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She thought about arguing and whining some more to try to get him to change his mind but remembered what he’d said earlier about keeping his word and thought better of it. She was weeping as she bent over in front of him.

“Five more,” Knox told her. “Try to stay in position this time, or I will start over,” he repeated his earlier threat.

The second one hurt as much as the first and for a moment she forgot to breathe. She hated this. Switches were not her love language. Margo kept a tight hold on her ankles, forcing herself to not move as she braced herself for the next.

The third and fourth fell in quick succession, one right below the other, raising identical lines of fire across her backside. Hot tears soaked her face, blurring her vision. She didn’t dare let go of her ankles to wipe them away.

“Last one,” Knox promised. She heard it slice through the air and winced at the sound it made. When it hit, she shrieked, and as soon as it was over, she jumped up and grabbed her bottom.

Knox opened his arms and she stumbled into them. “Not a fan of the switch, huh, little one?”

“It’s stupid!” Margo cried into the soft flannel of his work shirt. “So, so stupid. I don’t want you to use it ever again!”

“How about I make you a deal? I’ll only use it if you do something very naughty like lie to your Daddy or try to push me away. How does that sound?”

Margo sniffled. It sounded truly awful because she was sure she’d end up doing both of those things at some point, but it also sounded very Daddy-like. Luna hated Baze’s belt, and he only used it on her and only for the most egregious offenses.

She wiped her eyes on his shirt and looked up at him. “If I agree to that, will you promise to keep it just between us?”

“Keep what between us? What do you mean, little girl?”

“I mean like… if it’s only for really bad things… can it just be for you and me? Can you not switch the other girls?”

Knox looked a bit stunned by her ask, but he paused to consider and slowly nodded his agreement. “I think we can do that. It will be good for us to have something like that, just for us. Of course, we will hopefully have many of those things, after we’ve talked tonight.” There was a whisper of lust and a hint of suggestion in his voice and when he winked at her, Margo blushed and gulped. She knew exactly what he meant.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said again, burying her face in his chest once more.

“And you’re forgiven, little one. Now, let’s pull up your pants, and head upstairs. Daddy will put you to bed. It’s time for your nap.”

She thought about arguing and telling him that she’d barely woken up from a nap, but she was still sleepy. Fighting and crying had worn her out. She picked up her diaper and pants from around her ankles and pulled them over her throbbing bottom. “Am I going to take a nap in my room, Daddy?”

Prior to her spanking, and then talking, she would have fought to do so, but now she really hoped the answer was no.

“No, little one.” Knox took her hand and led her from the courtyard. “From now on, you sleep in Daddy’s bed where you belong.”

His answer made the prospect of a second nap totally worth it.

Chapter Eight

Knox

Once they were back in the penthouse, he changed Margo’s diaper, and put a salve on her bottom before dressing her in fresh jammies. It was the middle of the day, but they wouldn’t be going anywhere.

Margo was surprisingly sweet and compliant through the whole thing, allowing him to change, clean and dress her without argument. He carried her to bed, and laid her under the covers, tucking them tightly around her.

“Daddy, I don’t have Mico,” Margo cried.

“Mico?”

“Mico is my squishy owl. He always goes to bed with me, and I can’t sleep without him.”

“He’s in your room?”

Margo nodded and Knox grunted. From what he knew of Jilly’s past, the last thing she needed was to wake up and find him rummaging in their room looking for a damned stuffed owl.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said, taking off his jeans and flannel shirt and climbing into bed beside her. “How about for this nap, I’ll be your squishy owl, and after dinner tonight we’ll go in your room and get Mico, and anything else you’ll need to stay with Daddy until Baze and Luna get back. Will that work?”

Margo looked dubious, but she cuddled against his chest. “I also don’t have my binky,” she grumbled.