Daddy took my hand and led me to the guest room, where he picked up a belt from the floor.

  "Bend over, and take your pants off," He commanded.

  Afraid, I quickly dropped my pants, and bent over. He took a deep breathe in, and I did the same.

  TWACK.

  I yelled as he smacked my ass with the belt, gripping the bed sheets tightly.

  Eleven more smacks later, and a few sobs, and he finished.

  He helped me pull up my pants, and diaper, and pulled me into bed beside him.

  "Naptime," he whispered in my ear. I groaned, but pulled him closer to me, and snuggled into him.

  He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed my head. "Daddy hates spanking you. But you do need to follow my rules and behave," he told me.

  I gave a small nod, breathing out slowly. Daddy traced patterns on my back with his fingers, humming slightly.

  My eyelids started to droop, and darkness took over for the time period.

***
  I awoke to someone shaking me. "Linner (lunch/dinner) is ready," he says.

  I open my eyes slightly, to see daddy smiling at me. I smell something cooking, and it smells good.

  I make grabby hands at daddy. "Food," I giggle. He lifts me up.

  "We should change you first, youngling."

  "Otay daddy," I giggle again, as he carried me into my bedroom. I probably haven't slept in my actual crib for a while now.

  Daddy lays me down, and slowly untaped my diaper. He blows rasberries on my exposed belly, making me giggle.

  He starts to rub stuff on my butt to prevent worse diaper rash, and tapes a new diaper on.

  It's been getting colder out, almost the end of summer. Daddy grabs me a pair of my sweat pants (plaid black and red), and slides them onto me.

  Then he picks me up, and carries me to the kitchen, plopping me down into my high chair.

  He goes over to the frying pan, and scoops something brown onto a plate. He then plops it on the tray in front of me.

  He goes back to the other side of the kitchen to grab me a spoon, and my sippy cup full of orange juice, but I dig into the corn beef hash with my bare hands.

  It's always been one of my favorite foods.

  Daddy turns around with a spoon and sippy cup in hand, and he drops the spoon when he sees the corn beef hash already gone, besides the stray pieces that have fallen on the floor.

  Daddy picks up the spoon and drops it into the sink. He then sets the sippy cup in front of me.

  He goes over to a cupboard and pulls out a napkin, wiping me face and hands off. I whine at the contact of the napkin, not wanting to be cleaned.

  I reach out and start to drink my sippy cup.

  "Your a silly little boy," daddy tells me, though I already know.

  I giggled, smiling behind my sippy cup.

  Daddy pulls me from the high chair, plopping me in front of the TV where cartoons are playing.

  I suck on my sippy cup while watching, and start whining when it's all gone.

  "Dadddddyy!" I cry out. He walks back into the living room, wiping his hands off with a dish towel.

  "What, little one? I'm doing the dishes," he says.

  "More juice?" I ask.

  "Baby, the juice is almost out. I can fill it with water if you want," he compromises.

  I pick up my empty sippy cup, and throw it at him. I don't want water, I want juice.

  Daddy sighs as the sippy cup hits him in the face. He leans down and picks it up, taking it into the kitchen. I heard it drop into the sink.

  I cross my arms and start crying.

  Daddy comes back into the living room, and sticks a pacifier between my lips, which I happily accept, and start sucking on.

  Daddy leans down close to my ear. "You will not go unpunished for throwing your sippy cup at me, September," he whispers, before disappearing into the kitchen.

  I rock back and forth, sucking on my pacifier, as I watch Teen Titans Go. Tears fall down my face at the thought of another punishment.

  After a few minutes, daddy comes back into the living room, and lifts me up into his lap as he sits on the couch.

  I lean back into him, and kiss his jaw. He smiles, and kisses my forehead.

  I see a cut on his forehead, where the sippy cup hit him. I lean up and kiss it gently. "I sowwy daddy," I pout, cuddling into his chest.

  He rubs my back. "I know you are. But that doesn't mean I won't punish you," he replies.

  I wrap my arms around daddy's waist, and rest my head on his shoulder.

  He puts a hand on my back, and a hand on my head. His fingers run through my hair, and my eyelids start to droop, even though I just took a nap.

  Daddy sees my eyelids drooping, and shakes me lightly.

  "Can't have you falling asleep now or you'll never sleep tonight," he says.

  A pain in my stomach makes me holding suddenly. Daddy moves his hand to my butt to keep me still.

  I have to poop. Daddy makes me do it in my diaper. I don't want to do it in my diaper.

  I don't want to do it on daddy's lap either where he can smell it and feel it, since his hand and leg are under my butt.

  I start to squirm, trying to get off daddy's lap. He lets me, and I crawl into the kitchen, sitting under the kitchen table.

  I hear daddy start to come in, and I try to keep quiet, hiding under the table. He starts to look around, luckily not noticing right away.

  I take that moment to squat, and feel my diaper sag below me.

  It starts to smell, really really bad. I think that's how daddy finds me.

  He pulls me out from the underside of the table, and carries me to my room, laying me down on the floor.

  "You need to learn how to not be embarrassed by using the bathroom in your diapers."

  "I know," I whine, as he wipes my butt down. I shriek at how cold the wipes are.

  Daddy laughs, but throws away the dirty diaper, and tapes a new one on.

  "Daddy my tummy still huwts," I whine.

  Daddy lifts me up, and carries me into the living room, laying me down on the couch. He gets a blanket, and drops it on me.

  He lays behind me, wrapping his arms around me, and rubbing my stomach with his fingers.

  I relaxed into his touch as best I can, but my stomach continues to burn.

  Daddy's hand trails up my shirt, his fingers brushing my nipples. I let out a soft moan at the unexpected touch.