35. Chapter Thirty-Four
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
MARGERY
M argery slowly started to wake up in Daddy’s arms. She’d had one of the best nights of her life. Not only did she sleep amazingly, the sex was out of this world.
“Morning, Little one. How are you feeling?” Daddy asked.
“Wonderful,” she replied.
“Not sore?”
Margery hadn’t moved from her spot, so she didn’t know whether she was sore or not. She honestly didn’t want to move and ruin the bliss she was in. But her bladder wasn’t having any of that. It was screaming at her in urgency.
“I don’t—” She squeezed her thighs and whimpered. The urge to pee was getting stronger, and she didn’t know if she was going to make it to the bathroom or not.
“What’s wrong, Little girl?” Daddy pushed himself so he was sitting.
“Pee. I don’t think I can make it,” she rushed out .
Alarm went across Daddy’s face. He quickly got up from the bed and picked her up. Margery couldn’t appreciate his naked body in this moment. The only thing on her mind was not wetting the bed. How embarrassing would that be?
Daddy placed her on the toilet. She didn’t even have time to ask him to leave before she was going. Her face turned bright red as she put her hands up, trying to cover her face. She could not believe she was peeing with Daddy in the bathroom.
“What’s wrong?”
Margery ignored him as she continued to go to the bathroom. She was not going to have this conversation while she was peeing.
“Little one, talk to Daddy. What’s wrong?” he asked seriously.
She heard him move around before his hands were touching hers, prying them slightly away from her face. Daddy was kneeling right in front of her.
“Talk to Daddy. What’s wrong? Daddy wants to know.”
“I’m peeing in front of you!”
How did he not see what she was seeing? She knew it was a normal bodily function, but it was still weird.
“And?”
“I’m peeing in front of you. I’m sitting on the toilet while you’re just standing here. I’m embarrassed that you heard me pee. I never thought I would be peeing in front of you. And here I am saying pee so many times.”
Daddy cupped her face with his hand. “Get used to it. Daddy is going to be in the bathroom with you when you pee. Nothing is coming between us. You can watch me pee if you want.”
While that sounded appealing, she wasn’t about to verbalize it. It wasn’t normal to want to watch another person pee. Or Margery didn’t think it was normal.
“Can I get off the toilet now?” she asked.
“I think we should stay here just a bit longer; talk this out.”
Margery closed her eyes and took a deep breath in. How was she going to survive this embarrassment? Why couldn’t they have this conversation when she was off the toilet?
“I want you to know that you never have to be embarrassed about this. It’s a natural thing. I love taking care of you, and right now, I am. We’re going to do this so many more times; we might as well start getting used to it now. You could hurt yourself when you go to the bathroom.”
The likelihood of her hurting herself was pretty small, she thought. She had been going to the bathroom by herself for a very long time.
“If you’re still like you were when we were younger, you tend to hurt yourself when you least expect it. You could trip while pulling your pants up and hit your head. There could be water on the ground, and you wouldn’t know, and you could slip and hurt yourself. Daddy just wants you safe, and me being there with you ensures that.”
“I’m not getting out of this, am I?” Margery giggled.
Daddy shook his head. “Not unless it’s on the list of things you can’t cope with or triggers you. If it is, then it won’t happen. If it’s not, then it will.”
Margery thought about it for several seconds. It wasn’t a hard no, but she was embarrassed about it. Maybe over time, it would get better. But Margery didn’t think so. She didn’t think she would ever get used to peeing in front of Daddy.
“Will you always be in the bathroom with me?” she asked.
The first thing that popped into her mind was if she needed to poop. There was no way she would be able to poop in front of him. Peeing was one thing, but pooping was a whole other experience. One she wasn’t really looking forward to.
“What’s got you all worried?” Daddy looked concerned.
Marjory couldn’t believe she was about to talk to him about this. She was still on the toilet.
“Communication is key. I can’t read your mind.”
“Sometimes, I wish you could, so I wouldn’t have to say it out loud,” she mumbled.
