Page 62 of Daddy's Little Worker
Frankie crawled over and lay herself across his lap, placing her head on his arm and chest. Sighing, she closed her eyes and let her whole body relax. When was the last time she had done something like this and not had to worry?
Her attacker was behind bars, and he wasn’t getting out anytime soon. Apparently, there was too much evidence against him for killing her neighbor. While Frankie didn’t like anyone in jail, she was happy he was there. Now she didn’t have to worry about him coming after her again. The attack had been random. It was just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“Open up for Daddy.” He kissed her forehead.
Frankie squirmed, and her cheeks turned pink. Oh, she would love to open up for him, but now was not the time.
“Frankie,” Daddy playfully scolded her as she looked at him. “Were you thinking about opening?—”-
“Daddy!” she interrupted him.
“Soon, sweetheart. But tonight, we aren’t going to do that. I want to take care of you and give you all the snuggles you need,” Daddy gently explained. “Maybe tomorrow.”
Sighing, she nodded and opened her mouth. Strawberry yumminess burst through her mouth as she started to drink, her body relaxing into Daddy’s even more.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “My good girl.”
Her eyes slowly started to close as she continued to drink from her bottle, letting her mind turn off and fall asleep.
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“No!” Frankie shouted as she stared at Daddy in horror. “You can’t make me eat that!”
“Why not?” Daddy asked, placing his hand on his side.
“I’m allergic?”
Daddy didn’t look impressed. “You’re allergic to carrots?”
She nodded. “They are so nasty. Who decided to put carrots in carrot cake or a salad? Poor cake and salad. Or putting it with ranch dip. Poor ranch dip. Why does everyone have to be mean by adding carrots to them?”
“You aren’t allergic to carrots,” Daddy replied.
“How do you know? They make me feel yucky. They don’t taste good,” Frankie explained. “My stomach goes in all these weird knots, and then my stomach hurts, and I don’t like it.”
“Do you normally eat veggies or things high in fiber?” Daddy asked as he leaned against the counter.
“Fiber? Pfft. Who needs that.” She waved her hand in the air to dismiss it. “I don’t like carrots because they are orange and nasty. They are hard, and don’t say anything about trying to bake them in the oven. No. I won’t do it. I don’t like them. I never will like them. Trent already tried to get me to eat the carrot cake at the club, and I almost puked when I realized what I was eating.”
It wasn’t an exaggeration either.
“Fiber is important. It helps regulate your digestive system and a whole lot of other things that Dr. Mike is going to get onto me for not remembering.” Daddy trailed off. “I think why it hurts your stomach is that you aren’t regular and need more fiber. So the times you have eaten carrots, your body needs it and is trying to use it, which results in you hurting a little.”
Frankie shook her head. “Nope. That’s not it.”
Daddy gave her a stern look. “Frankie.”
“It’s definitely not it. I would know. I know my own body,” she told him. Frankie was a little insulted that he thought she didn’t know her own body. How dare he?
“I’ll be adding more foods to your diet with fiber in them. It doesn’t have to be carrots, but it will be something. You will not argue with me. Unless you want enemas,” Daddy threatened.
Her eyes went wide as she looked at him. “I’ll eat them! Just not carrots. I don’t want enemas!” she shrieked, placing her hands behind her back to cover her bottom.
Daddy chuckled. “If you eat veggies and you are regular, then you won’t need to have them. But if you don’t eat foods with fiber in them or drink enough water, you might get blocked up. Then I will have to help you, and you will be getting an enema.”
“Fine,” she whined. “But I won’t like it, and I won’t like you either when you do it!”
Daddy bent down in front of her. “That’s okay, sweetheart, but I think you might find that you actually do like it in the end. I’ll give you pleasure while you are getting one to help distract you and make it easier on you. But if you don’t want the pleasure, then you don’t have to have it.”
