Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  "I appreciate your not telling anyone about this except the girls in our network," she said to them. "If David and the kids knew about it I think they'd hunt John down and kill him."

  "Don't worry," Marisa said. "Our lips are sealed."

  "But what about Bea?" Meg asked Patty. "You told John that you were going to tell her all about it."

  "Bea's one of us. I can trust her to keep her mouth shut. But she needs to know about this because I can't have her going around recommending a guy who can't control his dick."

  "He's probably one of those chronic masturbators," Marisa reflected. "You know...the kind who's perpetually horny and will get off whenever and however he can."

  "Yeah, but on my god-damn pictures? Come on!"

  "Well, anyway, it's too bad you had to let him go. He was a great assistant."

  "Yes, he was," Patty conceded. "He was the best I ever had. And I can't tell you how disappointed I am in him. To pull off such a stunt like that was sheer lunacy. Can you image if the press got wind of it? I'd be the laughing stock of Hollywood."

  Meg sipped her drink slowly, seemingly preoccupied.

  "I have an idea," the blonde beauty said. "Is Bea still a practicing dominatrix?"

  "The last I heard she had her husband eating out of a dog dish if that's what you mean," Patty replied with amusement.

  "Well what if you don't fire John but maybe punish him instead?"

  "Punish him?"

  "Yeah, punish him. You say he's the best personal assistant you ever had, right?"

  "Right."

  "Well, what if we put the boy on a course of rehabilitation? Bea is good at training guys like John. She has an experienced hand, if you know what I mean."

  "That's a great idea!" Marisa said. "Why get rid of him? Other than the fact that he's a pervert, he's done a great job for you, Patty. And you always liked him."

  Patricia considered the proposal for a few moments and seemed to approve of the idea.

  "If Bea is willing to whip him into shape," she said, "then I'll give him a second chance. But only if she is willing."

  "I think she will be," Marisa said with a smile. "You know how much she loves dominating younger men."

  ************

  When John got a call from Patty a few days later telling him that his future employment with her was contingent upon a period of training in social etiquette with Bea Arthur, he was both elated and nervous. He had heard Patty tell tales of the tall, stern woman; a woman who had once been a "Golden Girl" but who had nonetheless always possessed the heart of a powerful dominatrix. He had found it hard to believe that she, who had always been a close personal friend of his mother, could really be a true sadist at heart. Despite his doubts, he would either comply with Patty's demands or he would be out of work, and the latter proposition did not appeal to him in the least. And so, having made formal arrangements through Patty to meet with his mother's best friend, he duly reported to Bea's house the following week curious as to what form this training in social etiquette would take.

  Bea lived in a lavish old house on Woodrow Wilson Drive in Hollywood, and John had visited there with his mother frequently when he was a kid. He hadn't been to the house in a few years and was pleasantly surprised when he was solemnly escorted into the parlor by a cute young woman who told him to wait there until Bea arrived. As it was, it was a good twenty minutes before the matron appeared, dressed casually in a blue blazer and pants, and with her was a girl whom John recognized as Eden Sher, the 20-year-old brown-haired actress from the TV show, "The Middle". She was dressed in a plain white tee shirt and a pair of tight khaki shorts that hugged her buttocks beautifully.

  "So good to see you, John," Bea said warmly, extending her hand to him which he took quickly and shook vigorously.

  "You look wonderful, Bea," he said deferentially, bowing slightly as he did so.

  Bea smiled. "I must say Patricia has an eye for beauty and it seems talent too. I heard about your escapade at the Sheraton Hotel last week young man. What the fuck was going through your mind?"

  "I guess nothing," he replied with a shrug.

  "No, because you were thinking with your other head—the one between your legs."

  This comment drew a loud giggle from Eden.

  "John, this is Eden Sher. You know, the girl who stars in the TV show 'The Middle'. Eden, this is John—the dickhead."

  This was said in such a perfunctory way that both John and Eden couldn't stop themselves from laughing.

  "I suppose I did act like a dickhead," John admitted as he shook the young girl's hand.

  "That's why you're here today—so that we can cure you of your dick-headed-ness."

  "We?" John inquired.

