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There was a loud gasp and Margo jerked her attention from Knox to Mariah, who had gone as white as a sheet and was trembling. She cleared her throat, drawing Knox’s to her to make sure he noticed, and he rushed to continue.

“However, Margo knew that some of you in particular would not be okay with that, and loudly and clearly made me aware of that fact, stepping in to make sure I would not do that. I wanted you to know just in case any of you had forgotten how good of a friend she was and how much she loves all of you.”

Mariah met Margo’s gaze and mouthed “thank you”. The others looked on with wide eyes, having not been switched before and not knowing exactly what they’d been spared from. Margo shifted in her seat. “The switch sucks big hairy monkey balls,” she announced.

Her friends giggled and Knox shot Margo a stern glance, his brow quirked. “Is that how good little girls talk?”

Margo shrugged. “It’s how I talk. You shouldn’t worry about it. Get on with what you’re doing. We haven’t got all night, remember?”

“That’s right. We don’t. Especially since you and I still have to talk about rules and respect,” he said with a sharp warning in his tone.

Margo got the message and clamped her lips together, turning her attention to Jilly.

Knox cleared his throat and did the same. “Jilly, just like Margo, you were not the instigator, but you actively participated.”

“Yes, Mister Knox,” Jilly squeaked. “I’m sorry.”

“Well, you’re about to be sore and sorry.”

While Margo and the others looked on, he conducted a very thorough warm up, using his huge hand to redden every inch of her bottom. Jilly was already softly weeping by the time he finished with his hand and picked up the paddle.

“You’re getting twenty,” he announced.

“Yes, Mister Knox, I’m sorry,” she whimpered, apologizing again.

Margo held her breath as he raised the paddle over the center of Jilly’s pinkened bottom and brought it down with a loud smack that echoed through the room. Jilly wailed, already seemingly regretting her actions, but she stayed in place, and braced herself for the next. Knox didn’t draw it out, laying the first ten swats one after another, each in a different spot than the one before. Margo watched as the skin flattened, and then bounced back up redder than before.

“Your actions today while well intentioned, were ungrateful and disrespectful. I expect all of you to sit on hot bottoms after your spanking and write a letter of apology to Baze.”

“Yes, Sir.” His words made Jilly’s soft cries turn to loud sobs.

Margo reached forward and grabbed her hand to comfort her. She met Knox’s gaze and he nodded, letting her know that it was okay. Jilly’s breath hitched and she squeezed Margo’s hand hard.

“Last ten,” Knox announced. He lowered his aim for these ones, catching Jilly’s sit spots and the tops of her thighs.

Margo noticed he didn’t seem to be spanking quite as hard on the second set, and she knew he was thinking about what she’d told him in the courtyard. She sighed happily. He really was a good Daddy.

He finished up Jilly’s spanking, and immediately pulled up her Pull-up and flipped down her skirt before helping her to her feet and wrapping her in a tight hug. She squeezed back, then hopped over to Margo and hugged her before obediently sitting down at the table to write a letter of apology to Baze.

Knox looked out at the remaining girls. “All right, who’s next? You pick or I will.”

Chapter Ten

Knox

By the time he’d finished doling out spankings, proofreading apology letters, overseeing bedtime routines and tucking everyone into bed, Knox was exhausted, but there was still one very important Little who needed his attention and he couldn’t wait to give it to her.

After she’d washed her face and brushed her teeth, he’d sent her into her room to grab some of her things, including Mico, and told her to wait for him in his room. When he entered, she was sitting cross-legged in the middle of Baze’s bed, chattering away at Mico, her favorite Squishmallow.

“Mico, I think Knox will make a really good Daddy, but I’m not sure I’m ready to be a really good Little. What if I mess it up again? What if I get scared and panic and ruin everything?”

She was so intent on her one-sided conversation that she didn’t notice Knox until he came and sat on the end of the bed. When she saw him, she immediately stopped talking to the stuffed owl and clamped her lips shut, giving him the side eye.

“Whatcha doing?” he asked gently.

“I was just…” she trailed off and didn’t answer.

“It sounded like you were just telling Mico about some of your worries and fears.”