Saffron Gets Hit By a Car Pt. 01

It all started when I was hit by a car as I walked home one night.

Before I tell you about that, and how it changed my life, I'd better tell you a bit about myself. My name is Saffron Peterson. I'm 1.34m tall, skinny, natural strawberry blonde shoulder length hair, A cup conical breasts and smallish hips. My mother walked out on my father and I when I was 5 and daddy has been looking after me ever since. I have no siblings.

Daddy and I have always got on well and he's been my best friend as well as my father. We've always talked about everything, including my female issues.

It happened shortly after my 18th birthday, I was walking home after spending the evening at a girl friends house when a car mounted the footpath and skittled me. The next thing that I knew I was waking up in hospital with both my legs and both my arms in plaster and my head, wrapped in bandages.

I shouted for help and within seconds daddy was looking down at me and telling me that I was going to be okay. That really helped me.

Then a doctor looked down at me and said,

"Oh you're back, how do you feel?"

"What happened to me?"

Daddy answered telling me that I'd been in a car accident.

"But I wasn't in a car, I was walking back from Trisha's house."

"Yes you were, and a drunk driver lost control of his electric car, mounted the pavement and hit you."

"Okay young lady, Alex," the doctor said, "don't think about that right now, I need to check you over to see if we've missed anything, would you mind waiting outside sir."

"No." I said, "I want daddy to stay."

"Okay, if that's what you want, but I'm going to have to take the blanket off you."

"Please stay daddy."

The doctor started at my head, checking my vision, hearing and movement of my neck. That hurt a little but the doctor told me that that was to be expected and that it would be okay in a few days.

I looked down at my body again and took in what I'd initially seen when I first opened my eyes. My arms were on top of a blanket, both in plaster from my hand to well above my elbow.. Looking further down I could see my toes but each leg was in plaster from foot to the top of my thighs.

It was when the doctor pulled the blanket down to my waist that I realised that I was naked under the blanket. My face went red as my little breasts came into view.

Daddy hadn't seen me naked since he used to bath me when I was a little girl, and here I was topless in front of him more than 10 years later.

When the doctor folded the blanket down I felt air blow passed my bald pussy and guessed that the doctor would expose my pussy to daddy as well.

My blush turned a deeper shade of red.

Daddy and I had talked may times about my body as I grew up. My growing pains and puberty pains were never off-limits and we even discussed my period pains and going on the pill to ease them; but we'd never seen each other naked. It wasn't really taboo, it just never happened, until that moment.

The doctor pressed on all parts of me asking if it hurt as daddy, who was on the other side of the bed, gently put his hand on my bare shoulder and whispered that it was okay, that I was going to be 'right as rain' in no time.

As the doctor's hand moved across my torso they brushed against my nipples and I felt them go hard. It wasn't really surprising that he brushed my nipples, my little tits are very perky and conical, Trisha, my best friend, sometimes calls them my traffic cones.

Then the doctor folded the blanket onto my plastered legs leaving me naked from my neck to the tops of my thighs, what's more, the plaster casts were keeping my legs from closing, daddy could see all of my bald pussy which was starting to get wet.

If it was possible to go a darker shade of red I was doing so as the doctor pressed on different parts of my abdomen.

Then he pressed on both my labia and I couldn't stop myself from letting out a moan., in-spite of my situation I was feeling aroused.

The doctor unfolded the blanket so that I was covered then told me that I was lucky in that it was my arms and legs that took most of the impact and the landing and that the rest of me was okay, apart from a deep cut on my head. He told me to tell the nurses if anywhere else started hurting.

I didn't feel lucky but I did get a little comfort from daddy's hand on my shoulder.

The doctor left and I started crying.

Daddy stroked my cheeks and dabbed my eyes with a tissue as he kept telling me that everything was going to be okay, that the damage wasn't permanent and that I'd be as good as new soon.

I knew that that wasn't true, I'd probably have those casts on for months. At that time I wasn't even thinking about the practicality of things.

A nurse came in and told daddy that he should leave and let me get some rest. She was right and we both knew it. Daddy leant forwards and kissed me on my nose, something that he hadn't done since I was little, but there again, the top of my head was wrapped in bandages and I hurt all over.

