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“Shh, Duchess. I’m going to come in with you. Just let me get you some tissues and a washcloth. Good girl, here’s your pacifier.”
He managed to get her onto the bed and she grasped hold of her blankie. Quickly, he wet a cloth and grabbed some tissues, and then he somehow managed to get into the cot-bed with her. It wasn’t an easy fit.
She grasped hold of him, clinging with her hand in his shirt and her face pressed to his neck. His skin was soon wet from her tears, but he held her until she calmed. Then drawing her back, he wiped her cheeks and nose with the tissue, directing her to blow before wiping her red face down with the cloth.
“There you are, Duchess. Good as new.”
She gave him a skeptical look and he bit his lip to hide his smile.
“My bottom is not as good as new,” she told him haughtily.
“Hm, better look at it. Roll over.”
Her mouth dropped open. “No!”
“Duchess, roll over. Aftercare is my job and I need to make sure you’re all right.”
“I don’t think I need aftercare.”
“Aftercare also includes cuddles and kisses.”
“Okay, okay.” She rolled and he ran a finger over her bottom, which was still bared. It was red, but that wouldn’t take long to fade.
“It doesn’t look so bad. I think someone is protesting too much.”
“Am not, Daddy!”
She gave him an indignant look over her shoulder.
“You wouldn’t be trying to fool Daddy, would you?” he drawled.
“Never, Daddy.”
Yeah, right.
Reluctantly, he drew her panties and drop seat up. “I’ll check on your bottom again. When Daddy tells you to get over his knee for an inspection, you’ll be expected to obey straight away.”
“You can’t!”
“I can,” he replied sternly, rolling her onto her side and facing her. He grasped hold of her chin. “I take your care very seriously.”
“Maybe too seriously,” she muttered.
“No such thing.” He leaned in and kissed her. “Now, are you really upset with Daddy? Because if you are, I might keep my dick in my pants a bit longer. Don’t want to tempt you into an act of violence.”
Juliet knew she went bright red. She couldn’t believe she’d asked to see his cock.
Hussy.
“Please, Daddy? I promise not to hurt your pee-pee.”
“Let’s not call it a pee-pee, yeah?” he grumbled.
“Okay, Daddy. Can I see your disco stick?” she asked sweetly.
“Nope, not using that one either.”
“Cream stick? I like cream.”
