D.A.D. Inc. - Part 3

Author: Writer8322@aol.com

Hollis woke up in a confused state of mind the next morning.  He had no idea who the man was who had come into his room and 'molested' him.  He wondered how he had gotten past the security that surrounded the Harrison-Stanley estate, and he wondered why the person had treated him the way he had.

Hollis also had a muddled impression of the final events of the evening.  Of course he remembered the cramps, but he also remembered strong arms putting him to bed.  The arms had been strong, but they had also been gentle.  Hollis also noticed that there was an odd aroma lingering in his room, and then he remembered that the man had smoked a pipe.

All at once, Hollis knew who the man was and what he had been doing there.  He, the man, had said it, when he first came into Hollis'room.  "I'm your dad," he had said.

Hollis remembered those fliers his mother had received from "D.A.D. Inc."  Initially, she had even talked to him about them.  "Wouldn't it be nice if you had a father-figure in your life," she had said.  "It's so hard for a boy to grow up without a father."

Hollis had told her what he thought of the "D.A.D." idea, and that had lead to a number of other arguments.  After those first conversations, in which the "D.A.D.Inc." idea had been portrayed as something wonderful, his mother had started threatening him with it when he did something she didn't like.

"You wouldn't get away with that outrageous behavior, if I joined 'D.A.D.'"

So, she had done it.  She had joined that crazy government organization and that's why he had gone through hell night.

Hollis tried to sort out his feelings and decided to go with the feeling he understood best  ANGER!   He had been thoroughly humiliated and someone, probably everyone, was going to pay for this effrontery. 

Wait!  Hollis knew how to make his mother pay, where it would hurt most too, right through her pocketbook.  Despite their vast amounts of wealth, Mrs. Harrison-Stanley didn't like to squander her money.   When she spent it on big dinner parties or clothes for herself, or indulged Hollis' in his tastes, she didn't consider it squandering.

The OmniComp had cost a small fortune  let's see how his mother liked it when it was reduced to a pile of chips!

Hollis slipped out of his room (no use attracting any attention) and hurried down the hall.  At the top of the stairs, he listened for a moment to see if her could hear anyone below, but he heard nothing.   He hadn't looked at his clock when he'd gotten up, but Soames and the other staff might be in the kitchen if it was breakfast time.

Hollis hurried down the stairs to his mother's office and opened the door.  The OmniComp stood there in all it's compact glory. 

"What an asshole I am," Hollis thought, as he stared at the machine.   He hadn't thought to bring a 'tool' with him, something to create the carnage he had in mind.

He looked around his mother's office, and his eye fell immediately on the ornate letter-opener on his mother's desk.   It was long and sharp  it should be able to poke into the right apertures and cause a good bit of damage. Okay, so maybe it wouldn't be reduced to a pile of chips, but it would be a long time before any dads came clambering out of it.

Hollis hurried toward the computer interface.   Only one small light blinked at the top of the computer.  "She must have forgotten to turn off the power bar," Hollis thought.    "I'd better do it  I don't want to electrocute myself while I kill the bastard."

Suddenly, there was a humming noise and the portal began to glow.

"What the.....?"

The glow grew brighter, and Hollis realized that he was watching it instead of killing it by turning off the power bar.  He scanned the floor beside his mother's desk and finally spotted it under the desk.  She probably put it there so she could control it with a touch of her toe.

Hollis dropped down on his hands and knees and leaped toward it, but he didn't make it.  Someone grabbed the seat of his pajamas and Hollis was swung up into the air.  His pajamas slipped down and Hollis had the unpleasant awareness that his bare butt was on display.  Then Hollis Harrison-Stanley was swung up and found himself face-to-face with a gorilla.

"Hey, kid," the gorilla said. "What the hell do you think you're playin' at?"

Hollis saw that the 'gorilla' was wearing the kind of cap that a prison guard might wear, and that the gorilla was, in fact, a very large man.  He looked like a gorilla because he hadn't shaved in several days and had an amazingly dense bramble of stubble on his face.   In addition, he had a relatively short forehead and a very prominent jaw. 

"Put me down you stupid primate!" Hollis yelled.  He wasn't a boy who saw the folly of arrogance even when danger threatened.

"Whoa, ha ha!" The hairy giant erupted in laughter.   He tossed Hollis in the air (sending his sagging pajama bottoms completely down to his ankles) and caught him, butt down, in the palm of one hairy hand.  The man's palm was actually big enough to hold Hollis' whole backside.  He jigged the boy up and down and his big stubby fingers gripped Hollis' butt cheeks.   Hollis felt like one of those Japanese kids in a Japanese monster movie who makes friends with Godzilla and winds up sitting in Godzilla's claw.  Only Godzilla looked more like his American cousin, King Kong.

