Page 266 of Her Daddies' Everything

She loved them the way they were.

“Well, either you go potty right now, or I’m putting a diaper on you.”

Immy heaved out a sigh at him and stomped over to where he stood by the bathroom door.

They’d been here six weeks now, and they needed to get back to Nashville. He knew that was part of the reason she was in a grump right now. This morning, they’d decided they’d only stay three more nights. Jenner had spoken to Sampson this morning and there hadn’t been any sign of the man in black.

No sign of Isaiah, either. Which was concerning everyone.

It was also fucking odd.

Where was he and why wasn’t he checking in with his friends? Immy was worried sick about him. If Tobias came across him, he’d give him a black eye for worrying his girl.

But, yeah, his girl was worried about going back home. Maybe because of the man in black. But, also, maybe because she didn’t want to leave the cabin.

Something he could relate to.

However, that didn’t mean she got to be naughty and stomp around when she didn’t get her way. So as she neared him, he put an arm over her waist to stop her going past.

“Hey, what are you—ow! Ouch! Papa!”

He landed several smacks on that plump ass of hers, holding her tight so she couldn’t flinch away and hurt herself.

Although he’d noticed how well she was moving now and didn’t think that she needed the kid gloves anymore.

Something he probably needed to tell Jenner about.

He’d been stretching her ass out, getting her ready to take him there. She was close to reaching the biggest plug and he could not wait until he got to take her ass.

She’d taken to the training surprisingly well. Probably because every time he’d stretched it since that first time, she’d gotten to come with either his or Jenner’s mouth on her pussy.

Then one of them would fuck her pussy while the plug was nestled in deep. And yeah, their girl liked that.

She was gonna love it when they took her together.

“That was mean, Papa.” She sniffled as she stared up at him. “And I really have to go potty! I coulda peed my pants!” She shuffled into the bathroom and he followed to help her undo the back of the onesie she was wearing.

“Then you shouldn’t have left it so long to pee,” he scolded as he wet a cloth to wipe her hands so she didn’t get slime everywhere.

“I was busy creating a special slime!” she told him as he helped clean her up and rearrange the onesie.

“What is this special slime for?” he asked suspiciously.

“Nothing,” she muttered as she headed back into the playroom.

“Uh-uh,” he said, picking her up before she could reach her slime station. “It’s naptime not slime time.”

“Papa! It’s always slime time.”

“What’s the special slime for?” he asked as he sat on the rocking chair with her on his lap.

“I don’t wanna say.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What’s it for, Immy? You’ve got to the count of three.”

“Or what?”

“On three, I turn you over my lap and give you a proper butt warming.”

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