Domming Daughter Dani – Part 37 of 51 – FUN WITH CHILD PROTECTIVE SERVICES

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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We had a quiet weekend.

The following Tuesday morning my work phone rang. It was Caryn. I knew something was terribly wrong.

“Skip, can you talk?” Caryn was whispering. “Get to a conference room or step outside.”

My heart started racing. I ducked into a conference room and pushed the door shut. “What is it?”

“That little bitch told one of her teachers that you molested her. A case agent for Child Protective Services just came by my office. He’s interviewing Dani and Allison at their school right now, he’s got a cop with him.”

“Ohhhhhhh fffffff-f-f-f-f-f-fuuuuuuuu.....”

“He wants to meet you at the house at one o’clock. Wants to walk through with the cop.”

I took a deep breath. “Okay,” I said. “Don’t panic. We’ll play the cards we’re dealt.”

“I’m worried,” she whispered.

“Yeah. I’ll protect you.”

I hung up and went into the bathroom and puked my guts out.

One o’clock. Sitting on the stairs in the foyer, staring at the front door. Listening for a car.

One thirty.

Two.

Three.

Three thirty. The school bus came and went without my daughters getting off. Ominous indeed.

Three timid knocks.

I opened the door. The caseworker was old. Sixty-five, seventy kind of old. His suit was rumpled. His tie was hopelessly out of date. He was short and bald. Black.

He pronounced my last name correctly, making it into a question. That frightened me. No stranger ever gets my four-syllable Slavic last name correctly. Nobody.

I nodded.

“You know why I’m here?”

I nodded. I looked behind the man to his Ford Taurus parked at the curb. No signs of a cop or a cop car.

“I’d like to come in.”

“Okay,” I shrugged.

“Nice house.”

“Thank you.”

I walked him into the kitchen and we sat at the table.

“Sorry I’m late,” the agent said. “But there was a boatload of crap to unpack in this case, and ten Gordian knots to unravel. I guess I should start at the beginning. This all started with a hotline call. I’m not at liberty to tell you who made that call, but you and I are going to break more than one rule today, so we might as well cut through the formalities. Apparently Allison Guillini approached her teacher, Mrs. Waites, yesterday after school and told her a lot of details about her life in your household. The nature of those details required Mrs. Waites to contact the police and the Child Services Hotline.”

I’m a hothead. It was all I could do to keep a poker face.

“I was assigned the case and I interviewed both your daughters at their school today,” the agent said.

“Where are they?” I asked.

“We’re getting to that. There’s kind of a template for how you and I do this, so just bear with me. Anyway, I interviewed Allison first and she told a pretty disturbing account of...” The caseworker flipped open a notebook. “Er... here it is. Spanking. Spanking with a paddle. Slapping. Beating. Forced nudity. Uh... She claims that your wife fellated you while she was forced to watch and while your other daughter Dani massaged your genitals. There’s some more, but that’s the thumbnail.”

The agent looked me in the eyes, measuring me. I gave him nothing. “Was that a question or a statement?” I asked.

The agent held up his hand in a stop sign. “So,” the agent continued. “When I interviewed Danielle, she told a different story completely. Danielle denied that any Allison’s account actually transpired.”

“Because it didn’t,” I said.

The agent held up his palm to shush me again. “Danielle also went on to say that Allison had confided in her that Allison doesn’t like you very much and she didn’t want to come live with you. Apparently you’ve only recently reconnected with Allison, correct?”

“True.” I sighed. I assumed Danielle’s account was true.

“And,” the agent continued, “Danielle said that Allison confided in her that she was going to make up a story about you and get you arrested so that she could go back and live with her mom.”

I blinked rapidly. The agent’s words took a second to sink in. Dani had covered for me. Perfectly. Brilliantly.

“Shit.”

“Yes,” said the agent. “But hang on. This gets better. All the Child Service divisions in the state share the same database. Now if it’s a state-to-state matter, we suck. We can really drop a ball. But if it’s different bureaus within the state, we can track the same kid pretty well. There’s a slight delay between when we open the case in our system and when it cross-references any matches. I was already at the girls’ school when the alert came in that Allison already had a case file. That’s why I’m late. I ran back by the office to grab Allison’s other file and it took almost two hours to spool off the fax machine.”

I shook my head. “I have no idea what you are telling me. Another file?”

“You had a court hearing? To transfer parental rights?”

“Yeah?”

“In which jurisdiction? [my hometown] or here?”

“Here.”

The agent smirked and nodded. “Yup. There was a reason for that. Uh, most of this kind of information is classified for privacy, but I’m unclassifying it. If your ex-wife wants to sue me, she can sue me.”

