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“What was being said?”

“Lots of stuff, okay? I don’t wanna talk about it. It’s just not my fault but everyone assumes it is, and I’m always the first one to get in trouble. They knew that would happen, so they planned it.”

Knox frowned. From what Margo was saying, it sounded like her friends were as anxious for him to spank Margo as he was. He would definitely be doing a little more digging to find out who had started it and why, but he also was not about to let Margo get away with playing the victim, when by her own admission, she’d been a willing participant.

“Did you or did you not throw the crayons?”

Margo side-eyed him. “I told you I did.”

“Did you throw anything else?”

Margo shrugged.

“Answer me, little girl. Refusing to answer doesn’t keep you out of trouble. It just means I’ll have to spank you to get to the bottom of things and then again, depending on what I find out.”

“Fine. Okay. Yes, I participated. I threw lots of stuff at lots of people. Are you happy now?”

Knox sighed. He’d barely gotten started sorting out this ordeal and he was already exhausted. “No, Margo. I’m not happy. I’m not happy that you were naughty. I’m not happy that the play area is trashed, and I’m not happy about the attitude you are giving me. Now, if it was an ambush as you claim, trust me when I say I will get to the bottom of that and act accordingly, but the fact is you participated. You could have stepped away and called me and let me know what was happening, but you decided to pick up a pile of crayons and throw them back and then throw other things while you were at it.”

“Snitches get stitches,” Margo growled, using an old street adage.

Knox chuckled and shook his head. “Maybe out on the streets, but you’re not there anymore. You’re here in Utopia, and here in Utopia, snitches do not get stitches and non-snitches get switches.”

Margo’s eyes widened. “Switches? You’re gonna switch us?”

“I’m gonna switch you,” Knox told her. “The others… it will depend on what I find out.”

Margo gulped. “I don’t wanna be switched.”

“Should have thought about that. We’re going to have a chat while I warm you up with my hand first. C’mon, get on over my knee and take what you have coming.”

Chapter Seven

Margo

She let Knox take her hand and guide her over his lap, lowering her leggings and diaper, but that was all she would give him. She vowed to take her spanking, even the switching part stoically. She wouldn’t cry or wiggle or beg for it to be over. And she would not let this happen again.

Of course, it was easier said than done and as soon as she was over his knee with his muscular thighs pressing into her abdomen and his large hands covering her bottom in hard punishing deliberate swats, inhaling his masculine scent, she wondered why she’d been so stubborn and determined to stay out of trouble up until this point. Still, she pushed the thoughts about how good a Daddy Knox would be out of her head and mentally coached herself to stay angry and still.

It worked until Knox started to lecture. She’d expected a lecture, but one about the usual stuff. How naughty they’d been, how big of a mess they’d made, how ungrateful it was to treat the things Baze had gotten for them so badly. That stuff would have been easy to ignore because it truly hadn’t been her fault. Knox didn’t say any of that. His first question knocked the wind out of her.

“Do you remember when we danced at the reception?” He paused his assault on her bottom and spoke softly.

There was a tenderness in his voice that made her insides feel funny. She wanted to ignore him and not answer at all, but she wasn’t stupid. Doing so would not be good for her backside.

“I remember,” she whispered, thickly. She closed her eyes and thought about the sweet moment. Just like now, she’d been spitting mad, and just like now, Knox had somehow managed to calm her down.

“You said this would be good because it would be like a trial run, but it hasn’t been, has it?”

Margo shrugged. Knox kept going.

“You’ve been stressing yourself out trying to be perfect, and basically avoiding me at all costs. Doesn’t really give me a chance to show off my Daddy skills for you, does it?”

“You’ve been showing them off just fine to the other girls!” Margo blurted, immediately wincing at how jealous and petty she sounded.

“I’ve shown them my discipline skills, not my Daddy skills. Those two things are not the same.”

The suggestive tone in his voice recalled the moments she’d seen that side of him. The time he’d bent her over in the lobby and bared her bottom for his inspection and the time he’d built her a timeout chair with a hole in the seat for Christmas. Margo had feigned innocence, but she was pretty sure she knew exactly what the hole was for. The other girls had never seen that side of him. She knew that for a fact. She’d interrogated them after every spanking.