Paul Gets a "D.A.D." Daddy - Part 7

Author: Writer8322@aol.com

Chapter 7: Paul Flynn’s Journal

Mr. Gregory looked over his folder on Paul Flynn (formerly Hollander). As part of his job for "D.A.D." he had to follow up on all sons placed with intermediary fathers. "D.A.D.’s" success ratio was admirable, but there were occasional mis-placements that had to be changed. Reading Paul Flynn’s file, Mr. Gregory felt that this would not prove to be the case.

The file contained a daily log that Shep Flynn had sent out each day to "D.A.D." The log not only documented Paul’s training and responses to the training, but it also contained a form that Shep was expected to fill out.

The form had been created by the psyciatric division at "D.A.D." and was designed to elicit from all intermediary Dads, their developing feeling about the sons in their care. Some of the check list questions that Shep had to respond to were as follows:

Frequently Sometimes Seldom

When my son and I talk we develop a

deeper understanding of each other.

When I spank my son, I am filled

with feelings of love for him.

I dislike my son when he disobeys me.

I think about what my son might grow

up to be.

When I am spanking my son, I experience

his pain even as I punish him.

When my son is sleeping, I

look in on him.

When my son pleases me I

tell him so.

I think about my son’s point

of view.

I balance my son’s point of

view with my expectations for

him.

I feel protective towards my

son’s body and spirit.

During a spanking, when my

son is pleading for me to stop,

I remember the goal of punishment

and see it through.

Recently, Shep had been sending Mr. Gregory copies of what Paul had begun to write in a journal. Shep had no misgivings about duplicating the material, despite the privacy of its nature, since it was absolutely required that all "D.A.D." sons have their thoughts, writings and actions documented scrupulously as a means of determining the effectiveness of their training.

Mr. Gregory sat in his office, a floating light globe hoving over his desk as he read the latest entry in Paul Flynn’s journal.

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Dear Journal,

Today, daddy said that I did not need to have spanking treatments anymore and that any spankings I got would be because I earned them. He also gave me a present in a gift-wrapped box....guess what it was? Pants and underpants. I was glad to get them, but I was also surprised that it didn’t really mean that much to me. I guess I got used to going around bare.

In the morning, I helped dad deliver Gussie’s new calf. When dad and I were kneeling in the hay, working with Gussie (she was having a hard time), dad said that he didn’t know how he had gotten along without me. I felt really good about that. Gussie’s new calf is really cute; dad said that I could take care of her and give her a name.

Johnny and I went horseback riding after lessons; we rode out to Patrick’s house and his dad let him take one of their horses and ride with us. Johnny took us down to the river and let us fish for awhile. Johnny said that one of these days, he’ll take me and Pat camping if dad’s says it’s okay. Pat and I were a little noisy during the fishing and Johnny took his quirt off of his belt and threatened to warm our backsides if we didn’t shut up; you know that we got a lot quieter after that.

After lunch, when daddy and I did our lessons, we finished TREASURE ISLAND. I was disappointed, because dad is such a great reader, but he said that we’re going to start 20,000 LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA tomorrow and that we’ll divide up the characters and share-read the book. Isn’t my dad the best?!

I almost made it through the whole day without a spankin’, but I blew it just before dinner. Dad had told me to make sure that I closed the hog pen after feeding, because those darn pigs just love to run crazy. Well, I forgot and they did.

It took forever for me and dad to round them up and afterwards, he made me go out to the woodshed with him. I started crying even before we got there, because I wanted to show dad that I could go a whole day without him needing to punish me. Dad put me on his knee and wiped my tears. He held my hand and said that growing up took a lot of time and that he was very very proud of me for how far I had come. I kinda thought that maybe he was changing his mind about the spanking, but then he turned me over and put me across his knees. He said that it was irresponsible of me to forget about closing the pen and that a pig might have got lost orhurt and that he had to make sure I remembered not to do it again.

Then daddy spanked the seat of my pants for awhile and soon it started hurting and I started crying. When I started crying, Dad stood me up and unbuttoned my pants and took them all the way down and put me back on his lap. Then he spanked me for a long time until I was really crying and kicking (though I tried hard not to).

Then Dad made me stand up again and this time he pulled down my underpants and took them and my pants off. It felt funny to be all bare from the waist down again; it made me feel like a much littler boy.

Then daddy said he hated to spank me any more, but I needed to feel it on my bare bottom to make sure that I had really learned my lesson. I told dad that I had, but he felt really definite about it and put me back on his lap and spanked me for another long time. I didn’t worry about kicking or not kicking or how loud I was crying. Dad’s hand was burning me up and I just let ‘er rip. I bet that Johnny and the other farmhands heard me bawling all the way in the bunkhouse.

Finally, dad decided that I had been spanked enough and he held me on his lap until I calmed down a little. Then he took me on his knee and hugged me and I cried some more, mostly because I felt so bad that I let daddy down. When I told him that, he hugged me even harder and said that I never really let him down, because I was exactly the son he always wanted. I know that that should have made me happy, and it did, but it also made me cry some more. Why do you think it did that?

Anyway, we went back to the house. Dad took off my pants and underpants, so my rear end could cool down, and carried them for me. Then we made dinner and afterwards we played checkers.

Before bed, dad gave me a bath and washed me himself. He hardly ever does that, because of course I can do it myself, but I didn’t mind. Dad’s big hands and the smell of his old pipe makes me feel special; like I never felt before I came to the farm with daddy.

When he tucked me in, he said "How would you like me to read a little of 20,000 LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA just to get you into it. I said GREAT, but I wanted to talk a little first. Dad said sure, "What’s on your mind, son?"

I started crying again. I know it sounds like a baby, but I couldn’t help it. Dad pulled me out of the bed and held me for a while and then he told me to tell him why I was upset.

I said that I didn’t ever want to leave him or the farm and I said was he going to let me stay? Dad grinned and threw me on the bed and we wrestled around and he tickled me a little. He said, "Anyone tries to take you off this farm, I’ll break his damn neck!"

I gave daddy a super big hug. Then he pulled me off and held me by the arms and asked me, "You sure you want to stay. You know that I’m pretty tough, and there will be times when I’ll think you need a spanking and maybe a really hard one. You know that don’t you, son?"

I said that I didn’t care about that and dad said, "How come? How come you don’t care about that Paul, you used to?"

I said that I knew that when dad spanked me it was only because he really cared about me. Dad hugged me again (I know that we’re mushy, but I can’t help that!), and then he bounced me around and said, "Let’s start this good old book."

Dad read to me for awhile and then he said he thought he’d just sit in the rocking chair and have a pipe while I fell asleep.

I felt so safe going to sleep with dad sitting there; I love the farm and I love my dad. I guess, I’m probably the luckiest son in the whole world.

Paul

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Mr. Gregory closed Paul Flynn’s file and put it into hisdesk drawer. He hit thebutton of the Omnicomp monitor on his desk and typed in a name:

HOWARD MORRIS, age 16

A data sheet opened up filled with information about Howard Morris. Mr. Gregory increased the size of the type and started reading the profile of his next case.

THE END.