The Siren, the General's Daughter Book One Read Online Free

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 her 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 couch and buried her face into the cushions, 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.
     

Chapter Two
    Still sniffling, Sam moved quietly—and painfully—down the ramps towards her cabin. She wanted to avoid the crew and having to explain her red eyes. The men were not accustomed to her tears.  She had even earned a reputation of being emotionally composed. While she practiced a good sense of humor with her crewmates and laughed whole-heartedly with them when playing frequent pranks on her brother, she also maintained a façade of strength and unwavering focus. They had only seen her cry once—when her father had tears streaming down his face the day she had regained consciousness. Even then, she maintained control. She slipped silently into her cabin, catching her breath. She didn’t realize had been holding it.
    “You ok?” a deep, warm voice asked. Startled, she turned to her brother who lounged comfortably in his sweats on her couch. Her eyes filled with tears again as she approached him, allowing his strong arms to wrap protectively around her as he pulled her into his lap to cradle her closely.
    “You knew what Daddy was planning. Why didn’t you warn me? You’re supposed to protect me,” she whimpered as she buried her face into his broad, muscular chest.
    Michael kissed the top of her head, stroking her arm. “It wasn’t my place to say anything. I’m sorry you had to go through that, but you know you deserved it.”
    “Yeah, I know,” she admitted, leaning against his shoulder. She loved her snuggle time with her big brother. He always made her feel so small and delicate. “I guess I’ve been asking for that for a long time. I’m sorry I’ve been such a little brat, Mike.”
    “Just understand that I won’t hesitate to do the same, ok? I don’t care what it takes to remind you that you are not invincible and what your life means to me,” Michael said softly, hugging her close. “Somehow, you’ve forgotten the huge emphasis our family places on the value of respect and obedience. Sweetie, he and Scott are the only family we have. They are our parents and we need to give them everything they have given us. It isn’t that much that they are asking. Will you please make an effort and try to be considerate of them?”
    He stayed quiet as his sister cried softly into his