The nurse gave me a drink out of one of those baby's cups with a lid and mouth-piece, then told me to get some rest. I was asleep within a minute.

******

I woke as dawn was breaking, only to be told that I'd slept for nearly 24 hours. I guessed that it was true that sleep does heal, but in my case it was only my general aches and pains. I looked down at my arms and legs and saw that I hadn't been dreaming.

I started to assess my situation, how was I going to do this, how was I going to do that? What about this, what about that? Of course I didn't have any answers and I was quite depressed when a nurse came over to me. I started bombarding the poor woman with question, none of which she answered, only telling me that a doctor would be round to see me later and asking me if I wanted something to eat.

I started thinking about my stomach, and yes, I was hungry.

Okay, I'd been embarrassed when daddy saw me naked but the humiliation of having someone spoon feed me like a baby was something else. I didn't think that I could cope with that for long. Then I thought about going to the toilet. Oh my gawd, how the hell was I going to do that?"

With food inside my stomach, my body stated to tell me that I needed to get rid of some waste. I spent a good half hour putting it off and worrying about the embarrassment because there was no way that I was going to the toilet, and even if I got there my hands were useless.

I tried to joke about it to myself thinking that at least I wouldn't have to wash my hands.

I couldn't put it off any longer and when a nurse walked by I told her that I needed the toilet. Without blinking an eye she told me to hang on for a second while she got another nurse. A minute later she was back with another nurse, a male nurse.

I thought that they would get me to a toilet somehow, but the male nurse was carrying a bedpan.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"You said that you wanted to go to the toilet."

"Yes but?"

"Well Saffron, you're in no fit state to go there so the toilet has to come to you."

With that the blanket was pulled off me and the 2 nurses lifted my hips and slid the bedpan under me. Now that was humiliating. My face was bright red and there was no way that I could even pee, never mind poo with them there watching me.

"I, I, I ..."

"You've never used a bedpan before have you Saffron?" The male nurse asked as he looked down on my bald pussy.

"No." I replied.

"Okay honey, we'll leave you for a while, just try to relax and let it happen. Give us a shout when you are done."

With that the 2 of them turned and walked away leaving me naked, well apart from the casts and bandages, and sat on a bloody bedpan. How the hell was I supposed to relax.

Well, bodily functions finally took over and I did both a number 1 and a number 2, and quickly wished that someone would invent a new type of bedpan that contained the smell. I called to the next nurse that came by and a couple of minutes later, 2 male nurses were lifting me up and removing the bedpan.

To add to my humiliation, one of them got some wipes and did his best to wipe my pussy and butt.

My face was just about getting back to its normal colour when daddy walked in. After the expected greetings and questions about my health I told daddy about needing the toilet.

"Sorry Saffron, but you're going to have to get used to that, the doc tells me that you will be in that bed for at least a week and then you won't get those leg casts off for al least 3 months."

The reality of my position really hit me then and I started crying.

"Oh daddy, I can't possibly cope with that, if I'm going to be here for a week where am I going to go until I can walk again, and who's going to look after me?"

Daddy put his hand on my bare shoulder and replied,

"It's okay Saffron, we'll manage, we've had problems in the past and we've always got through them so we will this time."

"But daddy, I can't even go to the toilet never mind put any clothes on."

"It's okay Saffron, we'll manage. I've ordered a bedpan from eBay and I'll move your bed down into the dining room. I'll put the television in there and you'll be able to look out on the back garden."

"But you'll see me naked."

"I used to see you naked every day, remember."

"But I was a little girl and I'm a woman now. You'll see me naked."

"I saw you naked when the doctor examined you and the world didn't end."

"But ..."

"But nothing, we'll manage. By the way, Trisha wants to know when she can come and see you."

"I don't want her to see me like this."

"Saffron, most people get sick at times and quite a few end up in hospital, it's nothing to be ashamed of."

Just then my doctor turned up and explained the details of my injuries. It wasn't good news, the fractures in all my limbs were bad and he told me that they would take at least 3 months to heal to an extent that I could have physio to get me walking again.

"Do the casts have to go so high up my thighs, there isn't room for my legs to close?"

