Page 241 of Her Daddies' Everything

“Better with you in my arms,” he told her truthfully. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you.”

She tightened her hold on him. “I know, Daddy. Nothing bad will happen to you either.”

He kissed the top of her head.

“What happened to me wasn’t your fault, Daddy,” she told him

“I brought Lauren into your life. And if Tobias and I hadn’t been fighting, you wouldn’t have run off to that bar, she wouldn’t have found you. Fucking run you over and kidnapped you.”

“That’s a naughty word, Daddy. And you didn’t know what she was like. Or that she’d come after me.” She waggled a finger at him. “Stop beating yourself up, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Nice try.” He kissed her lightly. “But we both know that I’m not the one who is being punished. Time for you to do your lines.”

“Daddy, I was already punished.”

He scoffed. “That five minutes spent in the corner isn’t really punishment.”

“Yes, it is!”

“Well, it’s not enough.” He stood with her in his arms and took her over to the small table, sitting her on a cushion on the floor. Then he found a piece of paper and a pen.

“Twenty-five lines saying that you will obey your Daddy. Understand?”

Immy sighed. “Yes, Daddy. I understand.”

Lines sucked.

They sucked even more than corner time. Immy didn’t even know why she hadn’t done what she was told.

Immy was usually a people pleaser. She liked being a good girl. But she guessed sometimes she also liked to push a bit.

Just to make sure that her Daddy and Papa were watching. And would take care of her.

Also . . . there might be a part of her that was curious about what a proper spanking was going to feel like.

But they hadn’t progressed to a spanking yet. Because she was still a bit bruised.

She felt a lot better, though. And the nightmares seemed to be fading. Or she hoped they were.

Immy finished the lines and held the piece of paper up with a cheer. “All finished, Daddy!”

“Bring it here then, baby girl.”

Immy had to admit that she loved being here with Daddy and Papa. And this playroom was the stuff of her dreams. In the playroom she could really let go and become Little Immy. She could play and have fun and not worry as much.

The rest of the time, it was harder to do that.

She walked over to where he still sat on the rocking chair and handed him the piece of paper. She fidgeted as he read through it.

It felt weird wearing training pants, but not uncomfortable or anything.

“Do you need to go potty, baby girl?” he asked without looking up at her.

“No!” she said as he set the paper down.

“Good job on the lines, baby girl. But tell Daddy the truth,” he warned.

“I don’t need to go, Daddy. Can I go practice my spells?”

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