  "Yes, we," Bea replied. "Eden is undergoing some training of her own so she'll be observing and sometimes participating in your rehabilitation."

  "Don't worry, John," Eden said, still laughing. "I'll try to go easy on you."

  John looked at Bea inquisitively, but she merely offered him a wan smile. "Let's all go out on the patio and get started."

  John dutifully followed Bea and Eden outside and to his surprise he saw Meg sitting by the pool wearing a pale yellow sundress. Sitting next to her were several other women—all famous actresses—drinking and laughing gaily. To Meg's right sat Julia Roberts, looking as radiantly beautiful as ever in a one-piece, black bathing suit. Stretched out lazily on a chaise lounge next to her was Christina Ricci, attired in a pastel-blue bikini, her pert, suntanned body glistening with suntan lotion. And sitting to Christina's right was none other than Raquel Welch who, at 71 years of age, had lost none of her legendary sex appeal. She wore a pair of cut-off jeans and a black halter top, revealing her ample cleavage. She smiled seductively at John as he approached, observing him intently before pausing to wrap her lips around a large straw that protruded from her wine cooler.

  "Well, well, well," Meg commented as her eyes surveyed the young man. "You certainly look good in those jeans John, I must say."

  "Hi Meg," John replied, feeling a bit uncomfortable after what she had seen him do at the Sheraton.

  Meg continued to stare at him with a decidedly coy expression that hinted of familiarity, but she said nothing further.

  Bea then introduced John to Julia, Christina, and Raquel in turn, and all three of them seemed to possess the same air of familiarity that Meg had displayed toward him. It was something in their eyes; a shared knowledge that only they were privy to, and it made him feel most uncomfortable.

  "You may as well know, John," Bea began. "They know about you."

  John's heart fluttered for a moment when he heard those words. He knew there was something strange about the way these women were looking at him; as if he were already naked, both figuratively and literally, with every tiny crack in his psychological armor exposed and vulnerable. In light of this, even the esteemed presence of these Hollywood goddesses did nothing to assuage his guilt and shame for his prior actions.

  "They know?" he asked, despairingly. "How do they know? Who told them?"

  "Patricia told them of course," Bea replied, as if there could be no other explanation. "We're all in this together, John—me, Eden, Meg, all of us. I guess the simplest way to explain it is that we are part of a Hollywood clique composed of actresses, writers, musicians, and others who have an interest in dominating men. And sometimes, when those men misbehave, we have to take matters into our own hands. That's why you're here today—because you fucked up."

  "Is this part of the social etiquette training that Patty was talking about?"

  "And so it is," Bea replied with a sardonic grin. "See? You understand already. Smart boy!"

  John still had no real understanding of what he was to soon undergo and he looked warily at Bea and Eden. The other women laughed at his discomfiture and kept quiet, happy to let Bea take the lead.

  "You see, John, my dear boy," she continued. "Your mother, my dearest friend in the entire world, knows absolutely nothing about thi
s part of my life. But that can change. Not that I want it to. But if you, for any reason, decline to undergo the training, I will have no choice but to tell her and your father about your recent faux pas at Patty's book-signing event last week. Do I make myself clear?"

  John looked down at his feet and sighed loudly. "Very clear."

  "Good. I'm glad you understand. Now take off all your clothes and lay your body across my knees with your lovely little ass in the air."

  "What?" John replied with a startled look. "What do you want me to do?"

  "You heard her," Eden said. "Take off your clothes and lay across her knees."

  "You're kidding, right?" he asked, his voice quavering.

  "No, I'm not kidding," Bea replied. "Now come on. Stop wasting time and do as I say or I go to your family."

  At first John seemed hesitant to obey, but his precious job was at stake. Even worse, to have Bea tell the awful truth about his behavior to his parents was more than he could bear. He would be frowned upon as some perverse monster who could never look his parents in the eye again. Reluctantly, he stood up and slowly began to shed his clothes to the delight and amusement of the women.

  "Think of it this way, John," Bea said, as she eagerly watched him remove his black Jockey briefs. "The sooner you take your medicine, the sooner you'll get well."

  "You'd think I'd had a disease."

