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“ T ime for your nap, baby girl.”

Immy turned to look at Jenner. “No, Daddy! I gots to do a bit more.”

His face turned stern. “No, you have to come with me so you can go potty. Then it’s time for a nap.”

“Daddy, noooo,” she cried, stomping her foot.

His eyebrows rose. “Are you wanting to go to sleep with a red bottom, baby girl?”

She shook her head. But she wasn’t sure if she didn’t mean that.

“You’re not recovered enough yet for a spanking, but this is going in the book.” He grabbed her punishment book out of the bedside drawer and started writing in it.

“What? No, Daddy! Can’t I do corner time?” she said, now regretting her actions.

“Nope. It’s going in the book for later. Obviously, corner time wasn’t enough of a punishment earlier if you’re acting up again so soon.”

Cupcakes.

She wasn’t sure why, but she seemed to want to push him.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“It’s all right, precious girl.” He kissed her on the forehead. “But, come on, time to go potty. Then nap.”

Immy sighed, but let him take her to the bathroom. After he helped her clean up, he led her back into the playroom, then lifted her onto the changing table.

He stripped off her clothes before removing her training pants. Then, to her surprise, he drew out a diaper from the changing table.

“What’s that, Daddy?”

“A diaper.”

“I don’ts need a diaper,” she said quickly. “Immy is a big girl. Who doesn’t even need training pants.”

“I thought it might be a good idea for your nap,” he explained. “You don’t have to use it. And if you really don’t want to try it, Daddy won’t put it on you.”

She chewed her lip as she thought about that. But she had no real objections.

“Okay, Daddy. Immy try.”

“Immy is such a brave girl.” He put the diaper on her, then got her dressed in an adorable onesie. It had wizards flying on broomsticks on it and the feet and hands were all enclosed.

Although that meant she couldn’t suck her thumb. Papa said it was better to suck on a pacifier. But she wasn’t certain she agreed.

Daddy lifted her down, then set her on her feet while he got her bed ready.

“Make a nest for Immy, Daddy!” she bossed. “I gots to be all snuggly.”

“I know, baby,” he said as he lay pillows in a U shape. Then she climbed in and he put the blankets over her.

To her surprise, she let out a yawn.

“Poor baby, so tired. I’m going to go and get you a bottle.” He grabbed a pacifier for her, popping it into her mouth.

She blushed, but nodded. Truthfully, she loved having a bottle. When he returned, she was in a sleepy state. She grumbled slightly when he shifted her around, sitting next to her so he could lay her over his lap. She didn’t open her eyes as he took her pacifier.

When the nipple of the bottle was placed in her mouth, she let out a small sigh.

Perfect.