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The Best Therapist - Sparing the Rod Pt. 04

byMarkGoodson©

Characters:

Nichole Adams, mid-30's.

Roger Grisham, early 40's

Brianna Grisham, 18

Miranda Gilford, 20's

Scene: Dr. Adams's office. Brianna basks in the afterglow of a particular vigorous session. Completely nude, she reclines on the sofa while Roger spreads salve over her small breasts to soothe her burning nipples.

BRIANNA

(pleased with herself)

Daddy looks tired.

ROGER

That was quite the workout.

BRIANNA

Put some between my legs, Daddy.

ROGER

(cooing)

Does it burn there too, baby?

BRIANNA

Burns bad.

HE SCOOPS UP A BIG DOLLOP OF CREAM FROM THE CONTAINER AND RUNS HIS HAND BETWEEN HER LITHE THIGHS. BRIANNA'S LEGS OPEN TO ACCOMMODATE HER FATHER'S LARGE HAND.

BRIANNA

Hmmmmm.

NICHOLE

No penetration, Mr. Grisham.

BRIANNA

Party-pooper.

NICHOLE

So I understand we've a bit of a challenge on the horizon.

ROGER

What? Oh. Yes, she'll be out of town for a week.

NICHOLE

During which time you and Brianna will be alone in the house. Just the two of you.

ROGER

We can handle it. Can't we, sweetie?

BRIANNA

I can't wait.

NICHOLE

Brianna, you know you cannot sleep with your father while she's gone.

BRIANNA

No big plans to sleep, Doctor. (giggles)

NICHOLE

We've talked about this.

BRIANNA

If something happens, Daddy can punish me.

NICHOLE

(sighs)

I still don't think your daughter understands the nature and purpose of punishment, Mr. Grisham.

ROGER

She's young yet.

BRIANNA

Doctor, he's slipping a finger inside me . . .

ROGER

That was an accident. She's very wet there and I just slipped . . .

BRIANNA

Big fat liar.

SHE PUSHES HIM BACK ON THE SOFA AND FLOPS OVER HIS LAP, PRESENTING HER ROUND, INFLAMED CHEEKS TO HIS ATTENTION.

BRIANNA

Do my butt now, Daddy.

ROGER DUTIFULLY RUBS THE SALVE ON HER SORE BOTTOM. SLOW, GENTLE STROKES.

NICHOLE

Her youth has nothing to do with it. A five year old can follow directions. No sex outside this office.

BRIANNA

What about spankings or stuff like that? What about nudity or just making out? Making out isn't sex, duh.

NICHOLE

The rule is very simple. Complete chastity outside these four walls.

BRIANNA

That the stupidest rule I ever heard. It's not like he's going to fuck me on the electronics aisle at Walmart. We'll be in our own house and nobody will ever know.

SHE ARCHES HER BACK AND WIGGLES HER REAREND AT HER FATHER.

BRIANNA

You're not getting where it really hurts, Daddy.

SHE REACHES BEHIND HER BACK AND SPREADS HER CHEEKS TO EXPOSE HER ASSHOLE.

ROGER

Here?

RUBBING HER RECTUM WITH HIS INDEX FINGER GLEAMING WITH CREAM.

BRIANNA

Dr. Adams, can I wear the plug this week? I was really good today; you said so yourself.

NICHOLE

We'll see.

BRIANNA

(pouting)

I know what that means.

ROGER

Don't you think you should give me more credit than you are, Doctor? I'm in charge, not Brianna. If I say we're following the rule, then we're following the rule. Nothing is going to happen while her mother is away. I simply won't allow it.

ABSENTLY, HE SLIPS THE TIP OF HIS FINGER INTO BRIANNA'S PUCKERED LITTLE HOLE. SHE SIGHS AND RAISES HER HIPS TO ACCEPT HIS FINGER.

BRIANNA

God, Daddy, I love you so much.

Scene: Roger's house. He's in the kitchen, wearing a chef's apron that says "DAD'S IN THE KITCHEN." He is stirring a bubbling pot of spaghetti sauce. Brianna enters, and he does a double-take: she is wearing a see-through nightgown with white, thigh high stockings that accentuate her long, toned legs.

ROGER

Brianna! What the hell are you wearing?

BRIANNA

What, this? Don't you recognize it, Daddy? (does a little twirl) I found it in Mom's dresser. Hasn't she ever worn it for you?

ROGER

Damn it, Brianna, take that off right this minute. You know the rule.

BRIANNA

(shrugs)

You want me to take it off? Okay.

