Page 27 of Margo

Margo sighed deeply, causing her whole body to heave, and traced a pattern on the bedspread, refusing to look at him.

“What is it, little one?”

“I need to say this, but I know I’m probably gonna live to regret it.”

“Oh yeah?” Knox chuckled. “Do tell.”

“If I do that… really bad again… you should probably switch me.” She groaned as soon as the words left her mouth. “I really hate the switch. But I don’t want to mess this up. It could probably be really good. So if I do something that hurts us, that’s when you should use the switch, Daddy. Knowing that’s what will happen will help me remember to talk to you even when I don’t want to.”

Knox swelled with pride. He grabbed Margo’s hand and looked deep in her eyes. “I agree with you, little one. And I’m very proud of you for coming to that conclusion on your own. I know that wasn’t easy to say.”

“It really wasn’t. What’s the next rule?”

“The next rule is no lying to Daddy. I can’t do my job and take care of you if I don’t have all the information I need.”

Margo gulped, and he knew she was thinking of the spanking that still hung between them. She proved him right with her next question.

“Now that you’re kinda my Daddy, does that mean you’re gonna spank me for lying all those times?”

Knox shook his head. “Not tonight, little one.”

“Tomorrow.”

“I don’t think it will be tomorrow, either. I want to wait until you know you want this to be more than just a trial run.”

Margo hesitated, looking pained and uncertain. Knox frowned and waited for her to speak.

Finally she did, her voice so soft he had to strain to hear. “I think… I think I know that now.” She reached up and patted his cheek. “You’re a good Daddy, Daddy.”

Before he could even respond, she stood, lowered her pajama bottoms and diaper, and placed herself facedown across his lap.

Surprised, he threw his hands up into the air and laughed. “What are you doing, silly little girl?”

Margo remained in position, twisting her head to look at him over her shoulder. “I’m sticking to our agreement. You said when I was ready for you to be my Daddy, I had to be ready to submit to a spanking for lying to you.”

“So I did. And so you will. But not tonight. We have things to talk about and we’re in the middle of a conversation.” He pulled up the diaper and pajama bottoms she’d lowered and pulled her into his lap, hugging her tightly and planting little kisses all over her head and face.

“I’m so happy you want me to be your Daddy, little one. Are you sure though? I want you to be sure. I can wait. It’s okay. I don’t mind proving myself.”

Margo laid her head on his chest. “You already proved yourself, today. Over and over and over again.”

“That’s nice to hear, but I still don’t mind waiting. In fact, I’d prefer it. Today was an emotional day, and I don’t want you to jump into something you’re not ready for. Do you understand, little one? The question isn’t if you think I’ll make a good Daddy, or even if you want me to be your Daddy; the question is are you ready? For that and all it entails?”

“I ammmm,” Margo whined, squirming in his arms.

“You haven’t even heard my rules and expectations yet. Can we get through that conversation and then a trial run like we agreed on this afternoon? There’s no need to rush. We’ve got the rest of our lives.”

“You say that like you know it’s gonna work.”

“That’s because I do. I was meant to be your Daddy and you were meant to be my Little girl, and we can both be patient, and make it through this week before we make it official. Because when it’s official, little girl, you’re mine forever.”

Margo sighed. “Okay, Daddy. I’ll be patient.”

“Good girl. Now, can we make it through this conversation so we both can go to bed?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Margo