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“Not really. I didn’t like the switch but if you keep your promise and only use it for really big naughties, then it will be okay.”

“I promise to only use the switch for naughties that threaten to harm our relationship, like lying or not communicating.”

Margo blinked, then gasped. “But… I’m already in trouble for lying! Are you gonna switch me?” She didn’t think that was fair, and mentally coached herself to be respectful when disagreeing, whatever that meant.

“No, not this time. That wasn’t the agreement we made and that’s not what I’m planning to do when the time comes.”

“Oh. Good.” Margo nodded. “That wouldn’t be fair.”

“I agree. Moving on to the next thing. Timeout, corner time, essay writing, lines.”

“I already get all those.”

“Okay. Now come some that are a little less conventional. Butt plugs, nipple clamps, forced baby time, soap.”

“Soap?” Margo screeched. “Soap where?” She was picturing all manner of odd things and was thoroughly confused.

“In your mouth,” Knox answered patiently.

“Ooohhh… if I say a naughty word?” Margo winced. Soap in her mouth did not sound pleasant and that rule was one she was sure she would break before the week was over.

“Yes, little one. If you say a naughty word Daddy will spank your bottom and wash your mouth out with soap.” He paused. “If you agree to that.”

Margo stuck her tongue out and made gagging noises. “That sounds really yucky.”

“Yes, well, it’s not supposed to be pleasant. And it will surely help you remember what Daddy expects from his Little girl, won’t it?”

She heaved a resigned sigh and agreed. “Fine, and yes, I’m okay with all the other stuff you mentioned. I’m pretty much okay with mostly everything, and if I’m not, I promise to tell you. Respectfully,” she added as an afterthought.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. When I’m your Daddy for real and for always, I’ll want you to be mine, mind body and soul. So that brings us to sexual limits. I think anything sexual should be off the table until we are official.”

Margo shifted uncomfortably. Her pussy was already soaked just from this conversation and thinking about all the things Daddy would do to her if she was naughty. Not to mention she’d been in a perpetual state of sexual frustration since Knox had arrived at Utopia six weeks ago. “Respectfully disagree,” she said.

“Oh?” Knox raised his eyebrows, but he looked intrigued rather than upset so Margo pushed forward.

“You’ve already seen everything. You touched me when you changed my diaper, and you see me naked when you change me. You don’t do that with the other girls. So in that regard I’m already letting you take care of me and touch me the way a Daddy would.”

“But sex between a Daddy and his girl is special. I think we should wait until you know you’re ready.”

“I’m ready for that,” Margo huffed.

Knox shifted and she saw him stifle a groan. She knew he wanted it just as much as she did. She wasn’t blind or stupid.

“A trial run should be a trial run of all the parts or how will I know I’m ready?” she stated.

“When you put it that way, it’s hard to argue.”

“So don’t. We both know you don’t want to.” Feeling brave, she climbed onto his lap and straddled his legs, facing him. She enjoyed feeling his erection straining through his jeans, pressing against her aching pussy.

He moaned and gripped her hips. “You really are a naughty Little girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy. The question is what are you gonna do about it?”

Chapter Eleven

Knox

Oh dear God. This wasn’t how he’d expected tonight to go. He’d thought they’d have a simple straightforward chat about rules and punishments and then both agree that sex was currently off the table. Then he’d tuck her into bed, and they’d cuddle until they both drifted off to sleep.