SHE STARTS TO SLIP OUT OF THE GOWN.

ROGER

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop. You can't do this, Brianna.

BRIANNA

Don't you think I look better in it than Mom? I mean, look at my body, Daddy.

SHE LEANS SEDUCTIVELY AGAINST THE KITCHEN ISLAND, LEGS SLIGHTLY SPREAD. HE CAN SEE HER YOUTHFUL BODY CLEARLY THROUGH THE MATERIAL, HER PERKY BREASTS, HER FLAT TUMMY, HER SHAVED PUSSY. ROGER'S FACE REDDENS, HIS TONE DARKENS.

ROGER

Now what do you think is going to happen to you at our next session. Dr. Adams is going to be quite stern about this.

BRIANNA

(mockingly)

Dr. Adams, Dr. Adams. Why are you so worried about her? We're grown-ups, Daddy. We can do what we want.

ROGER

Go put on some clothes, Brianna. I'm not going to tell you again.

BRIANNA

Put on some clothes - or what? What you are going to do if I don't? What's gonna happen if I just stay like this at dinner and all night, and what's gonna happen when I lay in bed with you?

ROGER

You're not coming to my bed.

BRIANNA

You'll have to tie me up and lock me in my room to stop me.

ROGER

That does it.

HE GRABS A WOODEN SPOON FROM THE CONTAINER BY THE RANGE AND YANKS HER TO HIS SIDE.

ROGER

Bend over.

BRIANNA

No!

ROGER

I said BEND OVER.

HE FORCES HER OVER THE COUNTERTOP. BRIANNA RISES TO HER TOES, BUTT THRUST UPWARD, AS ROGER, SWEAT POPPING UP ON HIS FOREHEAD, SPANKS HER HARD WITH THE WOODEN SPOON.

BRIANNA

OW, Daddy! Daddy, that HURTS.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! SHE SQUIRMS, MOVING HER BUTT THIS WAY AND THIS TRYING TO AVOID THE BLOWS, BUT TO NO AVAIL.

ROGER

Don't (WHACK!) you (WHACK!) ever (WHACK!) put on (WHACK!) your mother's (WHACK!) things (WHACK!) again (WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!)!

BRIANNA

GODAMNIT DADDY STOP!

INSPIRED, ROGER LIFTS THE GOWN TO EXPOSE HER RED, QUIVERING ASS. HE SPITS A COUPLE OF TIMES BETWEEN THE CHEEKS, THEN PUSHES THE END OF THE SPOON AGAINST HER HOLE.

BRIANNA

What the hell are you doing? Don't, Daddy. Please, don't . . .

ROGER GRITS HIS TEETH AND, FOR HER OWN GOOD, NOT BECAUSE IT GIVES HIM ANY PLEASURE, SLOWLY PUSHES THE LONG HANDLE OF THE SPOON INSIDE HER RECTUM. BRIANNA HOWLS AS IT SLIDES IN.

ROGER

This is what happens to nasty little girls who try to seduce their father's wearing Mommy's sexy nightgowns!

HE DROPS THE GOWN BACK OVER HER REAREND. THE TOP OF THE SPOON POOCHES OBSCENELY OUT.

ROGER

Now you leave that in there. Don't you dare pull it out or play with it.

BRIANNA

(whining)

For how long, Daddy?

ROGER

Until Daddy says you can take it out.

BRIANNA

I know but for how long?

ROGER

Stop that. Now go take off Mom's nightgown so I can finish dinner.

BRIANNA

And put on what? I've got a damn wooden spoon sticking out of my ass.

ROGER

(with great patience)

Take off the gown. Put it back where you found it, then go to your room and don't come out until I call you for dinner.

AWKWARDLY, BRIANNA DUCK-WALKS FROM THE KITCHEN. ROGER SIGHS, STIRRING THE SAUCE FOR A MOMENT BEFORE THE ISSUE OVERWHELMS HIM. HE UNZIPS HIS PANTS AND BEGINS STROKING HIS PAINFULLY HARD ERECTION.

ROGER

(muttering)

Jesus Fucking Christ, I don't know what I'm going to do with that little brat.

FADE TO:

Later, in living room. Roger is watching a ball game. Brianna tiptoes in, barefoot, now wearing a pajama set from Victoria's Secrets: shorts and a button-up shirt. Cute, not immodest. She sits on the sofa and throws a foot onto her father's leg. He moves it off without taking his eyes off the TV.

BRIANNA

Thank you, Daddy.

ROGER

For what?

