Page 149 of Double Daddies
“You make me happy when you pee.” He’s beaming at me. “You’ll always be my little bit, our good girl.”
Giggling, I find myself letting go and relaxing, peeing as he continues to sing.
“Even when you’re naughty, you’ll always be our good girl.” He stops singing as my head hits his chest.
“You could totally be a singer if being a security guard doesn’t work out,” I mumble. “Or maybe we should just keep it between us three,” I say before I can stop myself. “I… Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”
Daddy rubs my back. “It’s okay. Everything is okay. I don’t sing much, but anytime you want me to sing, you let me know.”
I hear toilet paper ripping and before I can say anything, Daddy wipes me before lifting me in his arms, closing the flap back on my onesie.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” I mumble into his chest as he carries me out of the bathroom.
“Nothing I haven’t done before. Makes me feel important, worthy, and useful. It fills something inside of me to help you out,” he explains.
Daddy places me on the couch before sitting right next to me. I groan and close my eyes. I need to stop referring to him as Daddy in my head while I’m here. I don’t need to accidentally slip up and call him that out loud, not when I shouldn’t want this.
We don’t need to be ashamed.
“Now, can you tell me why you didn’t let me know that you had to go potty before I took my shower?” Da, Elijah asks.
I look away, not really wanting to answer.
“No, you don’t get to do that. You can’t turn your head and not answer. Papa and I won’t accept that.” Elijah turns my head to face him.
I glare at him. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Tough,” he replies. “You are going to talk about it whether you like it or not. Now, start explaining.”
“I didn’t think I had to go that bad. I was embarrassed,” I mumble toward the end, looking away.
“What was that last bit?”
“I was embarrassed,happy?” I ask, glaring at him once again.
“Why were you embarrassed? There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone goes to the bathroom.” He cups my face with his hands. “You’ve pottied in front of me already.”
My cheeks flush red. “We don’t have to talk about that.” I push my hands away.
“We are talking about it though.”
“I don’t want to! It was embarrassing to ask. I should be able to do it myself, and yet I couldn’t!” I raise my voice.
“You don’t have to do everything by yourself,” he gently says.
“But I should be able to! I am a grown adult. I’ve been an adult for years!”
Mateo never liked it when I wanted to be Little. Told me it was shameful, just like wanting two Daddies was. It is wrong; I shouldn’t want it.
I shouldn’t want someone to help me to the bathroom.
I shouldn’t want someone to dress me up.
I shouldn’t want someone to discipline me.
I shouldn’t want someone to take care of me.
I shouldn’t want two Daddies.
