(The Generals' Daughter- Book 1)
THE SIREN
Chapter 1
“So, where did she go?” asked a
very tired (and equally annoyed) unit commander as he leaned back in his large
chair, fingers pressed together studying the young, handsome blond man standing
before him.
“I wish I knew, Sir.” Lt. Michael
Quimby sighed, meeting the gaze of the dark brown eyes.
Lt. General Joseph Quimby, M.D.
pointed to a chair. “Sit, boy, you’re
giving me a crick in the neck. You’re
telling me you have no idea where your little sister disappeared to?”
“That is exactly what I’m
saying. Her crew told me that- and I
quote- ‘she went for a swim’. That was
three hours ago. She’s not responding to
her transmitter either,” Michael responded, now looking as tired as his father.
Dr. Quimby shook his head again. “I
don’t know why I even bother giving her orders- she does whatever the hell she
wants to. I knew it was a mistake to
allow her a field commission at her age.
She is too immature. You, at
least, were responsible when you got yours.”
Michael blushed, glancing at the
floor. He and Samantha served as special
ops officers and scientists onboard the U.S. Allegro- a research vessel that engaged in the development of
military intelligence. Dr. Quimby, Military Intelligence and diving medical
officer, was also sub-commander to his brother-in-law, Major General and
oceanic physicist, Scott Jenkins. The siblings were exceptional, both graduating
college with honors by the age of 15 and initiating post-graduate studies as
Rhodes scholars. Michael’s specialty was
oceanic physics and engineering, just completing his doctorates, while his
sister’s was marine biology, oceanography and chemistry with a Master’s degree. Despite their recent ages of 18 and 22, they had
been granted field commissions on their17th birthday. Due to their involvement with multiple
country coastal commissions and search and rescue efforts, they were
additionally granted diplomatic immunity.
“Dad, you know what happens when
she gets restless- she needs to fly.
Since you wouldn’t authorize a helo, she dove instead.” Michael defended
his sister even knowing that her unannounced swim was pure defiance to her
father’s orders.
Dr. Quimby glanced out the porthole
over the ocean. “I never will get used to either of you jumping ship and
swimming free. It’s not safe.” He
sighed, tapping his fingers on the desk.
He looked over into his son’s azure blue eyes. They were so much like his mothers and
Scott’s. He missed her- she would know
how to handle their spirited daughter. “Michael,
I’m sorry, but we need to put a rein on her once and for all. Her challenging my instructions has gotten
out of control and the men will lose respect for me if I don’t get a handle on
it. She’s even worse since your uncle left on assignment.”
“I agree. Dad, there are times that I wish…..” he paused,
hesitating to share his thoughts with his overprotective, and somewhat doting,
father.
“Go on,” Dr. Quimby ordered firmly
as he observed his son’s body language.
The poor boy was struggling as much as he was!
“She’s really spoiled and you’ve
been very lenient with her since the accident.
I get it. But, it was simpler for
us when she was little. I mean, I
remember you or Scott would give her a good hard spanking and she would keep
out of trouble for a couple of weeks. She’s forgotten that plus nearly every
other boundary you used to enforce. I’m not trying to blame you. We all have been indulgent.”
“I fully accept the responsibility
for her behavior. You’re absolutely right. Regarding your reminder; believe me Mike, I
would love to be able to do that again, but she’s 18 now…”
“So what? Scott still takes his
ruler to her. Maybe a little humility is
needed? Dad, you know I love her- she’s my best friend and partner. My life
depends on her when we are out there, but seriously, how can I trust her not to
brat at the wrong time? You have no idea
how many times I’VE been tempted to lay it into her!” Michael looked
frustrated, clenching his fists, his eyes hardening as he flexed his jaw.
“You have your uncle’s ‘pissed off’
jaw twitch, kid. So, why didn’t
you?”
“She’s my SISTER. We were never permitted to physically fight
other than sparring and, well……. I don’t know. I really didn’t consider it,”
Michael admitted slumping in his chair. “Maybe I didn’t want to risk ticking you off.
I’m smart enough not to mess with your temper.”
“What about hers? She’s a force to
be reckoned with,” Dr. Quimby smiled affectionately, pondering his youngest
child’s feisty disposition. “Son, I trust you.
And I trust you with her, otherwise I would never have allowed this
pairing. But you are correct that things
have to change and I doubt our girl will be very happy about it. It seems like
a little bit of old-fashioned discipline is back in order.” He sounded sad.