BRIANNA

Taking the spoon out of my ass.

ROGER

I hope you learned your lesson.

BRIANNA

I didn't like to eat standing up though.

ROGER

Not my fault.

BRIANNA

(brightly)

No. I deserved it. I promise I won't wear any of Mom's stuff anymore.

ROGER

Good. (he gives her bare leg a little pat)

BRIANNA

I think you should buy me my own pretty things to wear for you.

ROGER

I'm not buying you lingerie, Brianna.

BRIANNA

Something I can wear around the house when we're alone. Just for you.

ROGER

I'd be happy with you dressing as a normal high school senior. That would be nice.

BRIANNA

You're boring.

SHE PUSHES HER FEET BENEATH HIM.

ROGER

Don't do that.

BRIANNA

But my feet are cold, Daddy.

HE GLANCES OVER AT HER. SHE'S SO ADORABLE, THE WAY HER HAIR FRAMES HER HEART-SHAPED FACE AND THAT CUTE PAJAMA SET. HIS SWALLOWS. HIS MOUTH IS DRY.

ROGER

Did you finish your homework?

BRIANNA

Yes.

ROGER

Don't you have a test tomorrow?

BRIANNA

Don't worry, Daddy. I studied.

WRIGGLING HER TOES UNDER HIS BUTT.

ROGER

Better get lots of rest, then.

BRIANNA

Are you gonna call Mom later?

ROGER

Of course.

BRIANNA

You know what would be hot? If I sucked you will you talked to her.

ROGER

There will be no sucking, Brianna.

BRIANNA

Or I could ride you. You could have phone sex with Mom while you fucked me.

ROGER

Sometimes I feel like I don't even know my own daughter. Where'd you get such a dirty mind?

BRIANNA

Oh, I don't know, maybe from the man who shoved a wooden spoon up my ass tonight.

ROGER

That was punishment for you dressing up like your mom.

BRIANNA

So it didn't excite you, Daddy? Seeing me in that gown? That wooden spoon shoved deep inside me?

ROGER

(staring at the TV)

Of course not.

BRIANNA

You only get excited in Dr. Adams's office.

ROGER

It's . . . that's part of the therapy, Brianna. It's different.

BRIANNA

Not like in the car when you made me watch you whack off. Or at the park, when I felt your big boner ripping through your pants.

ROGER

I know this is hard to understand, but those times were like the aftershocks of an earthquake.

BRIANNA

(laughs)

You're right. That is hard to understand.

ROGER

I think maybe it's time for you to go to bed.

BRIANNA

I don't get why you're so pissed right now.

ROGER

I'm not.

BRIANNA

You should be happy, Daddy. You get to fuck your own daughter wherever and whenever you want, any way you want.

ROGER

That simply isn't true, and you know it. Otherwise . . .

BRIANNA

Otherwise what?

ROGER

Otherwise I would have taken your naughty little ass in the kitchen. I would have come to your room every night since therapy began and fucked you until you couldn't walk.

BRIANNA

Ohhhh.

ROGER

But instead I'm trying to follow Dr. Adams's rules because my goal - my only goal - is to see you become the wonderful person I know you are inside.

BRIANNA

You're doing these things unselfishly, for my own good.

ROGER

Exactly.

BRIANNA

It's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it.

ROGER

Don't get smart.

BRIANNA

And what happens if I fall in love with you? Just another aftershock?

ROGER

Well, I hope you love me. I am your father.

BRIANNA

Not love, Dad. In love. You know the difference, right?

ROGER

Brianna, we should discuss this at our next appointment.

BRIANNA

So Miss Nichole can give us permission to love each other or something?

SHE PULLS ONE FOOT OUT AND PLOPS IT ONTO HIS LAP, WRIGGLES HER LITTLE TOES WITH THE PINK NAIL POLISH AT HIM.

BRIANNA

Rub my foot, Daddy. There's nothing sexual about a foot massage.

ROGER

(staring at those delicate toes)

No. I guess not.

HE BEGINS TO MASSAGE HER FOOT.

BRIANNA

I'm not stupid. It's not like I seriously think we could ever get married and raise a family together or whatever. But I do wish Mom wasn't around and me and you could just be together, like out in the open. Sometimes I fantasize about being out with you and people seeing us as a couple and women thinking, "Look at that dirty old man with that young girl!" And the guys thinking, "What's this guy's deal? How'd he get so luck?" (giggles)

ROGER

(mumbling)

Lucky.

