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He came back with a skin tone band-aid and a wipe, and some kind of foam stuff in a bottle. Holding his hand out for my finger, I laid it in his hand as he gently got to work. The foam stung a bit but nothing I couldn't handle and when he was finished wrapping my finger, he placed a kiss on it and said "Hmm, I'll have to get you some pretty band aids as well, this brown just won't do for such delicate fingers." he breathed against my hand that was still near his lips as he inspected my finger.

Before I could stop myself "You don't have to do that," flew out of my mouth, and when I saw the hurt look on his face, I tried to explain better. "I mean, you don't have to buy me special band aids, I don't want to be a burden or make you go out of your way anymore since you've already don..." he cut me off with a finger to my lips.

"Baby girl...let's have a chat." he said and pulled me back to the row we we're sitting in. His lap of course.

"Okay...what should we chat about...?" I asked hesitantly. Looking down at my tiny shoes next to his big shoes and wondering what was going to come out of his mouth I waited with bated breath.

"Do you like being taken care of?" came his low gentle voice, and even without trying the honeyed baritone touched my stomach and made it do little flips.

Considering my words very carefully and drawing in a deep breath so that hopefully my voice wouldn't be as shaky as I felt like it would be and finally said. "It feels nice, but it feels...foreign. I don't want you going out of your way when I can just do things myself...you and your family have already been more than generous."

"Isabella," he breathed out, "I understand that you can do things yourself, but do you like it when I do them for you...? Do you like it when I pack your bag with goodies? Or how about when I hold you? Do you like those things?" he pressed with unending patience.

Fearful of my voice that I knew would break if I spoke words, I simply looked down and shook my head yes. I wanted to simply say "yes" but the feelings washing over me that told me I was a burden for wanting that, and wanting to be taken care of, kept my jaw taut. I had come this far with the bare minimum parental guidance, why did I suddenly want this with every fiber of my being? What if he decided he didn't want me anymore, then where would I be?

Pulling me out of my head he said, "Princess?" in the gentlest voice. My eyes immediately snapped to him from where they had been firmly fixated on my hands that we're sitting gently in his and immediately became overwhelmed with the emotion they held. Looking back down to my hands that had begun trembling like my lip, I tried to suppress the urge to cry. Why was I even crying? Pulling my hands from his, I looked up and took a deep breath.

"What happens when you decide you don't want to take care of me anymore? Will I still get to continue school? Do I have to live with you? Will I get spankings?" my cheeks heated at my last question, because I honestly hadn't meant for it to come out that way, one question just fell out one after the other and before I knew it I had spewed word vomit.

"Not an option. You'd be mine, until of course you decided you didn't want me, and of course, I would oblige. Never mistake your free will Isabella, this is not a trap, a requirement of the scholarship or even necessary to continue receiving your allowance. Any relationship between you and I would be between two willing, consenting, adults, and anything I choose to give you would only be in addition to anything you already have. I expect nothing in return, except well the joy of taking care of you Princess...and as for spankings, yes Isabella I am a spanking man, but not always for punishment, they can feel very good too..." he breathed into my ear and suddenly, I couldn't remember why I was thinking about saying no in the first place, but before I knew it, me and my wet panties we're in the seat next to him and he was turned to face me. "But I'll give you time to think, give me an answer whenever you feel ready, I'm content to wait, as my experiences with rushing generally wind up with me not getting my desired outcome." he smiled and flashed all of his beautiful teeth, taking my breath away, but also somehow making me feel like prey.

"Okay...I'll think about it and let you know.", I said as simply as I possibly could hoping my breathy tone didn't give me away. Sooner than later, by the feel of my underwear, but also by the flips of my stomach and just the pure curiosity burning within me. How would it feel to be taken care of by someone other than myself? How would it feel to actually be wanted in the place where I lived...? To potentially have friends...maybe even family?

I turned and looked up at him, deciding that for once I would be the one that shocked him, and climbed onto his lap (you know, as a test drive) with my blanket wordlessly. I saw a glimmer of something in his eyes before I laid my head down, but it wasn't disappointment so I laid my head against his chest and drifted off to sleep after her started rubbing slow circles on my back and humming a tune that I wasn't familiar with.

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