Saturday Spankings – “Are you my daddy?”
All characters depicted on this blog are adults. You should be an adult, too. If you’re not 18+, please find entertainment somewhere else. Thank you.
As some of you know, I’m taking a break from writing right now. Despite this, it seems like there’s a blog post to write nearly every day, and of course, all the tweeting and FB’ing to do. I’ve been working nearly the same hours I normally do, but none of it is on a book. Well, that’s not entirely true. I do have a book going, but extra-slowly; it’s in its infant stage.
The following is based on my new story idea. I’ve taken the liberty of including a few extra sentences – it’s still very short. Don’t take me to court, please.
Also, just to cover my butt, this is © Copyright Patricia Green 2014. All rights reserved.
“Are you my daddy?”
The voice came from behind me, so I turned, fully expecting that the female with the question was going to be some adolescent who’d mistaken me for another cop. What met my eyes was the last thing I expected: a blonde, maybe eighteen, nineteen, years old, far too old to be my daughter. And she was smirking at me. “What?”
“I asked, ‘Are you my daddy?’ Didn’t you hear me the first time? Are you deaf or just stupid?”
“Listen, kid, I don’t have time for this. You know I’m not your father. Get lost.”
The captain walked up, and patted the young woman on the back. “Play nice, Striker. This is your new partner, Angelica Piccolino from Vice.”
Laughing, she nearly doubled over with mirth. My face heated, not with embarrassment, but with blazing irritation. Who was this Angelica Piccolino, and how was I going get rid of her?
That’s today’s entry. Enjoy your spankings, folks!
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