Page 158 of Daddy's Trust
“Wow, it really went everywhere, didn’t it? You know, if you want pink hair, there are other ways to go about it rather than putting slime all through your hair.”
She sniffled, and he turned back to her in alarm to find her lower lip trembling again.
“Hey, baby. I was just making a joke. Okay? I know you didn’t do that on purpose, and even if you did, who cares? It will all come out. It can all be fixed. There’s nothing to get upset about, all right?”
She nodded. He slowly stripped off her onesie. He wanted to take off the rest of her clothes. But they didn’t have that sort of relationship and it wasn’t his right.
He’d felt bad after that spanking. He hadn’t thought her bottom would get so red and sore-looking. Not that she hadn’t deserved it, but for a moment there, he’d thought that she would be upset. That he might have triggered her.
Cash was very protective of women. He’d never harm one unless they hurt someone he cared about. But he’d nearlymessed up by not immediately taking her into his arms and giving her aftercare.
That had been a dumb move.
He wasn’t going to make that mistake again.
“Want me to leave the room so you can get into the shower?”
She stared at the shower, then down at herself, and then at him. Then she wrapped her arms around herself and shook her head.
Surprisingly, she wasn’t even trying to talk.
Maybe this was just all too much for her right now.
“How about we take you down to your underwear?” he suggested. “And then you can just hop in the shower with them on.”
She nodded, and he stripped her off. He noticed that she was wearing a pair of the period panties he’d gotten for her. He tried to keep his gaze averted, his touch light and gentle.
Then he helped her clean up. His movements focused and almost clinical.
Yeah, that should have made her feel better.
Addie was feeling terrible,and she didn’t know what to do about it. It was obvious that Cash didn’t want to touch her. He couldn’t even look at her. His movements were brisk, to the point of being impersonal.
It made her feel terrible, but she couldn’t tell him that. Here he was trying to help her, and she didn’t want to seem ungrateful. She was the idiot who had gotten slime everywhere.
It had gonepop! And somehow landed on her hair, on her face, and on her lovely onesie that he’d just bought her.
Her poor, poor onesie.
Growing up, Addie hadn’t had much and very rarely had she had anything new. Her sisters had given her things of course, but this had come from Cash, so it was special.
Part of her couldn’t believe that he hadn’t gotten upset with her for making such a mess. Her mother would have.
Logically, she knew that she wouldn’t be yelled at now. Or, that if she was, she could just get up and leave.
Sometimes logic didn’t always work, though. Sometimes she operated on pure emotion and feeling, especially when she was in Little headspace.
After drying her off, he wrapped a towel around her. She was still dressed in her wet panties and bra.
“Can I get you some clean underwear?” he asked, running his hand over his hair and looking kind of awkward.
In fact, he almost looked like he’d rather be anywhere but here.
She shook her head. She’d get them herself and get herself dressed.
“Good. Okay. I’ll just take your onesie and put it in the wash.” He moved so quickly, she didn’t even have a chance to react. Right now, she was glad that she was supposed to be resting her voice, because she couldn’t find the words to say anything.
She’d heard what he’d said to Ralen about their relationship, and she still remembered how he had decided that she wasn’t quite right.
