“Daddy, please, I don’t need a nap.”
“I think you do,” Trevor pressed, his hand traveling to the padding between Maggie’s legs. “Why are you still dry?”
“Maybe I don’t have to go,” Maggie pouted. In truth, she really did have to go, but was being a little too stubborn and was hoping that Trevor might let her use the potty again.
“I think you’re not going to be happy until I warm your bottom.”
Maggie’s eyes went wide as she tried to pull away from Trevor. “Come on, Daddy. I don’t need a spanking.”
“Then why are you arguing with me about everything?”
Maggie’s lip suddenly trembled. “I don’t know.”
Trevor pulled her close and gave her a hug. “Your tummy is bugging you, isn’t it?”
“My tummy is fine.”
“Maggie, when was the last time you pooed?”
Maggie blushed at the juvenile word. “It hadn’t been that long. I just haven’t had to go,” she lied.
“That’s not what you said last night.”
“I was wrong,” Maggie protested.
“I think you’re avoiding going, and I don’t think that’s good for you,” Trevor said, his hand traveling down to her backside where he gave her padded rear a little tap. “I’ll tell you what, you go ahead and change into some PJs and I’ll get you another bottle of warm milk. That seemed to help last night. In the meantime, I want you to try to go. I’ll change you before I tuck you in.”
“But…” Maggie trailed off as Trevor hushed her with a finger to her lips.
“I expect you to be at least wet when I get back, clear?”
Maggie let out a sigh. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” Trevor said, turning her and giving her backside another pat toward the dresser that held her PJs. Maggie grumbled but did as she was told and started to change while Trevor disappeared, presumably back into the kitchen.
Once she changed into a shorts and t-shirt set, Maggie turned her attention to the padding between her legs. She hated being pushed, and the last thing she wanted to do was purposely wet herself. It was one thing to leak, or to let it go to the point where she couldn’t hold back, but this was too much. She’d rather even lie down and wake up wet. At least then she wouldn’t feel as if she was being forced.
As she debated, however, she failed to realize that Trevor had returned. She looked up, and unexpectedly there he was, staring at her. She was fully dressed, but she suddenly felt as if she was naked. Maggie squirmed, but it was as if her bladder, full as it was, had a mind of its own. It absolutely refused to obey her commands to release, and that in turn make her stomach do a flip-flop.
Trevor crossed the room and handed her another bottle, which she took without complaint. “Are you ready for me to change you yet?”
Maggie blushed, knowing that he’d be upset once he discovered her still dry. “No,” she said with another squirm. As he continued to stare at her, she tried again to press her bladder, but again nothing happened. “I can’t go if you are looking at me,” she finally declared.
Trevor raised an eyebrow at her before taking her hand and leading her over to the bed.
Maggie wasn’t sure what to expect until Trevor sat down and then invited her into his lap. There she curled into him, tucking herself into a ball and making herself rather comfortable.
“I need you to go, baby.”
“You’ve already earned a spanking. If you continue to argue with me, it’ll be a paddling instead.”
“Daddy,” Maggie couldn’t help but whine. “I didn’t do anything.”
“I told you I wanted you wet when I got back. I was gone close to ten minutes. You had plenty of time, yet you chose to be disobedient.”
Maggie whimpered. True, he had been gone a while, but she didn’t think it had been that long, and she wasn’t purposely being naughty either. “I wasn’t, Daddy, honest.”
“If you weren’t, then you are telling me you are having a problem, which means we should take you to a doctor.”
“I didn’t mean that,” Maggie frowned. “I can pee, I just don’t want to wet my diaper. Can’t I please use the toilet, like last night?”
Trevor’s eyes went wide and Maggie cringed. She knew she had gone too far. Trevor pulled back, releasing his hold on her. He took the bottle from her before simply ordering, “Go fetch me the hairbrush.”
“Please, Daddy, don’t,” Maggie protested, her hands going to her backside as she was urged back on her feet.
“One,” Trevor answered.
Maggie let her lip fall into a quiver, but relented as Trevor added, “Two,” to his counting. Turning, she headed over to the dresser, where Trevor had laid the hairbrush the previous evening when they’d unpacked. She picked it up, and then with tears already in her eyes, she gingerly handed the hairbrush over.
