Page 236 of Daddy’s Obsession

Gray stopped by a door that had a picture of a little girl pressing her legs together. “Was that meant to be me?”

“Uh-huh, was it not a good impression, Daddy Grumpy Bear? You know, I like that name. You’re DGB.”

“I’m not DGB, I’m just Daddy.”

“Aww, Daddy, you’re not a just anything. You need better self-esteem.”

He was shaking his head and muttering to himself as he walked inside. There was just one large room. It had two toilets, one had some cute yellow steps leading up to it.

There was also a changing table against one wall and two sinks, one higher than the other. And a chair in the corner, which was a bit odd. Why would you want to sit in the restroom?

“Why is the chair in here?”

“Maybe in case you need to spank a naughty Little girl.”

She let out a huff of breath. “Just as well you’ve got such a good Little girl, huh?” She moved to the toilet without the stairs.

“Nope.” He grabbed hold of her arm, stopping her.

“No, you don’t have a good little girl?” She stared up at him in disbelief.

“Of course I do,” he replied. “But your toilet is the one with the steps.”

“Oh.” All of a sudden she felt shy. “Do you have to go potty too, Daddy?”

“I thought it was a toilet, not a potty?” he said with clear amusement. “And no, I don’t.”

“Okay. Then . . . why are you still in here?”

“I’m going to help you, of course.”

“Daddy, I don’t need any help using the toilet. I can do it just fine.”

He gave her a firm look. Then he took her hand and led her to the other toilet. She climbed the steps. That was kind of fun. And the toilet had a yellow seat with white daisies on it. Cute.

“Turn around.”

He helped her turn, then reached under her skirt to pull down her panties.

“Daddy, my bladder is shy,” she complained as she sat on the toilet. “It can’t go with you here.”

“Try,” he told her. But he did step over and turn on the taps. Then he gave her his back.

She sighed. She guessed this was the best she was getting. But the noise was enough to help her go. She quickly cleaned herself up and stood.

He must have sensed her movement, because he turned back to help her right her clothes and step down. Then he helped her wash and dry her hands.

“You’re very good at this, Daddy.”

“At what?”

“Being a really good Daddy.”

“Thank you, baby.”

“You take such good care of me.”

“That’s my job.”

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