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Realisation dawned on his face that he’d answered his own question.
“I almost got thrown off the force. It was the job or the booze. I chose the job.”
“Are you still tempted? I get an urge sometimes, and this week especially has been harder than others.”
“I want to say it gets easier, and I suppose it does in a way, but I’m still tempted to order a pint instead of water or a soft drink.”
“I’m sure it’s not easy.” He bit his lip.
“What have you done about your urges?” I was a little concerned with his declaration, but it was early days. He’d been clean for a little over six months. Not a long time.
He looked down and picked at his fingers. “Sometimes I want to give in to them. The voices taunt me, telling me I’d be better off back on the drugs.”
“Do you believe that, Liam?”
He shrugged and sighed heavily. “Did we get dessert?”
He stood and cleared the plates from the table, ignoring my question.
I took hold of his arm as he walked past. That would not do.
“This is important, Liam. Your sobriety is the most important thing. More than this we have going on. You have to stay clean.”
“I know that.” He wrenched from my grasp. “I don’t need you to tell me.”
Torn between consoling him and punishing him for his tone, I followed him into the kitchen.
He clattered around, loading the dishwasher, making an almighty racket.
“Liam!” I said, using the tone I usually reserved for the hardest criminals.
He stopped and stood still, a pan dangling from his hand.
“Put it down and meet me in the living room when you’ve calmed down.”
I strode out of the kitchen. It was about time I dished out that punishment.
Standing by the window, I waited for him to join me. He did so a few moments later, his head hung low.
“You know what’s going to happen now.”
He nodded.
“I can’t hear a nod, Liam. Use your words.”
“Yes, Daddy. I understand,” he said defiantly.
“How many do you think you should get?”
“Ten. I was rude and disrespectful. I deserve to be punished.”
I sat on the sofa. “Pants down and lie across me.”
I’d been doing some research on the topic. My only issue was I didn’t quite know how hard to spank him. Was it a tap, or did I want to leave a mark?
He did as he was bid, pulling his trousers and underwear to his knees, then lay across my legs. I hadn’t expected him to remove everything, and I was still amazed by the size of his dick. I didn’t let it show, though.
“Count with me.”
