Chapter 6 Immy, Jenner, and Tobias
IMMY, JENNER, AND TOBIAS
“Christmas is the best time of the year! I love Christmas, yes I do!” Immy sang off key as she sorted all of her gifts. She had everything she needed. The guys would say she’d gone overboard, but what point was there in doing Christmas if she didn’t do it well?
Besides, everything about Christmas was magical and Immy loved magic! Especially wizards and witches.
Humming the tune to “Grandma Got Runover By a Reindeer,” she packed all of the gifts up. They weren’t leaving for the airport until four this afternoon. It was just over two hours flight time to get to New York, then they’d take a helicopter flight and arrive in Southampton tonight.
She couldn’t wait! She bounced around the room in her Christmas pajamas. They were red and white striped and so cute. And she had a white fluffy robe to wear with them if she got cold.
“Concentrate, Immy,” she told herself.
The rattling of the door had her squealing. “Don’t come in! Don’t come in!” She packed up the rest of the presents as the door rattled.
Someone was trying to get in! Thankfully, she’d locked it. She didn’t want anyone seeing the gifts even though they were all wrapped.
She was in her playroom at their new house. Okay, they’d been here for several months now. But it still felt so new and wonderful. It was a bit different living separate from Sampson, Abe, and Isaiah. But it also meant she had some privacy with her men.
Immy was over the moon that she got to spend Christmas with all of her family. Sadness flooded her as she remembered there wouldn’t be one person there this year.
Where was Isaiah?
Was he all right?
“Immy, why is this door locked?” Tobias said through the door. “Are you out of bed?”
Cupcakes!
Immy suddenly remembered what she was supposed to be doing. And it wasn’t packing all her gifts.
Unicorn poop!
She was meant to be taking a nap. They wouldn’t get into Southampton until later tonight because Jenner, Sampson, and Abe were all working today. So Tobias had put her down for a nap.
What was she going to do?
Ohhh, she was going to be in so much trouble.
She shoved her suitcase into the closet and then pointed a finger at Miss Pippa Porker.
“Don’t you tell on me.” Then she glanced up at her elf.
He’d appeared on the first of December and she’d squealed in happiness.
She’d been so loud that Sampson had heard her from outside and come rushing into the house to check on her.
But she had to say that she was starting to have her suspicions about this elf.
She thought that he and Miss Pippa Porker might just be spies.
Naughty spies.
Because Tobias had left her fifteen minutes ago after putting her down for a nap. So how did he know she was awake, huh?
Yes, she had her suspicions all right.
Or it could just be that you were dancing around the room and making enough noise to wake a herd of elephants.
That was also a possibility.
“Cherry, open this door right now,” Tobias demanded.
Unicorn poop!
She rushed over to the door and unlocked it, stepping back rapidly. Then she stared at him with a big smile on her face.
“Papa! How nice of you to visit. Would you like to sit? How about a cup of tea? Maybe a cookie?”
“Cherry,” he growled at her as he crossed his arms over his massive chest. “What are you doing?”
“Who me? Nothing, Papa. What are you doing?”
“I’m staring at my naughty girl who I put down for a nap earlier and who I heard moving around and when I came up to see her, she had locked the door.”
“Oh, right. Well . . . um, I was doing something and I needed privacy.”
“And why would you need privacy from your Papa?” he demanded. “I knew that I should have taken the lock off this door.”
“The lock is in the door handle!” she protested. It was the same throughout pretty much all of the house and had come that way.
“So? I could have just removed the door handle.” He prowled toward her and she backed up until she banged into the wall.
Tobias placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head and leaned in until they were face-to-face. “Why aren’t you in bed, sweetness?”
Hmm. He sounded reasonable and calm, but she wasn’t fooled.
“I told you, Papa. I was doing secret stuff.”
“And I told you that you aren’t allowed to keep secrets from me.”
She sighed with a frown. “Fine! I was packing all the gifts.”
“All the gifts?” he repeated.
“For Christmas! I was packing all the presents.”
“Why haven’t you packed them already?”
“Because I didn’t want anyone trying to sneak peeks at their presents. And I also didn’t finish wrapping the last one until just now.”
Thank goodness she’d finished before he discovered that she was awake.
Tobias watched her with a knowing look. “When did you wrap the other gifts?”
“Huh?” she said with mock-innocence.
“I said, when did you wrap the other gifts? I’m with you most of the time and I didn’t see you wrapping any gifts.”
Uh-oh.
She was busted.
She hummed, trying to think of an excuse. There was no way he knew, right?
Immy glanced around the room and looked at the elf who was hanging from the ceiling by a small rope. Then to Miss Pippa Porker.
“Who tattled?” she demanded as she smacked her fist into the palm of her hand. “You know what happens to tattletales!”
“Immy,” Tobias warned.
Cupcakes.