  "Well, in a way you do. I think you know that it's socially unacceptable to masturbate in public, don't you?"

  "Yes."

  "And such behavior needs to be punished. After we're done with you, you will be far more discreet the next time you pull out your little monkey. In fact, until this chronic masturbation issue is resolved, you will be completely under our control."

  "For how long?" he asked, looking extremely worried.

  "That only Patty can decide. Now get those damn briefs off."

  Her words offered him no comfort. Begrudgingly, he pulled down his underwear and flung them to one side.

  "Nothing like a handsome young man with a nice big pecker!" Raquel laughed, staring longingly at his ample equipment.

  "Yeah, baby!" Julia agreed, smiling broadly. "Very nice package!"

  Christina rose her lithe body up into a sitting position to get a better view. "You have a great body, John," she said in her sexy little voice. "So nice of you to show it to us."

  Meg, who had already seen him in the flesh, merely sat back in her chair enjoying the scenery. Bea seemed the least impressed of the group, remarking that it was hard to view him as a sexual object when she had once changed his diapers. As for Eden, she didn't waste a minute checking out his impressive package, even to the point of grabbing his cock and balls for a closer inspection.

  "Now, now, Eden," Bea warned. "Let's not be hasty."

  "I'm sorry, Bea," the girl replied. "I just had to touch it."

  The brief and unexpected sensation of the young girl's hand on John's crotch made him jump. He had never had a strange woman touch him so intimately and with such audacity. For some reason he found her brazenness alluring.

  Obeying Bea's command, he laid his body face down across her knees. And then, in front of everyone, she proceeded to give him an old-fashioned spanking.

  "And that's for being such a dirty, wicked little boy!" Bea exclaimed, as she delivered the first few slaps to his buttocks. "Imagine jerking yourself off all over your boss's photographs and getting all that mucky white cock snot all over them! You miserable little man pig!"

  John couldn't believe how hard she was hitting him. So hard, in fact, that his eyes were beginning to well up with tears. "Please!" he wailed after the first dozen hits. "I'm sorry! I'll never do it again!"

  "You're damn right you won't!" Bea cried. "From now on you will do as we tell you to do! Do you understand me young man?"

  This was followed by a round of blows with her clenched fist that fell upon him every second with increasing ferocity. It felt to him that the pain grew exponentially with each successive hit, and being abused this way in front of total strangers made him feel a sense of shame that he had never experienced before. After the second dozen strokes he could no longer contain himself. He began to sob openly.

  "That's it!" his tormentor boasted with satisfaction. "Cry little boy! Show us what a big fucking sissy you really are!"

  Several more hard slaps were delivered with great gusto and then Bea pushed him off her lap and onto the ground. "You are a worthless little piece of shit!" she said glaring down at him with all the fury she could muster. "Now get on your feet and stop crying before I give you a dozen more!"

  The women exploded with laughter. John stood up and wiped the dirt from his backside, his face streaming with tears and his ass red and bruised. He was chided mercilessly by all the women, and in particular, Eden.

  "You pervert!" the young ingenue said to him with disdain. "You got what you deserved!"

  "That's enough, Eden," Bea told the girl. "He's had his punishment for today."

  "That's it?" she asked, disappointed.

  "What more do you want?"

  "Well, what about...you know..."

  Bea looked perplexed.

  "You know," Eden said in an attempt to jog her memory. "You told me that you were going to teach me how to..."

  "Oh," Bea said, smiling. "Of course. Let's do it now."

  Bea ordered John to sit in a chair facing the women. With some help from Eden she performed a splendid handjob on John, forcing his cock to get fully erect within less than a minute.

  "You know, John," Bea began, as her hands played over the fleshy terrain of his penis, "I never thought I'd be doing this. How does it feel?"

  "Great!" he replied, luxuriating in the sublime sensation of being jerked off by a mature woman.

  "This is wonderful!" Raquel laughed as the young boy's huge penis expanded to its impressive ten-inch length. "You certainly haven't lost your touch, Bea!"

  "Years of giving handjobs makes one quite adept," Bea replied. "But you know that already don't you, Raquel?"

