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Subject: {ASSM} Dana: Consequences (mf Mf ff Ff etc, caution)
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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.


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