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D.A.D. SENDS A BABYSITTER - Part 4

D.A.D. SENDS A BABYSITTER

A Story Set in the Brave New World of D.A.D.

Chapter Five:   Two Spankings in One Chapter

The next day Steve Cutler got Alistair up early and decided to give the boy a
haircut.

"I don't need a haircut," Alistair said. His voice was only slightly whiny,
because he was really trying to be careful. After all, he still couldn't sit
without a pillow.

"You need a haircut, son," Cutler said firmly. He put a pillow on a stool,
and Alistair on the pillow and then wrapped a sheet around the boy. In
genuine barber style, Cutler safety pinned the sheet and patted Alistair's
shoulder.

"Your hair is too long, and it doesn't give you the right look. I've been
trained, and I'll make you look 'cool.'" Cutler grinned and took up scissor,
comb and brush.

Alternately combing, brushing and snipping, Alistair was worried as handfuls
of hair fell about him. He got even more worried when Cutler produced a pair
of clippers and ran them up the back of Alistair's neck and alongside his
ears.

"Don't make it too short," the boy begged.

"Don't whine, boy," Cutler said. "It gets on my nerves, and if you get on my
nerves you'll get this..." He held up the hairbrush. It was a large
old-fashioned wooden brush and Alistair gulped. He didn't want to feel the
back of that on the back of him; not when he was still so sore. Alistair
kept his mouth shut.

When Steven Cutler was done, he shook out the sheet and lifted Alistair off
of the stool. He held up a hand mirror for Alistair to see himself.

The boy gaped! He had been virtually balded! There was no hair at all
around his ears and the back of his head, and only a very short dark cap on
the top of his head.

"I'm bald!" Alistair wailed, forgetting about getting on his Guardian's
nerves.

"Far from it," Cutler said, rubbing his own bald head. "Now don't start
griping! It's summer and boys need their heads shorn in the warm weather.
If I hear any more out of you, I'll lather your head and scrape it clean.
Understand?"

Alistair shut up at once.

"C'mon, let's get breakfast; I've got a great day planned for us, boy."

Steven Cutler and Alistair had breakfast in the kitchen with Gloria and
Mr.Davis. To Alistair's surprise, both of the servants looked delighted with
his new appearance and Gloria, who generally avoided the boy, actually beamed
and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"You look like a stud!" she giggled.

"Ms. Fischer, please," Mr. Davis said with dignity. Then he turned to
Alistair and said, "It looks very handsome, sir!"

Mr. Davis was in fine spirits this morning. He had gone home and spanked
both of his sons; pants down, over his knee and with the hairbrush he had
gotten in the airforce. Afterwards, he had even made them stand, howling, in
the corner with their pants still down around their ankles.

"I'll fasten them up when it is time!"

Supervising from his rocking chair, and having a peaceful smoke from his
favorite pipe, Mr. Davis resolved to spank his boys daily. It was good for
them, he decided. Taught them their rightful place!

"I've found two great bicycles in your garage," Cutler told Alistair, "and
I've loaded them in my jeep. We're going biking in the country."

"Jeep!" Alistair said excitedly. "How did you get a jeep?"

"They delivered it last night, along with some other stuff."

"Who delivered it?"

"Officials from D.AD. - from the dome I used to live in. C'mon, boy, finish
those eggs and let's get moving."

Soon Alistair was being strapped into a youth seat in the front of Cutler's
green jeep. "I don't need this. I'm old enough to just wear a regular seat
belt."

"Not allowed, according to D.A.D. standards. Boy your age still sits in the
baby....I mean the youth seat." Cutler fastened the 'Criss-Cross Applesauce'
harness across Alistair's chest, and then went around and climbed into the
driver's seat. Cutler clipped himself in and they were off.

Alistair looked at the big Man driving the jeep. He noticed that Cutler had
slightly trimmed his moustache this morning.

Cutler caught the boy's eye and smiled. "You sittin' okay?" he asked his
voice both genuinely sympathetic and slightly amused.

"It's very sore," Alistair said, "but I can stand it."

"Good boy!" Cutler said and winked. He reached into his shirt pocket where
he had hastily packed four big cigars. He took one out, and put it between
his teeth.   He used the jeep's lighter to get the stogie going and then
chewed it to the corner of his mouth.

Alistair stared at Cutler. He had never had a man in his life; not really.
Mr. Davis existed in the house, but not in Alistair's life. There had been
men teachers at his school, but they all seemed like classroom furniture.
None of them had cared for him. Perhaps he hadn't let them.

"So tell me all about yourself, kid," Cutler said, around his cigar. "Tell
me what you like to do and what you hate to do. What your favorite food is
and what you don't like. By the way, you'd better like to eat spinach or
I'll spank ya and make ya eat it!" Cutler winked again, to show he was only
kidding. "Seriously, tell me all about your dreams."

So Alistair talked and talked and Steve Cutler listened....all the way out to
the country.

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The Man and the boy had a magical day. They parked the jeep in a clearing
and got out their bikes. Each wore a helment and a backpack; they were going
to have a picnic lunch.

The biking trail that Cutler found, wound through meadows and wooded copses.
Eventually, they got to a lake that sparkled in the noon sun.

"C'mon, son, we're going swimming."

"I don't have my bathing suit," Alistair said.

