Page 23 of First Class Feelings

“Get clean?” I ask him innocently as my eyes track over his form.

He nods, squeezing some soap on a loofah. I watch as he brings the fluffy ball over to me and trails the cloth over my shoulder. It’s both soft and scratchy, which makes me giggle.

“Ticklish?”

I shake my head. “No, Daddy.”

He smiles, though he doesn’t slow his motion. I keep still while he cleans me, my eyes closing as I soak in the attention. It’s relaxing in a way I can’t explain.

The longer he goes, the less I feel like big me.

Soft.

Soapy.

Feel good.

Daddy.

Happy.

“All done, little one,” Daddy tells me.

Daddy good.

So nice.

“Lift your arms, please.”

Up. Up.

Arms go up.

Blankie go on.

Big blankie.

Cover body.

Rub tummy.

Blankie on tummy.

Daddy on floor.

“Lift your leg, little one. Let’s get your jammies on.”

Leg.

Leg.

Lift your leg.

I giggle.

Daddy silly.

Jammies go on.

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