Sam’s “train wreck” of a daughter

Sam Thompson thought life is good. Sam was only 53 years old and he’d retired two years ago. Sam had owned a mortgage brokerage business with six offices in Eastern Tennessee, Georgia and both Carolinas. He’d sold out to a bank just before the collapse in the housing market. Between the million he’d netted from the sale of his business, stocks he’d bought in the nineteen eighties and nineties, his mutual funds and money market accounts Sam was sitting pretty. He also had a secret sideline that paid him plenty.

Sam lived in an 8,000 square foot house on a hill in Eastern Tennessee. Overlooking a large lake, he could look down and see his moored sailboat. Sam had two passions in life; sailing and golfing at his country club. Yes, life was good.

Sam and his x-wife had been divorced for twenty years. They had one child, a daughter, Merilee. Merilee had been ten when they split up. Sam’s x had raised her but Sam had always been generous to her and with her child support. Sam really hadn’t seen much of Merilee. She and her mother had moved to Seattle shortly after the divorce. Then just two months ago, Merilee had shown up on his door step. Life was no longer good.

Merilee looked like a million dollars. She stood 5’9” tall and weighed 140 pounds. Her Native American ancestry showed. With high cheek bones, copper completion, waist length raven hair, full firm breasts and shapely ass she was a head turned. Sam couldn’t understand how she could look so good with the life she’d led. No matter how great she looked, Merilee was a train wreck!

As soon as she’d gotten out of high school she’d taken off with a rock musician. He’d abandoned her in Phoenix, pregnant and broke. Sam sent her the money for plane fare back to Seattle and paid for the abortion. Back in Seattle she’d married her high school sweetheart; there were no children. It lasted just three years. Sam sent the money for the divorce. Just six months later she married again. From what Sam knew he seemed like a good guy. Having just completed his MBA, he got a fantastic job offer in San Francisco. After a year Merilee decided she didn’t like him or San Francisco, she left him. Sam sent her a check for the divorce. Next was a cocaine dealer; no marriage fortunately but she did develop an expensive habit. The dealer left her when she got pregnant. Sam stroked the check for the abortion and her rehab. Her most recent was a real loser. Unfortunately, she married him. He was an alcoholic who liked to beat on her when he was drunk. Marilee took up the booze, too. When she got tired of being a punching bag she left him but did keep the booze habit. Sam pulled out his check book, paid for the divorce and her entry to the Betty Ford Clinic.

Like I said, two abortions, drug and alcohol problems and three failed marriages; Merilee was a train wreck. And she showed up at Sam’s door two months ago. Sam took her in.

Sam had two passions; sailing and golf. Sam also had a secret; he liked deviant sex. He had constructed a twenty by twenty room in his basement; his playroom. It was completely soundproofed with mirrored walls and ceiling. It was here Sam kept his toys.
There were masks, gags and whips. It was furnished with a huge four poster bed. Cameras were mounted on all four posts and it had two viewing screens; one for the action in the bed and the other to view pornographic DVDs. But Sam’s real pride and joy was his enema equipment collection. From a child’s small rubber ball syringe to a huge 5 quart bag Sam could meet anyone’s needs. And nozzles, God did he have nozzles; from a double Bardach to a sixteenth century ivory model. Sam often wondered how many royal assess the ivory one had serviced. Now Sam had put his toys away and locked up his playroom; Merilee was here. No, life was no longer good.

Merilee had arrived on a bus with the clothes on her back. She and Sam had talked and they had agreed on some rules for her.

1. No drugs
2. No excessive drinking
3. She would enroll in college

He took her to Knoxville shopping. She bought a complete new wardrobe; her clothes, Sam’s money. He’d bought her a small car so she could commute to school; her car, Sam’s money. She’d enrolled in college, Sam paid the tuition.

She managed to last two weeks before she’d come home drunk. Sam screamed, yelled and ranted; “What are you doing Marilee? Are you stupid?” Merilee cried and promised she would never do it again. Only a week later Sam had walked by her room. Her door was open and he saw a baggie of marijuana on her dresser; she hadn’t even bothered to hide it. She was stupid. More screaming and ranting answered by more tears and promises. Then her first college report came in. She was failing most all of her subjects. The only two she wasn’t failing were incomplete; she wasn’t even bothering to attend those classes.

He hadn’t had a chance to talk to her about school. The report had come in yesterday’s mail and he was already asleep when she came in. He’d had an early tee time this morning and had left before she got up. Sam was sitting up and waiting for her now.

The phone rang at about 10:30; it was Merilee, her car was in a ditch. Sam found out where she was, called a towing service and told them to tow it to his mechanic so it could be checked out and went to pick up Merilee. When he got there she was standing beside the car blubbering. Sam saw immediately that she had been drinking again. Well at least one good thing, he’d gotten there before the police. He helped her into the car and headed home. She blubbered all the way home about how sorry she was and how it would never happen again. Sam had heard it all before. Here only two months and already every rule they had agreed on had been shattered. He didn’t talk to her while he drove, he was too angry. When they arrived home he told her to get a shower and come to his den so they could have a conversation.

Sam needed a drink. He poured himself three fingers of Maker’s Mark and sat down to think. What could he do? He’d tried to reason with her, screamed at her, yelled at her, yet still her behavior only got worse. If she were younger he’d blister her ass but she was a thirty year old woman. After an hour she still hadn’t come down and Sam was getting steamed. Thirty or not she was going to get a spanking! He went to his basement room and got a twelve inch leather paddle. Sam had always liked the sound of leather on flesh. Now, where to do it? His den was fine, he had two straight backed chairs across from his desk, he’d use one of those. He laid the paddle within easy reach on his desk and went upstairs to see what was keeping his daughter. As he walked into her room she was sitting at her vanity brushing her hair; she saw his reflection in the mirror, “Hi Daddy.” “Merilee I asked you to come to my den, you’ve kept me waiting for an hour and a half.” “I’m sorry Daddy, I was just finishing.” Sam thought if I hear I’m sorry once more he’d scream. “Merilee, let’s go now.” “Coming Daddy.” She was wearing a light silk robe. It was open and he could see that she had on an ivory colored nightie that came to mid-thigh. She appeared to be braless.

Sam walked her to his den and told her to have a seat. He sat in the straight backed chair and silently stared at her for several minutes. Merilee started to fidget. “Daddy, what do you want?” “Merilee my child, I want you to obey our mutually agreed upon rules but you can’t seem to do that, so, I’m going to spank you like the child you seem to be.