“Are you serious?” Michael asked.
Dr. Quimby stood, his broad
shouldered 6’3” frame looming over the desk.
“Yes. Unfortunately, it appears
that our young lady is going to be finding herself over my knee once again in a
very short time. Yours as well, if
needed. You have my permission.”
Michael stood to follow his father
out. There was no mistaking the family
resemblance, except for the coloring. Michael’s dark blond hair and bright blue
eyes (from his mother) contrasted with that of his father’s rich brown hair
(with some greying at the temples) and warm brown eyes. Both were of the same height, broad chested
and athletic, serious, self-controlled, and with hearty laughs and intense
stares. Single minded and on a mission,
they left together to try to track down their female family member.
***
Clinging to the dorsal fin of the
young orca as they raced vertically to the surface, Samantha Quimby embraced
the feel of the frigid water as it jetted over her cheeks. There was a sharp
impact of air as the two cleanly sliced the waves in a high breach and were suspended
mid-flight just before the plummet back to the sea. Sam dove gracefully away from the orca’s body
as she was launched, both exhilarated and euphoric as she flew freely before
she returned to the salty depths. She
lost all track of time and distance as she swam the open ocean with her
constant companion, Ton.
Out of habit, she spoke aloud to
the young whale. “This was what I needed today, thank you. That lab is so stuffy.” The neuroband
communicated confusion at the verbal statement. Sam carefully imaged a small, stagnant
pool with a floppy dorsal fin, and felt sadness returned to her. Patting the
smooth snout affectionately, she imaged a second thought of an opening that
allowed escape from the same pool, receiving a sense of the whale’s
relief.
The device she wore around her neck
was the dual accomplishment of the two younger Quimbys. It linked directly to
her brainwaves to transmit the communication of senses to cetaceans within a 50
miles radius, thus allowing the human and cetacean mind to converge through
imaging and primary senses. Combined
with her extraordinary and unique ‘situation’, Sam was the closest living being
to a fictional mermaid.
***
Michael leaned over the ship’s
railing as he watched the grey waves lap the hull. His heart still pounded fearfully as he
recalled almost losing his beloved baby sister to the event of only four months
past. The two had been on assignment collecting specimens for a research
project in the Marianas Trench and testing the experimental diving equipment
they wore. It was a simple, routine task
until they crossed paths with a small, unmarked submersible. Without warning, Michael was captured in an
electric net and pulled into the vessel.
Unable to follow the sub’s slow descent into the trench, his sister
raced up to the ship. She disregarded all safety procedures as she shoved the
crew out of the way, snatched the untested Beta
Project helmet and placed it over her head before plunging back over the
side. Designed by the neuroscience team,
the noxious gas was hypothesized to enable deep water dives without compression
or nitrogen issues.
Blackness engulfed her as she swam
down past the formulated wetsuit’s tolerance, the weight of the ocean
atmosphere starting to slowly crush her body.
She would not- could not- fail.
Michael was in danger. She ignored the excruciating pain of her
compressed organs as she exhaled the remainder of air from her lungs. She finally located the vessel just below her
and, using her neuroband, called the one animal who could tolerate the depth. The blue whale. Fighting the pain as the pressure took its
toll, Sam guided the enormous animal with her mind. The whale swept under the submersible and
pushed it to surface without effort.
Michael was recovered and the criminals held under custody. Sam, however, was nowhere to be found.
Michael tried to calm his nerves as
he recalled the search for his sister. He
had been restricted to the compression tanks for five days and only received sporadic
information as it was delivered. Despair
had filled him, and being unable to join the Recon team was pure torture. They had almost given up hope when one of the
men caught site of a large pod of humpbacks breaching unusually close to an
island.
Nearly three days after her
disappearance, Sam was found five feet underwater, unconscious and,
unexpectedly, very much alive! The
question was, how? She was unable to tolerate more than a few minutes exposed to
air before her lips turned blue in need of oxygen and gasping began. The
nearest hospital containing the required facilities was 20 hours away via
helicopter and deemed too risky to attempt with the possibility of her
‘suffocating’ mid-transport. Specialists arrived that same evening, but none
could determine the cause or cure to Sam’s respiratory problem. Surgical repair to her extensive internal
injuries was performed subsurface. She healed physically at a remarkable speed
but remained in a comatose state, completely submerged and hooked to IVs for
two weeks. Michael sat next to her tank
for hours as his brilliant mind computed different scenarios and solutions. One afternoon, while observing the unusual
amount of cetaceans crowding the ship’s hull, he happened upon an idea and approached
his father with the risky suggestion.
