"Time for your bath, my girl," the man said.

"Daddy, do I have to?" April asked in her ritual response.

"Of course. Unless you think I want a stinky girl running around the house," he said. "Just because mom's out of town for the weekend doesn't mean we do anything all that different. We do this every month. When you're done, you can come out and watch TV with me. Maybe I could find something to snack on. Cookies and juice?" With a pat on her soft bottom he sent her on her way

She slunk off to her fate, trying hard not to giggle. It was fun having a bath. Now. Not that she'd ever want daddy to know about what made it fun. Something she found out all by herself that made it the most fun ever! As soon as she was around the corner of the hallway she had to hold herself back from running as fast as she could to her room. Seconds later she had her clothes off and scampering maked back across the hall to the bathroom, looking in the medicine cabinet for the bottle, grinning when she found it.

April sat on the toilet and watched her pee spatter into the bowl, wiped carefully then opened the bottle to let a trickle of the baby oil run down over her belly button and onto her bare slit, one hand following to rub it all over. The bottle was set down and her fingers began gently rubbing her slippery skin, playing with her baby-bare cunny for a bit before getting into it. A pull up and her fingers spread those lovely, soft lips apart, a knot of hardened nerves popping out from the funny flaps of skin. Each time she touched it, it seemed to get bigger and bigger, every stroke making her legs tremble. When it got so rubbing sent sparklers through her small body, April let go with her hands and turned on the water. When it was the right temperature and she was hot to trot, she climbed in.

In the living room, Darren Mosely was watching his reality cop show, the only one of the network programs that he found interesting enough in to spend the hour watching. Idly he heard the bathwater turn on, keeping an ear out to make sure it got turned off. It had been only a couple months since April turned the water on and ran back to her room to get a doll to play with. She said something about stopping to find something else and just forgot. After she had mopped up the mess, he took her over his knee and delivered ten spanks to her bottom and sent her to bed.

The next day she came up to him when he got home from work, softly took his hand, waved him down and kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry about forgetting the bath, daddy."

"It's alright, April. I know you won't do it again," he told her. "I'm sorry I had to paddle your bottom. How's it feeling now?"

"It's fine. You're the best daddy anywhere," she said, gave him another kiss, a quick hug and off she skipped. Darren stood there for a minute just absorbing what his little April had told him before going to his room and changing clothes. It was a happy memory, one of those that make everything else worthwhile.....(cont)