Daddy chuckled and nodded. “It would be pretty amazing sometimes, but it would also ruin your privacy. Daddy wouldn’t want to listen to your thoughts all the time. I know you work some things through in your mind before you talk to Daddy. It wouldn’t be fair to know them before you were ready to talk about them.”
Daddy did have a point. But she wished when she didn’t want to say it out loud that he could. It would make some things so much easier.
“Now, can you tell me what has you so worried all of a sudden?”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud,” she mumbled. “A hard no is you being with me when I need to poop.”
Everything in Margery wanted to put her head to the side or hang it, but Daddy was still cupping her face. So, her best option was to close her eyes. She knew he could still see her, but she couldn’t see him or his reaction.
“Oh, Little one. If it’s a hard no for you, then I won’t be there. Thank you for telling me. You just let me know, and I won’t come in. I promise. Well, unless you’re sick or hurt, I might help you in the beginning, but I’ll try not to be there.”
Margery opened her eyes to see Daddy smiling at her.
“I’m so proud of you for telling me that. I know it wasn’t easy. And I won’t always be in the bathroom with you. Sometimes, I won’t be here while I’m working, which means you’ll be able to go to the bathroom on your own. Who knows, you may find that you actually like me being in the bathroom with you.”
“I highly doubt that.”
“You never know. You might shock yourself.”
She chuckled and shook her head. There was no way she was going to get used to Daddy being in the bathroom with her. For her to miss him being in the bathroom with her when he wasn’t there. That was insane.
“As much as I would love for you to stay in the bathroom and have this conversation to get you more comfortable, how about we take a bath together before I show you your surprise.”
“I’m good with no bath.”
Margery just really wanted to see what the surprise was. Daddy hadn’t given her any hints on what it could be. He hadn’t really given her time to ask questions, but she wanted to know. She was dying to know .
“Nope. Not happening. You need a bath. Not because you stink but because it’ll help you recover from last night.”
She sighed but nodded. He was probably right. She would probably regret it if she didn’t soak for a little bit. Or Daddy could just be saying it. Margery hadn’t read about girls soaking in the bathtub after to help with soreness. Was it a thing, and she just didn’t know about it?
“Do you want to wipe, or do you want Daddy to wipe?”
“I’ll wipe!” she rushed out.
Daddy chuckled. “Someday, I am going to wipe you. But today, you can wipe yourself. I’ll get the bath ready.”
Her face went red as Daddy stood. She knew he was being serious. Daddy was going to clean her up at some point. He was giving her a warning.
While Daddy started to get the bath ready, she sorted herself out. She didn’t want to stand up and be on display, so she stayed sitting. Margery knew he had already seen everything, but she still got a little shy. She couldn’t help it.
“Ready?”
She nodded her head and stood up. Daddy helped her into the bath and climbed in behind her. She hadn’t realized how big the tub was until Daddy was in it with her. She had taken a shower in here a couple of times, but it never really registered.
“I had this tub made specially so I could take baths with you. Not all of them, but some of them,” Daddy explained.
Now, he was being thoughtful. It touched her heart knowing he had done that for her. That he was thinking about her.
“Let’s just sit here and relax for a little bit. Help soothe your body and sore muscles. Then, we can go to your surprise.”
Margery was trying to keep herself calm and collected. She didn’t want to do something and not be able to see the surprise. She was just going to have to be a good girl.
“You know I love you, right?” Daddy asked.
Margery relaxed into his embrace and nodded. He actually hadn’t said the words to her, but she knew by how sweet and caring he was being that he did love her.
“I love you, too,” she admitted.
Daddy wrapped his arms around her. She loved the feeling of that. Having skin-to-skin but also relaxing in each other’s embrace. They knew they didn’t have to talk to have a good, relaxing time with each other. Just being together was enough.
“Can we do this once a week?” she asked.
“Sure, can I ask why?” Daddy countered.
“I just love being in your embrace. I love feeling your arms around me. The feeling of being safe. But I also love how relaxing this is. I think we both need it.”
His grip tightened around her, making her feel even more secure.
