Message-ID: <52472asstr$1132067402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <1132020730.15074.247514130@webmail.messagingengine.com> X-Sasl-Enc: PhcCJVm10p1Ku3224v6uOZMBIWqzTufpnueYfqjL2bZT 1132020730 From: pseudorandom@fastmail.fm Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 14 Nov 2005 19:12:10 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Dana: Consequences (mf Mf ff Ff etc, caution) Lines: 331 Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2005 10:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/52472> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hoisingr Coded caution to avoid spoilers -- full codes at the bottom. P. Random -- http://www.fastmail.fm - Choose from over 50 domains or use your own <1st attachment, "Consequences.txt" begin> Consequences (mf Mf ff Ff etc, caution) by pseudoRandom Let's get real. High school is a prison filled with teenagers caught in the grip of raging hormones. Kids screw every chance they get -- in deserted classrooms, utility closets, back stacks of the library, locker room showers, you name it. Half of every sports team performs homosexual initiations on the other half. Over half the teachers take advantage of students' vulnerability and have sex with them every chance they can. And don't get me started on support staff. I knew this. But somehow I hadn't made the connection to my daughter. "Let me get this straight -- you're fucking how many of your teachers?" Dana winced at my deliberately brutal verb. She was standing before me in my home-office. "That would be ... " "Yes?" "All of them." "You're fucking all of your teachers in return for good grades." "Um. Yes." "Even Ms. Dubois?" If so, I was severely disappointed -- Dana's mother returned to Geneva, where Dana visits every summer. My daughter's as fluent in French as I am, and I'm a professional translator. "Well, no -- " She broke off. After a moment, I asked, "No, you're not fucking her or no, not for a grade?" "Not for a grade. I'm ... having an affair with Isabel because I want to." That I could understand. Isabel Dubois was a pretty and sexy first-year teacher -- apricot blonde and a fine figure. If I'd been in her class, I'd've ached to bang her too. "So," I continued, leaning back in my chair, "five of your six As are from using your body, not your brain." "Well, I guess you -- " Dana swallowed. "Mm?" " -- I guess you could put it that way," she said, miserably. It was going to get a lot worse for her. I was determined to show her exactly how badly she'd messed up by rubbing her nose in it. "And without horizontal tutorials, what would your grades in these five classes be?" Dana took a deep breath. "Probably Fs." "Because?" "Because I haven't done any homework or studied for any tests." Before I could lead her further, she continued, "And that's because I've spent all my time f-fucking them instead of working." "I think," I said sternly, "you had better tell me what you've been doing with your time. EVERYTHING." "Well -- " "Including fucking other people, too." Dana swallowed. "Well, you know that study group I go to after school? I -- well, I don't." I nodded. I already knew that from one time I'd called Tara's house and her mother forgot to cover for Dana. I'd figured she was using the time to hook up with her boyfriend, Jeff. Since she spent a lot of time in her room studying -- so I thought -- and was pulling As, I hadn't worried about it. A teenager's going to fuck her boyfriend -- that was a given. It was the teachers that shocked me. Dana continued. "That's when I meet with my teachers. We have a regular schedule. Monday, I'm with Kurt -- Mr. Pierce, my calculus teacher. We go to his van and do it in the back. Tuesday, Mr. Lipmann tutors me in history at a motel. Gail Carson -- you know, bio -- takes me to her house Wednesday. Isabel is Thursday -- that's why Thursday study group is extra long. And Friday is Ian McCormac. He's English." I almost said, "No, he's Scottish," but I knew what she meant. Besides now wasn't the time for jokes; I followed the real issue. "And what about phys ed?" "Oh. Um." Dana looked guilty. "That's during class." "What days?" "Every day. See, what with skipping all my study sessions, that's the only time during the week Jeff and I can hook up. So instead of going out in the gym after changing, I sneak into the boys' locker room and we have a quickie in the showers there. After we've had enough time for that, Mr. Ransom comes in and 'finds' us there, and he and I do a game of letting him fuck me in return for not getting in trouble." "And Jeff is okay with this?" "Oh, he knows I'm only doing it for the grades -- it's not cheating. And I make it up to him on weekends." "And with anyone else?" Dana flushed. "No -- just Jeff." I believed her -- my daughter's indignation wasn't forced. "So you two do it all weekend." I didn't make it a question. "Pretty much." That was something of a weasel. I let it go for the moment, to come back when she wasn't defensive about it. I had another thread to follow. "In that case, what about evenings here at home?" THAT got a guilty look. "Well." "Dana," I said sternly. "What are you doing instead of studying?" "Chatting. Online." "Just, chatting." "Well." I