‘Time for your bath, babygirl,’ said Daddy.
He led her up the stairs to the bathroom. He ran a tub of hot water, adding some of babygirl’s favourite fragrant bath bubbles. He tested the water to make sure it was not too hot for her. Then Daddy took her clothes off, folding them neatly and placing them on the chair. When she was naked she stood there and Daddy looked her up and down. Even though she was used to him seeing her without her clothes, it still gave her goose bumps.
‘Hop in,’ Daddy said.
She got in the bath and sat down. Daddy started washing her back, rubbing the soap over her skin then rinsing with the flannel. He did the same for her front, soaping her little breasts so that the pink nipples stood up. This always made her feel shy. She didn’t mean them to pop up like this, but they seemed to have a will of their own. Daddy rinsed off her chest, then told her to kneel up in the bath.
He made her open her legs so that he could soap between them. His fingers pried into every little fold. It was a lovely feeling, even if a little embarrassing. She knew it was just to make her clean, she wasn’t supposed to be enjoying it as much as she did, but Daddy did have beautiful hands, and she wondered perhaps if he was soaping her a little more than was really necessary to get her clean. He rinsed her there, and then told her to turn round so that he could soap her bottom. He spent a lot of time over this, kneading the cheeks, squeezing them perhaps harder than he needed to. And then his slippery fingers went to her rosebud, circling, rubbing it till she began to get really excited. She wanted Daddy to put his finger inside her, but he didn’t. Perhaps soap in there wasn’t such a good idea. But it would have felt so good. Sometimes, she thought, it’s hard being a good little girl when I really want Daddy to do something naughty. But she knew better than to ask. Daddy didn’t like her to be too forward.
Daddy rinsed her bottom. Carefully he washed her face, digging the flannel into her ears and making sure the back of her neck was scrubbed. He washed her feet too, and it tickled a bit and she giggled until Daddy told her not to be a silly girl, he was doing it for her own good.
Daddy told her to sit up on the side of the bath and open her legs. She always felt shy when he made her do things like that, but she knew it was no use protesting, so she did what he told her to do. Daddy took a razor and began to shave her, very carefully, concentrating hard. He shaved all over her mound and then he took each lip between finger and thumb in turn and shaved there too, until her whole cherry was as smooth as smooth could be. She liked that feeling, of being all silky soft down there like a little girl should be, and she knew Daddy liked her that way.
Daddy rinsed between her legs then told her to get out of the bath. She wouldn’t have minded a bit longer in the nice warm water, but Daddy wouldn’t let her linger. He wrapped her in a big white fluffy towel and took her into the bedroom.
‘Lie down,’ he said, taking the towel off and spreading it on the bed. Babygirl lay on her back. Daddy went in the bathroom and came back with a can of talcum powder.
‘Now bend your knees and open your legs wide,’ Daddy said.
No matter how many times he saw her like this, babygirl was always shy about exposing her little cherry to his gaze. She’d been brought up to believe little girls should be modest at all times and keep that part hidden. But Daddy seemed to delight in looking at her in the most intimate way. It wasn’t just looking, either. He did things that made her blush just to think about them. But, shy or not, she did what Daddy told her to do. He sat beside her on the bed and smoothed talc onto her cherry. It felt deliciously cool and smooth; it was just the thing when you had been shaved.
Daddy put her pyjamas on. The top was just a cotton t-shirt, white with a motif of little pink rabbits. There was a matching pair of knickers. Daddy took her back downstairs. He made her a cup of cocoa and allowed her just one chocolate biscuit, which she ate sitting on the floor at his feet, the cocoa resting on the coffee-table in front of the sofa.
‘Time for your story,’ said Daddy.
Babygirl got up on Daddy’s lap. This was just about her favourite time of day. She loved sitting on Daddy’s lap, resting her head back on his shoulder while he read a book and cuddled her. If she was lucky, sometimes it was more than cuddling.
She saw that Daddy was holding her pacifier. It was pink and soft and sometimes Daddy put it in just before bed. He said it helped to calm her, and it was true. In fact, it did more than calm her. It always seemed to induce in her a mood of passivity, a complete surrender to Daddy and his wants and wishes. Once she was sucking on the pacifier Daddy could do exactly as he liked with her. It was as if having her mouth stopped actually made her feel completely open to him. Wasn’t that strange?
She lay back, nestling against Daddy, sucking the pacifier and listening to Daddy read to her. He had got hold of a book of nursery stories. But they weren’t like any such stories babygirl had ever seen. True they were about Little Red Riding Hood, and the Three Little Pigs, and Goldilocks and the Three Bears. But babygirl’s eyes had opened wide when Daddy read her what Goldilocks got up to with those bears, and the fox did such nasty things to Little Red Riding Hood that babygirl was quite shocked. The Three Little Pigs let the big bad wolf get into their house because one of them was a girl and the two boys were too busy doing naughty things to her to notice what the wolf was up to.
