11. Milo

Chapter 11

Milo

"Clothes just get dirty." I shrugged. "I…I can do it?"

Probably.

Daddy's washing machine had a lot of buttons.

"Do you know how to do it?" He was pushing the buttons but he was frowning. "Does your helper do it?"

Daddy finally laughed and shook his head. "I'm not incompetent. This is new. I think Grace has only used it once too."

Oh.

"It's like a spaceship. Those have lots of buttons too."

Daddy nodded. "I agree and the next time an appliance breaks I'm going to be the one to replace it. I think we were scammed because there is no way all this is necessary."

Yep.

"The machines at the laundromat don't have all these buttons." But I liked not having to use all my quarters, so I was going to be patient. "Thank you for helping me."

Daddy leaned over and kissed my head. "You're welcome. Okay, I think this is the regular cycle."

It started.

He did it.

I got to keep my quarters and I didn't have to be nice to the cranky man.

"Now…now do we get to play?" Daddy hadn't minded the laundry problem or that I'd eaten a sandwich for my dinner but we hadn't gotten to play yet.

"How about we play in the tub?" Daddy kissed my nose when I pouted. "You've been yawning since we got home."

Aww.

"But…but…" Shoot. He was right. "I'm not tired."

Daddy nodded and was really smart again. "I know. But your brain just probably needs to relax. You did a lot of thinking and working today."

"Yeah…it's…two-job day is hard." Ugh. Another one. "I like…I like them, though. They're better than when I had three jobs because they were mean."

And stupid but that was rude.

"How many two-job days do you have each week?" Daddy took my hand and led me out of the laundry room and through the house. "You were busy today."

"Yeah and…and it was restocking day at my first job. That's bigger hard." Because some people didn't know their ABCs and kept putting stuff in the wrong order.

Yep, they were stupid…but they were nice, so I ABC'd for them.

"I…I have two-job days just a few times a week, but I like talking to people and helping them." I was going to tell Daddy that I was a good helper but I yawned and got distracted. "Hey, you have a big tub. I remember."

"That's right." Daddy looked like he wanted to smile. "And I have a plan for the big tub."

"I like big tubs." They were nice. "One time…one time I had an apartment with a big tub, but I couldn't stay there long."

"Why not?" Daddy chuckled when another yawn snuck up on me. "I'm going to pretend I didn't see that."

Because he was a good Daddy.

"The building was condemned." I'd been careful but somebody tattled. "I was smart and didn't use the wires too much, but people kept forgetting and the switches would go pop and poof and then you'd have to flip them."

Daddy's eyes got big. "Does your current building pop and poof?"

"No, Daddy." He had a really big tub. I'd forgotten how big it was. "You have two spouts, Daddy."

Maybe Dally was right about Daddy having big money?

"I do. It helps the tub to fill faster." Daddy kissed my head again before he let me go. "Alright, you go potty and I'm going to start the water. Do you need help? Dally made it sound like you did?"

"Sometimes I get distracted but Dally just helps because sometimes strange Doms like to…they like to get bossy, so he takes me." I shrugged and went toward the special room with the potty. It was like having a living room in the bathroom it was so big. "He didn't know if you were bossy yet."

"Ah, that's a good way to handle it." Daddy started turning on the waters and looking busy, so I went potty. "I just want you to know that you can always ask me for help if you need it."

Hmm.

"I need help." My penis was stuck. "Daddy?"

"That was fast." He chuckled and came to find me. "Ah. I see the problem."

My zipper got broked and it made my penis stuck. "I'm trapped."

"Daddy to the rescue." Kneeling down, Daddy frowned at my pants. "Okay, I see the problem. The zipper has come off…the track? Whatever it's called. I can help, though."

Daddy frowned.

Daddy wiggled the zipper.

Daddy giggled when my penis said hello.

"It's not his fault. You keep bumping him and rubbing him and you said hello first." I shrugged when Daddy snickered. "He can't help it."

"That's okay. I'm glad he likes me." Daddy made a big happy sound like he'd made a touchdown. "Got it."

"Yay." I looked down as Daddy showed me. "Is it fixed or still broke?"

"Well, you're not trapped anymore but I need to look at it later and see if we can make sure it's fixed." Daddy was making more frowning faces as he stood up. "They're very nice pants, so we'll do our best."

Whew.

Work pants were expensive.

"Thank you, Daddy." My penis was free. But he was still trying to say hi to Daddy. "I have to wait."

Daddy coughed but I knew he was trying not to laugh. "I understand the problem. I'm going to check on the water while you wait for him to stop saying hello."

"He's very friendly." I shrugged. "He likes you."

"I'm glad." Daddy had a big smile as he kissed my head. "Okay, I'm going to check on the water or I'll get distracted saying hello."

He was so silly. "He'd like that."

I was silly too but Daddy didn't mind. "Then we'll have to say hello together later."

Yay.

Daddy surprise nights were amazing.

"I'll hurry." Well, I hurried once my penis stopped trying to say hello to Daddy.

