36. Chapter Thirty-Five
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
MARGERY
T he first thing Margery saw was the bed, which had emerald sheets on it, her favorite color. Her eyes ran over to the left and saw cubicles full of coloring books, toys, and several stuffed zebras. But the thing that really caught her eye was the little table with a tea set on it.
A freaking tea set.
Tears pooled in her eyes as she stared at it. How did Daddy know?
“You can walk around and touch things. If you want to play with some of it, you can. Everything in the room is yours. And if you don’t like something or there’s something missing, let me know.” He was being so kind.
She continued to stare at the tea set on the little table. She had talked herself out of buying one for several years. Telling herself she really didn’t need one. But here it was; she finally had one.
Her Daddy had gotten her one.
“Margery?” Daddy gently said as he knelt in front of her. “Are you okay?”
“How?” she whispered.
“How what?”
“How did you know?” She was still shocked that there was a tea set in the room.
“Know about what?” Daddy asked. “Are you okay?”
She shook her head and sobbed. She wasn’t actually expecting to get a tea set. She figured it would have been another onesie or some coloring books. But she definitely wasn’t expecting all of this.
“Talk to Daddy. What’s got you crying?” His voice was laced with concern.
“How did you know about the tea set? That I wanted one?”
“When we were graduating, I asked about one of your favorite things you had as a kid. You talked about the tea set your dad got you. You sounded so sad about it, and I asked you what happened to it. You told me your mom got rid of it, and I knew then that I was going to get you another one so you could play with it whenever you wanted.”
Margery couldn’t believe he remembered that from over eighteen years ago. She had completely forgotten what she told him.
“I forgot about that,” she whispered.
“But I didn’t. I knew it was important to you, and I was going to make sure you got it. I know it’s eighteen years late, but you have the rest of your life to play with it. ”
Tears ran down her face. Did he know how much this meant to her? It was like he was healing part of her inner child.
“I know, Little one. Come here.” Daddy held his arms open.
She launched herself into his arms and let it all out. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close as she sobbed.
Margery didn’t know how long Daddy held her or how long she actually cried. But what she did know was she felt better, lighter than before.
“You’re such a good girl. You deserve this and the world.”
She held onto him tighter. He was making everything better.
“Do you want to play with the tea set?” Daddy asked.
Margery pulled it back and nodded. “Let me go grab Jonesy!”
“No need. I placed him on the bed last night.”
She quickly looked over and realized she had missed Jonesy sitting on the bed. How had she missed him?
“I’m a terrible stuffed animal mom,” she wailed.
“You’re not a terrible stuffed animal mom. I kept you occupied last night. And when you fell asleep, I quietly got out of bed and grabbed him from downstairs.”
“What if I had asked for him earlier?” she asked.
How could he have known she wouldn’t ask for Jonesy before he showed her the room?
“You didn’t, but I tried to keep you occupied.”
Made sense. He had kept her occupied all morning. The bath, them talking about the bet, and him showing her the onesie.
“Now, how about we go play?” he suggested.
She nodded and ran toward the bed, grabbing Jonesy before heading to the little table. She carefully placed him on one of the chairs before she sat down. Daddy sat next to her, and she smiled.
Her gaze wandered over toward the cubicles. She saw a sparkling tiara and let out a little squeal. Pushing her chair back, she skipped over toward the cubicles and grabbed the tiara.
“I’m the queen,” she declared as she put the tiara on.
“Am I the king?” Daddy asked.
Margery giggled and shook her head. Daddy fake gasped and held his hand over his heart.
“Then what am I?”
She giggled even more as she sat down. Daddy wasn’t going to like what he was.
“Your Majesty, who am I?”
“The butler!”
She held a straight face for as long as she could, but Daddy’s face was priceless. She found herself giggling and then full-on laughing, almost falling out of her chair. Daddy quickly held on to her and helped her sit up.
“The butler? How am I only the butler?”
She shrugged but still laughed.
“You don’t know?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know. I didn’t hire you. Jonesy did!” She pointed toward her stuffed zebra. Daddy gasped and looked over at Jonesy.
“And Jonesy is who?”
“One of my bodyguards,” Margery sniggered.
Daddy’s eyebrows drew together. “Your bodyguard hired me?”
She giggled and nodded. “I don’t make the rules. That’s just how it is. Jonesy is one of my bodyguards and decided to hire you as the butler. If you’re nice to both of us, you may get promoted.”
“Promoted. To what?
Margery shrugged her shoulders. “Let me ask Jonesy that. He’s the one who would know since he did hire you.”
“You do that. I’ll get the tea ready while you talk to Jonesy.”