Trevor took the hairbrush from her and before she could even protest, she found herself over his lap. Without warning or ceremony, he opened fire, using the hairbrush to its fullest and not giving any thought to her shorts or the padded diaper between the brush and her backside. As it turned out, she soon forgot she had any protection at all, for it didn’t matter. Within moments she was howling and protesting as Trevor set a hot fire to her backside.
Maggie struggled and squirmed, yelled, and promised to be good, but Trevor didn’t relent. The spanks were hard, steady, and painful, especially around the underside of her cheeks that had little or no protection, where the diaper ended and the shorts were too short. Howling again as Trevor started in on her thighs as well, she barely realized that he had gripped her tighter around the middle. No matter how much she bucked and struggled she wasn’t going anywhere.
After close to a million swats, or maybe about fifty, Trevor finally pulled back. Maggie was in full sorry-little-girl mode and was now openly sobbing. Trevor stroked her back and eventually pulled her up and back into his lap. Maggie was still crying, but eventually her sobs lessened to the occasionally shudder and hiccup.
“Do you know why I paddled you?” Trevor finally spoke.
“I was being naughty, and didn’t do what you told me to, and I was being… being, naughty,” Maggie managed to choke out.
“That’s right, baby,” Trevor returned, kissing her forehead and rocking her back and forth for a moment. “But there was more to it. You weren’t being honest with me again, and you were arguing with me about your punishment. I told you that you were going to be my little girl for the week, and I’m holding up my end, but you aren’t holding up yours.”
“I am,” Maggie sniffled.
“No, you’re not. You told me you’d stop arguing about the diaper, but you continue to do so. You are also acting up, being a brat, and being combative. When I give you a directive, I expect you to follow it, not argue with me. I’m the daddy, right?”
Maggie nodded. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll try to do better. I’ll try to listen better.”
“I hope so, now, let’s try this again,” Trevor said, letting his hand fall between Maggie’s legs. “I want you to go for me, baby.”
Maggie sniffled, but pushed down, willing her bladder to release. Feeling a rush of relief, both from her bladder and her emotions, she let out a sigh of contentment.
“That’s my girl,” Trevor praised, kissing Maggie on the top of her head. “Good girl. All of it now. Good, that’s it.”
Maggie squirmed as her diaper filled and immediately started to cool down. Trevor squishing her didn’t help, but in a strange way she felt turned on by it as well. Trevor was putting pressure on the padding and that in turn was making it almost pleasant to squirm about.
“Done?” Trevor asked after a minute or two.
Maggie nodded as he urged her down onto her feet once more.
“Alright, lie down on your back. I’ll change you and then we can get you settled.”
“Do I really have to take a nap, Daddy?” Maggie tried, but assumed the directed position.
“I think you need a nap as much as you needed that paddling.”
Trevor chuckled as he pulled out a clean diaper and the rest of the supplies. He gave Maggie back her bottle, which she again put in her mouth. Trevor had been right, it was comforting to suck on the nipple, almost as much as her thumb, but better because she got the warm milk as a treat.
Maggie let herself enjoy the sensation as Trevor continued to clean and change her as if he’d been doing it for years. His movement and his attention to detail was not lost on Maggie and she couldn’t help squirming as he touched her more sensitive areas. Clean, and a little disappointed, Maggie soon found herself re-diapered, redressed, and tucked into bed.
“I guess arguing wouldn’t help me, would it?” she asked, between sips of milk.
“Only if you want another session with that hairbrush,” Trevor responded. His tone was light, but Maggie knew he wasn’t kidding. These past few days he’d been more than serious, and it wouldn’t surprise her at all if she pushed him that he’d follow through on the threat. “Now, you will lie here for at least an hour. I want you to try to nap, but you’re not to get up until I come get you, clear?”
“I understand, Daddy.” Maggie frowned, but looked up from where she was lying half on her side and half on her tummy. It was the most comfortable position to be in with her backside still warm and tender.
“Good girl,” Trevor praised, leaning down to kiss her temple. “Good night, baby.”
“Night, Daddy,” Maggie echoed as she watched Trevor turn off the lights and leave the room. She couldn’t remember the last time she was forced to take a nap, but in a way she was glad. Trevor was right, she needed it. She also didn’t want to admit it, but as her hand traveled down to her pampered behind and felt the still warm skin at the crease where her bottom met her leg, she probably needed that paddling too.