Cutler laughed and grabbed hold of the boy. He peeled him like a banana and
then threw him, laughing, screaming, flailing and perfectly naked into the
water.

Then Cutler stripped and dived in beside the boy. Alistair was not much of a
swimmer, but Cutler was an excellent teacher. He held the boy's little body
in his strong arms and showed him how to move his legs and make his arms more
efficient.    He taught Alistair how to float on his back and soon Man and
boy floated side by side their two peckers (one tiny, one large) sticking up
like Father/son masts in the summer air.

After the swim, Steven Cutler took their lunches out of their backpacks and
spread them on the grass.

"I'm going to get dressed first," Alistair said.

"Nope, can't get dressed till you dry off first. Your sunsuit'll get soaked
and you'll get chapped."

The one bad moment of the day followed. Alistair said, "I want to get
dressed!" and stamped his foot.

Without a word, Steven Cutler still naked himself, sat down on a log and put
Alistair over his knee.    The boy started crying immediately, but that
didn't stop the Man. He smacked the boy's naked rump with his hand until
Alistair was bawling as lustily as he had the day before and his backside was
as red as before.

The peaceful clearing was filled with the sounds of a Man spanking and a boy
crying.

When Cutler was done, he took Alistair off of his knee and lead him to a
tree. He made the crying boy face the tree with his hands at his side.

Cutler smoked another cigar and when it was almost only the red cigar band
that surrounded it, he crushed it out and took Alistair away from the tree.

He sat on the log again and put the boy on his knee.

"You know why you got spanked?" Cutler asked Alistair.

The boy nodded. He did know why.

"If you contradict me, or disobey me, I'll put you in my lap and tan you,"
Cutler said.   "I do everything for your good, son, everything. You never
need to fight me. You may need to fight other things in this life, but never
me!"

Alistair looked at Steve Cutler. In one day, this Man's face had become
special. The boy was closer, emotionally and physically to this big Man then
to anyone else in his life.

"Are you my daddy?" Alistair asked Steven Cutler. "You said you were my
legal Guardian. Does that mean that you're my father?"

Cutler put his big hand on the boy's almost bare head and drew the head down
to his expansive chest. "I am legally your father," Cutler said. His deep
voice resonated throughout Alistair's body.

"Thank you," the boy said quietly and with those words, he burst in sobs.
Steven Cutler cradled his son in his great arms and rocked him back and
forth.

"It's okay, son, it's okay," the Man said. "You are safe with me!"

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Biking back to the jeep, Alistair and his Dad sang a terrible song about a
dirty birdie and the great messes it made; both of them enjoyed it thoroughly.

Driving home, they made plans to build a big castle in the garage. Steven
had training in architecture and design and he would show Alistair how to
make a blue print that they could follow. Alistair bounced in the 'youth'
seat and grinned at his dad. Cutler smoked a third cigar and felt very proud
of his son.

Back home, they were greeted by a snippy Mrs. Cullum who wanted to know where
they had been and why she hadn't been informed.

"Still haven't read those papers have you?" Steven Cutler said.

"I'll read them when and if I want to," Diane Cullum snapped.

Steven Cutler turned to Alistair. "Go on up now, son. I'll be there in just
a little while and we'll start work on those plans."

"What plans?!" Diane Cullum said. She had been doing what she wanted to do,
and she didn't have to worry about her despised son. But she liked being in
control.

"Go on, boy, go up!" Cutler said firmly. Alistair obeyed.

When the boy left, Cutler placed his big hands on his hips. "They'll be
coming for you very soon now, Mrs. Cullum," he said.

"Coming for me! Who the hell are you talking about?"

"D.A.D.; you're being taken to one of the women's islands; to a Dome."

"What?!" Diane Cullum was shrieking.

"It's all perfectly legal," Cutler explained. He unbuttoned his sleeves and
started rolling them up. Even as he did so, a helicopter was suddenly heard
overhead.

"Well whattaya know," Cutler said. "Perfect timing!"

Diane Cullum pressed her lips together and took a step forward, "Why you
fucking...." she swung her hand intending to slap Cutler across the face, but
her hand never made it.

Cutler grabbed it mid-swing and pulled Diane Cullum toward him. Lifting one
foot onto a large paving stone, Steven Cutler effortlessly placed the
screaming, clawing woman over his knee. He hiked her up so that her feet
left the ground and she was dangling, held in place by Cutler's big right
hand.

"I prefer spanking with my right," Cutler said, as he turned up Mrs. Cullum's
skirt, "but my left will do."

He made sure that the skirt was well up revealing Diane Cullum's snowy
panties. Then Steven Cutler pulled those down and had a perfect view of
DianeCullum's bare bottom.

When the Women Officers climbed out of the D.A.D. helicopter they enjoyed the
scene of Diane Cullum shrieking and weeping as she was soundly spanked.

"Someone should have educated you in this manner long before this, Diane,"
Steven Cutler said, his powerful left arm swinging up and down. "I b'lieve
you need this more than the boy!"

The D.A.D. officers finally escorted a purple bottomed prisoner to their
helicopter and had to strap her, face down, to a gurney before lifting off.
She would not be missed.

Steven Cutler dusted his hands and turned toward his house. Inside, his son
was waiting excitedly for his daddy and the wonderful new life that had
opened up for him.

THE END