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Today’s snippet…. What happens to a military ship and crew when the Siren calls her pod for help…. uh oh!!!
“I’m going to count to three, little girl, and—”
“Are you sure you can count that high? You are an engineer,” came the smart answer from Sam’s roost on the boom. With only a few more days left on board the vessel, she sought every opportunity to annoy her brother before docking in San Diego. Michael placed his hands on his hips while the crew gathered around and chuckled.
“It’s not funny, gentlemen. I have things to do and she’s holding me up. I don’t have the time or the patience for her games right now,” he scolded. He looked back up at his sister. “Samantha Jeanne, I’m warning you. If you don’t come done this instant, I will paddle your bottom in front of all these men. I mean it!”
“You wouldn’t dare!” she jeered.
“Do you really want to take that chance?”
His expression clearly spelled out trouble for her, but she dawdled for another ten minutes before she shimmied down the post.
“I’m down. Happy?”
“Not at all. I warned you.” Michael snarled, grabbing her upper arm, and dragging her to a nearby bench. She yelped as he launched her across his knees and landed a heavy loud smack over her shorts.
“Let go! It’s not funny, you jerks! You’re supposed to help me,” she shouted as several men from the lab applauded.
“Sorry, Sam, but you’ve been giving us nothing but grief with your attitude and pranks lately. I don’t know about the other guys, but I’m quite satisfied with the payback you’re receiving. Thanks, Mike,” Nick commented, crossing his arms as he leaned against the railing to watch.
Michael’s hand landed sharply and quickly, a blur of spanks focusing on the tender and insufficiently covered creases between her upper thigh and bottom. She fought back her tears, determined not to show weakness in front of the men.
“Lieutenant!” The pilot called from the bridge. “We’ve got trouble! Whales are coming in by the dozens, including blues.”
“I’m from her pod! Send them away!” Michael shouted, not pausing in his flurried swats.
“I’m not doing shit until you let me go,” she shouted back. Loud hissing surrounded the Allegro as the cetaceans began spouting in response to her pain.
“Sir! They’re starting to breach.”
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