Leaving one hand on her backside, she let the other adjust the bottle. It was almost empty, but it felt good to continue to suck and play with the nipple anyway. Letting herself get lost in the moment, she closed her eyes and before she knew it, had given in to the darkness of sleep.
Maggie let out a little moan as she removed her thumb from her mouth and opened her eyes. Somehow she’d lost the bottle and reclaimed her thumb. She blinked for a moment, realizing that it was still light outside as streams of light flowed in through the cracks in the curtains. She then rolled over, wincing as her backside came in contact with the mattress, and her diaper squished under her weight. She was soaked and didn’t care for either feeling at all. With a little frown, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and blinked again as she tried to read the clock. The face of the clock, however, was obscured by a piece of paper, which as she focused she realized had her name on it.
Curious, she picked it up and clicked on the bedside lamp so she could read it.
You were out cold, so I decided to run down to the store. I’ll be back in a few minutes and if it’s after two, you may get out of bed. If you’re wet, just hang tight and I’ll change you when I get home.
P.S. Don’t touch that diaper, and drink a cup of water. Love you!
Maggie frowned at the directions and didn’t like the idea that Trevor would leave her home alone either. After all, if she was a little girl, he shouldn’t have done that. Still, the situation did give her a little breathing room. She checked the clock to make sure it was actually after two, before happily sliding out of bed.
She wasn’t sure how long she’d have before Trevor returned, but for some reason, being home alone made her feel a bit sneaky. She didn’t have too much that she could get into, but it had been a couple of hours since lunch and she remembered a bag of cookies that they’d bought that was just waiting for her in the kitchen.
Almost giddy with the idea, she managed to locate the cookies and pour herself a glass of milk before diving in. At first she only pulled out four cookies, but once those were gone, she sipped the milk and helped herself to another four.
Two more cookies disappeared as well as the rest of the milk before she felt something a little unexpected. Her tummy suddenly cramped and she got that familiar feeling that she needed to use the toilet.
Maggie shifted in her chair. Her backside was still tender from the paddling and her diaper still rather full. She didn’t want more trouble, but she was afraid that if she didn’t use the toilet, she might make a much bigger mess than she intended. There was also the fact that Trevor wasn’t there. She didn’t know how long he’d be, and the last thing she wanted was to deal with was a messy diaper on top of a wet one.
With her justifications set, at least in her own mind, she left the cookies and the empty glass on the table and sought out the bathroom.
A short time later, Maggie was feeling much better and had even supplied herself with a fresh diaper. There was no way she was going to put the old one back on, and it felt too good to be clean and fresh again.
Returning to the kitchen, she polished off the last two cookies and another cup of milk. She then left the dishes and the cookies on the table. After all, she wasn’t an adult and she wasn’t going to clean up unless she had to. After that though, she had a problem. Trevor was still gone and she had nothing to keep her busy. She toyed with the idea of going back into the kid’s room, but was thankfully distracted as the front door opened.
“Daddy.” Maggie couldn’t help smiling and she ran to him and gave him a big hug. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, baby,” Trevor returned. He held her to him as he crossed the room into the kitchen, putting down a bag he’d obviously bought from the store and noticing the cookies on the table. “You had a snack?”
“Um, yeah,” Maggie nodded slowly, meeting his eyes. “You didn’t say I couldn’t.”
“True,” Trevor gave in. “You’ve been good? Did you drink the water?”
“Ah, I had two glasses of milk,” Maggie supplied, holding up two fingers for him to see. “I didn’t want water.”
“Well, I suppose that’s alright. Milk is good for you, but I want you to have some water too. I’ll get you a cup, although you probably want to be changed first.”
Trevor took a step toward her and Maggie realized that she hadn’t thought this through. She should have been soaked. She had been saturated when she woke up, but now she was bone dry. Pressing her bladder, she tried to will it into action, but the best she could do was a small trickle.
“I’m not wet,” she finally confessed.
“You should be soaked,” Trevor said, suddenly moving and feeling for himself. “You didn’t change yourself, did you?”
Maggie’s cheeks reddened. “You just paddled me, Daddy, do you think I want another spanking over that?” she explained as she expertly avoiding the question.
Trevor looked at her for a moment. “I’m getting worried about you, are you just trying to hold it in? I told you that’s not a good idea. Maybe we should get you some cranberry juice to be on the safe side.”
“I’m fine, Daddy, honest. Maybe I’m a little dehydrated, you know, being up in a higher elevation. I think a glass of water sounds good.”
