The First of Many Hand Bathings to Come

Taken from the ABDL romance book:

Last Snow

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here is a little story about bubbling over … in more ways than one.

The First of Many Hand Bathings to Come –

“Sweetie, bath time,” Hunter said as he walked back into the nursery – selecting another nightie from the closet of clothing and placing it on the crib mattress … Veronica crawling over to the crib and looking at the nightie. “Are you warm enough in a nightie?”

Veronica nodded her head yes, her attention now drawn to the nightie. It was gleaming white with a rounded neckline. It had long sleeves with elasticized ruffle cuffs and a single button closure at the neck. Its length probably reached down to the middle of her thighs, but she wouldn’t know for sure until she was wearing it. It had a cottony feel to it and she could tell, by the thickness of the material, that it had been made for cold weather wear.

She had looked at such nighties online before … Delphine.

Hunter lifted her arms and brought the nightshirt up and off her body. Then he eased her down on her back and took hold of the toe part of both of the thigh high socks on her legs. Lifting straight up, he had some playful fun with her as he pretended to have difficulty in getting the socks off. Veronica laughed behind her pacifier.

That seemed to be what she constantly was doing this weekend. Either laughing behind her pacifier or smiling behind it. Laughter or happiness … or both, were the two main states of her mind – save for her occasional worries about a still unreceived email.

But that was neither her nor there. The present included a bath. Hallejulah! Normally, Veronica bathed herself twice a day – a shower in the morning and a bath at night. But in the winter, when it was cold, she bathed in the evening and gave herself a bird bath wipe down in the morning to freshen up. And since she was too tired to take a bath last night, this was going to feel really good now.

Feeling playful, Veronica crawled from the nursery into the adjoining bathroom – Hunter returning to the closet that cotton nightie that had been hanging in the bathtub drying. This was the one that got the red stain on it and he washed it in the kitchen sink.

Crawling all the way over to the tub, her eyes grew big-n-wide as she saw the sizeable mound of bubbles waiting for her. Excited for the bath, she stood up and stepped into the bubble mound. The water, warmed but not scorching, reached up to just below her knees.

“Princess,” Hunter said with a calm but directed tone – Veronica looking back at him … wondering if something was wrong. “I need to ask you something before I can give you a bath.”

Veronica tilted her head to the side and nursed on her pacifier.

What did Daddy need to ask her before she got a bath?

“I took your cleaned nightie out and hung it in the closet, right?” he asked, getting out a hair dryer and setting it on the sink – Veronica nodding yes. “And I picked out your nightie for tonight, right?”

Again, Veronica nodded her head yes.

“And I put the nightshirt and long socks you were wearing in the laundry hamper, right?” he asked, Veronica nodding yes. “And there is a towel sitting on the big people potty to dry you off with when you’re done in the tub, right?”

Veronica nodded yes, a smile forming behind her pacifier – believing he was, once again, being silly and trying to get her to laugh. But the questions kept coming and she didn’t know why.

“And the bath is drawn and it has bubbles in it, right?” he asked, Veronica nodding yes – very confused at this point. “And now it is time for your bath, right?”

She nodded her head yes, Hunter walking over to the tub and then taking a seat on the side edge of the tub.

“So let me ask you one more question,” he said. “Do you think I should take your diaper off before you sit down in the water?”

She looked at him for a split second. Then she looked down at her waist. Covering her face with her hands, she laughed at herself. She was indeed still wearing her diaper and was indeed going to sit down in the water with it still on.

Laughing as well, Hunter carefully untaped it from her waist so she didn’t have to get out of the tub. Taking hold of both of her hands, he helped her carefully sit down into the bubble mound and then into the bathwater. When her bottom made contact with the tub, her eyes grew big-n-wide as she had just sat down through some ticklish bubbles and into some warm wetness.

Taking her hair out of the ponytail, he eased her back into a lay, her neck coming to rest on the back edge of the bathtub.

