Domming Daughter Dani – Part 33 of 51 – A LONG AVOIDED PHONE CONVERSATION

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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“I don’t know whether I’m supposed to call you Scott or Skip.” Maxine sounded old. She was 24, but she sounded 60.

“Skip is fine,” I said. “How are you, Maxy?”

There was a long pause, followed by a sigh. “I’ve been better.”

Another long pause. “Hey Maxy, I’m afraid I’m at a little bit of a disadvantage. I don’t know your story at all. I don’t know where you are living. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know anything. I think you may know a little bit more about me than I know about you.”

“Yeah,” Maxy sighed again. “I appreciate that you reached out to us. I do. I’m sorry, but I just wasn’t in the right headspace to deal with you back then. What? Six years ago?”

“Eight.”

“Yeah, eight.”

“Maxy,” I said. “You have to believe me. I wasn’t running from you. I had no idea. Absolutely no idea. It was all just a series of really bad luck that I broke contact with everyone in [my hometown] right when you needed to find me.”

“I’m not mad anymore, Skip. It’s just... You know... My parents didn’t do anything to make life easier, so there was a lot of pressure on me.”

“Did you graduate high school?”

“I went back for a while, but I was too far behind to catch up. I got my GED. I’m cutting hair at a SuperCuts.”

“That’s cool.”

“No, actually it sucks,” Maxy said. “My husband is a lineman for the electric utility. He makes pretty good money.”

“Husband?” I said. “Hey, I’m so out of it, I didn’t even know that you got remarried.”

“Married,” Maxy corrected. “You can’t remarry until you stop being married the first time.”

“Sorry,” I said. “You know what I mean.”

“So you know why I’m calling, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Allison wants to get to know her father, Scott.”

“I can come to town. We can visit for a while. See how it goes.”

“It’s more complicated than that, Skip. She wants to meet you, but I need a break from her. My marriage is falling apart and she’s kind of in the middle of it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“She’s a handful, Scott.”

“Discipline problem?”

“Discipline problems. School problems. Authority problems. Mouthy problems. Truth problems. Every kind of problems. She needs a strong father, Skip.”

Oh shit. No. I wasn’t going to invite some trainwreck into my family, sight unseen. No way.

“I’m not sure that I’m the answer you are looking for, Max. I’ve got my own family. Things are going pretty good for us. Not sure that we want to take on a challenge like that.”

“Neither do I, Skip. But I’ve had the reins for ten years. It wouldn’t kill you to take a turn with her for the next eight.”

Silence.

“I really don’t think I’m your guy, Max.”

“On the contrary, Skip. You’re the only hope I’ve got. My marriage is unravelling. Ally and my husband are at each other’s throats. Once she found out that Kevin wasn’t her real father, she just melted down and stopped listening. I think you would be really good for Ally.”

“Max, we’ve got our own thing going, my family. I run kind of a strict ship here.”

“Ally needs strict. She needs structure.”

“Max, I discipline. I spank.”

“Well Ally needs a lot more of that, too.”

“Does your... Does Kevin spank Ally?”

“He did. It’s complicated.”

I tried to read between the lines. “So you understand that Ally would be spanked if she lived with us? You’re okay with that?”

“Skip,” Maxy sighed. “She needs a lot more than a spanking.”

Shit. That was my pocket card to break the deal and she didn’t blink. “I just don’t think I’m the answer to your problem.”

“You’re the only answer, Skip. Look. We don’t have a lot of money, but maybe we could send a little bit to help you cover expenses.”

NOW I was really confused. Maxy pay me to take Ally? WTF? “I’m doing okay,” I smiled. “It’s probably time for me to send you some support, instead.”

Maxy’s voice got panicked. “Skip, that’s not going to help me. Money is not going to help me keep my husband out of-- keep my marriage together. I need Ally to find a better environment where she can blossom.”

Okaaaay. Something larger was at play. I was not getting the full story.

Maxy’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Look, Skip, my husband said I could do anything, or offer anything to you to talk you into trying out this arrangement. Anything. I have to get this done. What do you want? Name it? What do you want me to do?”

I wasn’t expecting that turn.

“Er... Max, assuming that you and I still had chemistry, I still can’t trade your marital problems for my marital problems.”

“SKIP, GODDAMMIT! I’ve never asked you for ANYTHING. ANYTHING! Eleven years and you haven’t lifted a FUCKING FINGER. Are you a sperm donor or are you a FATHER?”

“Er... Max? I’m the one who contacted YOU eight years ago? Remember? You didn’t want me to be Allison’s daughter back then. Remember?”

Silence.

“That wasn’t my decision,” Maxy whispered.

Silence.

I rubbed my eyes. “Look, Maxy, this isn’t really a phone conversation, is it? We should do this face-to-face. Why don’t I head into [my hometown] for the weekend. Maybe meet Ally. Maybe you and I talk this out.”

Maxy started crying. “That would be great, Skip.”

I wrote down a callback number and hung up the phone. So much for “no.”

SHIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!