cleared my throat. "You know that small surveillance camera I got a while back for a science project?" Oh gods and goddesses -- my daughter was a cam girl. An UNDERAGED cam girl. But I didn't let on immediately, but forced her to tell me all. "What about it?" "Well, we do chat sex. With the cam on. It's hooked up to my computer now." "'We'?" "Sometimes it's Jeff, sometimes whoever." "Whoever?" "Men. You know, online. They come to my site." "So you're saying that you chat with strange men, and when they tell you to perform sex acts for the camera, you do them. And broadcast this all across the Internet." " ... yes ... " I almost asked if she kept archives. Of course she did -- I knew that kind of site. I could grab those later; it would be a distraction now. "Anything else I should know about your sex life?" Dana swallowed. "No." "What about weekends?" "What about them?" Again the weaseling. Ha. "Is it just you and Jeff?" Dana took a deep breath. "No." I looked at her. "Saturdays, we get together with some friends, sometimes. Well, every Saturday. With the study group. That's -- that's when I reward the study group for covering for me." "By letting them gang-bang you." Dana looked shocked -- probably at that I knew the word. Little did she know. "Yes," she said. "With Jeff there?" "Well, he's part of the study group." "And who else?" That was a guess, but a good one. "And Bonnie Reimann." Tara's mother, the one who'd slipped the gaff. "She fucks you too?" "And watches." I just bet she did. "Watches?" "With a camera." "Video?" She nodded. I was willing to bet that, if the weekend movies weren't on Dana's site, they'd be available from Bonnie direct. Again, I knew the type. "Anyone else?" "No." Emphatic -- as if that was the last thing to get off her chest. "And what about Sunday?" "THAT's Jeff's day. We spend it alone, together." Said with such relief -- because the truth meant she didn't have to cover anything up anymore -- that I had to believe her. "Well then." "Yes, Daddy." I mused for a moment. So much I hadn't been aware of. I'd thought my little girl had grown into a sexually active young woman -- and instead, I found a little slut. Dana broke into my thoughts. "So, what now?" Ah -- time for the suspense to end. "Yes. You, young lady, are in serious trouble." Dana nodded glumly. "So -- first, you will stop fucking your teachers for grades. Second, I expect you to maintain your grades. That means studying and doing homework. With your study group. Third, you need to make up to Jeff for what you've been doing to him. That means no more Saturday orgies -- and since the study group won't be covering for you any more, you won't need to thank them for it anyway. Fourth, I'm taking away your computer privileges and taking down your site. And finally, you are SO grounded. Any time you're not in school, studying at Tara's, or with Jeff, you spend at home. In fact, it'd be even better if you spend your time with Jeff at home. "Understand?" "Yes, Daddy." "Any questions?" "Um." She hesitated. "How long?" "Mm. I want to say until you've proven yourself worthy of trust, but that's too open-ended to be fair. Let's say you're grounded for a month." Dana sighed. "Okay. What about my computer?" "Um. Two weeks." I figured it'd take me at least that long to go through her video archives, just looking at just how illegal these sexual images of a minor really were. "Except for the cam," I added. "You've lost that entirely." This panicked her. "But Daddy," she pleaded for the first time, "I need my computer to do homework!" That made me wonder how much money she was making as a cam girl. But the homework plea was fair enough. I hemmed and hawed. Sensing my weakness, Dana came forward and sat in my lap. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she looked up at me and said, "Please, Daddy? Pleeeaaazzz?" I held her, hands on her torso, away from my body. "Well, a week." I could just strip her files and go through them at my leisure. "Oh, thank you thank you thank you!" And before I could stop her, by daughter hugged me tight. Which meant she was pressing her hip against my erection. There was no hope of her not noticing, either, not as well-endowed as I am. Still holding me tightly, Dana said into my chest, "Daddy?" "Yes, Dana?" She shifted against my hard-on. "Is there anything I can do to make up for -- for what I've done?" Her shifting continued -- rhythmically. "I -- " I swallowed. I was close to coming. "Anything?" I weakened. "Like what?" "Well, I think --" I felt a hand fumbling with my belt buckle "-- we can think of something." Dana gasped when my cock sprung free. Many women do. She tried to take it in her mouth, but failed -- also like many woman. So she used her other set of lips instead -- right there, and later again in her bedroom. Then again many times over the next week as we watched her videos together. After all, if my daughter hadn't learn, the first time, the lesson about trying to negate consequences with sex, it was my duty as a parent to teach it to her myself. -END- codes: mf Mf ff Ff etc, group, voy, inc <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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