Daddy's Law

2. Buck

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BUCK

Six Months Ago, Ghazni Province, Afghanistan

WTF? I just wanted to fly home, take her over my knee, and s***k her. That was the first urge I had when I heard what happened, and the impulse didn’t go away.

Dad kept me posted during his phone calls from home. Small-town gossip traveled as far as Afghanistan. Charlie had filled him in on Roxy’s grand adventure and relayed he would keep an eye on her while she was in the clink.

I never felt so helpless as when hearing about Roxy being sentenced to jail for her second DUI while I was downrange.

I’d get out of the military before she got out of lockup.

Airforce CCT—combat control team. No idea why the f**k they called it a “team” because a CCT was one person. They dropped dudes like me all over the world, the first to battle. We were one-man attachments—highly specialized airmen trained in elite warrior skills, jumping into the fight to either save peoples’ asses or destroy them.

Warfare did not allow distractions like badly behaved little girls who needed disciplining. Couldn’t think of that while downrange. She’d made bad decisions. I got it. My inability to protect her from them drove me crazy.

I would deal with Roxy when I returned home.

After I had a chance to chill. Calm down a bit.

It had been two months, and I wasn’t f*****g chill.

If I were to deploy myself upon her a*s now, she wouldn’t sit down for a week. For most my overseas tour, if I wasn’t in battle or on the way to one, my mind drifted to her. Wondering what guy she was seeing. Whether she was still obsessed with pizza and board games. If her dainty figure still resembled a honking goose every time she blew her nose.

That was the Roxy I remembered before proving myself worthy of air force special warfare school. Who knew what she was like now?

My whole reason for entering the service was to make something of myself so I would be worthy of her.

I was looking forward to small-town boredom again. “Regular life.” Not sure I’d ever be able to feel normal again after Afghanistan.

My pal, Charlie, let me know my time at the local police academy could be reduced, because of the specialized training I received in the military. I’d be graduating from the police academy two months before Roxy got out, leaving plenty of time to get Mom and Dad settled into a local assisted-living facility.

Long enough to graduate as a cop and prepare to teach someone a lesson. To make her see she was meant to be my little girl, and that I was her daddy.

Countdown to Roxy’s Release

Sixty days, seven hours, nine minutes, three seconds

Back in good ‘ole U.S. of A.

Still not sleeping through the night.

Still on high alert.

Times I m*********d to o****m today: three.

Day wasn’t over yet.

Jack-off topic: Hearing Roxy finally say to me, “Fine, I’ll behave,” after punishing her for putting herself in danger and making me watch her parade herself in front of every hot-blooded male in this town every damn day of her life since hitting puberty.

I was a warrior trained in saving lives. I would make her pay for putting herself in danger at a place and time I couldn’t rescue her.

She’d see how restrained I’d remain while making her stutter, whimper, and hide her face.

Countdown to Roxy’s Release

Twenty-nine days, eleven hours, thirty-three minutes, fifty-one seconds

Times I m*********d to o****m today: four.

If she didn’t suck my d**k soon, I was going to pull it off from so much jacking.

Jerk-off topic: punishing Roxy until she called me “sir” while I disciplined her. Teaching her who’s boss. Hearing her say, “Sorry, Daddy, I’ve been bad.”

Me telling her how pretty she looks on her knees.

Oh f**k, five.

Roxy’s Release Countdown

Six hours, five minutes, ten seconds

Times I m*********d to o****m today: six.

I needed to make sure I was in control when I picked up my princess.

Jerk-off topic: me pulling her hair and dragging her to the bedroom. “Time for Daddy to punish his naughty little girl.”

It was finally the day both of our lives would change.

I was a competitive person; I hit whatever target I aimed at. Roxy would submit and be mine. Forever.

I waited long enough, serving overseas to save all of my regular and combat pay so I could afford to buy my parents’ home and move them into a beautiful, comfortable place where Mom would be safe and Dad could be with her.

I could now afford to take care of the girl I had grown up with. It was time to teach her I was made to be her Daddy Dom and always put her first. She’d thrive under my discipline and reward. It was what she needed.

If I knew Roxy, though, she would buck and kick against her restraints before learning to follow orders.

She wouldn’t like losing her freedom.

Not one bit.

Not when she learned she was leaving the slammer, only to land in another kind of lockup.

Daddy Penitentiary.