"Sorry Saffron but they need to be as there are for them to heal properly. In the old days with injuries like yours the casts used to go higher to include the hips but with the titanium plates that we've screwed to your bones that isn't necessary."

"You've screwed metal plates to my bones? Will they be there forever?"

"Oh sorry, I thought that you had been told. Once you can put your weight on your legs we'll operate and take the plates out, and before you ask, we will do our best to make sure that you have no scars. You're lucky actually, you naturally have a gap between the tops of your thighs so that will make tending to your bodily functions easier, but you do need to keep your legs spread a but so that your bones heal in the right place."

"Thank you, so I'm going to be stuck in this bed for 3 months?"

"Heavens no, in about a week or 10 days we will discharge you and your mother can look after you at home."

"I haven't got a mother."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that, I'm sure that you'll be able to find someone to look after you."

"That would be me." Daddy said.

"Good, the NHS can lend you a special wheelchair with leg supports so that your father can get you out in the fresh air, it will help your recovery. Now, is there anything else that you'd like to know?"

"My arms, how long will they have to be in the casts?"

"About the same time, they were both bad breaks as well but fortunately we didn't need to put a plate in either of them so no follow-up procedures."

"At least that's something." I replied.

"Well if there's nothing else I'll be on my way, I'll check on you every day."

The doctor left and daddy put his arm round my neck and I cried into his shoulder.

"Daddy, I can't do this." I mumbled through the tears.

"You can Saffron. WE can do it, and I'll be there with you all the way."

I continued to cry for another couple of minutes then said,

"Daddy, I love you but do you know what will be involved? I mean I can't wash myself or eat or even go to the toilet on my own."

"That's okay Saffy, I can do it all for you."

"What about your job, we need the money."

"I've already spoken to my boss and explained everything to him. He's said that I can work from home until you're better. I'll still have to go in once a week for a few hours but the rest of the time I'll be at home with you giving you bed-baths, wiping your butt and shaving your pussy."

"DADDY! I hope that you'll be doing those things with your eyes closed, and how do you know that I shave my pussy."

"I was here the other day when the doctor gave you the once over, remember? And of course I will do it all with my eyes shut Saffy,"

"You'd better not, I don't want you having an accident with a razor daddy."

"Saffy love, now is not the time to get all modest. We'll soon get over the initial embarrassment and by the time you're walking again you won't want to put any clothes on."

"No way daddy, no way."

Daddy had made me feel better but I still wasn't looking forward to him doing all those things for me.

"Daddy, can you let Trisha know when she can come and visit me please?" I asked, trying to take my mind off daddy doing all those things for me.

"Sure Saffron, I'll even drive her here for you, the buses are bit of a hassle."

"Thank you daddy, I love you."

"And I love you too. Now, I'd better go before they throw me out."

Daddy kissed my nose again and I managed a little laugh as he left.

******

The next day after being spoon fed my breakfast and having to suffer the humiliation of another bedpan, the nurses came to give me a bed-bath. It wasn't too bad apart from when the female nurse washed my pussy and butt.

She was a bit rough but when she'd finished I realised that I was a bit aroused. I was horrified that something like a bed-bath had made me wet but as I'd discovered before, there's often a conflict between what my brain tells me I should or shouldn't do and what my body wants me to do. I just hoped that I wouldn't get aroused when daddy did those things to me, I wanted it to be very professional, for us both to act like he was a medical professional carrying out a medical procedure. I figured that that was the only way that I could get through it.

That evening Trisha walked onto the ward. As she walked up to me she pulled the blanket that was covering me down a few centimetres. I thought nothing of it as we greeted each other and I told her everything that had happened to me.

As the excitement died down I asked her why she'd pulled the blanket down.

"Because I could see your bald pussy and I thought that you'd want it covered. So, you're going to be naked for 3 months and your father is going to take care of you Saffy?"

"Yeah." I dejectedly replied.

"So you'll get him to jill you off as well?"

"Trisha! No, I'll just have to go without until I can do it myself."

"It's 3 months Saffy, get your father to do it, it must be years since he's touched a pussy."

"Trisha, he's my father."

"And a cute looking man."

"Do you fancy my father Trisha?"

"No, but he is cute."