Daddy made himself busy as she started to titter to Jonesy.
“What does Daddy Butler get if he’s nice to us?” she whispered.
She gasped at what Jonesy told her.
“No. There has to be something else. He can’t go from a butler to that .”
Margery looked at Jonesy, waiting to tell her he made a mistake. But as Jonesy replied, she realized he hadn’t made a mistake.
“I’m not going to tell him that. Nope. There’s no way. That’s a big jump from butler. Don’t you think there should be something in between? Several different things?”
She waited a couple of seconds as Jonesy thought.
“No? I really think it’s a big jump. I think there should be four or five different stages before that. Well, how am I supposed to tell him that? Just tell him? You must be out of your mind. I’m the queen.”
“Is everything okay?” Daddy asked.
Margery looked at Daddy and gave him a smile.
“Umm, yes. I think so. Jonesy and I were just having a heated discussion.”
“And what did Jonesy say about my promotion?”
“Promotion in question. We haven’t decided whether you’re actually getting it or not. Remember, I said if you were nice to both of us, you might get promoted. Keyword, might.”
Daddy raised an eyebrow. “Are you giving me some attitude?”
She straightened her back and looked him directly in the eye. “I am queen. If you ask a stupid question, you’re going to get some attitude.”
“Watch it, Little girl. Just because we’re playing doesn’t give you the right to be rude.”
Margery eyed him. “But I’m the queen. I don’t need to watch my tone to the butler. You work for me, not the other way around.”
Daddy’s eyes narrowed in on her. “Last warning.”
She looked over at Jonesy. “Do you think he’s bluffing?” she whispered.
Jonesy blinked at her several times but didn’t give her an answer.
“Well, you aren’t very helpful,” she mumbled.
“Maybe he’s telling you I’m not bluffing,” Daddy Butler said.
“Ah, shut up. I wasn’t asking you.”
Right as those words came out of her mouth, Margery knew it was a mistake.
“I’m sorry!” she yelled. “I wasn’t thinking, and it just came out. I didn’t mean it! I really am sorry!”
“I have given you two warnings. You knew what you were doing.”
She held her breath as she waited for what was coming next. Maybe he wouldn’t blister her bottom and just send her to the corner like last time. That’s what she hoped, at least.
“Stand up,” Daddy commanded.
But she continued to sit, still in shock.
“One.”
Her eyebrows went up, and she quickly stood, not wanting to get into even more trouble. Why couldn’t she have kept her big mouth shut? Why did she tell Daddy to shut up?
“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to introduce this until later, but I was clearly wrong. This corner is the naughty corner. See, I even added a sign on the wall.”
Daddy wasn’t joking. There was a sign that said, ‘Margery’s Naughty Corner.’
“Come lay yourself over Daddy’s lap.”
She hadn’t even realized he had moved to sit on the chair. Letting out a shaky breath, she slowly made her way over to Daddy.
“Come on, over my lap,” Daddy repeated.
Margery crawled over his lap and took several deep breaths. Worry was churning in her stomach with every passing second.
“I’m really sorry,” she whispered .
“I know you are, but you were naughty. Daddy gave you two warnings, and you continued.”
The guilt was already starting to eat her up inside. It felt like a hard ball in her stomach, weighing her down. He had given her two warnings, and yet she still disobeyed. She hadn’t really been paying attention since she was talking to Jonesy. But she should have known better. That wasn’t a good excuse.
“I’m really sorry, Daddy. I just wasn’t. I don’t know.”
Daddy opened the back of her onesie and started to rub her bottom. A shiver ran through her, but she knew nothing could happen. This was a punishment. There was no pleasure in a punishment.
“I think you were testing the waters. Seeing if I would actually punish you or not. That’s okay. Daddy’s here to show you that you can be naughty, that I will punish you, and all is forgiven after.”
“I don’t want a spanking, though. Maybe we can do corner time instead? I like that idea.”
Burning pain spread across her bottom. Margery screamed out in pain. She was not expecting to get smacked on the bottom for that.
“I’m the Daddy. I’m the one who gives out the punishments and decides what they are. Not you,” Daddy said firmly.
She knew it was wrong of her to do that. She had wanted to try at least.
“Daddy’s going to give you a couple of spanks to warm up your bottom. Then the actual spanking will start. ”
Nerves filled her body. This was her first official spanking from him, and she was feeling a lot of emotions.
“At any point if it gets to become too much, you say your safe word. Can you tell me what it is?”
“Red,” she whispered.
“Good girl. If, at any point, you need to use it, use it. I won’t be mad. We will talk about it, and then I’ll find a different punishment if we still have more to do.”
