Dear Caley,
I know everything probably feels overwhelming and you might feel a bit lost. But remember, Issy makes a good rock. He’ll stand in the storm. He’ll be your strength. If you ever need me, call. Here’s something to help you feel more normal.
Archer
That bastard.
Doc could only imagine how much pain he had to be in. Loving her and so far away from her. And he was still backing him up. Doing what was best for everyone else.
But was Archer being away from them what was best for her? Hell, was it even best for him?
Could you share her? If it was what she wanted?
Fuck. Back in the cabin, he’d liked it being the three of them. Liked having Archer to bounce things off.
If Archer had been there when Doc had to leave, the cabin would never have gone on fire.
He groaned. Christ. Was he really considering this?
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby doll?” he asked.
After her nap, Caley had woken up in pain and a bit grouchy, which was unlike her. So he’d settled her in the living room watching a cartoon with a glass of chocolate milk with a straw and had tried to coax her to eat. He’d ended up having to get strict with her, then had felt terrible as she’d startled to sniffle.
He had to tread carefully. Still, he couldn’t let her get away with not letting him take care of her. She needed plenty of sleep and good nutrition to get better. And once she started feeling better, he had no doubt she’d get frustrated by her bandages and restriction.
Then he’d have to get firmer with her.
He had wrapped her hands in plastic bags, not wanting her to get the bandages accidentally wet. He ran a cloth over her chest and those pretty breasts with her peach-colored nipples.
Easy, man.
She’s not up to that yet.
“Are you okay?” she asked worriedly.
Crap. He’d kind of zoned out on her again.
“Just working through that problem.”
“With Archie?”
“Yeah.” He washed down her tummy. “Why don’t you lie back?”
“My hair will get wet.”
“I’ll wash it for you.” He helped her lie back then he moved to wash her legs.
“I thought we might have heard from him.” There was a sad note in her voice and he instantly felt like an asshole. What if Kent was right? What if she needed Archer too? Could he deny her anything that she needed?
Short answer was no.
But he still wanted to think on this for a bit. There wasn’t just the logistics of this sort of relationship. There was the fact that Archer lived in a different city. He couldn’t imagine his brother living here, with them.
And he couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.
He sat her back up and grabbed a cup to wet her hair.
“I was spoiled today.”
He turned her face around, so she was looking at him. “If anyone deserves it, baby doll, it’s you.”
She gave him a small smile. “I didn’t think I would ever have this again. A feeling of being home. Of being loved.”
He lightly kissed her lips. “Welcome home, Caley. We’re gonna make lots of happy memories here.”
“I know.”
He finished washing her hair then lifted her out of the bath and quickly dried her off. He rubbed the towel through her hair.
He grabbed some clean panties. They were a pale pink with clouds on them. A gift. He felt bad that he hadn’t thought to buy her anything before they left Bozeman. Although he had ordered a few things online for her last night while he was trying to sleep in that uncomfortable hospital chair. The nurses had tried to kick him out, but there had been no way he was leaving her.
He took note of the way she was pressing her legs together. She hadn’t been to the bathroom much today. The nurse had helped her first thing this morning then he’d helped her while they’d been waiting for everyone to arrive. And that was only because he’d made her go.
Poor baby, he knew it had to be hard to let others help her, but she shouldn’t hold it in. It wasn’t healthy.
“You need the potty, baby doll?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “But I can do it myself.”
He eyed her hands which were still thickly bandaged. “Not until those hands heal a bit more.”
Her cheeks were flushed.
“Baby doll, you don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s my privilege to help you. This is what I thrive on, taking care of you. I need it.”
She stared at him then sighed. “It’s just embarrassing.”
“You can’t hold it, baby doll. You’ll give yourself a UTI.” He frowned. “This isn’t why you’re hardly eating, is it?”
She looked away guiltily.
Right. Enough of that.
“Caley, you cannot refuse to eat because you don’t want help to go to the bathroom. I cannot allow that.” He kept his tone kind but firm. He grasped hold of her chin raising her face. “Do you need me to take more control?”
“I don’t…I don’t know. I still feel kind of lost. Even though I can tell I’m going to like it here, I don’t know what to do. I can’t work. I can’t feed myself. I can’t dress myself. I can’t even go to the toilet on my own.”
“Then let Daddy take over. You need time to recover, to work through what happened. I know it will take more than a couple of days. But let me take the reins for these few days. Let me make the decisions. You can spend the entire time in Little space or just some of it. And you always have your safeword. You can use it anytime.”
“Yes, okay. It might be easier for me to accept help in Little mode.”
He rubbed his thumb over her cheek. “Would it be easier if I put you in diapers?”
She gaped up at him. “No! That wouldn’t be easier.”
He studied her. “Okay but know that not eating is no longer an option for you. Come on, go potty then I’ll get you in your nightie and into bed.”
Caley knew she was blushing as he helped her use the toilet. It wasn’t easy to accept that level of help. From anyone. Once he had her nightie and panties on, he lifted her up and carried her to bed.
