Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
No giggling.
No giggling.
Had to look at least mostly big or he was going to worry.
Daddy Tate was the worrier kind of Daddy, too.
“As long as we’re going to have more than one grown-up date and more than one little-time date, I don’t mind if you see my panties.” No giggling. No giggling. “You’re a very good Daddy and I know I can trust you.”
If I couldn’t trust the man who brought me the best cheesy poofy potato thingies and ice cream cone treats, who could I trust?
Daddy Tate nodded again and looked more confident, so there were no more confused puppy faces. “Alright, then I’m going to help you.”
No giggling.
No giggling.
“Thank you, Daddy Tate.” I decided not to dawdle just in case he found something else to worry about. “I’ll show you where they are.”
Next time he’d be able to do it on his own because he was smart, and I knew he’d remember where they were…as long as I remembered to put them back where they belonged.
Hmm…so maybe he’d need help once in a while.
Daddy Tate paid very good attention when we walked over to my big bedroom, so I knew he’d be able to do it next time. He was very smart. He even walked over to the dresser without me having to tell him.
“Here we go.” Fun stuff at the top and boring stuff at the bottom. “These are my fun pajamas that aren’t little jammies.”
Daddy Tate nodded. “Those were in the closet in the playroom.”
He was such a good Daddy.
“That’s right.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek because I was so proud of him. “You’re a very good Daddy.”
Oh, Daddy gave me a curious look, so maybe that hadn’t been as grown-up as I’d planned. I’d just have to be more careful, but that was hard when I was tired.
Hard?
Nope, not yet.
Unless his pants were too baggy for me to be able to tell?
Peeking behind him, I decided they were pretty baggy, so I was just going to have to guess. Judging by the way Daddy rolled his eyes, I was going to say he was not hard.
“What are you doing, sunshine?” He didn’t seem worried, so I answered without being creative.
“Checking to see if your pants were baggy because I thought the word hard and decided to see if you were hard, and then I realized your pants might be too baggy for me to tell, so I was checking your butt.” I shrugged as Daddy Tate tried not to laugh. “They’re baggy, just in case you didn’t know.”
Daddy Tate was going to need some new pants that showed off his butt more, but we could fix that another time.
Shopping dates would be fun.
“I don’t even know what to say to that.” He nodded to himself, so he knew what to say, he just kept it in his head. “Pajamas.”
Yes, time to show him my cute panties.
I’d picked them out just for him, so I knew he’d love them.
“Yes, Daddy Tate.” I pulled out the drawer and showed him the pajamas before turning around. “You have to unzip me first. I don’t have my string.”
He made a thoughtful sound as he started helping. “Wait. String?”
“Yes, I have a little hook that goes on the zipper and then I tug it up. My arms don’t work behind my back very well.” It looked kind of like I was fishing for my clothes but it worked. “My string is in the playroom so I don’t lose it.”
Because when I walked around with the string, I put it funny places, and I wasn’t going to lose it in the freezer again.
“Ahh.” Daddy seemed to get distracted by the string idea and forgot to be worried as he helped me unzip my princess dress.
Of course, as I turned back around, I was pretty sure he’d forgotten to be hard again too.
We were going to have to work on that because he’d promised to be hard for me. But I was patient and very creative.
“Daddy Tate, will you help me with my shoes?” Holding out my sparkly shoe, I tried to look as cute as possible and not sneaky at all.
Daddy nodded and didn’t think that was odd either. “Your shoes look very pretty, sunshine.”
As Daddy knelt down and helped me take off the princess shoes, I had to touch him to help me balance. There was no other choice. Daddy had very nice shoulders. They were wide and strong and would fit my head perfectly.
He didn’t even seem to mind me petting them as I stepped out of the other shoe. “There we go, sunshine.”
Yes.
Whipping off my dress, I gave him a big, I’m being very cute smile that the other littles online swore would work, and showed him my panties. “They’re princess ones, see?”
Tairas and cupcakes and scepters to smack a subject over the head when they were being naughty.