The thought of saying her safe word and possibly getting a different punishment didn’t sit well with her. She knew if that happened, it was going to feel like a whole other punishment.
Did she really want that?
No .
“Margery, I can hear what you’re thinking,” Daddy said quickly.
Her eyes went wide, and her whole body tensed. He could? She thought he couldn’t hear what she thought. Had that changed, or was he lying before?
“It might feel like a new punishment, but I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to trigger you. So, if you need to use your safe word, you say it.”
And now she was feeling guilty about possibly keeping it from him. She knew her thought was wrong; that she shouldn’t keep it from him. But she really didn’t want to change punishments, and it feel like two.
Margery didn’t feel like she deserved two punishments. What she had done didn’t deserve two punishments.
She knew what she had done was naughty. She knew that. But it wasn’t the worst thing she could have done. Other things could have been worse. Margery couldn’t think of them off the top of her head, but she knew there were.
“Promise me you’ll say it if you need to.”
Margery took a deep breath in. “I promise.”
She knew what he was doing was the best. He was just trying to protect her. And she loved that about him. When she didn’t have her own best interests at heart, he did. Daddy was always looking out for her.
Daddy’s hand slowly started to rub her bottom. “I haven’t decided whether I want to plug your bottom first or if I want to spank it.”
Margery started to wiggle on his lap. She had completely forgotten about being plugged.
“I think I’m going to plug you first. Thankfully, you don’t have to get off my lap. I had placed this plug here when I set the room up, knowing I would use it at one point.”
She took in a shaky breath. She had hoped the spanking would come first, and then he would forget about plugging her. But sadly, that wasn’t the case. Daddy was too smart for that.
Margery heard something slide open. Her palms started to get sweaty. Was it going to fit? How big was it?
Daddy’s hands weren’t on her. She could easily slide off his lap and make a run for it. It sounded appealing, but she knew it would land her in even more trouble.
“Can you reach around and pull your cheeks apart?” Daddy asked.
Margery wanted to tell him no, but she knew it wasn’t a question but a command formed into a question. Daddy’s favorite .
She followed his instruction and felt so exposed, just how he wanted her.
“Daddy is going to squirt some lube on you and insert a finger to spread it around. Then, I’m going to put some on the plug, and you’re going to take a nice deep breath in and slowly let it out. When you let it out, I’m going to push the plug in.”
There were two parts of Margery that wanted to know but also didn’t want to. It was a lot of information, and she wouldn’t be able to remember it all. At the same time, she was glad Daddy told her. That way, she wasn’t blindsided by what was going to happen.
Cold. That’s what Margery felt when the lube hit her puckered hole. She flinched and gripped her cheeks tighter.
“Daddy’s sorry. I should have warmed it.”
Margery definitely wasn’t expecting him to warm it for her. This was a punishment; it seemed fitting. It would be really weird for him to warm it up and make it seem like it was for her pleasure.
She knew that wasn’t true because it was the latter part that really mattered. When he made her do things to get it to move, but had no release. That was when things got real.
Her back arched as Daddy slowly pushed his finger inside of her. Moaning, she tried to wiggle her hips, but a quick swat to her bottom stopped her movements.
“No moving. You’re not going to get off. Be a good girl and stay still.”
Margery clenched her jaw and tried to focus on something else. But it was so hard when Daddy was having a fun time moving his finger around inside of her. The pleasure built inside of her as he continued to thrust his finger in and out.
“Take a deep breath in,” Daddy said as he pulled his finger out.
Margery whined but did as he said.
“Slowly, let it out.”
As she let out her breath, Daddy started to push the butt plug in. Her whole body started to tense as she stretched around it.
“Try and relax. You tensing is only going to make it worse.”
That was easy for Daddy to say. He wasn’t the one getting his bottom plugged. Margery did her best to continue to relax.
“Such a good girl. We’re almost there.”
She didn’t know how long it lasted, but it was finally inside of her.
“Such a good girl. All done.”
All done with that part. She still had the spanking to go through. How was she going to survive the spanking with the plug in her bottom? There was no way. Would she feel it whenever Daddy spanked her?
Margery hadn’t moved yet, so she had no idea if it would move a ton. She had read several books where the Little had a plug in her bottom. They talked about it moving whenever they walked, but how accurate were the books?
“Are you ready for the spanking?” Daddy asked.
When was anybody ever ready for a punishment spanking? Was that even a question?
“Margery?” he prompted .
“I guess I am. I don’t really know who would ever be ready for a punishment spanking,” she mumbled.
It might have been unnecessary for her to add the second bit, but she felt like it wasn’t going to harm anything. That she wouldn’t get any extra spankings for it.