"Trisha, you've got a boyfriend."

"So, there's nothing wrong with looking, and your dad is going to be doing a lot of looking at you my naked little friend. Maybe I should start calling you Nudy instead of Saffy."

"Don't you dare."

"Hey, some more of our friends want to come and see you, when can I tell them to come?"

"Never, I don't want them to see me like Trisha."

"Why not, it's not your fault that that idiot skittled you."

"But I haven't got any clothes on."

"I can make sure that you're totally naked, sorry covered when they come."

"Trisha, you're my friend you're supposed to help me not embarrass me. Maybe later when I'm back at home and I can get dad to wrap me in a blanket not just have one thrown over me and feeling like it's about to fall off me all the time."

"Okay, I'll put them off for now."

"Trisha, stop pulling the blanket off me, I don't want to be naked here."

"But you won't mind when you are back at home."

"I didn't say that, daddy will keep me covered."

"Will he, are you sure? He's a cute, healthy man and cute, healthy men like looking at naked girls."

"Stop it Trisha, daddy and I will be very professional about my care."

"Yeah, right, I bet that you'll spend half your life without any covering."

"No I won't, daddy will look after me."

"Maybe you'll want to be naked all the time and tell him not to cover you."

"No I won't."

"Maybe this period of enforced no clothes and no jilling will turn you into an exhibitionist slut."

"No it won't."

"Seriously thought Saffy, I'm here for you whatever you turn into."

"Thanks Trisha."

"Now, when were you last tickled?"

"NO." I shouted but it was too late, Trisha's hands went under the blanket and started tickling me.

"No, stop, please Trisha stop, you're making me move and that hurts."

Trisha did stop but by then the blanket had slid mainly off me. She grabbed my right tit, gave it a wobble then tweaked my nipple.

"Stop, you're making me horny."

"Do you want me to bring you off, there's no one looking."

Her hand slid down my body, flicked my clit then cupped my pussy.

"You're wet Saffy, you've been enjoying all this banter about your dad taking care of your needs. If you don't get him to take care of you you will go crazy."

"Get off me Trisha, and pull the blanket over me, someone will see me." I said as I realised that I was blushing.

"I think that you want to be seen Saffy. Hey, how many times has your father seen your traffic cones since they started growing?"

"Stop it Trisha."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop, but you have to admit it's started you thinking, and taken your mind off your injuries."

Trisha was right on both counts but I wasn't going to admit the first part.

"Yes, thank you Trisha but I'm not even going to think about what you said about my dad."

"Bet that you do."

I said nothing but she was right, my brain already had images of my father eating my pussy. I just had to stop that.

Trisha started talking about college and asked me if I wanted her to talk to the Dean about me.

"Thanks, but I think that dad has already phoned them."

"Maybe you could get him to turn the pages of your books for you while you study and he plays with your nipples."

An image of dad caressing my tits came into my head and my jaw dropped.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop, sorry, I've said that once, I will stop now."

She did stop teasing me and we had a sensible conversation until she had to leave. She stood up, squeezed one of my fingers then I saw a devilish grin on her face. I'd seen that before an I just knew that she was going to so something she shouldn't. She pulled the blanket off one breast, tweaked the nipple and said,

"Seeya Saffy."

"Trisha, please." but she was as good as gone.

I was left laying there with one tit exposed and possibly my pussy, it was a bit draughty down there.

I couldn't stop thinking about what Trisha had said. It was wrong and I knew it but that didn't stop me getting images in my head of daddy doing all sorts of things to me as I lay there totally naked and unable to move, and in the mini daydreams I was encouraging him not telling him to stop.

About 10 minutes later daddy walked in and my face went bright red.

"It's okay Saffy, these accidents happen."

He said as he re-arranged the blanket to properly cover me, but not until he'd had a quick look at my tit and pussy, my wet, slightly spread pussy.

"So how was Trisha, she refused my lift here. She's an independent girl, Sorry, I didn't mean to imply that you're not, well not after you get back on your feet."

We talked about all sorts of things, some of them his preparations for me going home. He told me that he'd taken the dining table up to my room and moved my bed down to the dining room. He told me that he'd set it up so that I could look out the back.