“Okay, I probably need this more than you since I’m new to everything. I’m going to worry a lot, and doing this will help me relax. It will just help me know and remember that you’re here with me and nothing is wrong. It doesn’t have to be in the bathtub, but us just lying in each other’s embrace once a week for at least thirty minutes to an hour; I think that would really help me.”
Margery was pretty surprised that she was telling him this. She usually kept those types of things to herself. She had when they first started dating, and she was trying to get better at saying things.
“Then we’ll do it. If it’s going to help you, we’ll make it happen.”
“I just know if we want to make this work, I need this. Some form of this. I know I normally don’t talk about these things, but I want this to work. I really do,” she expressed.
“And I do as well. So, if you ever find yourself needing something more, let me know. I don’t want you to suffer. And I will make sure to check in with you every day to make sure how you’re feeling. You’re not going at this alone. We are in this together.”
She relaxed even further into his embrace. She hadn’t even realized how tense she had grown while they were talking.
“I just don’t want to disappoint you,” she whispered before she could stop herself.
“You could never disappoint me. I promise. You will never disappoint me. You are the light of my life.”
Tears formed in her eyes as he spoke, saying such nice things, and she knew they were all true.
“Are you ready to go see your surprise?” he asked.
She pulled away from him and turned her head so she was facing Daddy.
“Yes!” she squealed.
“Let Daddy get out first and dry off before I help you. I don’t want you to get hurt. You could slip and fall. I would never forgive myself if that happened.”
“Okay, Daddy. I’ll wait. ”
She watched him as he got out of the bath. He quickly started to dry himself and pull his underwear on. She patiently waited for him to finish.
“Are you almost done, Daddy?” she asked, growing impatient.
She wanted to see what the surprise was. He had teased it the day before, and she was ready to know now. She was ready to find out when he told her.
“Patience, Little one. Daddy is almost done. We could wait another two hours if you want,” he chastised.
Margery shook her head. There was no way she wanted to wait another two hours. She had already been patient enough. Having to wait even more was going to make her a little angry.
Maybe angry wasn’t the right word, but Margery was growing restless and annoyed. Daddy had said that after they relaxed in the bath, they would see it. She knew if her attitude was bad, he could take it away, but she didn’t think it was. She wasn’t being rude or mean. She was just asking a question.
“Come on. Let’s get you all dried and into this nice, soft onesie.”
Margery’s eyes flitted over at the counter where there was a black and white onesie. She looked at Daddy with a big smile on her face.
“A zebra onesie?” she asked.
“Yes, Little one, a zebra onesie. I saw it the other day and knew I had to get it for you. And then, when I realized it was so soft, I was sold. I know you like soft things. ”
“Does it have little footsies?” Margery bounced up and down, excitement flowing through her.
She couldn’t tell from here if it did or not. It was her absolute favorite thing to have footsies in onesies to keep her feet all nice and warm. Her feet were never got warm, along with her fingers, but her feet were much worse.
Daddy’s face came closer to hers, and a big smile spread across it. “They do. I knew you would love them even more. They also have a little backdrop, so when you have to go to the bathroom, you don’t have to take everything off. It also gives Daddy easier access when you’re naughty. I can just open it , put you over my lap, and spank your little bottom.”
Her hands immediately went to her bottom. She was not going to get her bottom spanked.
“I is a good girl.”
“You are a good girl, but sometimes good girls are naughty. And sometimes good girls need help releasing their emotions. And, sometimes, good girls deserve a pleasure spanking.”
“I’ll take one of those. A pleasure spanking. But I’m not getting a spanking for being naughty or to help release my emotions.” She nodded once. “It’s a rule. Margery can only get pleasure spankings. No other spankings are permitted.”
Daddy gently swatted her bottom once her hands were off it. Her mouth fell open, and Daddy chuckled.
“That will not be happening. I can see into the future, and I know for a fact that you will be getting several spankings—and not the enjoyable kind.”
“Will not,” she sassed.
“Oh, yes, you will. ”
“I will not. I am a good girl who isn’t naughty.”