“I don’t think anybody would ever be ready, but I was asking to see if you were mentally ready. I realized you had zoned out, and I didn’t want to shock you.”
And now Margery felt even worse than she had before. Daddy was just looking out for her. He wasn’t trying to be rude or annoying. He was trying to see if she was okay.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just keep messing up. I’m ready for the spanking.”
She wasn’t really, but they needed to start. The guilt for telling Daddy to shut up and for all her little comments were starting to eat her alive. She wanted to be forgiven but the first thing that needed to happen was the spanking.
“You’re okay. Daddy’s not mad about that comment. But I can see that the guilt is starting to eat you up inside. This spanking is going to be hard but quick. When it’s over, all is forgiven, and you can have as many cuddles as you want.”
Margery nodded and tried to relax.
“Do you want Daddy to hold your hands, or will you grip Daddy’s legs?”
“Your legs.”
She was already holding on to them. It sounded weird, but holding on to them after Daddy put the plug in helped ground her. She didn’t know what it was, but it had helped.
“At any point, you can say your safe word. I just need to remind you. I won’t be mad at you. ”
“Okay, Daddy.”
Margery had already promised him that if it got to be too much, she would call out her safe word. She wasn’t going to break that promise, but she did hope she could withstand it.
“How many?” she asked.
“Daddy isn’t going to tell you the number. I feel like if I did, you wouldn’t get the benefits of the spanking.”
Daddy was right. She had wanted to know, so if it was only twenty, she could be strong and get through it. But she should have known Daddy wasn’t going to tell her.
Daddy started to rub her bottom. She slowly started to relax over him. That was when the first swat hit. Margery yelled out in pain. The butt plug moved slightly inside of her, hitting something and turning her on.
Spank. Spank. Spank.
Tears formed in her eyes as Daddy peppered her bottom with more spanks. He wasn’t hitting the same spot every time. No, he was hitting a different spot each time. Her bottom started to throb as he continued to spank her.
The spanks got harder and harder as they landed on her bottom. Margery gripped Daddy’s legs as he continued to swat her bottom. Her legs started to kick back and forth as the pain grew.
“Daddy!” she cried.
“Almost done. You’re doing so well.”
Margery didn’t know how much more she could take. It was getting overwhelming. Tears were running down her face as his spanks got harder.
Daddy started to pepper her sit spots. She howled in pain and tried to get away, but Daddy put his hand on her back, keeping her in place.
Several more swats landed on her sit spots, pushing her over the edge and going limp over Daddy’s lap. She sobbed and wailed.
“All is over. You’re forgiven.”
Daddy helped her move so she was sitting on his lap. She continued to cry in his arms and moved her bottom, trying to get comfortable. The plug shifting inside of her butt when Daddy moved her.
She buried her face in his neck as tears tracked down her face. Daddy rubbed her back and started to rock them slightly.
“You’re okay. All is forgiven now,” he whispered.
Margery didn’t know how long they had stayed in that position while she cried. But Daddy never stopped rocking or rubbing her back.
Her tears had slowly stopped flowing, and now she was just relaxing in his embrace. Margery felt so much lighter after the spanking. She knew he wasn’t going to hold it over her anymore.
“Such a good girl. All is forgiven now.”
Margery pulled away from Daddy, and he gave her a smile.
“Mad that you made the bet? You didn’t even last two hours.”
Margery pouted as the tears ran down her face. Her bottom was on fire.
“No pouting.”
She put her head back onto his chest. She had completely forgotten about the bet. Margery thought she had been doing so well, but she hadn’t. Like Daddy said, she didn’t even last two hours. How did she expect to last four days?
What was she thinking?
She obviously wasn’t. She had wanted to prove to Daddy that she was a good girl and wouldn’t be naughty. But he saw right through her.
“You’re Daddy’s good girl. Sometimes, you have naughty tendencies, but you’re Daddy’s good girl.”
“But I wanted just to be your good girl and not be naughty.”
Daddy pulled back, and Margery sat up. He cupped her face with his hands and gave her a gentle smile.
“I don’t want a perfect girl who never gets into trouble. I love you for who you are. You are my good girl, and you have this fiery, sassy Little side to you that occasionally lands you in trouble. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love it, and I love you.”
She sighed and nodded. “I guess it would be a lot of work to be the perfect girl.”
“Work I know you don’t want to put in. And that’s okay because I don’t want you to.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too. Now, let’s go walk around some.”
“Do we have to? The plug is going to move inside of me,” she whined.
“Whole point, Little one. While your spanking is over, the plug will stay inside of you for a little longer.”