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“You have no idea how badly I want to plug that naughty little bottom of yours,” he told her.

God help her, she kind of wanted it too. “You could,” she told him. “You are the Daddy.”

“I could, but that wasn’t the threat. A good Daddy does what he says. Nothing more, nothing less.”

His threat had been based on her saying one forbidden word, not four, but she didn’t bother pointing that out. He was in charge, and she liked that he stuck to his word, even when he had a reasonable excuse not to.

Knox sat on the bed beside her and grabbed her hands, hoisting her across his knees. She was still holding the spoon and he plucked it from her grasp.

“Okay, little girl. It’s time for part two of your punishment. Daddy is always gonna spank your bare bottom, so the pants and diaper are going down, and the tutu is going up.”

As always, he did exactly as he said, baring her bottom. She shuddered when the air in the room hit her skin.

Knox rubbed her bottom absentmindedly as he spoke. “You never need to be afraid that I’ll give up on you just because you messed up, but you need to know that I’ll always follow through on a threat. If I say you’ll be punished, you’ll be punished, and if I say how, then what I say goes. You’ll know what to expect with me. And today, you’re going to learn that I’m a strict Daddy who doesn’t like unladylike talk on Little girls lips. And you’re going to learn exactly what will happen when you break that rule. Understand?”

Margo’s breath hitched in her throat. The kind but threatening, firm but unyielding way that he spoke was already threatening to make her cry again. She didn’t know how she’d ended up so lucky to have found a Daddy like Knox, but she was so thankful she had, even if he was a fuddy-duddy about certain things.

The rule sucked, but this was her life now, and she’d adjust somehow, some way. She wanted to, for him.

“I’m going to start your spanking now so we can get it over with. You need to know you’re forgiven, and we both need to get back to work.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Margo felt bad already for having a breakdown and making him stop work to deal with her. No matter how bad the spanking was she wasn’t going to fight it.

He started with his hand. The first hard swat made her gasp for air, and when she did, she tasted the soap all over again. “Uggh gross,” she muttered.

“Tasting the consequences of your actions?” Knox asked with a chuckle as he continued to pepper her bottom with hard swats.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m really sorry.”

“I know you are, sweetie. And you’ll be sorrier before we are finished. Remember this the next time you feel like you want to say yucky words.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said again, determined to say nothing else.

He continued to spank, covering every inch of her bottom in hard swats with his hand, until she was sure it was red and hot to the touch all over.

Then, finally he stopped and picked up the spoon. “Every time you say naughty words, I’m going to spank your bottom with this spoon,” he told her, holding it just above her cheeks.

She sucked in a breath and braced herself. Margo knew spoons were awful, and the one she’d bought him was much sturdier and thicker than the one Baze sometimes used.

Still, nothing prepared her for the sharp and instant sting and deep pain when he brought it down across the center of her backside.

Her body went rigid, and her resolve to be good and stoic flew out the window.

“Ow, ow ow!” she cried, throwing her hands back to cover herself.

Knox didn’t scold her or tell her to move them. He simply took them and pinned them to the center of her back, holding them in place with one of his.

“Are you going to be good, or do I need to pin your legs as well?”

“I don’t know,” Margo answered honestly. “I’ll try to be good, but it really hurts.”

“It’s supposed to. You’re being punished. And it’s supposed to serve as a reminder to do better in the future.” He folded one of his legs over hers, pinning her in place. “You said four naughty words, so this will be the worst of it little one. I’m gonna make sure you don’t make that mistake again.”

Margo whimpered. That did not sound good. She concentrated on the way Knox’s thighs felt under her belly, on the way her pussy dampened when he spoke, and on the promise that all would be over soon and she’d be forgiven.

Knox picked up the spoon and started again. This time Margo stayed in place. She had no choice. The spoon bounced off her backside again and again. Knox never spanked the same place twice, and Margo knew he was carefully covering every inch of her bottom—the spankable parts anyway. It felt like it would never stop. The sting was unbearable, and when it passed, the pain settled into an ache deep in the tissue of her bottom. Spoons were the worst. She vowed to stay strong and take her spanking without crying, but that didn’t last. She felt terribly weepy and helpless and soon her eyes began to leak. When Knox moved his aim to the tender crease between her bottom and thighs, silent tears gave way to long mournful wails. When he brought the spoon down across the tops of her thighs and began to lecture again, she knew he was almost done. Her wails turned to sobs as she fell limp across his knees. Finally, he stopped, setting the spoon on the bed beside her.

He unwrapped his legs from around hers and let go of her hands, pulling her into his lap. The scratchy denim of his work jeans irritated her bottom, but she was too relieved to care. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she clung to him, burying her face in his chest.