Taken Care Of By My Father Figure

I work for a man who is over protective and parental. Things went bad when I asked him to sponsor me for a 50 mile bike ride fundraiser. He is generous, to a fault with me, he sponsored me for 10 a mile.

When I finished I was so sore I couldn't stand. I called him and asked him to come get me, I didn't want to ride back on the bus. He drove out and kept his thoughts to himself, until he got me home. I told him I was hurting down below. So, what do fathers do when their little girl is hurting? He kisses your booboo, he puts salve on your scr**e, he cuddles you and rocks you to sleep. That night he examined my pubic region and put a cold compress on me, holding it down with his hand.

There I was on my bed, with my legs far apart, with him sitting beside me holding a compress between my legs. When he leaned down and kissed me, when he told me I was foolish, when he asked me if it was worth bruising my tutu, I quit pretending and told him I loved him. And asked him to kiss me my booboo.

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