Page 157 of Deep Cover

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Cole

When I found her, she was on the phone.

Sometimes I thought she was actually trying to get herself punished. Other times I thought she was just that hard willed, which was a good thing, but I wasn't going to let her know that.

Standing in the doorway to her suite, Chloe and Claude in the kitchen having breakfast, I took off my belt and wrapped the buckle end of it around my hand as I waited for her to finish whatever oh, so important phone call it was.

Annie was wearing my jacket again, though I couldn't remember if she'd been wearing it when last I saw her or not. It looked amazing on her. Made her look like she was all legs and those insane dark curls, big eyes and freckles on her nose where being out in the sun running had taken effect.

She'd look even better once I striped the hell out of her thighs for this disobedience. I settled against the doorjamb to wait, slowly realizing I wouldn't be punishing her for this particular behavior.

"No, Dad, honest. I'm so sorry I didn't call as usual. I haven't relapsed. I haven't even been outside the facility. But days and nights don't have as much meaning right now. I mean dates, I guess. One day carries on into the next. It's almost relaxing." She laughed. "Well, then, you know what I mean. But I'd like to point out even before your health stuff you were retired." She said it as a question, as if her father was likely to forget he wasn't a working cop anymore. "What have you told Mom, anyway?"

Her face as she listened was grave. I assumed her father had told her mother that she was undercover. The fact that he'd figured out her addiction wasn't a surprise. That he'd at least exaggerate to his wife if not outright seemed normal if nothing else.

"No, I haven't. I called you first. Well, fine, but – okay, yeah, I know. But Mark freaks out more than you do." Her eyes were on me now, judging whether or not she'd be able to call Mark. I nodded at her. "I'll call him. Unless you want to? … didn't think so. Well, yeah, he probably wouldn't marry you, either. Okay, okay. You're sure about your health? You're not lying to me?" And then she shut her eyes very tight and said, "I'm sorry. I'm not. But please, Daddy. Please don't. Just – trust me. I'll be back as soon as I can, but I need the time." She paused, took a deep breath and met my eyes as she said, "Please don't try to find me."

There were a handful of I love yous after that, and a promise that she'd call Mark as soon as she could and she had no objection, of course she didn't, to her father sharing her phone call with him.

She hung up looking bemused and somehow tiny, wrapped in my jacket and sitting in the office chair, waiting for my decision.

"We forgot your phone call," I said. "Both of them."

Her expression was neutral. "Probably you can be more easily excused for it. But I should have remembered. Usually I'm so frantic to reach my father." She smiled slightly. "Maybe I'm finally learning he's okay."

"Are you asking me?" I tried – and failed – to sound severe.

"Yes, sir. I'm hoping you'll give me an excuse." She eyed the belt wrapped around my hand. "Or is that for me? I know I didn't ask. I just panicked and as soon as Claude and Chloe were – um – "

I felt a smile I couldn't hold back. "Finished with you?"

"Um. Yes, sir."

"Did you hate it, you little slut?"

She looked taken aback, and then like she was trying to figure out the safest answer for her behind. And then like she didn't care. "I didn't hate it, sir," she said, with the most confounding smile a woman's given since Mona Lisa.

I considered her for a couple minutes, then threaded the belt back through the loops of my jeans. "I guess just a maintenance spanking this morning then," I said, and dug into my pocket for her suppositories. "Followed by your dose."

Her face changed instantly. "Please, sir. Couldn't you go back to the liquid?"

I smiled. "Of course I could." Wasn't going to. "Get up." I took her place in the office chair and patted my lap. "Stretch over, grab the rungs. Don't let go."

Her ass under my hand was warm and lightly showing a weave pattern where she'd been sitting on the chair. I rubbed until it was a healthy, glowing red, then started spanking her, harder and harder as she moaned and thrashed and promised to be good and finally was ordered to be silent before I gagged her.

Her ass under my hand felt good. Her submission over my lap felt better.

It was going to be a very long maintenance spanking this morning.

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