Domming Daughter Dani – Part 8 of 51 – PEGGY PART FIVE

By Dutchboy

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Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo, spanking, mmf and mff.

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Day Four with the Wagners was tame and sexless. 

Day Five was Christmas Eve, when the Wagners opened their presents. Being college-poor (and a thoughtless asshole) I brought presents for no one. Being wonderful, the entire Wagner family showered me with gifts. Mr. and Mrs. Wags gave me two sweaters and a pair of stonewashed jeans with black leather accents sewn above the pockets. Peggy cooed and clucked her tongue. I thought they looked like something a gay guy would wear. They fit like a glove.

Peggy gifted me some moderately expensive cologne and a near-mint copy of Iron Man #1 from 1968. Back in 1988 it must have cost her $25. My comic collection was ransomed in my parent’s basement, but the classic Silver Age title was a very thoughtful gift. Cliff would be impressed.

The last package was from Suzie. It felt like something cheap packaged in bubble plastic was beneath the paper. For some reason I expected that she bought me some kind of action figure. Suzie was bouncing up an down with excitement. “C’mon, Skip. Open it! Open it!”

I made a point of opening the gift with a peculiar paranoind-slow caution for the express purpose of driving little Suzie bonkers. I’d break a piece of tape, then sniff the package suspiciously. Suzie lost patience and ripped the package out of my hands. Her little fingernails shredded her own wrapping while her parents both howled at the sight of her enthusiasm .

“Here!” She thrust the plastic box at me. “What do you think? Do you like it?”

Entombed in the plastic clamshell was a modest rechargeable Remington beard trimmer with four trimming attachments.

“It’s uh... Awesome,” I said.

“You retard!” Peggy slapped her forehead. “He doesn’t even have a beard!”

Suzie was undeterred. “But he did? Remember? Last year? He had that awesome beard?”

I came home from my freshman year at college with an embarrassingly ridiculous beard. Cliff had grown a beard, a real beard, that first semester and I copied the cat. Cliff looked pretty cool with his face scruff. I looked like a thirteen year old playing Lord Capulet in a high school play. Peggy told me it looked stupid. She was right. I shaved it off as soon as I got back to the dorm.

“Totally,” I said.

“And remember when I asked you why you shaved it off, you said it was because it was hard to keep trimmed right? And you didn’t have a beard trimmer?”

As she said it, I remembered saying exactly that. Suzie had been crestfallen then next time I came home without the beard. She loved it.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said. “This is awesome, Sooz. Next time you see me, I’m going to look like a young George Lucas.”

“Oh, God help me,” Peggy sighed.

Mr. Wags chimed in, “Well at least you can trim the hair on your balls, kid.” Mrs. Wags gasped and punched him in his deltoid.

“But Mr. Wags,” I said, “Didn’t I mention that I was born without genitalia? I’m as sexless as a Ken doll.”

Mr. Wagner chortled sadly. “I’d sleep a lot better at night if I thought that were true, kid.”

Before 24 hours had passed, my pubis looked like a well-manicured golf course. That trimmer was one of the best, most life-changing gifts I ever received. There was no doubt that Caryn was getting her unkempt bush sculpted into a tight topiary once I got back to school. 

With the presents opened, Mr. and Mrs. Wags uncorked half the liquor cabinet and began drowning their livers in earnest. 

Suzie complained she wasn’t feeling great. The Wagner family was driving to Chicago on Christmas Day for four days with Mrs. Wagner’s folks. Part of the reason I had been given the full run of their hospitality was based on the expectation that I would take care of Oscar the weiner dog while the family made their annual pilgrimage to visit their Schaumberg kin. Mrs. Wags found an extra key so I could come and go as I pleased while they were gone. Peggy stayed up late to chatter with her folks and snack on the hors d'oeuvres. Suzie turned in early.