Desperate, and with no other solution, the girl was kept submerged while
placed on bypass. Her lungs were drained
and reinflated followed by intubation under negative pressure. It was nothing
less than a miracle, but it worked.
One week later, Sam was up and
about and breathing without difficulty. Michael observed her staying submerged
for inordinate amounts of time beyond her regular capacity to hold her breath.
When she stubbornly refused to leave the bottom of the test tank for over an
hour, he called his father in as a witness.
Testing revealed that the helmet’s gases, when placed under the pressure
of the trench, had altered her chemical structure. She was now considered truly amphibious with
her skin acting as a gill membrane to filter oxygen from the water. With
specialized contact lenses and body wear, Sam had complete freedom of the open
sea.
“Ready to go, son? Please be careful,” the man
asked, jarring Michael from his memories.
“Yes, Sir. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Michael said,
joining the unhappy embrace with his miserable parent. Well,
he thought, things are going to change
for all of us, baby sister. You left us
with no choice. I wish Uncle Scott were here.
He makes things so much easier for Dad. Michael’s long body sliced
powerfully down through the waves as he dove off deck. He adjusted the face mask and took a deep
breath. This was part of the top secret
EDS- Experimental Diving System- designed by his engineering team and allowed the
unlimited flow of oxygen through the small side ‘gills’ of the mask. The other EDS devices included motorized boots with propulsion capabilities
of up to 25mph; headgear that provided ear protection from pressure while
promoting full audio-communications; and the wetsuit designed to insulate down
to 10 degrees and strong enough to deflect a shark bite while remaining highly sensitive
to stimulation. He was almost
impenetrable now to any kind of natural danger.
***
He was never able to explain the
bond he shared with Sam, but he had always been able to sense her
whereabouts. When he was younger, his
uncle used to tell him that it was his mother’s spirit who kept him alert to
his little sister’s antics. He believed
the stories, even now allowing his senses to guide him to her.
Eyes closed to the sunshine as she
laid across Ton’s back, Sam finally felt relaxed enough to be quiet. Her underwater ‘body guards’ started to flash
warnings and images to her mind, depicting a territorial scuffle with her
brother. Hmmm, Michael was hot on her trail and angry. So what
else was new? “Might as well face
the music,” she said aloud to her ‘lounger’ as she rubbed his side gently
before rolling off. She quickly zoomed
to a nearby buoy and climbed up. She was
finger combing her hip-long auburn hair with her blue-gray eyes half-closed in
the sunlight when her brother found her.
Michael studied her for a moment,
suddenly noticing her perfectly chiseled face, full lips and high cheekbones. What
happened to that skinny little tom-boy with the scabby knees and pig-tails? No wonder the men buckled at the knees
when she approached.
“Sammi, are you ok?” he asked, wedging
himself next to her.
She flashed him a lazy smile and
batted her long, thick lashes. “Of course I am, silly. You would know if there was ever anything
wrong. Why did you come out?”
Michael sighed, shaking his head.
“Dad has had it with you, kiddo. He told
you not to leave the ship without his permission.”
“Oh come on, “the girl shrugged,
tapping her brother’s leg with her foot, “he knows I’m safe out here. Besides, I needed to clear my head. I can’t work cooped up in a lab.”
Michael was silent, contemplating
his conversation with their father. No, let him handle it this time. He took her small hand in his large,
calloused one. He never had gotten used
to how tiny she was compared to the Quimby men as she stood no taller than 5’2”
and weighed no more than 105 pounds when wet. Even so, she was strong as an ox
with a temper of a honey badger, exceedingly fast, and gave him a good solid
run for his money when sparring in martial arts. Yes, she could take very good care of
herself. Still…..
“Sam, please, you know how much it
scares him. He deserves better than
this. He’s not the only one who
worries. We aren’t ready to let you out
of our sight yet.”
“I am not a child, Michael,” her agitation growing as portions of the
well-known ‘Jenkins’ temper (inherited from her mother’s side) sparked. “You
two need to stop treating me like a baby.”