Daddy started reading about Hansel and Gretel. But it seemed that they had been kidnapped by the wicked old woman not so that she could fatten them up for the pot but because she was going to sell the two of them to bad men who would pay to use them for pleasure. Which the bad men seemed to be doing a lot of, in all sorts of different ways, some that babygirl had never even imagined.
While Daddy read, one of his hands was on babygirl’s knee, but as the story went on, and more and more men arrived to use poor Hansel and Gretel in lots of bad ways, Daddy’s hand crept upwards, stroking the inside of her thigh. Babygirl liked this feeling very much; it was starting to make her little cherry tingle. She hoped Daddy wouldn’t tease her. Sometimes he would lead her on and get her to wanting so very very badly, and then he would stop. And if she pouted and asked why he wouldn’t go on, he would say discipline was good for a little girl.
But perhaps today he wouldn’t stop. He kept reading and now his hand had crept up as far as her knickers, slowly caressing them on the outside. Babygirl was nervous, because that sort of thing always made her so wet, however hard she tried not to be, and she was afraid that at any moment Daddy might notice her wetness seeping right through her knickers, which he’d only put on her clean and dry half an hour ago. But then Daddy slipped his fingers inside them, and now he was feeling her wetness for himself, so there was no hiding it. He didn’t say anything about it but just kept reading to her while his fingers played with her cherry, pinching and stroking.
Babygirl found it hard to keep still, so insistent were Daddy’s fingers. And then Daddy started to ease her knickers off, so that her bottom was bared as she sat on his lap. Daddy put his hand underneath her and began to fondle the cheeks of her bottom, and then pushed a finger against her little rosebud. He spread a little of her wetness into her, right up inside her bottom. It wasn’t the first time he’d pushed into her bottom, but she was such a little girl, and so very tight there, that even just one of Daddy’s fingers inside her was a close fit. Then Daddy put two fingers inside, with just a little bit more of her wetness, and babygirl started to wriggle, because it was so tight.
‘Keep still while I’m reading to you, babygirl,’ Daddy said. ‘Listen to the story.’
Babygirl tried hard, but now she could feel Daddy reaching underneath her again and he was undoing his trousers, and she knew that what was going to happen would make it almost impossible for her to keep still any longer. Now she could feel Daddy, feel his lollipop pressing hard and hot against the cheeks of her bottom, and then it was pushing at the tight little entrance of her rosebud.
It hurt just a bit. She was such a little girl, and Daddy was so big, and she couldn’t help whimpering, even with her pacifier in her mouth.
‘Shhh,’ said Daddy.
He was pushing harder, and his lollipop went into her a little way, between the cheeks of her bottom. Babygirl squirmed. Usually when Daddy did this he used a lot of lube and tried not to let it hurt her. But this time there was no lube, just her natural wetness, but still he was pressing up against her rosebud really hard. Daddy put his arm round her waist and held her tight.
‘You know what Daddy wants, don’t you?’ he said.
‘And you always want to give Daddy what he wants, don’t you?’
She nodded again. Then she took her pacifier out. ‘But it hurts just a teeny bit Daddy. I don’t think I’m really big enough for you.’
‘Be a brave girl,’ said Daddy, and pushed in a little harder. Babygirl gasped.
‘Sometimes I need to hurt you,’ Daddy said. ‘I’m not going to explain it. You must accept that it is so. I need to force you.’
Babygirl had put her pacifier back in. She nodded once more. She would always do whatever Daddy wanted. And perhaps it was good for her if he hurt her sometimes. Little girls shouldn’t always be spoiled and have things easy. And she did so love to give him what he wanted.
Daddy was holding her tight and pushing really hard into her rosebud. She could feel now how much he wanted to hurt her, wanted to force his way right up into her tight little bottom. It was like a violation. She did like to please him and do the things he wanted, but sometimes he seemed to forget just what a little girl she was.
Daddy pushed one more time and his lollipop went deep up inside her rosebud, all the way in. Babygirl groaned.
‘What a good little girl,’ Daddy said. ‘Now just let me finish inside you. Lean back and open yourself right up.’
Babygirl forced herself to bear down, opening herself like Daddy had taught her when he first used her rosebud. But though it was getting a little easier, Daddy was really excited now and he was thrusting into her very hard, very roughly, and it hurt quite a lot. Babygirl whimpered again. She tried hard to keep still as Daddy bounced her up and down with the force of his thrusting, and then he came with a groan and she could feel all the thick warm creamy stuff shooting deep into her, until gradually Daddy slid out of her.
‘Good girl,’ Daddy said, and she smiled.
‘Daddy,’ she said after a while, ‘can I ask you something?’
‘What is it?’ Daddy said.
‘Since I was such a good girl, can I go and get my little gigi toy and switch her on and do something nice while you hold me?’
‘If you are quick, babygirl,’ Daddy said. ‘Because it’s getting past your bedtime.’