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Margo took one look at her, and emotion bubbled in her chest. She jumped out in front of Mariah, pointing a finger in her face.

“What did you do to get yourself spanked?” she hissed, her tone accusatory.

Mariah stopped short, taken aback. “I… I didn’t do my chore today. Not that it’s any of your business.”

“What was your chore?” Margo tried to remember, visualizing the chore chart in her head.

“I was supposed to clean the bathroom,” Mariah answered with a sigh.

It made sense. Aside from laundry, that was the most hated chore. Whoever had it almost always ended up needing the “extra motivation” to get it done. But Margo wasn’t appeased.

“Did you honestly forget or did you not do it on purpose?”

Mariah frowned, looking annoyed. “I don’t know. I just kept putting it off and then I ran out of time.”

“Well, what did Knox say? Did he spank you or give you some other punishment?”

“He did exactly what Baze would have done. Spanked me and told me that now I have to do it with a hot bottom. Which is what I’m trying to do. If you’ll excuse me, I have to finish it before bedtime, or I’ll be in even more trouble.”

She walked away, into the large main bathroom, and Margo followed her.

“Well, how did he do it? Did he use his hand or an implement?” She leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms over her chest.

Mariah opened the cabinet under the sink and took out the cleaning spray. She took out the Windex and paper towels and started on the massive bathroom mirror. “He used my hairbrush. Why does it matter?”

Margo ignored her question and answered with one of her own. “Did he spank you on the bare?”

“Do Daddies spank any other way?” Mariah answered with a sigh.

Margo could tell she was getting annoyed, but she didn’t care. She had questions and she wanted answers, dammit. “Well, how did it feel? Did you like it? Did he get hard? Was his voice growly?”

Mariah stopped what she was doing and stared at her, blinking slowly. “I… you… Margo, I am not doing this with you. If you want to know how Knox spanks, do something to earn one.”

Margo scowled. Mariah seemed to have forgotten that she’d already been spanked by Knox. “I know how he spanks me,” she explained, exasperated. “I want to know how he spanked you.”

“Well… want in one hand and poop in the other and see which one fills up faster,” Mariah said, then shoved Margo out of the doorway and shut the door in her face.

Margo’s jaw dropped open as the lock clicked into place. “Rude!” she yelled.

“You’re being rude! Just so you know, jealousy isn’t a good look on you!” Mariah yelled through the closed door.

Margo just stood there, pissed as hell. Mariah was supposed to be her friend. She was supposed to be Team Margo. It shouldn’t have been a big deal to answer a few simple questions. Mariah didn’t need to slam the door in her face, and she certainly didn’t need to imply that Margo was jealous.

As she stood there, staring at the closed door, Knox came out of the room Margo shared with Jilly. Margo turned from staring at the door and gawked at him, confused. The last time she’d seen him, he’d been headed into the living room. When had he ended up in her room, and why? When he saw her, he stopped, raising his eyebrows with a look of concern. “Everything okay, Margo?”

“Everything is fine,” Margo answered. Not meeting his gaze, she rushed past him and into her own room, closing the door firmly, with a satisfying thud, stopping just short of slamming it, and looked at her crying roommate with a smile. If she couldn’t get answers from Mariah, she’d get them from Jilly. Piece of cake.

Chapter Six

December 29th

Margo

Thump!

The sound shook the floor, waking Margo, and she jumped out of bed. She hadn’t been sleeping well since Mister Daddy Baze had left for his honeymoon leaving Knox in charge, so she’d gone back to bed after breakfast. It wasn’t naptime, but there was nothing in the rules that said she couldn’t go back to bed. If Knox noticed, which he probably wouldn’t, and asked, she’d tell the truth. She wasn’t feeling good.

Everyone else had probably spent free time playing and doing chores, and now, from the sounds of it, they were getting into trouble. Either that or somebody was hurt.