Page 58 of Ace

She hesitated long enough that he made the decision for her, leading her over to the toilet, undoing the button on her jeans and sliding them over her hips along with her panties.

“Go on,” he prompted when she stood there unmoving.

Obediently, she sat on the toilet, drew a deep breath, and as soon as he looked away, emptied her bladder.

“Good girl,” he purred and she was still Big enough that it felt weird to be praised for taking care of her own basic needs. But she allowed him to wipe her clean, help her wash her hands and undress her fully instead of pulling her pants back up.

She sat there wondering what he was going to do, and if it would even work, when he leaned over, plugged the tub, and started running water, throwing in heaps of the same foaming salts they had used over the weekend.

Lizzie sighed and trembled. A bath sounded heavenly, but a bath with Daddy would make her horny and Big. It was not likely to plummet her into Little space.

“Get in,” Ace told her when the tub was halfway full.

She did, letting the warm water and bubbles soothe her as she waited for him to undress and join her. He didn’t. Instead, he opened a cabinet under the sink, and withdrew a basket of items she’d never seen before. Before she could get a good look, he dumped them into the water with her. She sucked in a sharp breath when she saw what they were. Bath toys. Rubber duckies in different colors, cute little plastic toys that filled with water and squirted it out their mouths. There was a mermaid, a whale, and even a stingray.

“Ooohhh,” she breathed when she saw her favorite, making a grab for it.

“I knew you’d like that one.” Her Daddy, still fully clothed, knelt by the tub and dipped his hand into the water to test it before turning off the tap.

She did like it. She liked it a lot. But she wasn’t Little yet, and she wasn’t quite sure what to do with a tub full of toys. Luckily Daddy seemed to know. He took charge.

“Lay back, little one. Daddy needs to wash your hair.” She’d washed her hair that morning, and she didn’t like to wash it too often, but the idea of letting Ace wash her hair sounded too tempting to pass up. Outside of the once-a-year trip to the salon, she never had anyone wash her hair. Doing so, here, now, in such an intimate setting felt like an unbelievable luxury.

Ace braced her with his arms supporting her back and tipped her head back until it was nearly soaked, using a cup to get the top of her head wet. His thick fingers massaged her scalp, and it felt like heaven when he squeezed a quarter-sized dollop of shampoo onto her locks and worked it into a lather. The sweet scent of the shampoo filled the room. Lavender and vanilla. It relaxed her.

“Mmmmm,” she murmured as he rubbed circles into her scalp with his fingers, making it tingle all over, and then lowered her back into the water, rinsing it again.

When every bit of soap was out, his voice was like smooth silk gliding over her as he announced it was time for conditioner and started the whole process over. When he finished, she was a relaxed melty pile of goo, but she wasn’t Little. She also wasn’t aroused though, so maybe she wasn’t quite Big either.

Lizzie looked at the toy she still held squished in her hand as Daddy picked up the loofah and lathered it with soap.

As nonchalantly as she could, she lowered her hand under the water, and squeezed the stingray’s belly, letting it fill with water.

Ace washed her all over, carefully, just like he had the first bath, but it was different this time. He was thorough, but he didn’t linger. Every inch of her was carefully washed, but he paid no special attention to her breasts, pussy or bottom. They were washed the same as her toes, belly button and armpits. She didn’t quite feel Little, but he was still treating her like she was. She understood now.

Well, if he wanted a Little, that’s what she would give him, even if it meant she had to fake it till she made it.

When he set down the loofah, leaned back, and grabbed a rubber duck, she lifted her arm above the water, pointed the stingray toy and shot a stream of water straight at his torso, leaving a big wet spot on his shirt, right in the middle of his chest.

At first he was too stunned to react. Finally, a huge smile spread slowly across his face as he stared down at his shirt. “Oh you!” He laughed, making a mad grab for the mermaid. She grabbed it before he could reach it, filled it with water, and aimed again, this time angling downward to shoot the middle of his crotch.

“What?” he gasped. “What? Oh, you are a naughty Little girl aren’t you?”

“No, Daddy. I’m not being naughty. I’m not breaking any rules. I’m just having fun.”

He shook his head, chuckled, and kissed her nose. “You are being naughty, but I’m glad you’re having fun. I’m just not thrilled that that fun involves soaking me with water.”

Lizzie shrugged innocently. “If your clothes are wet, maybe you should… take them off.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Hmm… no, I don’t think I will. But I will tell you that the water needs to stay in the tub and not get sprayed on Daddy. If I end up any wetter, little one, you’ll get to find out what it feels like to be spanked on a wet bottom. Hint: The answer is not good.”

Lizzie groaned. She knew a lot of Littles, like Luna and Margo who liked spankings, and actively looked for ways to earn them, but she wasn’t one of those. Lizzie hated spankings. With a passion. When she earned one, she accepted it because she saw the value in the discipline and what it did for their relationship, and how it helped her process guilt and move on, but she never wanted to try to earn one. Usually if Daddy threatened her with a spanking, whatever she was doing stopped right away. This was no exception. “Fine,” she huffed, “but you’re no fun!”

“I know,” Daddy said with a chuckle. He picked up a duck and waved it in the air, talking in a high squeaky voice. “Lizzie, your Daddy needs you to be a good Little girl and keep the water in the tub please.”

She rolled her eyes, picked up the other duck and waved it in the air facing his, speaking in a high falsetto. “But, Daddy Duck, being good is boring.” Then she sighed and dropped the duck in the water. “Daddy, I wanna get out. I’m cold and I don’t think bath tub toys are my thing.”

His expression was one of resigned sadness. “I understand. But did it help at all? Do you feel Littler?” he asked as he stood and grabbed a fluffy towel from the rack. She stood in the water, and he wrapped it snugly around her body before taking her hand and helping her step out.