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D.A.D. Inc. - Part 4

Willis Cookie went over to the large metal sink at one end of the kitchen. Everything in the kitchen was large since Mrs. Harrison-Stanley loved to give big parties. Willis put the stopper in the drain and turned both taps on full speed. Willis didn't believe in doing things by half.

Hollis was abashed. "You're....you're not gonna put me in the sink?!" he said, "Like a baby!"

Willis Cookie laughed and picked Hollis up under the arms. Gobs of paste splashed around, even on Willis, but he didn't mind. He tossed the fourteen year old up in the air and caught him. "Hey, kid," he said, "you're always daddy's baby boy!" Willis chuckled and carried Hollis over to the sink.

The sink was filled about three quarters with warm, steamy water. Willis put Hollis into the sink, where the boy had to sit on his bottom with his knees drawn up. Still, the sink was so big, that the boy was well submerged in the water.

Hollis took off his blue uniform jacket and Willis saw that the man was even hairier than he had first thought. The hair was thickest on his chest and arms, but there was even hair on his shoulder, and back.

"Ain't no sense getting' my uniform wet, is there?" Willis said amiable. He picked up a large bar of soap and a scrub brush. It was an old fashioned wood brush that is very good for getting crusted food off of plates.   Mrs. Harrison-Stanley had undoubtedly been shopping at Crate 'n Barrel.

Hollis rubbed soap back and forth across the bristles until it was very lathery then said.

"Okay, kid, stand up and we'll soon have you all spankin' clean."

Hollis faltered. "Can't I just wash myself? I can wash myself you know."

Willis lifted the boy to a standing position. "Boy, anyone ever tell you that you got too much to say." Willis held Hollis by one arm and started
vigorously scrubbing the boy with the brush.

"Hey, ouch," Hollis said, pulling against Willis, "that hurts."

"Take it easy kid, dad's just givin ya a little bath. I gotta get this crud off a ya."

Hollis wriggled while Willis scrubbed the paste off of his bottom, but Willis was pretty careful about it considering the boy's recent spanking. Only once, when Hollis's squirming got a little out of hand, did Willis react.

"Guess you need a little reminder, son," Willis said. He bent Hollis over his left arm and gave him three rapid wallops across the behind with the flat wooden back of the brush.

Hollis immediately started bawling again, but administered the three wallops dispassionately, stood the howling boy up after it was over, and continued scrubbing him in a businesslike manner. Hollis put up no more interference, but quietly cried and rubbed his bottom.

When Willis was done, he lifted the boy out of the sink and held him at arm's length. "Ya look good enough to play the New Year's baby, kid," he said proudly. "Anyone ever take a picture of ya in a diaper?"

Hollis stopped crying and looked at Willis with alarm. Willis grunted with humor and hugged the boy to his bare and hairy chest. "Don't worry, kid, I ain't gonna diaper ya.....not this time, anyway. Come on, let's get you dressed.

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Hollis wanted to reclaim his clothes before leaving the kitchen he had no desire to go up to his room stark naked, but his undress seemed meaningless to Willis. Willis flipped the boy onto his back, and said, "Hey, kid, dja ever play 'horsey.'?"

Hollis was half horrified/half delighted, when Willis galloped out of the kitchen with Hollis holding him around the neck. Willis' gallopings were pretty rambunctious and soon Hollis forgot his undress and just started laughing uproariously.
On the stairway to Hollis' room, they passed Mrs. Harrison-Stanley who bore the unmistakable signs of a night of partying.

"Hollis!" she cried. "Where are your clothes and who is this man?!"

"Hey, toots!" Willis said. "I fed the kid breakfast, give him a bath and now I'm gonna get him dressed we got things to do. How's about a little smackeroo for daddy, huh."

Willis grinned and puckered his lips. Mrs. Harrison-Stanley fled down the stairs. She guessed that this was a "D.A.D.,Inc." dad and wondered how such an uncouth specimen could have arrived. She hurried to the OmniComp to find out.

Meanwhile, Willis had put his jacket back on and Hollis was getting dressed. Willis eye-balled some of the boy's clothes and wrinkled his nose in his simian way.

"What's this shit?" he said, holding up a yellow shirt and khaki pants.

"It's my clothes," Hollis said uneasily. Then he rallied. "They happen to be the very best and extremely expensive."

Willis snorted and tossed them aside. "No son of mine is gonna wear sissy stuff like that. "

Hollis debated saying, "I'm not your son," but decided against it.

"No wonder you're a mess, boy." Willis took Hollis by the hand and started for the door.

"Where...where are we going?" the boys asked.

"I'm takin' ya home with me.....to straighten ya out. I'm takin' ya to "D.A.D." headquarter."

"But I don't want to!" the boy said firmly.

"Who the shit cares what a little naked peewit wants. That's your problem boy, ya got too much say so. Now you're gonna get some major Input!"

Willis moved toward the door and Hollis made a wild grab for the door frame.

"No, wait, please. I need some clothes," Hollis said, grabbing the end of the bedpost.

"Guess again, Junior," Willis scoffed. He picked Hollis up in one arm and carried him over his shoulder.   "There's a whole mess of dads who won't care one bit whether you're naked as a jaybird or wearin' your Sunday best. Fact is most D.A.D. training is much easier the less ya got on."

Willis carried Hollis, yelling for help and struggling, down the stairs. In his desperation at being abducted, Hollis regained much of his temperament and started howling insults.

"You big hairy, stupid baboon, you're going to regret this. My mother will call that asshole government agency and have you fired. Fired, do you get it!!"

"Kid," said Willis Cookie, "you need a pacifier. Here, suck on this and shet up." Willis poked his large thumbs in Hollis' mouth and stopped the noise.

In another moment, man and boy were standing before the OmniComp while Willis typed in a code. Then, with his thumb still firmly stopping Hollis' mouth, he stepped into the portal.   Hollis effectively managed to give Willis one good kick just missed his crotch. As the OmniComp started to glow, Willis pulled back his palm and delivered a wide handed resounded W H A C K !!   to Hollis' bottom.

At that moment, Mrs. Harrison-Stanley burst into her office. She was just in time to see a great glow filling the OmniComp's portal and, within the center of it, a large red handprint spread across the bare behind of her disappearing son.

(to be continued)