“No, you aren’t a child, although
you act like one at times. You know darn
well that as long as you are under 21,
Dad and Scott still consider you a kid.
Hell, I’m 22 and they still try to treat me like one when their mood
strikes. That’s our family, like it or
not. One thing you do forget is that as
your superior officers, we are responsible for you. You need to start behaving like the adult you
claim to be and consider how your poor behavior reflects on Dad and Uncle Scott,”
he lectured firmly.
Sam’s eyes started to smolder with
anger. “I don’t need to hear this from you, Michael. You think you know everything and you don’t.”
“We can discuss this further once
we get home. Move it,” he ordered in a
no-nonsense voice. Sam stared at him, stunned.
He sounded exactly like his father!
Not that it was a bad thing; she worshipped the ground Dr. Quimby walked
upon; he could do no wrong in her eyes. She
hesitated, debating whether to challenge him or just let him have his way. The little voice in her head screamed the
latter. After a quick, angry glance at
her tall brother, she silently dove into the gray water.
No words were exchanged as they
swam towards the ship. Michael pulled
himself onto the diving shelf and, with a single arm, easily hauled his sister
up next to him.
“You are to get showered off and
return to the lab,” Michael commanded softly, pushing her in the direction of
their cabins. “I’m going to let Dad know we’re back.”
“Yes, Michael,” the
girl whispered as she turned on her heel and departed. Grabbing a towel, Michael
headed towards the offices.
“Enter,” Dr. Quimby’s deep voice
rumbled.
“We’re back. I told her to get
cleaned up and return to the lab. No
problems and everything is fine.”
“Thank you. I’d like you to meet me in my quarters
tonight after chow. We will deal with
her then. Did you say anything?”
“No Sir, although………..” he
humorously shared his sister’s response to his tone.
A smile lit across Dr. Quimby’s
face. “Your mom used to respond the same way when I got ‘manly’ with her. Needless to say, once I learned that trick,
we never had any arguments.” He
chuckled. “I’m guessing, after tonight, Sam will learn some things about the
men in her family.”
“Yes, Sir, I hope so. She tends to be a little hard-headed.” His father’s confidence did nothing to
convince Michael.
“No more than you or I am. I’m fairly certain that I can get my point across
to her. Go get cleaned up and back to work. I’ll see you tonight.”
Michael paused to watch his sister as
she propped on the edge of a large tank, decked in sweat pants and a t-shirt, with
her bare feet dangling in the
water. Unknowingly, she entertained her
crew by speaking to the lemon sharks that swam gracefully around the tank. Using every form of verbal enticement and
vocal tone she could muster, including some very sultry sounding, lewd promises,
she captivated her male audience as she tried to lure the sharks to her.
“My darling little sister, have you
considered that the shark might be a female and that your seductive prose means
nothing to her?” he teased, watching her blush.
She hadn’t seen him standing there.
“I, uh, um……. I’m doing an
experiment!” She blustered as her crew
broke into gales of loud laughter. Her glare elicited a sudden dispersal.
Michael grinned as he lifted her
off the edge and then playfully tugged her high, long ponytail. “Yeah, in
seeing how many of the guys you can get to flock around you. Nice uniform, by the way. Ready to work on
the I-band?” he held his hand out for
the collar she had around her neck. The
rest of the afternoon was happily spent engrossed in their work.
***
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, “Michael
said, escorting his sister from the chow hall that evening, “Dad wants to speak
with us.”
“About what? When?”
“Now,” Michael simply responded,
taking her hand and leading her to the upper echelon where the officers were
quartered. His grip remained firm as he
tapped on his father’s door, opening it on the familiar ‘enter’. Dr. Quimby was leaning back on his couch,
book in hand.
“Hi Daddy! I haven’t seen you all
day,” Sam said gleefully as she pulled away from her brother and parked herself
comfortably on her father’s large, strong lap.
She wrapped her arms happily around his neck and kissed his rough
cheek. He hugged her lovingly, returned
the kiss, and then placed his hands on either of her shoulders.
“We need to have a serious talk,
young lady,” he began, trying to ignore the melting of his heart when she
blinked sweetly at him with her big, blue doe-eyes.
“We do? Are you ok?” she questioned, managing to
appear completely innocent of any wrongdoings.
Michael hid a smirk- this girl was good!
She had perfected the art of wrapping her father around her little
finger years ago. His too, he admitted
shamefully. She had not been as
successful with Scott.
