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Margo frowned, shrugged her shoulders and shook her head all at once. “Personally, I wouldn’t risk it.”

“Got it. Anything else I should know?”

“Jilly. She’s fragile. You have to be careful with her. You can’t be as harsh as you would be with the others. I’m honestly shocked she consented to let you punish her at all. I thought she only trusted Baze.”

“I’m aware of Jilly’s past, and her fragility. I’m sure you’re aware that while she has earned punishments since I’ve been here, and she has consented to being spanked if the situation warrants it, I’ve been opting for the non-physical kind of punishments. I haven’t laid a hand on her.”

“Is that still going to be true after tonight, though?” Margo asked pointedly.

“I’m not sure,” Knox answered honestly. “Probably not.” He pursed his lips and made a snap decision. “I won’t use a switch on her either. Anyone else you want to stick up for?”

“No, Sir. That’s everyone.”

“And you’ve agreed to accept the punishment I’ve chosen?”

She hesitated for just a moment and he could tell she was nervous, but she squared her shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

“All right then. Very good. Pull down your leggings and diaper and bend over and touch your toes.”

Margo went slack-jawed, gaping at him. “Ou-out here?” she stuttered.

“No better place,” he confirmed. “No danger of waking up your friends, and nobody’s going to happen along. Do as you’re told.”

Margo

What was it with this man and making her bare her bottom in public places? Okay, the hotel was currently under construction and closed to the public so they weren’t actually public places per se, but they weren’t behind the privacy of closed doors either.

It also wasn’t the first time he’d pulled this. The first time he’d punished her he’d met her in the casino after a spanking from Baze and made her pull down her diaper and pajamas and bend over to let him examine her bottom so he could ensure Baze had spanked her thoroughly before making her stand bare-assed in the corner of the casino where Baze or any of her friends could have happened by.

Now Baze was in Jamaica, and all of her friends were asleep, and the wedding guests were all gone, so the chance of anyone seeing them was basically zero, but it was still humiliating. Apparently her Daddy had an exhibitionist streak with a side of humiliation kink.

Still, she did as she was told, pulling her leggings and Pull-up to her feet, she bent at the waist and grabbed her ankles, painfully aware that the position gave him a clear view of all her most private places. The blood rushed to her head and her heart pounded in her chest.

“You’re getting six,” he told her. It seemed like a really low number, almost like he’d be better off not spanking her at all for all the effect it would have.

He took his position an arm’s length behind her, and she heard a strange whizzing noise as the switch flailed through the air on its way to her bottom.

When it hit, it took a moment for her to feel anything, and then sudden and intense pain seemed to slice through her, nearly knocking her off balance.

She jumped out of position and reached behind her, grabbing her bottom with both hands. She whirled on him. “What in the name of all that is holy was that?” she shrieked, bouncing in place as if the cold air would somehow lessen the pain she was feeling.

“That is a switch, chosen by an inexperienced Little who thought she was going to best her Daddy, not knowing that the thinnest switches are the most wicked,” Knox answered with a grin.

Margo glared at him. “Why didn’t you warn me?”

“That doesn’t really fall within the parameters of my job description. How was I supposed to know you didn’t do that on purpose? After all, spanking is your love language.”

“Well, I didn’t do it on purpose! I didn’t know! Let me choose a different one.” She sidled up to the tree and looked up into the branches, but all she saw were more super skinny and way too thick ones. Apparently Knox had already chosen all the good switches. She pointed to his collection at the base of the tree. “Let’s use one of those instead.”

Knox shook his head. “No dice, little one.”

“But it hurrrtsss!” Margo cried, glaring both at him and the switch he held in his hand.

“It’s supposed to. I chose a lower number because of the switch you picked. If I used a different one, it wouldn’t be that big a difference and you’d still get twice as many.”

“Twice as many?” Margo whined. “That’s not fair.”

“Maybe. It’s also irrelevant because it’s not on the table. Now get back in position or I’m starting over.”