"My name is Willis, Willis Cookie, but you can call me dad, 'cause that's what I am, boy.   I'm your fuckin' dad!"   The 'fuckin' dad' wore a blue suit that matched his cap, but he wasn't real neat about it.   The collar was undone as was much of the jacket and he didn't have a shirt on under it.  Lots of chest hair sprung out at the neck and just looking at it made Hollis feel itchy.

Willis Cookie put Hollis down, pulled up his pajama bottoms and patted his behind.  Then he looked him over with his fists pressed to his hips.  "Yer a little feller ain't ya?" Willis said.   He reached out and messed around with Hollis' hair.  Then he patted Hollis' bottom again.  Hollis ducked back.

"Do you mind?" the boy said.

The man laughed again.  "...and feisty too.  Yeah, I always did like a kid with spunk.  A kid ain't go no spunk, he ain't worth diddly piss. Of course, if a kid's got too much spunk, ya gotta juice it outta him.  Hey son, I'm starved, how's about we go get us some grub?"

"Grub?!" Hollis said with disgust.   Harris Tucker had been bad enough, but if this person  was a "D.A.D." dad, they must be into barrel-scraping.

"Look, I don't eat 'grub', okay," Hollis said, his face, which in repose could look cute and boyish, turned into a sneer. "And I'm not a goat, so don't call me 'kid.'  If you want food, then why don't you ask Scotty to beam you back up where you came from."

Willis Cookie looked up at the ceiling and seemed to be talking to an invisible person up there.  "It's good that ya sent me out here, guys, cause he's a snot nose," Willis said to the invisible person.  "Hey, junior, anyone ever tell you, you're a snot nose.  And when someone is a snot nose there's only one thing to do."

Willis moved fast for such a bulky guy  and caught Hollis by the neck.   His grip hurt and Hollis scrunched his neck up.

"Hey!  Help!  Ouch!  Leggo!"  Hollis yelled.

Willis fished a dirty handkerchief from the back pocket of his blue serge pants and pressed it to Hollis' nose.  "If someone's a snot nose, then you gotta clean it up."  Willis dug the hanky into Hollis' nose and rubbed it clean.  The boy squirmed, but Willis Cookie had just about as much 'give' as the Rocky Mountains.

After a good spell of nose digging, Willis released the boy and looked at the hanky.  "Pretty clean," he said in surprise.  "Maybe you're not as snotty as I thought.  Now how about breakfast?"

"Al right!  Okay!" Hollis said.  Even he realized that going along with this person, at least for now, might be the best idea.  Particularly if he wanted to retain the use of his olfactory senses.

Hollis rubbed his sore nose and didn't resist, when Willis Cookie put one giant mitt on his shoulder and allowed Hollis to lead him out of Mrs. Harrison-Stanley's office and down toward the dining room.

The dining room sideboard had been laid out, as it was every morning, with a veritable buffet of choices.  

"Here," Hollis gestured irritably.  "Breakfast!"

Willis Cookie looked at the food and wrinkled his nose.   It had the effect of increasing his resemblance to an ape.  "Naw," he said.   "We don't want none of that.  Let's go to the kitchen, and we'll make some flap jacks.  Ya like flap jacks kid."

"No! Yes!   Don't call me 'kid!'"  Hollis stared at Willis Cookie.   "We don't go into the kitchen much.   Only the servants go there to make the meals."

Willis laughed again.  "Then it's time ya found out what it was like to do it yerself."

"I'm not making breakfast," Hollis said firmly, his stubborn nature reasserting itself again.  (After all, it had been at least one minutes since Willis Cookie's thumb and forefinger had been up his nose.)

Willis Cookie's arm scooped the air, and Hollis found himself, once again, riding in the behemoth's palm.  The man's fingers gripped his backside firmly and made the boy wiggle.

"Keep calm, kid," Willis said, moving toward a door at the far end of the dining room.   "I ain't gonna hurt ya......yet!   Enjoy the ride!"

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Down in the kitchen, the staff was having their breakfast.  They stopped eating and stood up when Willis Cookie came in with Hollis Harrison-Stanley 'in hand.'

"Heya folks," Willis Cookie said amiably.  "Sit down and go on with yer eatin.'  The kid and me is just gonna make us some grub."

Soames kept standing and said, "I beg your pardon, but who....."

Willis Cookie winked and flipped a badge out of his jacket pocket.  Soames didn't like to take it from the 'grubby-looking' giant, so he just looked at it.  His eyes opened wide.