“Fine,” she grumbled. “I’ve been wrapping them during nap times. But not the whole nap time. I usually spend ten minutes wrapping, then the rest of the time napping.”
“Immy,” he said again.
Urgh! How did he always know when she was exaggerating the truth? It was so annoying!
“Fine, maybe twenty minutes wrapping. But I like to get the gifts just right.”
She didn’t have a nap every day, just when she was extra tired. Or she was going to be staying up late. Immy tended to get sick a lot, especially if she wasn’t taking care of herself.
But Tobias had taken charge of looking after her and ensuring her health. It was infuriating sometimes.
“Damn it, Immy,” he grumbled.
“Hey! You’re gonna have to put money in the swear jar.”
Tobias shot her a stern look. “You might want to worry less about the swear jar and more about your butt.”
Immy slid her hands behind her to cover her bottom. “Hey! That’s just rude. What’s wrong with my butt?”
“You know damn well there’s nothing wrong with it. But it’s about to be red and sore.”
“Nooo!” she cried as he took her hand and led her to the bed.
“Oh yes.”
He sat and then lifted her onto his lap so her legs and torso were resting on the bed on either side of his thighs.
“But why?” she cried.
“You know why,” he told her sternly. “You are supposed to be napping, and apparently, you’ve been getting up from your naps to wrap gifts. What I don’t understand is how I didn’t know.”
“Not every nap. And how would you have known?”
“Well, you make enough noise to wake up a bear in winter hibernation.”
Oh, and he was the bear. That made a lot of sense, actually. He had a lot of bear characteristics.
“Are you sure that the elf and Miss Pippa Porker weren’t tattling on me?” she asked.
“If they were, they weren’t doing a good job since I didn’t realize you hadn’t been napping properly until now. Although the elf isn’t always in here, is he?”
“No, he moves around the house. It’s annoying. Did he tell Jenner when I snuck a snickerdoodle the other day? That was so mean.”
“It wasn’t a snickerdoodle, it was eight and you weren’t supposed to have any more sweet things.”
Which totally wasn’t fair.
And really who was keeping track of how much sweet stuff she was eating? That was just cruel.
Tobias pulled the top of her pajama pants along with her panties down over her bottom. She tensed her butt cheeks.
“Papa, can’t we talk about this?”
“About what? How naughty you are?” He rubbed his hand over her bottom cheeks. “I think the time has come for action, don’t you?”
No, she really didn’t think so. She thought that the time for action was far, far into the future.
Unfortunately, Tobias didn’t seem to agree as he began spanking her. He started light and then his spanks grew harder and harder.
“Papa! Papa, stop! It hurts!”
“I know, sweetness. It’s meant to hurt so that you will think twice about being naughty again.”
Unfortunately, things just didn’t seem to work like that for Immy.
She started crying as her bottom grew hot, the throbbing increasing. Was he ever going to stop?
Finally, he did. And as she continued to cry, he moved them both so they were lying on the bed. He lay on his back while she lay on her side, resting against him.
“Shh, Cherry. You’re all right.”
“I’m s-sorry I was naughty, Papa!” she cried.
“I know you are,” he replied. “But you know how important your naps are. Papa is just trying to keep you healthy.”
“I k-know, Papa.”
Leaning back, he grabbed some tissues and wiped her cheeks. “Blow.”
She blew her nose and he got up to throw the tissue away in the bathroom. When he returned, he carried a warm cloth which he ran over her face. She was lying on the bed with her pants around her thighs, but she didn’t want to pull them up over her poor bottom.
“Right, now it’s time for a nap,” he told her.
She pouted. “I’m not tired, Papa.”
Total lie. She could feel her eyes closing and she yawned.
“Do you need another spanking?” Tobias said to her.
Sheesh.
What sort of question was that?
“No!” she cried.
“Then I suggest you start telling the truth.” He lifted her so she was standing and then drew her panties and pajama bottoms up her legs. “Do you need to go potty?”
“No. I’m good, Papa.” She swayed tiredly. “I don’t wanna sleep, though. I’m too excited. Every time I close my eyes, I just start thinking about Christmas and I can’t wait.”
Tobias nodded. “Would it help if I stayed with you?”
She nodded eagerly. “And can I have your cock?”
He eyed her for a long moment but nodded. “Yes.”
Oh goody.
She climbed into bed and then he stripped off his jeans and boxers before climbing in as well. He lay on his side and she scooted down under the cover until her face was level with his dick.
It was already semi-hard.
Yummy.
Grasping him around the base of his shaft, she took the head into her mouth and started to suck.
Tobias let out a small groan. He might come; he might not. But this wasn’t about sex or even pleasure.
This was about caring and love.
Sucking on his or Jenner’s cock always soothed her. It grounded her and as she sucked, her mind drifted.
Was the elf reporting back to Santa?
If he was, she could be in trouble.
Hopefully Santa was too busy to pay attention to how naughty Immy had been.