Tears stream down my face at how gentle and calm he is, but I still don’t move. My muscles are locked in place, and I don’t want to get my pee anywhere else.
“Come on,” he encourages me. “I bet you want to get all cleaned up.”
I do, but I don’t want to move.
“All right.” He sighs and closes the door again.
I turn my head to look at him, but Daddy has stood fully and is towering over the kennel. Is he going to leave me in here until I call out to him and ask for help? I don’t know if I have the strength to do that.
But Daddy pulls the top off the kennel, the sides still standing like it was meant for this to happen. He picks me up and holds me close to him, getting his clothes dirty as I wrap my legs around his waist.
“I’m sorry for leaving you in there so long without a diaper on.” He rocks me back and forth. “I didn’t think it was going to take that long, and I couldn’t get away. Next time it will be better, but I hope next time to bring you with me.”
I don’t say anything as he walks through the living room and into a different room, one I haven’t been to yet. I can’t bring myself to look around, exhaustion weighing down on me even more than before.
“Daddy is going to hop in the shower with you and get you all clean,” he soothingly says.
I hear him kick off his shoes as he walks into a much smaller room, and the only thing I can see is a little shower head in the center of the back wall.
“Daddy is going to place you on the counter and undress,” he tells me.
Watching him closely from the counter, he takes a couple of steps back, pulling his clothes off and chucking them to the side. My eyes wander down to his cock, and I suck in a breath. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
“Not today, Little companion,” he gently tells me. “You aren’t ready for it, and Daddy needs to take care of you.”
He picks me up and guides my face to his neck. I hear the water running, and before I know it, I feel the warmth hitting my back as he holds me.
“Just let the warm water soothe you and help calm you down,” Daddy whispers in my ear. “I’ve got you.”
But he didn’t all those hours ago when I wet myself. He wasn’t here to help and take care of me.
“I’m so sorry.” He kisses the side of my head. “Daddy will never let that happen again.”
And yet it is the second time that it has happened. Daddy carefully cleans me up, taking his time getting all my body clean before holding me and letting the warm water soothe me.
“Do you want me to wash your hair?” he asks.
I shrug my shoulders, not feeling like talking. Part of me is mad at him for leaving me here, and the other part wants him to take care of me.
“Daddy is going to set you on this stool and wash your hair. You can rest your head on my stomach and close your eyes while I do it,” he tells me before putting me down.
Whimpering, I lean forward and close my eyes when my forehead connects with his stomach. I melt into him even more as he wets my hair, running his hands through it before gently massaging it.
Oh, this feels like heaven.
I’ve never had someone wash my hair since I was really little and couldn’t do it myself. But this is even better than I remember it.
“Daddy’s got you,” he coos at me. “Daddy is going to take such good care of you.”
It doesn’t take him long to wash my hair before he picks me up again and holds me close. Now I’m going to have to deal with my hair, and I don’t want to, but I can’t let it dry withoutbrushing through it. It’s going to be an even bigger mess if I don’t do anything.
Daddy turns the water off and wraps a towel around me, carrying me out of the shower and into the room.
“I’m going to let you stand and lean against me as I dry you off. Then, I’m going to do your hair for you,” he informs me before he does exactly what he said.
My body sways before he guides me to lean up against him, and he carefully starts to dry me off, leaving my hair soaking wet and wetting my back again.
“Brush,” I mumble, feeling drained.