“Alright,” Trevor agreed, moving to the cabinet and grabbing a large plastic cup. It had a lid and straw and it was at least twice the size of the ones he’d been using, and she blanched at the idea. It only got worse as he pulled out a container from his grocery bag and Maggie realized that it was a fiber mixture.
“I told you, I’m worried about you, Magpie. You’re not going so I thought I might help you along.”
Maggie frowned as she watched him put the mixture in her cup of water and she realized what he’d been doing. Breakfast and lunch had been fiber filled, and the extra water and even the chocolate milk were all food designed to help her. He obviously thought she was constipated, but now it made sense. No wonder she’d had to go. The problem now was that he was expecting it, and it was going to be harder and harder to appease him.
Taking the glass from Trevor, she experimentally sniffed it, only to make him laugh. “You didn’t notice in the milk earlier, and this one says you can put it in water too. It doesn’t have a taste. Just drink it, honey.”
“You put it in my milk earlier?”
“Yep, and I want you to drink every drop.”
Maggie sighed and took a small sip. Surprisingly it didn’t smell or taste any different than ordinary water. Her belly, however, was already full of milk and cookies and she didn’t want to drink the water, especially since she knew that it was laced with something she didn’t need or want.
For the sake of not making Trevor suspicious though, she drank it. It took her several minutes, but when she was finally done, she was rewarded with a hug and a gentle kiss on the lips. “Good job, baby. Now, since you’re still not wet,” he paused and checked her as if just making sure, “I think you could use some time for that stuff to work through your system. I need to turn my computer on for a bit, so while I’m busy, how about you break out that new coloring book?”
“Really?” Maggie’s eyes went wide.
“I know I paddled you earlier, but you took your nap and you were good while I was gone, so yes, I think you earned it,” Trevor explained, moving to the counter and picking up the book and the still sealed box of crayons. “Deal?”
Maggie took the items, feeling torn, but excited at the same time. She hadn’t exactly been good while he was gone, but he didn’t know that. And… it was a new coloring book. Those were her favorite kind. “Okay, Daddy,” she finally smiled.
It didn’t take long for Trevor to settle in with his laptop at the table and Maggie to get comfortable on the floor. She’d borrowed a blanket and a sofa cushion and as she lay on her belly and paged through her new book, she couldn’t be happier.
A while passed, perhaps a half hour or so before Trevor made a phone call. With a sigh, she realized that if he had to call, there was something that needed his attention, which always translated into him being very busy.
She tried to return her attention to her coloring book, but between the talking and the pressure on her abdomen from lying on her tummy, she was having a hard time concentrating. The fluids that she’d drunk had finally started to catch up with her and she knew it was just a matter of time before she had to give in to the pressure.
In an attempt to get more comfortable, she shifted onto her bottom, sitting up and trying to use the coffee table as a surface to color on. That worked for a while, even though she could still feel the slight ache that lingered from her last paddling. It wasn’t too bad though, and in a way, she found herself almost enjoying the sensation. Her punishments were almost always hand-spankings and those tended to fade quickly.
With a sigh, she looked up to check on Trevor, who seemed agitated. He was standing, pacing back and forth, and rather quiet as if listening to someone else. After a while she again became uncomfortable and moved from the floor to an overstuffed chair. Maggie couldn’t help continuing to watch Trevor though, and eventually ended up half-kneeling and sitting back on her haunches, to make herself tall enough to watch him over the back of the chair.
Another two or three minutes passed. Trevor said a few things, but was still mostly listening. He paced one direction and then turned and made eye contact with Maggie. He frowned at her and suddenly started toward her. Maggie didn’t like the look and liked it even less when he pulled her thumb out of her mouth and slapped her hand.
Maggie’s jaw dropped with disbelief. As she closed it though, she couldn’t help it as her lip started to quiver and her eyes glossed over. The slap hadn’t hurt, but the gesture had. She didn’t even realize she’d had her thumb in her mouth and it being slapped like that made her feel all of about three years old.
Worse though was she was so distracted by the gesture that she’d let down her guard and now the padding between her legs was damp. That made her feel even more self-conscious, for as she tried to stop it, she found she couldn’t. It was too much and her bladder was too full. Before she knew it, she was soaked again.
