Doctor Daddy’s Slutty Little by Scott Wylder

CHAPTER NINE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kristina

When I woke up that night, I was so sore that I couldn't even move beneath Trent as he snored peacefully above me. The memory of our time together caused a blush to creep into my cheeks, and I stretched carefully. I didn't want to wake Trent, especially since I didn't want to get another punishment. My body was too sore, and I needed some time to rest. So, I stared at the sheets for several minutes as I waited for him to wake up.

My time with Trent had been magical, and I felt as though it had all been a dream until I realized he really was lying on top of me. That cemented the reality of the situation in my mind, and I was thrilled. I didn't want to lose Trent again. I knew that for certain.

"You okay?" Trent asked as he started to wake up. I nodded as I looked over my shoulder at him.

"That was the best sex ever," I told him, pain and pleasure resonating in me as I spoke. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too," Trent said as he got up and out of bed. "Are you hungry? I don't know how long we've been asleep."

"Yes, I am," I admitted as I got up. Immediately, the soreness coursed through my body, and I fell back onto the bed. "I'm going to need a bit." Trent frowned in concern as he stared at me.

"Are you okay?" he asked, worry filling his voice. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"I'm fine," I told him as I smiled at him. "I'm just sore and a little numb."

I wasn't lying about either feeling. It felt like I had run a marathon and collapsed after lifting double my weight. I shook my head as I stared at Trent while he rubbed my sore muscles. After several minutes, he glanced at the clock and nodded.

“It’s almost dinner time,” he informed me as he continued to massage my muscles. “How about I fix you a nice bath, and, while you soak in the tub, I will go make you some dinner? Then, by the time you’re done, I'll have dinner ready, and we can sit down to eat and watch a movie.”

"That sounds like heaven," I told him. "What are you making?" He thought for a second.

"How about chicken nuggets, mac and cheese, and green beans?" he asked, and I wrinkled my nose at him.

"No green beans," I pouted.

"You need your vegetables," he reminded me.

"Do I get a cookie if I eat all my dinner?" I asked. After thinking for a moment, he nodded in agreement.

"Yes, you do," he told me.

"Deal," I agreed as he rose to his feet. "What am I going to do for pajamas, though?" He thought for a moment.

"Well, I suppose that, if you’re okay with it for now, you can go without pajamas tonight, and, tomorrow, we will go to your place and get you some of your clothing,” he suggested. “That is unless you want to go do some shopping tomorrow instead.”

I thought for a moment.

Would he accept any of my current clothing? It wasn’t exactly appropriate for a Little to wear a lot of the items I had in my closet at home. I thought for a long time before shaking my head.

“It would probably be best to go shopping tomorrow,” I told him. “Besides, I can sleep in only a diaper if you have any.” Trent helped me to my feet.

“Let’s get you in the bath, then, and I’ll make you dinner,” he agreed as he guided me to the bathroom.

Within minutes, I was in the tub, soaking in a bubble bath that smelled like Epsom salts and vanilla. It wasn’t a bad mix, and it did make my skin smell different. I leaned back, covering as much of my body in the soapy liquid as possible, enjoying how soothing and relaxing it felt. The Epsom salts did wonders for my sore muscles, and the warm water helped my backside feel better. However, I did have to make a mental note not to earn such a punishment again. Out of all my body, my ass hurt the most thanks to me not using the safe word in time. Better my ass than my tits, though.

I lost track of how long I was in the bath until Trent came back to the bathroom. He sat down beside the bathtub and stuck his hand into the water, swirling the water with his hand as if he were testing the water. After a minute, he smiled at me, and I smiled back at him.

“How do you feel?” he asked as I sat up in the water. I shrugged a little.

“I’m still a little sore, but I feel better than I did when I woke up,” I informed him, and he looked out towards the bedroom.

“I have dinner ready, and I have a movie set up already,” he told me. I started to get out of the tub.

“Sounds great,” I said as I rose to my feet, careful not to slip and fall. “Should I rinse off in the shower real quick?” He offered me his hand.

“Need help?” he asked, and I took his hand.

The warm water from the shower rinsed away the bubbles and Epsom salts residue, but I kept my hair dry as much as possible. I didn’t need to wash it yet, and sleeping with wet hair was never a good idea for me unless I took the time to French braid my hair first. Not wanting to waste all that time and let my dinner get cold, I quickly rinsed off, dried off with the warm, fluffy towel Trent stood by while he watched me rinse, and pulled on the diaper that he provided me. As I let my hair cascade down my shoulders, he frowned at me.

“You didn’t wash your hair?” he asked.

“No need,” I told him, and he shrugged.

“Alright,” he said. “You sit on the bed and wait for me. I need to go check on the cookies I put in the oven.” I nodded as he disappeared into the hallway.