Daddy's Little Princess (Daddy 2)

Five minutes later, she said, “See, that wasn’t so bad.”

Brylee agreed.

“Spread your legs, hun. I promise it will be done quickly. You already have your hair trimmed.”

Brylee felt something warm being smoothed over her pubic area. Then she heard a rip, and a streak of pain made her scream out. “Oh, my God.”

“The first one’s always the worst,” the technician said.

Brylee balled her hands into fists as the next strip of hair was ripped from her skin.

The technician handed Brylee some tissues. “I’m sorry, hun. I promise the first time is the worst. It’s just about over.”

Brylee turned bright red when the lady separated her labia to get the hair on the inside curve of her lips, and then it got worse

when she made Brylee hold her legs up so she could get around her anus.

By the time the girl was done, there wasn’t a hair left.

“Let’s get your legs done. After what you just went through, this is a piece of cake.”

Brylee relaxed a bit when she realized her legs didn’t hurt very much at all. It even relaxed her when the lady smoothed something into her skin everywhere that would help with any itching or rash.

“You’re all done, hun.”

Brylee sat up and let the lady help her into the robe. She was then led to another part of the spa.

Chapter Fifteen

“Take good care of her, Candy.”

The hairstylist looked sympathetic. “Your first time?”

Brylee nodded.

“You got the worst one done, sweetheart.”

“That’s what she told me,” Brylee told her.

The stylist slipped her arm through Brylee’s. “You’re done with the pain. We’re just going to wash, condition your hair, and maybe trim it and style it if you want.”

“I’d like that. I haven’t had it cut in years.”

“Well, this is a treat for me. I love getting my hands on hair like yours. You’ll love it when I get done.”

“You won’t cut it too short?”

The stylist gasped dramatically. “Absolutely not, do I look crazy to you?”

Brylee chuckled. “I don’t think so.”

The woman patted her arm. “Well, aren’t you a sweet one.”

While Brylee was in the chair getting a hair cut, Larkin came in with another woman.

She walked directly to Brylee and put a hand on her arm. “I hope you’re not mad at me,” Larkin told Brylee. “I thought about telling you, but then I knew you’d worry.”

“Of course, I forgive you, and you’re right. I would have,” Brylee confessed.