By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
When I got home Mommy seemed in a flurry. She demanded to know where I had been and why I had juice box stains on my shirt. Looking down, I didn’t even know I had made a mess but there on my shirt was a big purple, wet spot. Oops. She started tugging my shirt over my head and shoving down my pants.
Mommy helps get me ready for Daddy sometimes. I don’t know why this time she seemed so rushed. She shoved me into the shower and roughly scrubbed at my hair. All the while scolding me for being late. I hadn’t known I was late, I didn’t know what she meant but she was so flustered I didn’t speak back.
Mommy Helps Get Me Ready
Then Mommy helps me out of the shower and dried my body with rough hands. Normally, she is softer and talks to me sweetly. She knows I get nervous pleasing Daddy no matter how many times we’ve done it. He’s big and strong and rough. His loud voice makes me jump but right now it seems like Mommy is the one afraid of him.
I wonder what that means for me. She rubs lotion over my growing tits and down my legs. Then pushes a grown-up nightie at me and says to put it on. It’s Daddy’s favorite one. He likes it when I look like I’m trying to be a big girl.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410