Feeling the warmness spread, she couldn’t help the tears that suddenly sprang from her eyes. Next thing she knew she was practically picked up and then found herself cuddled on Trevor’s lap. He kissed her forehead and she sniffled, finally feeling the despair lessen.
“I’m sorry, Magpie, I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Trevor finally spoke.
Maggie sniffled again. “You, you didn’t have to hang up. I need to be changed,” she suddenly blubbered as another wave of tears hit her.
“It’s okay, baby. I can call them back later.” Trevor pulled her closer, hushing her and using the angle to tap her bottom. It wasn’t a scold or a punishment, but rather a soothing action, which Maggie eventually responded to. Cuddling in, she sniffled again before meeting Trevor’s eyes.
“Did you poo, Magpie?” Trevor asked quietly.
Maggie’s eyes went wide. “No! I’m just wet.”
“Okay, okay. Relax. Do you need to, sweetheart?”
Maggie found herself pushing back. “No. I’m just wet,” she repeated.
Trevor gave her a little frown, but tapped her on the hip. “Alright, the rain stopped. What do you say after we change you, we go for a walk?”
Maggie slowly nodded. It would be nice to get out of the cabin for a while. Sliding off Trevor’s lap, she let him take her by the hand as he led her to the kitchen. He picked up a box of some sort of medicine, and then continued to escort her to the master bedroom. She tried to get a look at the box, but he kept his hand over the front of it and she couldn’t get a clear view.
“Daddy, what’s that?” Maggie asked, knowing that whatever it was, it couldn’t be good for her.
“Something for your tummy,” Trevor answered.
Maggie frowned slightly, not liking the idea of taking something that she didn’t need, but knew if she confessed why she didn’t need it, she’d probably never be able to sit down again either. The medicine was definitely the lesser of two evils.
“Lie down, Magpie,” Trevor directed, indicating the bed.
Maggie did so, knowing what was expected. Lying on her back, she put her knees up at forty-five-degree angles and waited for Trevor to collect what he needed. After that the change was quick and although Trevor cleaned her like he had in the past, she realized that it had lost its allure and disappointingly was almost too routine.
What wasn’t routine, however, was that instead of covering her with a fresh diaper, he instead told her to get up. Panic creeped in and she wondered what she had done. He was usually clearer when she was in for a spanking and she couldn’t think of any other reason why he hadn’t covered her.
“What did I do, Daddy?”
Trevor looked at her for a moment before giving her a wink. “You’re not in trouble, baby.”
“Then why didn’t you re-diaper me?”
Trevor didn’t answer, only giving her a hand and helping her to stand. She was still naked from the waist down and when Trevor turned her as he sat on the bed, her panic worsened.
“Please, Daddy, I’ve been good!”
“Relax, baby, I’m not planning on spanking you.”
“I don’t…” Maggie trailed off, suddenly finding herself over his knee. She squirmed, and her eyes got bigger as she felt the familiar sensation of cool gel being applied to her anus. “What are you doing?” she demanded.
“I told you I was going to giving you something for your tummy,” Trevor replied, spreading more gel and massaging it into her with his finger. “You need to stop squirming, it’s just a little suppository.”
“My tummy is fine!” Maggie countered. “Please don’t, Daddy.”
“Now, baby, you haven’t gone in two days. That’s too long. I don’t know if you’re holding it in or if you’re constipated, but I’m going to help you go.”
“But, Daddy…” Maggie argued, only to be cut off as she felt something smooth inserted into her rectum. She squirmed and kicked her legs, but Trevor was holding her firmly around her middle.
The gel was still cold and although the object he inserted wasn’t large, he had also inserted his finger, making her most private hole stretch and ache under the pressure. It was different like this. She wasn’t turned on. It didn’t feel good, and she couldn’t help the tears forming in her eyes.
The finger was removed and a second little oval-shaped object was pushed in. This time Trevor let his finger linger, pulling it back and forth and making the tears finally run down Maggie’s cheeks.
Maggie sniffled and squirmed, but after a minute or so, Trevor pulled his finger out and then used a cold baby wipe to clean away the excess gel. After that he let Maggie up and pulled her into his lap, where he kissed her cheek and rocked her back and forth for a few moments.
“I’m sorry if that hurt you, Magpie, but I think you’ll feel much better after you go.”
“I don’t need to go,” Maggie whined. “I didn’t like that at all.”
