PHIL CAUGHT

BY PHIL MCCRACKEN

Part 5

Phil looked out the kitchen window as he waited for Amber. It was
4:00 and she was over an hour late coming home from school. She
never forgot to call before. If she were acting normal he'd be
worried. Lately she was acting down right hostile towards him. He
still couldn't figure out what he had done to deserve the cold
shoulder from her. He went to his den and poured himself another
drink.

Amber sat on Melody's bed and explained her problem. Melody was
one of those rare friends who knew how to keep a secret. It was
3:30 and Melody's parents wouldn't be home for another three
hours. Amber popped the floppy disc into Melody's computer and
showed her the stories she'd read. Melody read the stories with
as much interest as Amber had.

"Wow! Your story father loves you as much as your real father
does." Melody said.

"I know. It's just that he's making her do stuff to become what I
already am. Why?"

"Maybe he's writing from the perspective of what if he hadn't
raised you right in the first place. Can you remember anything
that you and he did that made you what you are today?"

Amber thought for a minute and then brightened up and explained,

"When I was six years old, I went to Mom and Dad's bedroom and
told them that there was a monster under my bed. Dad jumped up
and said; What! Again. Haven't they learned by now?" He got a
baseball bat from the closet and told me to wait with Mom. I
asked her what daddy was going to do? She said, "Get rid of the
monsters of course." I heard yelling and thumping and growls and
all sorts of noise. He then called out "Okay the monsters gone."
My brother came up and asked what was going on. Mom told him dad
was getting rid of monsters. Mark laughed and said, "Yeah he's
good at that." Dad came out of my room, which was now a mess and
he asked Mom if there was any more 'Monster be gone spray." She
said there was one more can left and went to her closet and came
back with this spray can. The picture on it was a little boy
spraying a monster that was running away. She gave me the can and
showed me how to use it. One little sprits in the closet, a
little under the bed and a little wherever a monster can hide,
would keep the monsters away. I asked if it really works and Dad
said, "Just ask your brother." For four years I sprayed that
stuff every night before going to bed. I never had problems with
monsters again. I know that it was just air freshener with a
label he made up."

"Can't you see what he did? He didn't chase away any monsters."

"I know there weren't any. He just figured out away for me not to
bother them at night."

"You are wrong. He empowered you to defeat your problems. As long
as I've known you, you've never been afraid of anything. All of
your friends love the guy. Whenever we're with him he makes us
feel special. You can't see it cause you always there getting all
of his love. When I come over, you and him are playing cards or
some board game or sitting together watching TV. In one day he
spends more time with you than my father spends with me in a
month. He plays little jokes on us but he's never mean, nasty or
suggestive. When we play a joke on him he always laughs."

"Did I tell you what he did three weeks ago?'

"No, what?"

"I get home from school and he's standing there waiting for me.
He has this look on his face like he's supposed to be mad but
there's a little bit of a smile and a twinkle in his eye. Any
way, he takes me by the hand and leads me to a chair. He sits
down and pulls me across his lap. You know that he's never
spanked me but here I was about to get a walloping. I didn't know
what I had done to deserve this. He starts to pat my butt very
lightly and starts with the lecture.

"I send you to the most expensive Catholic boarding school in the
country. What do you do the first day? At the end of lunch
period, you flush a cherry bomb down the toilet. Nine girls and
two nuns got splashed with poop and pee. Where did you get a
cherry bomb?"

Now I knew that he was playing and I was giggling while he gently
patted my butt. "Since it was your first day the sisters assigned
you to kitchen duty. You were to make the sisters dinner dessert.
You made chocolate pudding, loaded with Exlax! They had to
fumigate the convent! Where did you get all the laxative?"

I was laughing pretty hard now but he kept going.

"That did it. They kicked you out the first day. I couldn't come
and get you for a day so you were grounded to you room until I
could get there. Did you stay in your room? NO! You snuck into
the convent and filled all the shampoo bottles with some
depilatory. This morning there are twelve bald headed nuns. How
do you expect them to wear their wimples? You expect them to
staple them to their skulls? Do you know what they have to do to
keep them in place? They have to use scotch tape. Where did you
get all the Nair?"

I was laughing so hard I rolled off his lap onto the floor. He
got down next to me and said:

"I'm not done with you yet young lady."

I played along and said "Oh please sir, hee hee hee, please have
mercy."

"I'm afraid I have to do one more thing."

"Oh sir what would that be? Hahaha."

"I have to give you a…" He left my shirt "Zerbert" He put his
face on my tummy and blew. Bllaaapppp. I squealed with laughter.
When I stopped laughing he was looking at me with a big smile and
said "Come on I have a special treat for you in the kitchen."

Melody looked at her friend and said, "He really loves you."

Amber stopped smiling and asked "Then way does he write those
stories?"

"It's what they call a safety valve. It's an outlet for him. My
father plays golf and drinks with his buddies; Mom and I rarely
see him. What would happen if he weren't allowed to go out? He'd
stay home and drink and that could be dangerous. You know he's
something of a pervert."

"Yeah, somehow or another he always bumps into me when I'm here."

"He likes to walk in on me when I'm taking a bath. Since we're
telling secrets, when I read the story 'Trouble Sleeping' you
asked how can a spanking help you sleep. I'll tell you. A
spanking exhausts you physically and emotionally. You release
your stress. Too, every nerve in your body is stimulated, so when
you combined that with sex your whole body is involved. Its like
fire works. When you masturbate and cum it's like a pretty
firework going off in your head with colors popping. When someone
else does it for you its like five fireworks going off at once.
When you've been spanked its like the bouquet or the end when
they send up thirty or forty at a time. My secret is, Dad likes
to spank me. He'll cop a feel while heating up my ass. When he's
done I can't wait to get alone so I can rub my clit till I
explode. So every now and then I'll do something to piss him off
and get spanked. Believe me the pain is worth it. Now that allows
Dad to vent his built up frus trations. Imagine what could happen
if your father couldn't write out his fantasy? Forgive him and
let him write. He hasn't done anything to hurt has he?"

Amber thought for a few seconds and said, "There's a story you
haven't read yet."

Amber went to the index and clicked on the title: The Birthday
Present.