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She looked at Jilly, a hot tear running down her face. “How could you?”

Jilly looked back at her with wide eyes, seemingly startled by her hurt and anger. “Margo… we didn’t think you’d care. And waiting for a punishment really sucks.”

“So?” Margo cried, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. She hated that she was so upset, hated that she was showing weakness. The fact that the thought of Knox spanking her friends had her so tied in knots just made her angrier. At him, at herself and at them. “So what? Why can’t you just do what you told me to do and behave? What happened to being in control and controlling the situation by being good? What about what’s good for the goose being good for the gander and all that?” Her voice cracked. “What about solidarity?”

Jilly crossed the room and sat next to Margo on her bed, wrapping her arms around her. “Margo,” she whispered, “to be fair, we had no idea you would feel this way. Plus,” she added. “I was good, so you’re yelling at the wrong person.”

Margo didn’t want to hear it, shrugging out from under Jilly’s hug. “That was probably a coincidence. If you really cared about how I felt, you wouldn’t have given him consent, and you would have told the others to behave too.”

Jilly stood. “Margo,” she said none too gently. “I’m sorry you’re hurting. But my consent is mine to give, and you have no control over it.”

Margo knew she was right, and there was even a part of her that was proud of Jilly for standing up for herself, but mostly she was mad and didn’t want to hear it. “Whatever,” she harrumphed, throwing back her covers and burrowing under them so she didn’t have to have this conversation. “I’m going to bed.”

“Margo, Margo,” Jilly gently called her name, trying to coax her out from under the covers, but Margo stayed where she was, and turned away from Jilly, making it known that she didn’t want to talk.

She cried herself to sleep.

Knox

After getting all the girls settled for the evening, Knox walked through the hall, making sure lights were off, and there were no sounds of mischief or whispering or late-night giggle fests. As he paused outside the room Margo and Jilly shared, a soft noise stopped him in his tracks. Seeing that the door wasn’t quite closed, he leaned closer to the door and held his breath as he listened.

His heart hitched as he recognized the sound of Margo crying. His hand reached for the doorknob before their last conversation replayed in his mind.

“You can go,” he conceded. “But before you do, I just want to remind you that you do still hold the control in this situation.”

She was already walking away, but when she heard that, she turned to face him. “I do?”

“Yes, you do. If you don’t want me to punish you, you can choose to be a good girl and not break the rules.”

“That sucks donkey dicks,” Margo informed him. “But fine, challenge accepted.” With that, she turned and walked from the room.

As much as the Daddy inside him wanted to go inside, scoop her into his arms and cuddle her, she was not yet ready.

“You’re right, little one,” he murmured softly to himself. “This really does suck donkey dicks.”

Releasing the door, he walked away. He’d meant it when he’d said she had the control in this situation. All he could do was wait and see what her next move would be.

Chapter Five

December 27th

Margo

Margo waited in the hallway across from the room that Jade and Mariah shared, with her arms crossed over her chest.

Knox was in there spanking Mariah for some reason unbeknownst to Margo, and even though she knew she shouldn’t care, she was obsessing. She’d been shocked when every single one of her friends had given Knox consent to spank them while Baze was gone, stabbing her in the back.

She held her breath and tried to listen, but she couldn’t hear a thing. The soundproofing Baze’d had done was too good.

She was driving herself crazy imagining her friend across Knox’s lap, his hard hand splayed across her freckled bottom. How many would he do? Would he use an implement or just his hand? Would he bare her bottom, and if he did, would she like it? Would he?

Margo liked being spanked. Period. But when Knox did it, it felt different. Her pussy ached and her nipples pebbled. Desire rushed through her body, setting her nerves on fire. The thought of Knox spanking anyone else made her green with jealousy. She knew it made no sense. Luna shared Baze with all of them, and never got jealous. Then again, Baze had only had eyes for Luna from day one. Knox was interested in Margo, obviously, but she’d panicked and turned him down. What if he decided to choose a Little who was a lot less trouble? What if he gave up on her and ended up with one of her friends? She knew she wouldn’t be able to bear that. Especially if he moved to Utopia. If that happened, she’d have to run away. She wouldn’t be able to stay. She’d be too mad at him, and at herself and at whichever friend he ended up with.

Tears pricked her eyes, and she wiped them with the back of her hand, annoyed at herself for getting so worked up. She’d turned Knox down, not the other way around.

She’d almost managed to talk herself out of caring so much when the door to Mariah’s bedroom door swung open.

Crap on a cracker. She didn’t want him to see her spying, so she ducked into her room, and stood behind the door, watching as he went into the living room. A few more minutes passed, and Mariah exited, her hair mussed and her eyes red-rimmed and puffy.