The Daddy Dom

Part 29;Lets Go Home

The ride home was far more uncomfortable than than the morning's ride had been. Charlotte's inner thighs were lightly bruised in a mixture of grey and purple, and the discomfort seemed just as upsetting to her as it had earlier that day, but their lunch and the intimacy they had engaged in warmed her from the inside.

When they returned home after having unsaddled the horses and let them into the paddock it was already late afternoon. He asked Charlotte to go upstairs to her bathroom, strip herself of her clothes and wait for him in the bathtub. Charlotte did as she was told. In the tub she sat down, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms against her pale legs.

She didn't have to wait long; soon the sound of his long strides in the hallway became audible, and he entered the bathroom. He had changed into fresh, dark trousers and a thin white shirt. Crouching down beside the bathtub he took the shower head from its holder and turned on the water, letting it run against his hand in order to control the temperature. When the water was warm enough he carefully began to run it along Charlotte's closed knees, looking up to smile at her uncertain expression.

"Nothing helps the body relax like warm, fresh water," he said, letting the water flow freely down her shoulders and back, following the movement with his free hand with a continuous downward stroking. "And there's nothing like bathing and cleaning someone gently, to let them know they are cared for and being looked after."

She didn't know what he was leading up to, particularly not after their disconcerting night and this afternoon's intimacy. He took his time, making sure the water reached every nook and cranny of her body, and she moved to accommodate him.

He kissed her head gently, before reaching for a bottle of lavender shampoo. He lathered the soap into her long hair and massaged her scalp soothingly, taking care not to let any of it slip onto her face.

Eventually, Charlotte was permitted to stand up and was rinsed down with hot water. He took her hand and helped her out of the tub and to the thick bathmat that lay in front of it. She was wrapped in a big, white towel and rubbed down thoroughly.

When she was dry, he hung the towel on the wall and turned back to look at her. Instinctively her arms reached out to cover her body.

"Leave your hands by your side, Charlotte, I need to examine you."

Charlotte swallowed and slowly let her arms drop.

His eyes traveled along her body, taking great care to examine every last part of her little body.

He placed a hand on her inner thigh and gently patted it, signaling her to spread her legs a little. She did as she was told.

He ran his fingers along the little bruises. "The bruises I leave you with are memories of an afternoon well spent. Cherish them, little one," he said, his eyes meeting hers.