He just wants a massage

Nervously, you go to him. What does he want? You can feel butterflies in your stomach. He doesn't want you to... ? Would you want him to want you to... ?

He breaks your train of thought "My neck is killing me. If you could just give me a massage, that would be great."

You let out a sigh of relief, though deep down inside you, there's some part of you that feels... disappointed. As you get behind him, start working on his muscles, you marvel at his hard, muscular feel. You feel good, touching him like this. It's not sexual, but again, your sleeve reacts as if the entire ordeal has an erotic twist to it.

"Is this good, Daddy?" you ask him. "I'm sorry if it's not hard enough."

"It's good, Zoe. Really good. Just continue what you're doing." Your soft fingers keep squeezing the muscles in his neck and shoulders. "So, how has your day been? Have you done all your chores?"

"Yes, Daddy," you reply. Then, you add, "I hope I've done them well enough." You're not sure what you meant by that.

"We'll go through them after dinner, and see."

After dinner, you nervously fidget as he gets up. "You can clean this up afterwards. Now, let's go through your chores and see how you've done."