Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
“I liked that, Daddy.”
“Thank you for sharing, Winnie. I’ll try to remember to rub your feet from time to time. Remind me if I forget,” he said.
“Yes, Daddy.” She beamed at him, so excited to have someone who cared and wanted to help.
“Up on your knees, Winnie. Daddy has one more place to pay attention to.”
Not quite following what he needed to do, Winnie followed his directions. When he whisked the washcloth between her buttocks, she almost slipped on the bathtub surface. He stabilized her easily and continued to wash her bottom thoroughly.
“Daddy!” she protested. Her face flamed with embarrassment.
“I will take care of every part of you. You’ll grow accustomed to my touch on your bottom,” he said easily.
“My—My bottom?” she stuttered.
“Oh, yes. Daddies care for their Littles in all ways. I think you’re free of sticky sauce now. Would you like to stay in your bath and play, or would you like to get out?”
“Out, Daddy. My fingers are pruney.” She held up her fingers to show him the wrinkles.
“Oh, no! It is time to escape.” Scythe scooped her out of the water and set her feet on the soft rug that squished with the liquid she’d splashed on him earlier.
“Oops!” she said, trying to prevent a smile.
“You aren’t sorry at all, Little girl!” Scythe kissed the top of her head, letting Winnie know he wasn’t upset with her as he dried her skin with gentle strokes of the thirsty towel.
“Okay, story time before bed.”
“I can’t go to sleep now!” she protested.
“Daddy’s rule. Early bedtime for Little girls.”
“Daddy!”
“Little girls who argue with their Daddies earn spankings. Is that what you need, Chipmunk?”
“No. I think I’m tired.”
“Telling lies is not good either, Winnie. Let’s see how you really feel when you’re tucked into bed with Chippy.”
She nodded eagerly without saying anything else that could get her in trouble.
Scythe picked her up and balanced her on his hip. He rubbed his whiskers against her neck as he carried her out of the bathroom. After pulling down the covers, he set her on the crisp sheets and tucked the covers around her. “Stay right there. I’ll get Chippy from your nursery.”
He returned with a thick book and her stuffie. Scythe also carried something wrapped in a plastic protective bag. She pointed to it and asked, “What’s that?”
“It’s a present for you. A special blankie.” Scythe ripped it open and pulled out the gray fleece material. After shaking it out, he laid it over her.
“Look, Daddy. That embroidered image is the same as the one on your vest.”
“It is exactly like the one on my cut,” he assured her.
“I love it.” She rubbed her face on the soft fabric. “Does this mean I’m a biker in the Devil Daddies MC?”
“No, Chipmunk. You’re protected by the MC. Lucien purchased them for each of the members. I only have one blanket to give to my Little, so they know you’re important.”
“Oh,” she said, brushing her finger over the stitches. “I love it. Thank you, Daddy.”
The importance of receiving this resonated inside Winnie. No one had ever thought she was unique and special except for her mother. She burst into tears as grief overwhelmed her again. Winnie scrubbed at her cheeks. She had to stop crying
“I’m sorry. I’m being silly,” Winnie said as Scythe sat down on the bed next to her and gathered her in his arms.
“You are not. It’s better to let grief out, Winnie. If you bottle it up inside, grief either explodes at the worst time, or it eats at you. I was young and stupid when my dad died, and the farm was repossessed. Both were drastic blows to my life. I only dealt with the death of my father. Tell me how you and your mom were alike?”
“She taught first grade for thirty years.”
“And you teach second. I bet some of her lessons she taught you as a young child show up in your activities with your students,” Scythe guessed.
Incredulous, she stared at him. “They do! I always have my students write three things they want to learn on a card for me at the beginning of the year. Mom always had me do that on my birthday. What did I want to be able to do when I was nine or ten or eleven?”
“And the kids love checking to see if they can do those things at the end of the year like you did the night before your special day?”
“They do. I hadn’t thought about how much she’ll always be entwined in who I am. Thank you, Scythe. That helps a lot.” Winnie relaxed against him. Her heart felt better.
“You’re welcome. Stretch out, Little girl. Let’s tuck your blankie under your chin so you’re toasty warm.” Scythe set Chippy in her arms before moving to sit on the other side of the bed. “How about if we start with the first story and see if you enjoy this book,” he suggested.