“We do. No, I’m not ok. I’m very unhappy with you right now, little
daughter of mine,” Dr. Quimby said firmly, meeting her gaze. “We are going to
incorporate some immediate changes regarding you and your activities.”
“Oh, ok. What do you need me to do?” she feigned
cooperation as she slowly blinked her long, dark lashes. Michael rolled his eyes.
Dr. Quimby frowned. He was onto her! “I need you to start obeying
me. Your defiance to my orders is
unacceptable and must cease immediately.
This includes your attitude toward your brother as well. For now on, you
will be facing some severe consequences should you choose to disobey either of
us.”
“But Daddy, I don’t understand,”
she blinked sweetly again, snuggling him close and feeling his heartbeat. “What
did I do?”
“Don’t ‘Daddy’ me, youngster,” he
said, pulling her off his lap to deposit her next to him on the couch. He held her chin in his large hand, staring
directly into her eyes. Yes, he saw the
manipulation and conniving through her exquisite beauty. Leaning against the edge of a table with his
arms crossed, Michael continued to observe the events with amusement. Dr. Quimby launched into a full lecture
regarding his youngest child’s inappropriate behavior, defiance, and stubborn
persistence to bite off more than she could chew. He additionally reminded her that she was
only 18, and onboard the vessel due to special circumstances. Michael watched carefully- she had tuned out
her father at word one.
“Am I understood, young lady?” Dr. Quimby asked firmly. Sam popped out of
her daze, nodding contritely.
“Yes, Daddy. Of course.”
“Good. Then I hope we will have no more
problems. Comments, Michael?” Dr. Quimby
asked, looking at his son.
“Yes, Sir. I strongly suspect you just wasted your
breath. Please ask our perfect little
darling exactly what you just told her.
She has a near eidetic memory so it shouldn’t be difficult for her,” he
stated, watching his sister pale slightly.
Dr. Quimby raised an eyebrow,
slowly turning back to face his daughter. She looked at the floor, fuming about
being busted. The man stood slowly,
patting his son’s shoulder as he walked to the other side of the room to
distance himself from his defiant child.
He took a deep breath, hands on his hips. “Samantha Anne, I’ve tried to
be patient. I’ve given you every
opportunity to redeem yourself and what do you do? Blow me off.
I’m sorry, but this will not go unpunished. Michael, if you would please excuse us, I
have some business with your sister.”
Michael nodded, noticing Sam’s
confusion. She had no idea what was
coming her way! After hugging his father
and planting a kiss on the girl’s forehead, he silently left the room. Dr. Quimby pointed to his sleeping quarters
at the back of the cabin. “Go into the bedroom. Now,” he ordered. Slowly, the girl obeyed and watched as her
father closed the door behind them.
He sat on the edge of the bed. “Come here,” he
held his hands out to her, meeting her eyes.
He looked sad.
“Daddy, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make you so upset,” Sam whispered, feeling guilty for causing pain
to her beloved father.
Dr. Quimby squeezed her hands. “Things
are going to change, my love.
Tonight. You best pay attention
this time. Your brother and I feel that
you need to be reminded of some important details. One, 18 or not, I still consider you a child.
Your lack of maturity confirms that. Two, you are in a unique situation which
requires you to be focused and self-disciplined to keep you and your brother
safe. Three, I am not only your father,
but your superior officer. Since all
methods of communication have failed to make you take us seriously, I have
decided to revert back to a method which used to be quite effective in getting
you to mind me. At least, for a week or
so.”
“What are you talking about? You can’t ground me, I have things to do!”
“No, I’m not grounding you. I will be spanking you.”
“What!?” The girl flushed, her hands still in her
father’s grip. “I am 18 and an officer!
You can’t do that!”
Pleased with her immediate aversion
to the prospect, Dr. Quimby continued calmly. “Thus far, it seems that nothing
else has managed the gain your attention.
I have also given your brother full permission to take you in hand if
needed. I am not to hear one word of complaint from you if he feels you require
discipline. If you snitch, expect a
repeat performance from me. Understand?”
“Why are you being so mean?! This
is barbaric!” Sam cried out, tears in her eyes as she tried to break his grip.
“It’s not fair!”
“No, sweetheart- what’s not fair is
how you repay our trust and confidence in your abilities by defying, disobeying
and deceiving us. No, baby girl, that
stops now. Over my lap. This isn’t the first time you’ve been in this
position.”
