part0031

W aking the next morning, Dallas froze in place, unwilling to wake the precious Little next to him. My precious Little, his mind staked his claim. He would never be able to let her go after last night. Immediately, he began to plot how he could mesh their lives together.

The large man had spent so much time in the gym over the last several years that he had finally decided to make strength building his occupation as well. For the last three years, he had spotted and counseled other lifters about training regimens and nutrition, until someone had suggested he hire himself out as a coach. Fast forward through many classes, Dallas had quit his job and filled his schedule with clients. Now there was not enough time in the day for him to meet the demand.

Just thinking about the gym made him itchy. Yesterday had been the first day in a very long time he hadn’t worked out. He wouldn’t have missed a moment with his Little, but he knew he would need to work out today. Caught in an internal battle between taking a bit of time for himself and learning more about Rylee, he missed the change in her breathing.

When she kissed his chiseled jawline, Dallas smiled and rolled the pair over to their sides so he could kiss her properly. “Good morning, sweetness! Did you sleep well?”

“Mmm hmmm,” she murmured as she nodded her head. A brilliant smile burst over her face. “You kind of wore me out,” she teased with a slight blush.

From her startled response to the pleasure he had lavished on her body last night, Dallas knew that his Little’s sexual experience had been limited. The possessive man inside him celebrated. He would enjoy teaching her that last night was only the beginning.

Her stomach growled hungrily. The cute “Oh!” and her hand’s movement to cover her tummy made him smile even wider. One thing to take care of before the shower. Turning to sit on the edge of the bed, he reached for the items still sitting ominously on the nightstand and patted his lap.

“No, Daddy. I feel fine. Don’t take my temperature,” she begged, rising to her knees to inch away from him.

“Every morning and any other time I am concerned about you, I will take your temperature. Would you prefer to visit the nurses in the medical office?” he asked with an arched brow. When she vehemently shook her head, Dallas patted his lap once again.

“I can’t,” she whined. As he stood up to put on his pants to escort her to the medical office, she whispered as her face flamed a brilliant red hue, “I can’t lie on my tummy, Daddy. Not now. I need to potty. Can I go there first?”

“Thank you for telling me, sweetness. Lie down on your back. I’ll take your temperature a different way.” Dallas opened the tube of lubricant and spread it thickly on the thermometer in preparation.

Confused, she followed his instructions. “What?” she cried as her fingers tried to tangle in the sheets as his hands firmly wrapped around her ankles, and he pulled her bottom to the edge of the bed. Lifting her legs straight up with one hand, Dallas easily parted her buttocks by pushing her legs forward slightly. The thermometer slid inside deeply.

“I don’t like this,” she wailed, powerless to escape his medical treatment. Somehow, this position made her feel littler than lying over his lap. To control her movements, he simply needed to lift her bottom from the surface of the bed. Her Daddy was definitely strong enough to do that. So close to the traditional diapering position, it reinforced both their roles in her mind. He was the Daddy, and she was Little.

“Ten minutes and we’ll go take a shower, then off to breakfast. What are you going to have, little girl? Waffles? Scrambled eggs?” Dallas continued to distract her with easily answered questions. He found he thoroughly enjoyed discovering more about Rylee. She’s wriggled her way into my heart already.

Each minute dragged by until finally, the ten minutes had expired, and that invading tube was withdrawn from her bottom. Setting it aside, Dallas scooped her up in his arms. Carrying her to the bathroom, he set her on her feet by the shower before he started the water to warm.

Dallas chuckled at the bathwater still trapped in the tub. That had obviously not been a priority for him as he’d rushed her to bed. As he released the drain, he turned to meet Rylee’s embarrassed look. “What’s wrong, little girl?”

She waved a hand to the water swirling noisily from the tub and the shower head pelting the inside of the stall. “Could you step out for a minute so I can go to the bathroom?” she asked, blushing furiously. She could feel the slickness of the lubricant between her buttocks as her thighs clenched together, trying to avoid an accident.

“No secrets between us, sweetness.” He led her to the toilet and gently pressed her down to sit on the seat. Instantly, urine burst from her bladder to splash into the toilet. When she covered her face with her hands, Dallas rubbed her back to comfort her.

This was a tough lesson for the Little to learn. He would not allow her to play at being Little. She would need to allow herself to be Little in all ways. This would include allowing him to take care of her embarrassing needs as well as the pleasurable ones.

“Your Daddy will know everything.” While she was distracted, he helped her stand up. Without making it a big deal, he wiped her bottom.

As he tugged her toward the shower and helped her into the warm spray of water, she asked again, “Everything?”

“Everything, sweetness,” he assured her as he followed her into the large stall. “I’m very proud of you. Being Little isn’t easy. Will you be brave for Daddy?” he asked as he began to wash her body efficiently. Pleasure would wait until later. He needed to feed Rylee first.

Her brow furled as she obviously thought hard about his question. After several seconds, she nodded. “I will do my best, Daddy. Will you help me be brave?” she asked, meeting his eyes for reassurance.

Dallas swept her into his arms to give her a big bear hug. “There is nothing I would love to do more, sweetness.”

As he set her away from his body to soap the private area between her thighs, he smiled once again when she asked, “Can I color after breakfast? I don’t ever get to color.”