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)