It took him a few minutes to get bored so we could be a good boy, but Daddy wasn't mad because when I came out the tub had bubbles. "Oh, bubbles."

Daddy looked very proud of himself. "I thought you'd like that. Let's get you ready, but you have one decision to make."

"I can make it. I'll be very good." Unless it was about dessert or when to go to bed or stuff where I'd probably be naughty.

Daddy laughed as he reached for my shirt and started helping me out of my clothes. "Do you want a bubble bath by yourself or should Daddy get in too?"

Hmm, that was an important question.

"Do you like bubbles?" What else? "Do you get itchy from bubbles?"

Daddy frowned as my shirt came off over my head. "Those are very good questions. I don't have any feelings about bubbles other than that I knew you'd like them, and no, I don't get itchy from them. Does Dally get itchy? Wait. Do you get itchy?"

Oops.

I gave Daddy worries.

"I don't get itchy. Dally doesn't either. His cranky big brother does." He was always grumpy but he got really grumpy when he was itchy. "Lots of soapy stuff makes his skin get mad too."

"Good. Neither of us will get itchy, so what do you think?" Daddy helped me take my pants all the way off and folded everything nice.

"Can we play lots of games or just toy games?" I didn't know the rules.

Daddy frowned and shrugged. "I don't know. The toys I bought you haven't gotten here yet. But the internet says we can play with measuring cups and things like that."

Did Daddy have a real job or was he one of the weird rich people who just had money and nothing to do?

"I like playing, Daddy, but I like being with you." I'd like being with him better once he told me the rules.

Daddy cocked his head and then sat down on the side of the tub. "I'm missing something. I don't think I understand the question."

Hmm.

He might have yawns too.

Looking up stuff online all day was hard…Daddy even online shopped too.

"Are you talking about imaginary games like pretending we have a boat or…" Daddy blinked and got a funny look on his face before it vanished like magic. "Or are you talking about grown-up games like me saying hello and sinking your boat."

He was so funny.

Daddy pretended to get frowny when I giggled. "It was trying to float earlier so I'd have to try to sink it."

"Are you going to explode my boat, Daddy?" I was funny that time because Daddy winced and his hands moved to his boat.

"Um, no, let's give that another name." Daddy's frown made me giggle.

"Boom." I waved my hands to show him how big the explosion would get.

Daddy groaned. "That's…good grief."

He was so funny.

"I will play any games with you as long as we don't say explosions or boom." Daddy shook his head and sighed. "We're just going to say hi very nicely. No explosions."

I wanted to play, so I kept the boom just in my head.

Boom .

"You thought it." Daddy sucked in a breath and looked like I'd said a naughty word. "You said boom in your head. You exploded."

Oh.

"We're going to say hi nicely, Daddy. I remember." Could Daddy read my mind?

Boom.

"Good grief." Daddy crossed his arms over his chest. "You're making me worried about your penis."

"Bubbles will make you feel better." And then we could play. "Do you need help, Daddy?"

Yes, questions were better because then I didn't have to lie.

Boom .

"Alright, it's clear you need a distraction." He even glared at me and huffed.

I had to tell Dally that Daddy could read my mind.

He was never going to believe it.

"I like distractions, Daddy." I could tell Dally later, though. "I like bubbles too. Did I tell you that, Daddy?"

He laughed. "I can't tell if you're being cute to get away with being naughty or if you're just tired."

Hmm.

"I really like bubbles. Let me help you." Yes, helping was better than trying to figure out how to answer Daddy. I was pretty sure I'd get in trouble trying to let him ask questions.

And if I sank his boat first, then he had to be happy.

I was smart too.

Yep. Very smart.

Daddy's boat was happy and ready to be sanked by the time I got his clothes off. "Don't think you're being subtle about this."

Cheek kisses.

Big smile.

Dally said those always made Daddies happy and he said it worked on lots of other Doms too.

"Are you ready, Daddy?" Yes, I could help him and that would distract him too. "Be careful so you don't fall."

He rolled his eyes when I took his hands but he let me distract him. "Thank you."

Best Daddy ever.

"You're welcome." Sweet smiles so I didn't look guilty. "And thank you for using good manners."

Yep, that made everything better too.

Sighing, Daddy was careful and helped me into the tub. "Good job. On not falling and on trying to distract me."

I didn't giggle, but it was hard.

"We're both very good." So we should get to have fun playing sink the boat. "And we can cuddle too. Just like you wanted, Daddy."

He liked cuddling.

Chuckling, Daddy helped us both sink down into the water and the bubbles just kept getting bigger and bigger. "You're almost buried."

Giggling, I nodded as I climbed between his legs and curled up so he could have his cuddles. I sank down into the water and the bubbles came up to my neck. "I'm alive, Daddy. Don't worry."

He couldn't decide if he wanted to groan or laugh. "If I have nightmares about you exploding while being buried alive, I'm going to blame it on you."

Hmm…time for another distraction…a kissy kind.