“Right, rules, Little one. Hmm, I’m going to need a new whiteboard, rewards/punishment chart and some jars.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary, Daddy,” she said quickly.
“Oh, I think it is. We hadn’t even gotten to use your jars. But don’t worry, it’s all up there.” He tapped his forehead. “I’m sure that there’s some spare whiteboards at JSI I can use in the meantime.”
Awesome.
He set her down next to the bed then pulled the covers back. The bedspread was a plain gray, but the bed itself was soft and lush.
He put some pillows behind her back. And she rested back. “I’ll go get you a bottle in a moment.”
“You have a bottle here?”
“Kent grabbed me some supplies. He also got that nutrition shake you like. You need it more now than ever.” He looked at her hair. “I need to brush out your hair. I think I saw a hairbrush in your pile of presents.”
He returned quickly with a wooden hairbrush. The back of it was very flat and shiny. She scooted forward so he could sit behind her and brush the tangles from her hair.
“Now, your rules are all the same as before. Except, since you’ll be in Little space and you need extra help, there’s no getting dressed by yourself, no going to the toilet on your own and no getting up on your own. Understand? I’ve ordered a camera monitor to help with nap times and if you sleep in so I’ll know when you wake up. I know it’s hard to let me help you with more intimate things like going to the bathroom, but if I’m not worried by it you shouldn’t be either.”
She guessed it made sense. She still knew she wasn’t going to like it. There was a small pull on her hair, and she realized he was braiding it.
“And your big-girl rules from before still apply,” he told her, slipping out from behind her. “Let m
e get your bottle.”
She snuggled into him as he fed her the bottle, her eyes getting droopy. Her lack of sleep over these past few days was catching up to her. She felt him tuck her in, Bumbly and her snuggly next to her. She was so glad that Kent had found them.
Something rubbery was pressed to her lips and she instinctively opened them, freezing at the feel of what could only be a pacifier was pressed into her mouth. She didn’t know how she felt about that, but she was willing to give it a go.
She realized now how much she missed their nighttime routine. She lay down and he massaged her scalp until she drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Fire. Heat. Smoke.
She opened her mouth and screamed for help.
But nothing came out. No one could hear her. No one was there.
Issy! Archer!
“Wake up, baby doll. Easy,” a rough voice told her as she woke and she realized a firm hand was shaking her. She opened her eyes, staring up into Issy’s concerned face. He must have left a light on somewhere because it wasn’t fully dark.
“Sorry,” she whispered. “Nightmare.”
He kissed her forehead. “About the fire?”
She nodded.
“Poor baby. Want to talk about it?”
She shook her head. She’d already talked it to death. She wanted to forget.
“Go back to sleep,” she told him, feeling bad that she’d woken him.
His face grew stern. “Is that the way things work?”
“No.” She should have known better.
“The rules haven’t changed. If you wake up in the night, you’re to wake me as well.” Heat entered his gaze. “Now, it’s my job to help you get back to sleep.”
Her breath caught. She nodded, her heart racing for an entirely different reason.
“Can you put your hands above your head? I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
She raised her hands above her head, and he pushed back the bed covers before drawing up her nightgown and latching onto her nipple.
Oh fuck. Oh Christ.
She wondered if he’d take her now. If he’d let her touch him, taste him.
And then his mouth moved down her stomach and he was drawing off her panties before he lay between her legs and started toying with her clit. He began to feast.
He ate her. Tortured her. Teased her. Drove her up to the edge then drew back until she was moaning, her heart racing. Finally, he thrust two fingers deep inside her as he flicked at her clit until she fell over the edge into bliss.
Then she couldn’t think at all.
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“Caley do it!”
“Caley, cannot do it,” Issy replied calmly, although she could tell he was becoming increasingly unhappy with her.
These past few days had brought them closer than ever. She’d spent most of her time in Little space. And it had been freeing. Sure, there were times when adult Caley came out. Mostly during the middle of the night when she either couldn’t sleep or was woken by a nightmare and he would use his fingers or mouth on her.
Issy’s care and attention was helping her slowly heal. Physically and mentally.
There was just one snag. She hadn’t heard from Archer. She missed him. Missed talking to him.
Oh, and there was one other issue. Her daddy’s continued insistence that she be treated like an invalid.
“Caley can do it,” she told him, her bottom lip coming out in a pout.
“Caley, sit down and let me feed you.”
“Caley feed herself. I is a big girl.”
“Your hands are still healing.”
They were, but they were a lot better. So much so she only had to wear the lightest of bandages and she could go to the toilet on her own now. That was something to celebrate.
But that was the only allowance he’d made. And she was feeling a burst of independence. She also thought it was probably time to get back to work. Although there was a part of her that was enjoying having a break, she missed working as well.
First, though, she needed a new laptop. Oh God, just the thought of shopping for a new laptop made her feel stressed.