  Raquel laughed. "Yes, darling, I do!"

  "This is one big penis!" Eden remarked as she fondled John's swollen testicles. "I'll bet you have quite a lot of sperm in there."

  John was afraid to reply lest he say something to offend the young girl, who already viewed him as nothing more than a sexual toy. He sat and said nothing, knowing full well that this further abasement of his pride was nothing more than a continuation of the humiliation he had just suffered at Bea's hands. Yet the control they had over him had a distinctly sexual element to it. It was a strange yet overpowering feeling of pleasure being at the mercy of these clothed women, while he remained totally naked and subject to their every whim. He was at a loss to explain it.

  "I hope you're going to give us another one of your great big cum shots like you did at the hotel," Meg said, teasingly.

  "You're a fan of big cum shots too?" Christina said to Meg. "That fucking rocks!"

  "I love them too!" Julia confessed, as she watched Bea's expert hands force John's prick to swell to its fullest dimensions.

  "Okay," Bea said to Eden. "Now keep tickling the frenulum like I showed you the other day."

  Eden did as she was told. With just the tip of her finger, Eden brought John to the edge of climax. But Bea would have none of it.

  "No, no, no!" she admonished the young girl as she clamped her fist firmly around John's erection, forestalling his orgasm. "You have to be mindful of the balls!"

  "What do you mean, Bea?" she asked, withdrawing her hand.

  "What she means," Meg laughed, "is that when you see his nuts rising up into his body he's going to shoot off!"

  "Precisely!" Bea said. "Balls up, sperm out!"

  "That's one way to put it!" Raquel remarked cheerily.

  Eden's hesitant yet insistent machinations on John's cock had everyone laughing hysterically by this time. And even Christina, who was usually the least emotional of all of them, couldn't help but be totally amused
at the ridiculousness of the scenario being played out before her eyes.

  "Hey Eden!" she said. "Grab onto his stick shift really hard. That will stop him from coming!"

  "That's right!" Bea agreed. "Never let them have their way. Remember, Eden, you are the one in control—always!"

  "Words of wisdom, Eden!" Julia said. "Listen to Bea. She knows what she's talking about."

  "Thank you, Julia," Bea replied. "If you want to be a professional dominatrix like the rest of us," she said to her protege, "then you must learn the ropes. That's why I took you under my wing—because I saw promise in you. Now let's let this boy empty his nuts for us and that will conclude our lesson for today."

  "You don't expect me to jerk off in front of you and these women, do you?" John asked, with a look of trepidation.

  "I certainly do," Bea replied without hesitation. "It's all part of your punishment, just as Patricia ordered."

  "But it's so degrading."

  "That's the idea. Humiliation, physical and mental abuse, sexual manipulation...it's all stock in trade for a dominatrix. Now do as you're told and not another word."

  With all the women's eyes firmly fixed upon him, John stood up and gripped his still rigid penis in his right hand and began to jerk himself off, slowly at first, but increasing in tempo as the women offered him encouragement.

  "Come on, handsome," Julia giggled. "Show us what you've got."

  John could only wonder at the irony of it all. It was one thing to masturbate in private with pictures of your favorite star in front of you, but quite another to jerk off in front of these beautiful and famous celebrities, all of whom were taking an inordinate delight in watching him masturbate for their viewing pleasure. But whatever inhibitions he may have harbored soon wore off as he came closer to orgasm, fueled by the tempestuous and vulgar ravings of his captivated audience.

  "That's it Johnny boy!" Meg exclaimed. "Get that pre-cum flowing baby!"

  "Give us a nice big load of spunk you fucking wanker!" Eden cried as she watched his balls rise up to cling to the base of his shaft.

  At then it hit him—the unbelievable pleasure of feeling his seed escape through the tip of his penis like a boiling geyser of seething white foam under tremendous pressure struggling desperately for release and having nowhere to go but up. And up and out the furious flow of semen went, shooting six feet high into the air in front of the laughing celebrities, a resplendent exorcism of all the pent-up frustration he had felt since he had betrayed his boss now manifesting itself as glowing, whitish ropes of pearly cream, spurting up high and far into the early evening sky.