Page 33 of Margo

“Oh, I see. Well, that settles it.” Knox let go of her and hopped out of bed, pulling his clothes on while she stared at him wondering what had just happened.

“I… why are you getting dressed, Daddy? I thought we just decided on a cereal morning.”

Knox cocked a brow at her. “We most certainly did not agree on that. You said it would be a special treat and I said well, that settles it, because it does. Not a single one of you, and especially not your friends, deserves a special treat today. Not while the common area still looks the way it does.”

“Oh.” Margo’s stomach sank as she remembered the mess. They’d worked on it for hours and barely made a dent.

“In fact,” Knox said sternly, “I’m gonna go ahead and say no treats until every last puzzle and game piece is sorted out and the play area sparkles like new.”

Margo sighed. “That’s gonna take forever. We’re never gonna have treats again.” She sat up in bed but didn’t move to get dressed like she normally would. If Knox truly wanted to be her Daddy and all that it entailed, he was supposed to do that for her. That’s what they had decided on last night.

She watched as Knox put on his socks and slid his feet into leather house slippers. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she was all too aware that she was already falling into old habits and testing him. Or maybe she wasn’t. Maybe she just felt like she was. In reality, if they’d agreed he was responsible for dressing and changing her, then she was doing exactly what she was supposed to do. Nothing.

She held her breath as Knox stood and turned his attention to her. She waited for him to say something, to tell her to get a move on or to scold her for still being in bed. But Knox didn’t say a word. He simply came around to her side of the bed and scooped her into his arms, cradling her like a baby.

“You’re very wet,” he told her as he laid her on top of the changing table Baze kept for Luna. “You fell asleep last night while I was diapering you.”

“I was very tired,” Margo said with a giggle. “It was an eventful day. Is that why I don’t have any jammas on?”

“Indeed it is. Although, I have to admit, I like you sleeping next to me in nothing but a diaper. I might have to make it a rule.”

“That’s a silly rule,” Margo said, but she was smiling on the inside. She’d much rather sleep naked. The only reason she didn’t was because she always had roommates.

Margo breathed a deep sigh of relief as Knox went into full Daddy mode, releasing the tabs on her wet diaper and discarding it before lifting her legs to slip a fresh one under her bottom. While she lay there in awe, he used a wipe to thoroughly and carefully clean her pussy, inner thighs and bottom until she was clean and dry. He grabbed a bottle of baby powder and shook it liberally over her private parts, coating her in the sweet-smelling powder before pulling in the sides of the diaper and tightly fastening the tabs.

“Stay here while Daddy picks out your outfit for today,” he told her before turning away to rummage in the suitcase they’d packed some of her clothing and other belongings in the night before.

Margo turned her head to the side and watched him pull out each item and fold it into neat piles. Her insides were all gooey as he carefully considered each item. It made no sense, but him picking out her clothing for the day felt more intimate than him changing her diaper or giving her a bath or spanking her or even sex.

Margo couldn’t remember the last time she hadn’t picked out her own clothes. Not since she’d been old enough to dress herself. Baze picked out and bought her clothes a few times, but he never went so far as to instruct her on what to wear that day, aside from the few times they’d all worn matching items and he’d told them as a group what to wear to a fancy dinner or for a Christmas picture.

Knox took special care in selecting each item and finally came back with blue and pink striped leggings, a blue tutu, and a pink top with a blue owl on it. “Will this work?” he asked, holding the outfit up for her approval.

He could have chosen a burlap sack for her to wear, and she’d have been touched that he chose it for her, but the outfit he had picked was actually one of her favorites, making the touching gesture even sweeter and more meaningful.

Margo nodded. “That’s perfect Daddy. That’s my favorite shirt.”

“Because it reminds you of Mico?”

Margo gasped. “How did you know?”

Knox chuckled. “Lucky guess.” He carefully and slowly put the leggings on, rolling the fabric up her legs and over her diapered bottom and then pulled the tutu up over the top of it. He helped her sit up and pulled the top over her head, helping her work her arms through the arm holes before pulling it down over her chest and torso and tucking the hem into her tutu.

She clung to him when he finished and he lifted her down from the changing table, setting her on her feet before looking at his watch.

“It’s ten till eight,” he informed her. “I need to go make sure the girls are up and getting ready for the day. Then we’ll head down to the kitchen and start breakfast.”

“What are we gonna make?” Margo asked with a sigh.

“Something with eggs. Y’all are gonna need protein for energy and brain power to get that mess cleaned up today.”

She started to ask another question, but he held up a finger for her to wait and left the room to check on her friends. Margo’s stomach was in knots as she waited for him to return. At this late hour anyone who wasn’t up would probably end up in trouble. They wouldn’t have enough time to get up and ready before the 8 o’clock deadline and it didn’t matter that Knox was late to check on them. They all were responsible for their own alarms and schedules. They knew what the rules were.

Knox returned a few minutes later and Margo pelted him with questions. Ones that she’d thought of while he was gone and the one she’d been about to ask before he left. “Was everybody up? Is anybody in trouble? If they aren’t up, are you going to spank them, or just give them lines or something? What if we don’t get all the mess cleaned up today?”

“One question at a time, little one,” he said, before taking a deep breath and answering them all in the order they’d been asked. “Jade wasn’t up yet. Yes, she’s going to be in trouble. Normally, I’d probably just make her write lines, but if she had lines to write today, that would just mean she’d have less time to help with the playroom clean up, and that wouldn’t be fair to you or the others, so yes, she will be getting a spanking tonight. And to answer your last question, I’d fall off my chair in shock if y’all managed to get the entire mess sorted out and cleaned up in a day. I don’t really expect that or even think it’s possible, so no, you won’t be in trouble if it’s not done as long as I can tell you worked on it and made a good amount of progress. However, there will be no treats or free time until it is finished, even if that takes several days.”

Margo sighed. She wasn’t happy with his answers, even if they were fair and just and made perfect sense. She still hated the idea of him spanking anyone but her and no free time sucked hairy monkey balls.