"Ah, I see," Soames said, "a dad from D.A.D.Inc."

"That's right chum," Willis said.   "And me and junior are going to cook, so jest relax!  OOF!" 

Willis Cookie had put Hollis down in order to get his badge out, and the boy had quickly picked up a large skillet, climbed up on the food preparation table and bashed it over Willis Cookie's head as hard as he could.  It had been plenty hard, the skillet was dented.

Willis' cap had been knocked off by the whack, and Willis rubbed the unruly cap of black hair that covered his skull.   "Wowser," he said in an appreciative voice, "that was one fuck of a wallop, kid!"   He turned to Hollis, "And now, I'm gonna give you one fuck of a wallop!"

Willis grabbed the back of Hollis' pajama top and lifted him into the air.  While Hollis swiveled helplessly, and the staff stopped eating to watch the show, Willis looked about the room purposefully.  

"Yeah, that oughta do it," he said.   He walked over to the brick oven fireplace that was used to make fresh bread.  A pile of kindling lay by the side of the oven and Willis reached down and picked up a flat piece of wood that someone had split the day before.   He hefted it in his fist and nodded his head.  "Yup," he said happily, "good as a woodshed slat!"

Willis walked over to the table where the staff was sitting and sat down himself.   He picked Hollis up and laid him face up on his lap.  Paying no attention to the boy's attempts at escape, Willis began to unbutton his pajama top much as if he were preparing a turkey for Thanksgiving.

"'scuse me ladies and gents, " Willis said,   "but I always shuck a kid before I wallop him.  Clothes only get in the way durin' a good wallopin'."
"Excuse me, sir," Soames said, "but master Hollis' face is getting red!"

"Don't sweat it chum," Willis snickered, peeling off Hollis pajama top and grabbing the band of the bottoms, "it ain't gonna get any redder than his butt."  Willis pulled off Hollis' p.j. bottom and dropped it on the floor.  Then he picked up the naked boy and turned him over.  "My daddy always said, 'Never smack anythin' ya can't see.'"  

Hollis yowled with embarrassment.  Looking up from  Willis Cookie's right knee, he could see directly into the faces of Soames, Ellen the upstairs maid, Hilda the downstairs maid, Charlotte the cook and Greco the gardner.   Greco's mustache twitched and Hollis knew that the man was delighted to see him in this position.

"You're....you're discharged!" Hollis preposterously said.

Willis lifted the boy's chin to look into his face.   "You're a nekkid kid  gettin' ready to have your butt peppered.  I don't think anyone's gonna take your firin' 'em seriously."  Willis looked at Greco.  "You ain't fired, pal.  And if, after this, the kid tries to make the rap stick, I'll come back and tar him good."  Willis looked into Hollis' face again, "Ya hear that, kid?"

Hollis kicked his feet and growled, "I'm not a shitting kid!" 

WHAM!

"YOW!"

The stick of kindling walloped the bottom part of Hollis backside.  The boy bucked, but Willis pressed him back down.

WHAM!

"Wooow!  Stop!" Hollis yelled.   "That really hurts!"

"Yeah," Willis guffawed, "don't it though!"

WHAM!

"I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!" Hollis yowled. 
WHAM!

"BAW!  I'm.....soorrrry!"

WHAM!  "Hey, ya know what, Hollis?" Willis said, holding the wooden paddle aloft.   "Your butt turns just as red as a poor kid's.  Ha!  Ha!"

WHAM!

"Waaaaaaaa!"

WHAM!

"Oooooooow!  Stop!  It hurrrrtttts!"

WHAM!  WHAM!  WHAM!

Willis Cookie grinned as he belabored the kicking boy's backside.  Naked over the hairy man's lap, Hollis looked pink and smooth like a baby.  Of course his bottom was not pink  it was crimson.

WHAM!   WHAM!  WHAM!   WHAM!

Hollis bawled, kicked and splayed his hands as Willis spanked away at his flaming rear.  Pressed down by Willis' hairy paw, Hollis wished that his bottom belonged to someone else....ANYONE ELSE.

WHAM!   WHAM!  WHAM!  WHAM!

A puddle of tears had collected under Hollis' face and Soames kindly used a napkin to blot the boy's face.  Soames peeked over Hollis' head and enjoyed the site of Willis Cookie spanking the bejeezus out of the spoiled young hellion.  Then he caught site of Hollis' backside and had a moment of sympathy.

"Sir," said Soames, "I don't wish to interfere with a father and his discipline, but perhaps master Hollis has had enough."