“Now relax yourself, sweetheart,” he said calmly, rolling up his sleeves as Veronica closed her eyes and settled into her lay. “And I’ll do my absolute best to make this feel as wonderful as I can.”

Submerging a washcloth into the bath water and beginning with her feet – he went right to her soles and then worked the washcloth around every one of her toes. She took in a nose breath and then breathed out slowly, letting out a gentle whimper of satisfaction.

She could tell he was going to do just fine. He had the strongest hands she had ever felt. With such strength and with that kind of power, she wondered why he had taken up the career of being a chef – as opposed to something like … being a construction worker.

And even though he had strength in his hands, he was always gentle when touching her … gentle when holding her, cradling her, carrying her around, when he fed her, when he changed her diaper. And now, she could add ‘when he bathed her’ to that list.

Moving up to her legs, he was able to wrap the washcloth completely around her calves – heading northward.

Oh, my. This guy was good. He wasn’t perfect. He wasn’t doing it completely how she wanted it done, but he was still doing more than she believed any guy was capable of figuring out on his own.

He went to her thighs and then worked up to her waist.

That was when she opened her eyes.

Reaching underneath her with his right arm, he placed his right hand on her tailbone and lifted her just slightly so he could take the washcloth to her hiney. Then he got another washcloth, using this one to travel up between her legs and across her front. She nursed steadily on her pacifier, breathing as evenly as she could.

The weekend of innocence was getting harder to keep up. She knew it wouldn’t last. It couldn’t last. She didn’t want it to. And his hands were as gentle as always as he passed over a sensitive part of her body. He would always be gentle, until it was time to not be.

Her mind tingled from the unintentional stimulus. She could feel the developing arousal, still safely kept in her core – but building, nonetheless, leading to what would be a wonderful release some time soon. Maybe Monday or maybe tomorrow or right after she got out of the tub. She didn’t know when. But she knew it would happen.

Though her nostril breaths were a little more erratic, Hunter did not engage her reaction, helping her drift back into innocence and dance once again, on the edge of regression. But the fact that he didn’t engage it only propelled her upward.

As he sat her up to wash her back and neck, she swooned over his self-control. This grabbed her attention in a much more powerful way than before. It made her want to equal him in such self-control.

But how could she do that? The touch of his hands felt too good.

Easing her back into a lay, he took a washcloth up the front of her torso and then he did something crazy. He dipped his face in the remainder of the bubble mound, covering himself from forehead to chin. When he did this, she spit her pacifier out in laughter. And when she did, he took the washcloth to her face. She tried to remain composed as he washed behind her ears and around the front of her neck. But it was really difficult, given what his face looked like.

Her pacifier had landed in the bubble mound, disappearing. And the moment he was done washing her face, he lifted her straight out of the bathwater – to avoid her having contact with pee water … should her laughter have opened the flood gates.

He grabbed the bath towel and swaddled her in it, Veronica taking the edge of the bath towel and using it to wipe the bubbles off his face. Drying her face, he then reached into his shirt pocket and took out another pacifier, placing it between her lips – Veronica resting the side of her head on his shoulder.

He was good at thinking ahead! And was also fair about things, recognizing he was the reason her pacifier flew out of her mouth.

He held her there for a few minutes, allowing the warmth from her body to begin the drying. And what an adorable reflection they made in the bathroom mirror: wet and naked BabyGirl wrapped up in a towel and the Daddy who had made her that way.

Reaching over and getting the blow dryer, he took it to her hair. Though she hadn’t had her hair washed, something she only did every other night to prevent drying out her follicles too much, he intended to blow dry the dampened ends of her hair. Then he used a hairbrush to give her a glorious scalp massage and smooth out the lengths of her locks.

Carrying her back into her nursery, he placed her on the changing table – unwrapping her from inside the towel and drying her completely right there. Veronica nursed on her pacifier, still reliving the fresh memories of the first of many hand bathings to come.

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Last Snow