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“Yes, D-Daddy.”

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Leland

The only thing stopping me from being completely elated about today was my Little girl’s injuries. She was still in a considerable amount of pain.

“Ouchie, ouchie,” she cried as I tried taking off her tank top and the shirt of mine she’d slept in. I had slipped it on over her other clothes, not being sure what she was comfortable with me seeing.

“I know, baby. I’m so sorry.” I was being as gentle as I could, but every movement seemed to hurt her ribs.

“When I’m all done, Kay made me pancakes,” she repeated, probably to encourage herself.

“That’s right. She made them just for you before she left.”

“They really stayed? All night?”

Rubbing her back from where I sat on the edge of the tub, I nodded. “All night. You’re special to us all, sugar. Put your arms on my shoulders and step out of your shorts and panties.”

She slowly obeyed, her face turning crimson. I had asked her about nudity this morning and she was fine with it, as long as it wasn’t for punishment and was still non-sexual.

“Good girl,” I praised, hooking my fingers in the fabric.

I slowly slid them down, enjoying the sight of her plump pink pussy, a very wet pink pussy. Tucking the sight away for later, I kissed her belly before shutting off the water.

“Alright, Daddy’s not going to pretend this is going to be fun. It’s really going to be ouchie.” I hadn’t wanted to give her a bath, but she’d begged me. It was easy to understand why she wanted last night's attack washed from her body.

“I can do it.”

“I know you can, Little one, you’re so brave.”

I took her hand and she squeezed my fingers before working her way into the bubbly water. It took several minutes and a few tears, but finally she was settled on her bottom.

“Leland?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know whoLelandis.”

“Daddy?”

“Yes, sugar?”

“What if I changed my mind?”

“About what?” I soaped up a soft cloth for her.

“About the six weeks.”

My stomach fell to my feet as I worked not to show any negative emotions. I thought this morning had been going so well.

“Well, you’re always in control and free to change your mind at any time.”

“What if I didn’t want to be your submissive for just six weeks? What if I wanted to be your Little girl for... maybe always.”

Relief crashed through me and I released the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “That would make me very happy, Rouge.”

She smiled at me. “Me too. I want that. With you, Leland. Please?”

I chucked. “Sugar, you don’t have to beg me. Nothing would make me happier.”

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