PHIL CAUGHT

BY PHIL MCCRACKEN

[ part 5 ]

Phil looked out the kitchen window as he waited for Amber. It was 4:00 and she was over an hour late coming home from school. She never forgot to call before. If she were acting normal he’d be worried. Lately she was acting down right hostile towards him. He still couldn’t figure out what he had done to deserve the cold shoulder from her. He went to his den and poured himself another drink.

Amber sat on Melody’s bed and explained her problem. Melody was one of those rare friends who knew how to keep a secret. It was 3:30 and Melody’s parents wouldn’t be home for another three hours. Amber popped the floppy disc into Melody’s computer and showed her the stories she’d read. Melody read the stories with as much interest as Amber had.

“Wow! Your story father loves you as much as your real father does.” Melody said.

“I know. It’s just that he’s making her do stuff to become what I already am. Why?”

“Maybe he’s writing from the perspective of what if he hadn’t raised you right in the first place. Can you remember anything that you and he did that made you what you are today?”

Amber thought for a minute and then brightened up and explained,

“When I was six years old, I went to Mom and Dad’s bedroom and told them that there was a monster under my bed. Dad jumped up and said; What! Again. Haven’t they learned by now?” He got a baseball bat from the closet and told me to wait with Mom. I asked her what daddy was going to do? She said, “Get rid of the monsters of course.” I heard yelling and thumping and growls and all sorts of noise. He then called out “Okay the monsters gone.” My brother came up and asked what was going on. Mom told him dad was getting rid of monsters. Mark laughed and said, “Yeah he’s good at that.” Dad came out of my room, which was now a mess and he asked Mom if there was any more ‘Monster be gone spray.” She said there was one more can left and went to her closet and came back with this spray can. The picture on it was a little boy spraying a monster that was running away. She gave me the can and showed me how to use it. One little sprits in the closet, a little under the bed and a little wherever a monster can hide, would keep the monsters away. I asked if it really works and Dad said, “Just ask your brother.” For four years I sprayed that stuff every night before going to bed. I never had problems with monsters again. I know that it was just air freshener with a label he made up.”

“Can’t you see what he did? He didn’t chase away any monsters.”

“I know there weren’t any. He just figured out away for me not to bother them at night.”

“You are wrong. He empowered you to defeat your problems. As long as I’ve known you, you’ve never been afraid of anything. All of your friends love the guy. Whenever we’re with him he makes us feel special. You can’t see it cause you always there getting all of his love. When I come over, you and him are playing cards or some board game or sitting together watching TV. In one day he spends more time with you than my father spends with me in a month. He plays little jokes on us but he’s never mean, nasty or suggestive. When we play a joke on him he always laughs.”

“Did I tell you what he did three weeks ago?’

“No, what?”

“I get home from school and he’s standing there waiting for me. He has this look on his face like he’s supposed to be mad but there’s a little bit of a smile and a twinkle in his eye. Any way, he takes me by the hand and leads me to a chair. He sits down and pulls me across his lap. You know that he’s never spanked me but here I was about to get a walloping. I didn’t know what I had done to deserve this. He starts to pat my butt very lightly and starts with the lecture.

“I send you to the most expensive Catholic boarding school in the country. What do you do the first day? At the end of lunch period, you flush a cherry bomb down the toilet. Nine girls and two nuns got splashed with poop and pee. Where did you get a cherry bomb?”

Now I knew that he was playing and I was giggling while he gently patted my butt.

“Since it was your first day the sisters assigned you to kitchen duty. You were to make the sisters dinner dessert. You made chocolate pudding, loaded with Exlax! They had to fumigate the convent! Where did you get all the laxative?”

I was laughing pretty hard now but he kept going.

“That did it. They kicked you out the first day. I couldn’t come and get you for a day so you were grounded to you room until I could get there. Did you stay in your room? NO! You snuck into the convent and filled all the shampoo bottles with some depilatory. This morning there are twelve bald headed nuns. How do you expect them to wear their wimples? You expect them to staple them to their skulls? Do you know what they have to do to keep them in place? They have to use scotch tape. Where did you get all the Nair?”

I was laughing so hard I rolled off his lap onto the floor. He got down next to me and said:

“I’m not done with you yet young lady.”

I played along and said “Oh please sir, hee hee hee, please have mercy.”

“I’m afraid I have to do one more thing.”

“Oh sir what would that be? Hahaha.”

“I have to give you a…” He left my shirt “Zerbert” He put his face on my tummy and blew. Bllaaapppp. I squealed with laughter. When I stopped laughing he was looking at me with a big smile and said “Come on I have a special treat for you in the kitchen.”

Melody looked at her friend and said, “He really loves you.”

Amber stopped smiling and asked “Then way does he write those stories?”

“It’s what they call a safety valve. It’s an outlet for him. My father plays golf and drinks with his buddies; Mom and I rarely see him. What would happen if he weren’t allowed to go out? He’d stay home and drink and that could be dangerous. You know he’s something of a pervert.”

“Yeah, somehow or another he always bumps into me when I’m here.”

“He likes to walk in on me when I’m taking a bath. Since we’re telling secrets, when I read the story ‘Trouble Sleeping’ you asked how can a spanking help you sleep. I’ll tell you. A spanking exhausts you physically and emotionally. You release your stress. Too, every nerve in your body is stimulated, so when you combined that with sex your whole body is involved. Its like fire works. When you masturbate and cum it’s like a pretty firework going off in your head with colors popping. When someone else does it for you its like five fireworks going off at once. When you’ve been spanked its like the bouquet or the end when they send up thirty or forty at a time. My secret is, Dad likes to spank me. He’ll cop a feel while heating up my ass. When he’s done I can’t wait to get alone so I can rub my clit till I explode. So every now and then I’ll do something to piss him off and get spanked. Believe me the pain is worth it. Now that allows Dad to vent his built up frus trations. Imagine what could happen if your father couldn’t write out his fantasy? Forgive him and let him write. He hasn’t done anything to hurt has he?”

Amber thought for a few seconds and said, “There’s a story you haven’t read yet.”

Amber went to the index and clicked on the title: The Birthday Present.