Page 227 of Guardian Daddy

Nodding happily, she passed it over and took his hand. He led her into the bedroom they were using and lifted her onto the bed, laying her down on her back.

She blushed as he stripped off her clothes, leaving just her panties on. His gaze didn’t linger on her.

Much to her disappointment.

He got her redressed in her onesie. Then he lifted her off and put her on his hip. She pressed her face into his chest.

“I want to show you what I did. If you don’t like it, you can change things around.” He carried her into the small bedroom she used as a safe space. It only had one window and she generally just kept the drapes pulled across it.

When he walked in, her mouth dropped open. Not much had changed, but enough for her to notice.

There was a pair of ladybug slippers on the floor by the bed. And a ladybug pacifier on the nightstand.

But in the corner was a large teepee. It had a garden print on it with ladybugs and birds and bees flying around. She rushed over and peeked in. Her big cushion was on the floor and Lady was in there along with her blanket.

“Ohh, Daddy, this is perfect!” The Daddy came easily. Something about this setup had her slipping into her Little headspace.

She climbed into the teepee and gave a sigh of happiness, wriggling around.

“Like it, Catie-pie?” Ethan was crouched down at the entrance.

“So much! Thank you!”

He smiled. “Good girl. Come out now, though. It’s time to eat.”

“I don’t wants to come out, though, Daddy. I want to stay in here.”

“You can come back here after your nap.”

Nap? Who wanted to nap?

“I don’t needs to nap,” she complained.

“The marks under your eyes say differently. Out now, please.”

That sounded boring.

“But, Daddy. I could nap in here.”

“No. And you’re not napping without lunch.”

Cate grumbled but crawled out of the tepee. Several sharp slaps landed on her bottom.

“Ouch!” she cried. “What was that for?”

“That was for being naughty,” he told her sternly. “When Daddy tells you to do something, he doesn’t expect any objections from his Catie-pie.”

“But, Daddy, you aren’t always right.”

He gasped. “I’m not? That’s a shock.”

“I’m sorry to be the one to tell you,” she said seriously as he lifted her onto his hip again. “But it’s true.”

“I will take it under advisement. However, while I want to spoil you, you have to learn that you are not in charge. Daddy is. And I will always do what is best for you.”

“I still don’t think spanking my bottom can be what is best for me, Daddy,” she complained as he sat her on a stool at the kitchen island.

“That wasn’t a spanking, just a small reminder. You are owed a spanking, though. We’ll take care of that before you nap.”

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