Steering me toward the bathroom, he walked us over like it was nothing and set the clothes on the counter between the sinks. He had everything planned out and under control, so I just watched quietly as he turned on the water and made sure I had everything I needed.
When he came back over to me, the rational side of my brain had pretty much shut down. It gave me enough distance from my emotions to realize that even if I was nervous, I didn’t want to stop him. I’d always wanted someone to take care of me like this and I couldn’t imagine anyone better to explore it with.
Even if it was going to be weird for him to see me naked.
Naked and turned on…thinking about that was bound to reanimate my brain, so I focused on Daddy taking care of me and the toys that were waiting downstairs. Toys and cartoons and more brownies if I was good.
Daddy smiled and kissed my head like I’d done something cute. “Hands up.”
Obeying, I focused on the relaxed part of me that just wanted to play and watch movies. As he tugged my shirt over my head, I found my ability to talk. It was stuck behind weird ideas about what would happen in the shower, but I tempted it out with promises of brownies. “Daddy, if I’m good can we watch cartoons and play toys after I get cleaned up?”
When my shirt came off, I saw him nodding. “Yes, that sounds fine.”
As he reached for my pants, he seemed to think of something. “Hey, did you pack any clothes for playing in the snow? We could do that at some point if you have boots and a thick coat.”
“Yes, Daddy. They’re in the other bag.” I’d grabbed my good coat when I left my parents' house, but my boots had seen better days, so they hadn’t seemed important enough to take. Looking back, I probably should have grabbed them. I’d finally broken down and bought new boots last spring when all the winter stuff had gone on clearance. They were a size too big, but they’d been seventy-five percent off, so I hadn’t complained.
As my pants slid to the floor, he smiled. “That’s great. What do you think about making a snowman? Or should we just wander around since it’s so pretty outside?”
I hadn’t been paying enough attention to the weather to know what it looked like outside, but making a snowman with Daddy sounded like fun. So much fun I didn’t blink when my boxers slid to the floor. “A snowman. Do we have anything for a face?”
Being naked wasn’t weird as long as I kept thinking about something else.
His hand stroked down my back, steering me to the shower. “I think so. What kind of things do you think would be good? I didn’t bring any carrots.”
I grinned as the water started pounding down on me. “I think that’s just in movies.”
Daddy chuckled, pointing to the soap before closing the curtain. “Clean up quick. No dawdling and no playing with your penis. Just cleaning.”
If he hadn’t already almost killed me earlier with that rule, I’d have probably gone flying in the shower. As it was, I just groaned and shoved my head under the water to try to drown out the dirty and confusing thoughts running through my head. Maybe if he’d said it another way, it wouldn’t have been so startling. “Don’t jerk off” sounded much more…more something.
I finally shoved all that to the back of my head and just tried to act normal. “Yes, Daddy.”
As I started to scrub, the rules began running through my head.
Daddy picked out clothes and decided on food.
Daddy set the schedule and that included naps.
I had to pick up my toys when I was done playing and not pout when playtime was over.
And the biggest thing for me was to remember it was okay to stay little as much as I wanted. I didn’t have to be big until I wanted to.
Oh, and no playing with myself without permission.
That last one was going to be interesting. I kept telling myself that I wasn’t some horny teenager who couldn’t keep his hand off his dick, but just thinking about not being able to come made me want to come.
Damn dick seemed to have a sense of humor.
When Daddy had been watching me, it’d been easier to stay soft because an orgasm had been the last thing on my mind. But with the water beating down and the curtain between us, it was more difficult to remember why getting hard was a bad idea.
By the time I was just dawdling and refusing to admit there was an issue, I was distracted and confused about what to do. Would he just ignore it? Was I supposed to mention it? Did I want to come?
Little brain said that would be hot.
Big brain said little brain was an idiot.
Big brain won.
Biting the bullet, I took a deep breath and focused on cartoons. Cartoons and toys and Daddy making lunch. That helped somewhat, so I forced myself to call out. “All done, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” His hand poked around the curtain, turning off the water.
As he pushed the curtain back, he quickly wrapped me in a towel. “Did you behave? All clean?”
“Yes and yes.” Refusing to acknowledge the way my cheeks were heating, I concentrated on the way his arms were wrapped around me and how nice it was to be cared for. The fact that it was almost like a massage made it even easier.
“That’s my good boy.” As he worked his way down my chest, drying my shoulders and arms, he was intently focused on me. Something about his expression brushed away the last of my worries. If taking care of me made him that content, could I really be embarrassed by it?
The answer to that question was yes…but not in a bad way.
As he dragged the towel down my legs and dried my cock, I could feel the blush that heated my face. My head was an odd mixture of nervous arousal, happiness, and confusion. Luckily, the confusion kept my dick from getting completely out of control.
Not that he could’ve missed the half-chub that was still slightly distracting, but he didn’t pay any attention to it. My mind went back to our discussion earlier. We’d said that standard practice would be to ignore it unless he decided that I needed him to handle it, but it was weird experiencing it first thing.
And I really wasn’t sure how that “handle it” part would actually come into play.
Not that thinking about that when I was naked would be a good idea.
“All done.” Reaching for the briefs first, he quickly helped me to step into them and pulled them up my legs before I could do anything stupid like think of how hot he looked kneeling in front of me. When I was covered, I thought I’d be relieved, but there was still an odd blend of emotions in me.
Even when he stood and slipped my T-shirt over my head, the random thoughts wouldn’t subside. What did he think about helping me get dressed? What about the shower? Had I blushed too much? Did he think I was embarrassed? Did he think the briefs were cute?
My thoughts were so loud I was having a hard time deciding how I felt about anything. When Daddy gave me a tender smile and ran his hand over my head, I did the only thing I could think of. I stepped into his embrace. “Hug, Daddy.”
Chapter 13
Forest
When he snuggled into me it wasn’t a surprise, but I wasn’t sure what pushed him to it. Before he’d gotten in the shower he’d been fighting off embarrassment by focusing on finding his little side, but something had changed. Emotions and questions flashed across his face faster than I could even begin to decipher them.