Page 41 of Margo

Knox sat on the bed and called her over to him. She stood between his knees, and he took her hands in his.

“Margo, naughties are going to happen. Especially with new rules you aren’t used to. I’m not angry, and I have no intention of throwing in the towel over a few unladylike words.”

“But… at lunch you said it was a boundary. Mister Daddy says it’s important to respect boundaries.”

“For your friends… in that moment, it was a boundary because they were abusing their freedom for no other reason than to bother me because they could. For you, it’s a rule. We knew it was gonna be hard and it was gonna get broken easily. We talked about that, remember?”

“Yeah.” Margo sniffled and Knox grabbed a tissue from a box on the nightstand and held it up to her nose.

“Blow.”

She blew, filling the tissue with snot. Knox wadded it up and discarded it to throw away later. “There. Are you feeling any better, little one?”

“Yeah. I guess so.” Margo looked at the floor and then back up at Knox. “Do I really gotta get punished? It was an accident.”

“I’m afraid so, little one. I punish for accidents so they don’t become habits.”

“It won’t!” Margo crumpled. She knew she was fighting a losing battle. “I don’t wanna have soap.”

“I know you don’t, but you were very naughty. This will help you remember to do better next time.”

“Okay, Daddy.” Margo was too exhausted to argue. Crying so much already had taken all the fight out of her. “Are you gonna spank me first?” She figured he was, they were already basically in position. In two quick moves he could have her over his knee with her pants down around her ankles.

“No. I’m going to wash out your mouth first. You’ll be able to still taste the remnants of soap while I’m spanking you. It will help drive the point home.”

Margo sighed. Why did bossy types have to be so sadistically creative? It wasn’t enough that he planned to wash out her mouth with soap. He wanted her to continue to taste it throughout her spanking. Of course he did.

Knox took her hands, and stood , leading her into Baze’s master bath. She sat down on the edge of the tub and watched as he rummaged through drawers, eventually producing a fresh bar of hotel soap still in the wrapper.

Margo chewed on her lower lip and grimaced as she watched him slowly unwrap it and then run it under the tap, getting it wet and producing a lather. At least it wasn’t a full-sized bar, she told herself. Thank goodness for small favors.

“Margo.” Knox spoke softly but firmly and with authority. “Come here please.”

Whimpering, Margo pulled herself to her feet and shuffled toward him. When she reached him, he cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“This is going to be yucky, and you won’t like it. But it will be over quickly enough, and you’ll get your spanking and be all forgiven.”

“Yes, Daddy.” A lone tear fell down her cheek. She was nervous, but not scared.

“Open wide,” Knox instructed, holding the soap near her lips.

She forced herself to obey, and as soon as she had, Knox slipped the bar of soap between her lips, holding it with one hand and her chin with the other.

He was very thorough, scraping the small bar of soap against her tongue and the roof and sides of her mouth. She gagged, and he withdrew it and patiently waited for her to recover.

When she did, he replaced it, and proceeded to thoroughly wash her mouth, lingering a little longer than she felt was necessary. Soap bubbled on her tongue, and snot and tears ran down her face, but she kept her mouth open wide, determined to take her punishment like a good girl, and show her Daddy that she really was sorry.

Finally, Knox removed the bar of soap. “That was a little longer than it would usually go since you said so many naughty words.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m really sorry.”

Knox set a washcloth in the sink and used it to gently wipe the soap and tears from her face, then handed her a small glass of water. “Swish and spit. Don’t drink unless you want the soap to go into your esophagus. One rinse is all you get until after your spanking.”

Margo filled her mouth with water and swished it all around. At first, she wasn’t sure if it helped diminish the soap taste or just spread it around more, but once she spit, she could feel the difference. The sour taste was still there but it was no longer coating every surface. She handed the glass back to Knox and he set it down. Taking her hand, he lead her back to the bedroom.

“Sit on the bed,” he instructed her.

Margo did as she was told and watched as Knox walked to the closet and dug around in his luggage. He returned holding the box she had given him for Christmas and set it on the bed beside her. Margo peered at the contents even though she knew them by heart. Cheeseboard, spoon, butt plug. Her stomach knotted as she wondered what he would pick. She didn’t have to wonder for long as he picked up the spoon, and handed it to her, before picking up the box and returning it to the closet. When he came back, he was smiling.