“Maybe not now, but between the medicine and the gel, it’ll help, I’m sure of it. Now enough with the tears,” he half-scolded, wiping her cheeks dry with his thumb. “Time to get you dressed.”
“I don’t want to go anymore,” Maggie continued her whine.
“Well,” Trevor let the word hang, “I suppose we don’t have to go out, at least not right now.”
Maggie sniffled, looking up into blue eyes. “We don’t?”
“No, baby. Daddy didn’t mean to hurt you; maybe it would be better if we stayed home and I made it better.”
Trevor answered her question with a kiss. He took her lips with his, pressing her tight and hard as he practically stole her breath from her. When he let go, Maggie grinned and pounced. The discomfort from a moment ago was quickly forgotten as Maggie desperately tried to inhale him. Her lips were everywhere at once, Trevor returning the gesture as they became a tangle of arms and legs.
Trevor shifted and practically picked her up, and Maggie found herself on her back with Trevor hovering over her. He kissed her again and again, and then she kissed him. His hand moved, and she wiggled out of her shirt. She was naked now, but she didn’t care. Her only goal was to get him in the same state.
His hands traveled to the front of his jeans, and hers went to his shirt. Maggie yanked it up over Trevor’s head, just managing not to rip it. As she did so, she reveled in his smooth chest, running her hands over and across it. She loved his chest. It was broad and strong, and she couldn’t help the wetness that puddled between her legs as she enjoyed it.
Now bare chest to bare chest, Trevor pressed down into her, kissing her lips and neck. He cupped her breasts, and Maggie moaned with pleasure as waves of desire rippled with the touch.
“Trevor,” she whispered. “Please.”
“Watch it, little girl. If I have to stop and spank you, we’re both not gonna be happy,” he returned in a rough voice.
Maggie shivered with the threat, almost wishing that he would flip her over his knee and spank her long and hard. She’d certainly been naughty enough to deserve a good fucking, and part of her was tempted. The other part of her was too distracted to want to stop. Trevor had freed himself by now and Maggie found her legs forced open as he pressed into her.
His cock was rock hard, and she could feel it running back and forth over her clit. His fingers were at work now, not only on his own manhood, but on her little rose too. He rubbed and then she felt him press into her, his head forcing its way into her slit. She gasped at the sudden pressure, but as soon as he got past her entrance, she felt the world melt away and was lost to waves of pleasure.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” Maggie cried. “Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard.”
“Definitely need a spanking,” Trevor huffed, but didn’t disappoint. He suddenly doubled his efforts and his speed, making Maggie wiggle and squirm.
She was panting now, feeling the waves surge. Trevor was making that little grunt noise he always did when he was close. The friction continued to build. Suddenly, it was there; that pressure, that little flutter that told her she was about to orgasm.
“Spank me!” she suddenly cried. “Please, Daddy. I’m a naughty girl.”
Trevor chuckled and slapped her thigh. “Later. Come for me, baby.”
Maggie wrinkled her nose and closed her eyes. Trevor grunted and she could still feel the sting resonating on her bare flesh. She thought about being over Trevor’s knee, and focused on the burn from the slap he’d given to her thigh. She had his permission and now just had to let go.
Trevor was pushing her again, the friction pressing even further. And then it happened; suddenly she let go and let the orgasm take over. Her body convulsed and she shivered and shook with pleasure. She was hot, her skin slightly damp. It made the comforter stick to her back and the skin-to-skin contact with Trevor grow even warmer.
Maggie’s vision blurred as she let her head roll back. Trevor leaned forward to lightly kiss her neck and collarbone. He pressed on her again, and Maggie felt a second wave form. It too suddenly crashed over her as Trevor moaned, letting that last bit of energy discharge before he finally released and practically collapsed on top of her.
They lay together, panting and enjoying the remnants of their moment of passion. Trevor kissed her again, this time slow and warm. Maggie wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a hug. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Trevor shifted off her, lying to Maggie’s side. He kissed her nose and pulled her leg over his, so that he could cup her naked buttock.
“Still gonna spank me, Daddy?” Maggie asked innocently.
He snorted in amusement before giving her a swat. “I think we should get dressed. If we time it right, we can still take that walk before it gets dark.”
Maggie let her lip fall into a pout. “Daddy…”
Trevor swatted her a second time. “Nope. Here, let me up. Scoot up a bit so I can put a fresh diaper on you.”
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