You can do it.
“Caley, I’m going to count to three then you better have your bottom on your chair and be ready for Daddy to feed you lunch.”
Not happening.
“One.”
She shook her head.
“Two.”
Uh-uh.
“Three.”
She gave him a stubborn look. He stood and trepidation filled her. Uh-oh. What had she been thinking?
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I sit now!”
“I appreciate the apology but it’s not getting you out of your punishment. Come here.” He drew out her chair but instead of waiting for her to sit in it, he sat and crooked a finger at her.
Oh dear. She really was in trouble.
She shook her head, her hands moving behind to her bottom as though to protect it.
“Caley, come here. Now. You do not want me to get up and come grab you. I can promise you that.”
She was starting to really regret her choices.
“Daddy, can’t I have a do-over?”
“No, you cannot. You’ve needed this for a while now, but I haven’t wanted to spank you while you were recovering. However, since you seem to think your hands are healed enough that you can do everything yourself then it seems you’re well enough to get punished.”
He may not have spanked her but she usually went into time-out at least once a day. Turns out, she wasn’t the best patient. He’d created a new chart and two more jars. By now, the frowny faces well out-weighed the smiley faces and she knew she was going to be pulling something out of the punishment jar come Sunday.
“Caley, last warning.”
She scampered over to where he sat.
“Don’t run!” he barked at her. “You could trip and hurt yourself. Over you go.”
He helped her lie over his lap. She was wearing a T-shirt, sweatpants and a pair of fluffy, bright orange socks. A gift from Daisy. Every day one of the Littles who lived on Sanctuary visited her, sometimes they even played with her, helping her with her clay or her coloring since she couldn’t really do any of it herself.
He drew down her sweatpants and panties.
“Daddy! Can’t we talk about this?”
He started rubbing her bottom. “What would you like to talk about, baby doll?”
“Abouts how I shouldn’t get spanked!”
“And why not? Daddy asked you to come to him. He gave you a count. You had your chance to sit like a good girl and eat your lunch. Now you’ve earned yourself some punishment in order to remember to obey Daddy and because tantrums are never acceptable. It’s a count of twenty then ten minutes of corner time.”
Noo!
“Place your hands behind your back. I’m going to hold your wrists, so you don’t accidentally bang your hands and hurt yourself.”
What about the hurt that was going to be applied to her ass! He was always concerned with her harming herself. Even while her butt was being reddened.
She placed her hands in the small of her back and he carefully held her wrists together. Then his hand descended on her butt.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Holy crap. He certainly wasn’t taking it easy on her. That was for sure.
Slap! Slap!
All too soon her ass was burning. Tears welled in her eyes and she sobbed, kicking her feet.
Smack! Smack!
She finally gave up fighting. She knew she wasn’t going to get free. His hand laid down smack after smack. Her bottom throbbed. Her skin burned and when he was done, she was sobbing. He turned her over, holding her on his lap for a long moment, rocking her gently and kissing her forehead.
Once she’d stopped crying, though, he set her on her feet in front of him, holding her hips. She was standing there just dressed in a tight T-shirt. She must have kicked her pants and panties off while she was over his knee.
“Over to the corner, baby doll.”
She turned and moved to the corner. She was well acquainted with this corner. She sighed, closing her eyes as she spread her legs and pressed her forehead against the corner, poking her bottom out.
“Good girl,” he told her quietly.
That praise filled her with warmth. She knew she was acting like a bit of a brat because she was starting to get frustrated. She was ready for her hands to be fully healed.
“Right, come here, baby doll.”
She turned, having to remind herself not to run as she moved back to where he sat on the chair. He drew her onto his lap once more. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry I was naughty and didn’t listen to you, Daddy. I know you’re only trying to take care of me.”
“You’re starting to get frustrated; I get it. But your hands still need time to get better.”
She nodded. “I’ve really liked spending these days in Little space, but I also miss working. I think I’m ready to spend some more time as adult me.”
“All right. Your hands aren’t up to typing, though.”
“I know, I’ll need to learn dictation. I also need to get a laptop. And a printer.” She sighed. “I hate buying new stuff.”
“I would never have known,” he told her dryly. He gave her a wry smile.
She licked her lips. “I was also thinking that maybe it was time for…I mean, you did say once I was ready that you would let me…that we could have sex,” the last two words were said quickly, her voice a high squeak.
“I did, didn’t I?” His heated gaze looked over her. “I didn’t want to touch you while you were recovering.”
“It’s only my hands that are injured. There’s nothing wrong with the, uhh, rest of me.” She groaned. “I’m so bad at sexy talk.”
He stared at her. “That was your attempt at sexy talk?”
She hid her face in his shoulder. “Yes.”
His chest moved and she knew he was laughing at her. “Don’t laugh. I don’t know how to talk sexy.”
“Well, we’ll have to practice, won’t we?”
“So we can have sex? Tonight?”
Something moved across his face. “No, not tonight.”
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