WHAM!  WHAM!  WHAM!  WHAM!

"He ain't!" Willis said decidedly and whaled away with the stick.

Finally, when Hollis' bottom had taken on the appearance of a swollen purple plum, Willis Cookie stopped the spanking. 

For a moment, Hollis just lay limply over his 'dad's' lap, and Soames started to get up in alarm,  but then the boy gave a great howl and more tears shot from his eyes.  In another instant he was bawling and kicking with renewed vigor.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Willis Cookie said, patting the swollen fanny on his lap, "the kid's got spunky spunk.   Hey kid, I'm gonna take pity on yer poor little butt tail and put somethin' on that'll fix it up good as new."

Willis tucked Hollis under one arm and started rummaging through cabinets.  He threw a batch of ingredients down on the large, wooden food preparation table, and then he put Hollis down on the table too.  He placed the boy on his tummy and said, "Don't move!   If ya move, I'll wood ya again!  Understand!" 

For answer Hollis just kept crying. 

Willis took a large bowl and poured flour, water, and cornstarch into it.  He mixed it up with his hands so that it was a loose pasty substance.  Then he wiped his hands with a towel, put the towel across his knees, and Hollis across the towel.

"I can paste ya better like this," Willis said.  He put one hand on Hollis' behind to hold him and then reached back to the table.   He picked up a large yellow pot and opened it. 

"This is gonna sting a little, but it helps the healin'," Willis said.   The pot was huge, the sort of jar that you get at an industrial food outlet.   Willis Cookie dug his hand in and scooped out some of the yellow substance within.  "A mustard plaster will draw out the bruisin' son," Willis said, and he slapped the mustard down on Hollis' bare bottom. 

"YOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!"

Hollis Harrison-Stanley went stick stiff, as though he had been jabbed with an electric cattle prod.  Then he began shrieking, "TAKE IT OFF!  TAKE IT OFF!  TAKE IT OFF!  TAKE IT OFF!"

Willis payed no attention and rubbed the mustard on every part of the boy's purple behind.   He rubbed it between Hollis legs and even applied a generous amount to the boy's butt hole.  "I don't want yer pucker hole to swell up on ya," Willis said, pressing the howling, bucking boy down on his lap.

Then he scooped up the pasty mixture and spread it over Hollis from waist to mid thigh.   Hollis blubbered and kicked a little, but he started to calm down because the mixture did make his backside feel better.

"See what I tole ya, kid.  It works real quick."

Willis put Hollis on the food preparation table and said, "You stay put and watch yer ole dad make flap jacks.  Another time, when yer better behaved and I don't have to beat the shit outta ya, you can help me."

By this time the staff had decided that the best part of the show was over and they moved out to their jobs.   Hollis and Willis Cookie were alone in the kitchen, and Hollis watched Willis prepare his flap jacks.

For a big, hairy ape, Hollis had to admit that the guy seemed to know what to do.  Soon a wonderful smell filled the kitchen and a platter piled high with succulent flap jacks was assembled.  

Willis Cookie soon had the flap jacks dripping with butter and syrup.  He poured out two cups of coffee and sat down at the food preparation table.   He forked up some flap jack and held it to Hollis' mouth.

"Here, kid, eat!"

Hollis didn't argue, the smell of the flap jacks bypassed his attitude and he opened his mouth.   Willis fed him flap jack and even wiped his mouth when syrup spilled down it.

"Now have some, coffee, it'll put hair on yer chest....like me."

Hollis smirked, but he sipped the coffee.  It was good, dark and sweet. 

While they ate, Willis shoveling three or four flap jacks into his mouth at a time and then feeding Hollis, Willis told Hollis stories about the work he had done before becoming a "D.A.D." dad.    He had been a prison guard on some island where only the most terrible criminals were sent.  Willis told bloodcurdling, savage stories about how the prisoners had tried to kill the guards and how the guards had made them pay for their crimes. 

"There was this one feller, he cut a guard's ball off with a table knife, so ya know what we done to him?"

"What," Hollis said eagerly, his mouth full of flap jacks.

"We rammed a cactus up his ass," Willis Cookie said grinning.  "And then we made him drink a gallon of castor oil so it shot out of him."  Willis roared. 

Hollis remembered the two spoonfuls of castor oil that Harris Tucker had given him and shuddered.  He could imagine what a gallon could do.

"How's yer butt, son," Willis Cookie asked.

Hollis wriggled his rump experimentally.  "It feels okay," he said.  "It actually feels okay."

"Then let's get that goop off ya."

(to be continued in pt 4)