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Chapter Twenty-Two
“It hurt to sit down on the hard chairs in class. Not, like, a lot, but I had to be careful to not make a noise or a face. But then once I was sitting, sometimes it felt good to shift my weight to make it hurt again. It felt like you were there with me. Even though I was worried about my test all day, I could make myself think about you. A lot of times it was you saying things like how you’d love me no matter what, or when you were helping me study, or telling me you’d be happy as long as I tried.”
Twyla shifted her weight to her other hip to rub some of her bruises into the mattress to make it feel that way again. She wanted to look at them, too. She had this morning when Daddy made her look in the mirror when he checked her bottom and rubbed in more of the cream he’d put on her last night. But she hadn’t had the chance to look at school because the mirrors were all by the sinks, not in the stalls, and she didn’t want the other girls to see. It felt like something private, and they wouldn’t understand.
“I’m glad it made you feel better, little girl.”
He didn’t seem surprised. Maybe he knew that’s what it would do and that was part of the reason he’d given her a spanking. Plus the punishment part.
“It didn’t feel good when you were spanking me,” she said, just in case he thought he hadn’t punished her sufficiently. He definitely had, it hadhurt.
“I know.”
He kissed her cheek and she sighed. She loved how he kissed her and touched her and held her almost all the time. It reassured her in ways words sometimes didn’t. Made her feel doubly like she wasn’t on her own anymore.
“And…”
“And?”
Twyla swallowed, ran her tongue over her lips. She was pretty sure Mr. Fox wanted to fuck her—at least the way he kissed her and told her all the time that she was pretty made her think he did—but while he’d seen her naked like a million times when he gave her a bath or changed her diaper, he’d never tried to touch her like that.
It would be so embarrassing if she told him that she felt this way about him and then he didn’t want her back. But it was probably better to know that now then a lot later. She was already in love with him, couldn’t imagine her life without him, but she didn’t feel as though she’d been promised anything.
Whatever Mr. Fox said, she didn’t feel like she deserved any of this, and definitely not him. But if he kept telling her these things, she might start to believe them with every part of her and then she’d be wrecked if he didn’t want her anymore. Definitely better to rip that bandaid off.
“And sometimes when I did it a bunch of times, I’d start to get…horny. And I’d think of you, kissing me on the mouth. And how I can feel you get hard when you give me bottles and a lot of times when you cuddle me in bed. And I’d think of you doing other things to me.”
“What other things?”
His voice was low and gravelly, and it shot straight through to her core. That along with the fact that he hadn’t stopped touching her or gotten up and left or saidewor anything like that made her more confident. Brave and sure enough to answer his question.
“Like touching me when I’m naked. Playing with my tits and pinching my nipples. And…and putting your fingers in me. And also fucking me.”
“What a dirty little girl you are,” he said. But he didn’t sound mad. No, he sounded like he was admiring her. That he liked when she said sort of dirty words and wanted her to know it even as his own words were gently scolding.
The hand he’d been stroking her with trailed down her neck and to that notch in her collarbone before he drifted his fingers lower. Low enough to slip open the top button on the shirt dress she’d worn to school today. And then the second one.
Her breath had gone shallow and when Mr. Fox’s finger drew down to the third button, Twyla opened her eyes to see him looking at her, gaze so intense she would believe it if he said he could see right through her.
“Is this okay?”
She nodded, lashes fluttering, and he kept going. Button after button until he reached the bottom of her dress and then pushed the pieces of fabric to each side, leaving her exposed except for her undies and her bra.
His gaze went from her face all the way down to her toes, traveling achingly slowly, the corner of his mouth quirking as he caught her shifting her hips.
“You’re a beautiful girl, Twyla.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
The boys she had been with hadn’t bothered to give her compliments. Maybe they thought they didn’t have to try that hard because she was a sure thing. Well, she fucking wasn’t. Which she had proved to those jerk faces over a month ago.
All her bruises and scrapes were gone now, and when she laid down her tummy wasn’t as concave as it had been. She felt beautiful, and she liked that Mr. Fox told her she was. She could almost start to believe it was true.
He tsked as he slid a hand from just below her breasts to the waistband of her undies.
“I was so distracted when you got home I didn’t put you in your diaper.”
She shook her head. It wasn’t exactly as if she missed being in a diaper because she still felt a low constant hum of embarrassment about it, but she did kind of look forward to it now. The ritual of Daddy carrying her upstairs to the nursery and setting her on the changing table, talking to her about her day.