“But I was 10!” came the reply with
a struggle to escape. She remembered that time clearly. It occurred after she
took off to find her brother without permission. It had started with a very painful strapping.
“My mistake. I should have listened
to Scott and not have stopped. You never
pull this stuff with him around and now I understand why. I’ve been too lenient and have allowed you
too much freedom. No, my love,
boundaries and consequences are back.
You have until the count of three, or I will get the belt and use it on
your bare backside. One…. Two….”
Fearfully, the girl positioned
herself over her father’s muscular, broad thighs, grabbing his calf to keep
from falling over. She held her breath
as he rested his hand on her small, shapely backside. The first smack over her sweats startled her,
but did not particularly hurt. She kept
silent as he landed several more swats across her bottom. He stopped, seeing no response. “It doesn’t
look like I’m getting through. You have
a choice- sweats down with my hand or they stay up and I use my belt.”
Gasping, his daughter twisted to
look at him. Was he serious? Yes, his expression told her there was no
question of his intent. She also knew
that he wouldn’t use the web belt from the uniform closet. “Please, Daddy, no
belt,” she whimpered, remembering way back when he had used his belt on her
over her jeans. She hadn’t been able to
sit for two days. She hated that thing. She buried her head in his pant legs as
he skimmed her sweat pants down to her knees.
“These are not regulation, young lady,” Dr. Quimby
said with disapproval of the pale pink, scanty satin undergarments.
Sam quivered slightly and bit her lip. "Please,
Daddy... not too hard.."
Dr. Quimby didn't answer, just rested his warm hand on
her bottom. "Samantha, you will not disembark this ship again without my
permission or knowledge, do you understand me?" he lectured, lifting his
hand and giving each of her cheeks a solid smack. No reply was needed. He resumed his assault on her soft flesh,
this time receiving satisfactory yelps, pleas, and attempts to escape. He was a strong man with a heavy hand, and in
less than 5 minutes, managed to reduce his wayward daughter to tears mingled
with promises to be good and listen to everything he and her big brother told
her to do.
"Owww! Owwww! Yes, Daddy!" she answered.
"You will not talk back to your brother- SMACK
SMACK-, and you won't show anymore disrespect to your elders-SMACK SMACK-
understand?-SMACK SMACK SMACK!"
"Yesssss, Sir" she cried.
He kept up the rhythm, alternating cheeks, lighting
bottom on fire.
"Owwwwwwww, Dadddddyyyyyy... pleeeease,” she
begged. "Please stopppp."
"No, honey," he answered, now concentrating
on the sit spots. "You intentionally disobeyed me and I'm teaching you a
lesson. I'm far from finished."
That sentence made her cry even more. She started to howl and all she could do was concentrate
on was the rapid fire being inflicted upon her aching bottom. She kicked as
best she could, squirmed a little to attempt to dodge smacks, and clasped her
hands together with her face buried into them. "Daddddddyyy," she
bawled, "I'm sssooorrrrrryyyy!!"
"I know, Sammi.
I know," but he kept spanking, occasionally hitting the sit spots
and her thighs. He even started spanking harder, which she did not believe was possible.
She began choking on her tears... "P-leasee... I
w-on't d-do it-t again!" she sobbed. "I'll be g-good!"
She could not feel his heart breaking with my pleas.
"I'm sorry, baby. I have to do this."
Even though she was bobbing up and
down and kicking with all her might, she knew he was right -- he did have to do
this. She deserved it, as much as she hated to admit it. Her sobs increased as
the spanking neared its end. She finally held onto the pillows and buried her
face into the covers, not squirming or kicking anymore, just crying.
He took this time to deliver a
final smack, covering her entire backside, and then rested his hand there. "Sammi,
you're my baby girl and I love you so much. I’m so afraid of losing you.”
"I’m really sorry, Daddy . I
love you, too," she cried, feeling like a five year old. With the fight well
spanked out of her, Sam was released.
She crumbled to the floor, crying pitifully into her hands.
Without a word, her father handed
her a tissue before joining her on the floor to hold her tightly. “Please don’t
make me do that again,” he whispered, kissing the side of her head. She sniffed, leaning into his shoulder. Stroking her hair, the man sighed. He wished it would be the last time he would
have to resort to old-fashioned methods, but knew that wishes rarely came true
when it came to his youngest child …………
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