“You want to make a bet?” Daddy helped her put the onesie on.
“What do I get out of it?” she asked.
“If you make it to the end of the week without getting in trouble, I’ll let you eat as much ice cream as you want over the weekend. And if you don’t want ice cream, I’ll buy you whatever candy you want.”
Margery was liking this. She could definitely win this bet. It was going to be so easy. Daddy didn’t know what he was getting himself into.
“And if you are naughty before the end of the week, meaning I’ve won, then I get to spank and plug this ass.” Daddy tapped her bottom.
She clenched her cheeks together at the thought of being spanked and plugged. She had never been plugged before or spanked.
Was she making the right decision? Was she in over her head?
Margery shook those thoughts away. She was going to do this and prove to Daddy that she was a good girl.
“By this Friday? In four days?” She held up four fingers.
“Yes, Little one. Four days from today. If you agree, the time starts now. But if you don’t want to place this bet, then no worries. We don’t have to do this.”
She shook her head. “Nope. We’re doing it. I told you I was the bestest girl. I’m not naughty.”
“All right. Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” Why wasn’t he listening?
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you once you get into trouble. ”
Margery smiled. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you when I don’t get into trouble. I told you I’m a good girl. I’m not a naughty girl.”
Daddy chuckled and stood . He grabbed her hand and helped her turn around. The first thing she saw were the stripes on her onesie.
“Oh, Daddy. It’s amazing. I love it so much. Thank you for buying it for me.”
Margery turned around and wrapped her arms around him. She absolutely loved it. The onesie was form-fitting but baggy enough that she was comfortable without any underwear or bra underneath it.
“I’m glad you like it. Maybe we can find some other zebra onesies like that but in different colors.”
“Yess!” she yelled.
“Inside voice.”
Her eyes went wide. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Maybe this whole not getting into trouble was going to be harder than she thought. She had completely forgotten about the inside voices rule. Thankfully, Daddy gave warnings, but if she did it again, there would be no warning.
“That was a close one, Little one. Are you sure you’re up for this four-day adventure?”
Margery couldn’t back down now. She had already agreed to the deal.
“I’m sure. I’m going to prove to you that I’m not a naughty girl.” She tilted her head with confidence.
“Daddy is going to still love you if you are a naughty girl. You’ll always be Daddy’s good girl with some naughty tendencies. That’s okay. But if you really do want to try this, I’m not going to stop you, but don’t cry to me when you find yourself with a hot and plugged bottom.”
“I won’t, Daddy, because I’m not going to lose,” Margery said confidently.
It was like he didn’t have any faith in her. She was just going to have to show him how it was going to be. Sometimes, Little girls had to show their Daddy’s how to do things. This was one of those times.
Daddy kissed her forehead. “Okay, come on, baby. How about we go check the surprise now.”
Margery started to bounce up and down.
“Hold Daddy’s hand while we walk over to the room. When we get there, Daddy will open the door while you keep your eyes shut. Once I tell you to open them, you can look.”
She nodded several times. She could not wait. Margery was trying to think of what the surprise could be. Was it another onesie? A tea set? Stuffed animals?
Margery didn’t know, and as they walked out of the room and toward another , her excitement grew. Part of her hoped it would be a tea set.
She had one when she was little, but as she grew older, her mom had gotten rid of it. Margery didn’t realize how much it had affected her until she graduated from high school and found out she was a Little.
That was when she realized how much it actually bothered her. She had found herself looking back and thinking about the times she had thought about that tea set.
Too many times.
“All right, I want you to close your eyes now. ”
Margery closed her eyes and heard Daddy opening a door. He held her shoulders and helped her take a couple of steps.
“Such a good girl. Let me turn on the lights.”
She patiently waited for Daddy to do everything he needed to before he was ready. She wasn’t going to do the same thing. They were here, and she could wait a couple of seconds. Margery had waited over a day, which meant she could wait a little longer as she stood in the room.
“You can open your eyes now.”
Margery opened them and let out a gasp at what she saw.