Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Jenner walked back into the playroom to find the slime station in a mess and Immy in the corner with her spellbook out. Abe had packed it and her wands for her. Along with Snowy, of course, and Miss Pippa Porker.
“Immy,” he said sternly. “What do you think you are doing?”
She waved a hand at him. “Shh, Daddy! I’m creating!”
Jenner walked over and plucked the wand out of her hand.
“Hey! Daddy! That’s rude, you can’t just touch a wizard’s wand like that!”
“It’s also rude to ignore Daddy when he’s talking to you,” he told her. “And to disobey him. What did I tell you to do before you started practicing your spells?”
“But Daddy! I’m busy! I don’t gots time to clean.”
“That’s too bad. Because now you’re going to have to spend some time in the naughty corner.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“And then write some lines. Come with me.” He took her hand in his.
“No! Wait, Daddy! You can’t mean it!”
“I do mean it.” He ignored her trembling lower lip and led her to the naughty corner. “Sit in the chair. You’ll spend five minutes in the corner and I don’t want to hear any noise or see any squirming.”
“I’ll clean the slime station!” she cried.
“I’m sorry, baby girl. But you should have done that earlier. Sit.” He gave her a stern look.
She gave him another pouting look, but he didn’t cave. He knew she was testing the waters and he needed to start as he meant to go on.
Immy would learn that she needed to listen to both him and Tobias. In Big or Little headspace.
Immy sat with a sigh. He settled into the armchair and drew out his phone to check in with Sampson.
Still nothing going on there. And no sign of Isaiah over the past two weeks. Which really worried him. What was Isaiah thinking, taking off like that on his own?
Fuck.
Where was he?
Jenner hated not having control over Immy’s safety. It was making him antsy. And it meant he wanted more control in other areas.
He glanced over at Immy. Nothing could happen to her. He wouldn’t survive it.
“Immy, come here, please,” he said.
She stood and turned, then moved toward him. He opened his arms and she stepped between his legs. Carefully, he picked her up and held her on his lap.
“I love you, baby girl.”
“I love you too, Daddy.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Are you okay?”
“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.