Page 28 of Princess Josie

Chapter Ten

Chase

I’ve come to realize when we are alone, Josie’s sensitivities are hardly noticeable. I’m sure part of the reason is that I have diligently ensured her environment doesn’t cause her anxiety, and that extends to my home. Every detail I picked up from her in the past week I memorized and transferred to my house.

I won’t dress her in clothes that make her fidget. I know where she orders her things from and I had dozens more items from that company delivered to my house.

I don’t have anything red, not even strawberry jelly or catsup. I know she doesn’t mind if other people eat red things, but why would I want to subject her to something that makes her leg bounce under the table?

She has been mesmerized ever since I settled her on the booster seat I bought for the kitchen table and strapped her in. I even remembered to purchase padding for the straps so the rough edges wouldn’t touch her skin.

The best part of all is the look on her face when I set the green catsup on the table.

She giggles as she picks it up. “What is this?”

“Green catsup, Baby girl.” I set a plate of chicken nuggets and fries down between us. “Have you ever had it? I heard it tastes the same. Maybe you don’t even like catsup.”

“I’ve never had the green kind, but I love catsup. I usually just squeeze my eyes closed while I eat it.”

I chuckle. “Well, now you won’t have to.” I squeeze some catsup into one of the compartments on her pink plate, pick up a nugget, blow on it, and dip it in the catsup. When I hold it up to her mouth, she opens, leans forward, and takes a bite.

Her eyes widen as she chews. “That’s so good, Daddy.”

Relief floods me. It happens every time I find something else that pleases her. I swear I could go my entire life pleasing this woman and her Little. I wouldn’t care if we never left the house as long as she smiles at me like she is right now.

I grab a french fry next. I bought the crinkle-cut frozen kind and checked them constantly so I could take them out of the oven while they were still soft so they wouldn’t be too crunchy. I dip one in the green catsup and hold it up next.

She snatches it out of my hand with her mouth like a shark. “You cooked the fries just exactly perfect, Daddy.”

I hand her a sippy cup of juice next. “Take a drink, Baby girl.” When I finally take my seat, instead of pulling it up to the table, I turn slightly toward her and drag her seat so she’s facing me instead of the table.

I hold up a bib. “Lean forward, princess. Let’s get a bib on you so we can protect your pretty dress from green sauce.”

She grins as I pull the soft towel bib over her head. I dish some applesauce into a compartment on her plate next before picking up a plastic and rubber spoon. I scoop some onto the spoon and hold it to her lips.

She leans forward again, letting me feed her. “Mmm. I love applesauce.”

“Good. I figured we needed something a bit healthier than just frozen chicken nuggets and fries.” I pop one of the nuggets into my mouth. They aren’t bad. I can eat them with her occasionally, but I intend to introduce her to more and more foods over time.

After sliding her plate closer to me, I add green beans to the third compartment. She told me she likes green beans, so I’m not worried. We spent one evening earlier in the week discussing her food sensitivities. I know her biggest issues are red things and crunchy items.

I stab her plastic fork into a green bean and feed her that next. I hadn’t intended to feed her myself, but I find myself enjoying it, and she clearly enjoys it too, so that’s what we’re going to do.

My sweet Little girl lets me feed her the entire meal, and my heart is soaring by the time I have the kitchen cleaned up.

“Can I play with my new toys now?” she asks me as I unfasten her and lift her to the floor.

“Not tonight, Baby girl. We got a late start. Tonight you need bath time and bedtime. Tomorrow you can play all day.”

She sticks out her bottom lip in a pout. She’s done it a few times. “But…”

I tip her chin back and meet her gaze. “Do you want to pull the lip back in, Little one, or do you need Daddy to discipline you to remind you who’s in charge?”

The full body shiver that manifests in front of my eyes makes my cock jump to attention. But when she squeezes her legs together, my cock jerks inside my jeans.

My precious Little girl pushes her bottom lip out farther and leans closer so I can’t miss it.

I lift both brows. “I think someone is curious about punishments.”