“We were never married,” I said.

“That’s right. That’s right. I read that. Sorry. There was a lot of history to get through in a short time. Bear with me. Anyhow, Allison Guillini made several sexual abuse claims about her step father, Kevin Zimmerman.”

“Wha?”

“Mr. Zimmerman denied the allegations, but the judge in [my home town] ruled against him. Guilty. He was put on probation, but the terms required him to vacate the family home. He couldn’t be in his house when Allison was home. Apparently he was living in a motel.”

All the dominoes in my brain finally lined up. They began to fall into one another with a satisfying zipper sound.

“So,” the agent said, “Maxine Zimmerman had to chose between her husband and her child.”

“Holy shit,” I said. “Holy shit. I had no idea.”

The agent nodded. “My day just got a lot more complicated. Now I have to wade into some old business in [my hometown]. But the first step is to just go ahead and clear the current investigation involving you.”

The agent asked me fifteen or twenty questions about how I disciplined Dani and Allison. I lied about almost all of them. I admitted to spanking Dani a couple of times when she was little. Said I felt bad and that there probably was a better way to have handled a frustrating situation. Tried to keep a straight face while I piled on the whoppers.

“Nothing adds up here,” the agent said. “Nothing but the obvious, I’m afraid. Do you have a computer in your home? Does Allison have access to it? Have you seen her using it? You may not know this, but there is an inordinate amount of pornographic material that is readily available through various Internet distribution sites.”

Noooooo! Really?

The agent continued. “Allison’s mother said in the other report that Allison had been caught accessing pornographic materials and that was her mother’s explanation for where some of Allison’s story derived.”

“I... I... I guess that’s a possibility,” I said. “I don’t hover over her every time she gets on the computer. Now that you mention it... Allison has been on the computer almost every night.” Complete lie.

The agent nodded. “They make some specialty software for blocking pornographic sites. I can send you some recommendations, if you want.”

“Please!”  Yeah. Right.

The agent nodded again. “I suppose my first clue that Allison wasn’t telling the truth is when I asked her to describe your penis. That’s a standard question we have to ask when there has been an accusation of sexual molestation or exposure.” The agent held up both of his palms eighteen inches apart to mimic Allison’s answer.

I laughed out loud. “If only!”

“My thought exactly,” said the agent, smiling a little for the first time. “That’s what made me strongly suspect that this was some kind of regurgitation of something Allison had seen in pornography.”

“Oh shit,” I shook my head.

“Well,” said the agent. “This is the part where I usually do the walkthrough of the home environment with you, but I’ve got a lot of writing to do on this case. What I’m going to do first is call Mrs. Waites and let her in on what’s going on. Get your reputation back with everyone at the elementary school. Then I’m going to flag Allison’s file so if there are any further incidents or reports, I can troubleshoot a hotline call before it escalates into another international incident.”

“I’d really appreciate that.”

“And of course, I’ll have to work on trying to see if there is some way to clear Mr. Zimmerman, but I won’t need any involvement from you for that.”

“Lemmeknow if I can help,” I said.

The agent looked me dead in the eyes. “This isn’t over for you. Girls Allison’s age who make false accusations tend to do it as a pattern of behavior. You’re going to have a lot of heartache in your future, I’m afraid. All I can do is try and clean it up before it gets out of control. I’m afraid there are no guarantees. If you can, have your wife present with you any time you discipline Allison, it may be a good idea.”

“No problem. Jeez,” I mumbled. “I should have known Allison’s mother was up to something.”

“She was just trying to protect her marriage. You’re not a sap. You’re a dad. Being a dad is going to be a tough job until Allison works through this phase she’s in. I’m going to suggest that you get her into counseling. I’ll send you some recommendations if you want.”

“That would be great.” No fucking way.

“Okay. I’m out of here. Your daughters were being kept in the school counselor’s office with one another Child Services Agent and the guidance counselor. I’ll make the call and they’ll be dropped off within the next thirty minutes. Try not to immediately unload everything onto Allison when she arrives. I encourage you to find whatever patience you’ve got within you and help her work through this kind of unacceptable and damaging behavior. Talk to her. Make her understand. Just be patient with her.”

Pfffffffffttttttt!!!! I was planning to rip that little bitch in half the moment Child Services drove away.

“Of course,” I said. “Of course.”

“Oh,” said the agent. “I really should check the basement, at least. Allison had a very detailed description of some sort of wooden bondage apparatus. It was unusually detailed. Would you mind?”

“Not at all,” I smiled.