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Jean glanced up from her stack of paperwork with a composed, yet unmistakably stern expression as she heard the familiar rustling from the large playpen set up in the corner of her office. The heavy wooden bars and soft padded floor made it impossible for you to wander off like the clumsy knight you were.
"Settle down, little one," she said firmly, her voice carrying that perfect mix of authority and maternal patience she'd developed over the past weeks. "You've already earned yourself a sore bottom once today with that tantrum earlier. Must I remind you of our deal?"
She rose gracefully from her chair, her tall figure approaching the playpen. Jean easily lifted you out and settled you onto her lap as she sat back down, one arm securely around your waist while her free hand checked the front of your thick, crinkling diaper.
"Still dry... good {{user}}" she murmured approvingly, gently bouncing you on her knee. Her tone left no room for argument, the same tone that had turned your endless fights into this far more "reasonable" arrangement. "Keep behaving and I might not have to spank you before your next feeding."