BRIANNA SITS UP AND PRESSES HER FULL LIPS AGAINST HIS EAR.

BRIANNA

(whispering)

Don't you feel lucky, Daddy?

SHE BREATHES IN HIS EAR, SOFT, WARM BREATH. ROGER SHIVERS. THE MOMENT DRAWS OUT.

BRIANNA

(whispering, hot breath in his ear)

Such a lucky Daddy.

ROGER

(echoing, falling into an erotic spell)

Lucky Daddy.

BRIANNA

Lucky, lucky, Daddy.

ROGER FINDS HIS HAND ON HER UPPER THIGH. NOW HOW IN THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN? SMILING, BRIANNA PICKS UP HIS HAND AND MOVES IT OFF HER LEG.

BRIANNA

Uh-uh, Daddy. No touchy. Doctor's orders.

ROGER MOANS SOFTLY.

BRIANNA

We have to behave while Mom's away.

ROGER

(voice shaking)

Yes. Absolutely. We do.

BRIANNA

So tonight, you'll go to your room and I'll go to my room. I won't think about you and you won't think about me. You won't imagine for one second what we could be doing together and nobody would know. Not Mom. Not Dr. Adams. Nobody but the two of us. Brianna and her daddy.

ROGER

(pleading now)

Please, Brianna. Please, stop.

BRIANNA

And you won't think about me at all when you talk to Mom later. It won't cross your mind for a second that I'm just a few feet away in my bedroom, touching myself, thinking about you and the things you do to me. That spoon hurt so bad and felt so good, Daddy. Thank you for violating me with it.

SHE KISSES HIS CHEEK AND RISES FROM THE SOFA. ROGER DOES NOT WANT TO WATCH HER BUTT IN THOSE SILKY PAJAMA SHORTS AS SHE WALKS AWAY, REALLY DOES NOT WANT TO, BUT OF COURSE, HE DOES.

HE HEARS HER BEDROOM DOOR CLOSE. THEN THE SOFT CLICK OF THE LOCK. ROGER CLOSES HIS EYES, FIGHTING BACK TEARS HE DOES NOT FULLY UNDERSTAND.

Scene: Later, Roger lies in his bed, pants around his ankles, stroking his aching cock.

ROGER

(on phone)

It's just her damn attitude, honey. Walks around like she owns the whole godamned world or something . . .

HE SMEARS THE PRE-CUM DRIPPING FROM HIS PENIS OVER THE HEAD AND TEASES HIS GLANDS WITH HIS FINGERTIPS.

ROGER

No, she isn't a bad kid. She's very sweet . . . sweet sometimes. Yeah, I think therapy's helping. She's communicating more openly, at least, and she has some good days now. Days when she's more . . . (mumbles) agreeable. (clears his throat) Sorry, I said agreeable. She can be very . . . agreeable.

LONG FULL STROKES.

ROGER

Huh? No, she hasn't mentioned him in days. I think they really broke up this time . . . No, she hasn't mentioned anyone new . . . no one new . . .

BESIDE HIM ON THE BED IS THE GOWN BRIANNA HAD WORN EARLIER. HE DRAGS IT OVER AND PRESSES THE FABRIC BENEATH HIS NOSE, BREATHING IN BRIANNA'S SMELL. HIS EYELIDS FLUTTER.

ROGER

Yes, I do. I miss you already. I wish you were here right now, Brianna.

HE FREEZES. HAND LOCKED AROUND HIS COCK.

ROGER

I didn't mean to. We'd just were talking about her. Sorry. I'm sorry.

HAND BEGINS TO PUMP AGAIN.

ROGER

I'm so sorry.

FLYING OVER HIS COCK NOW

ROGER

I guess I've got Brianna on the brain, that damn kid of ours.

HE SETS THE PHONE DOWN A SECOND BEFORE HE EXPLODES, CUM FLYING ONTO HIS CHEST AND UP TO HIS NECK. IT TAKES HIM SEVERAL SECONDS TO RECOVER.

ROGER

(into phone)

Sorry, babe. Dropped the phone. What were we talking about?

HE FLINGS THE NIGHTGOWN TO THE FLOOR, AND PRESSES HIS FIST INTO HIS MOUTH TO STOP THE TEARS OF AGONY.

Scene: Dr. Adams's office. Roger sits on sofa, a box of tissue in his lap. Miranda hands him a bottled water.

ROGER

Thank you.

MIRANDA

Can I get you anything else?

ROGER

I'm good now. Better. Thanks.

MIRANDA LEAVES.

NICHOLE

So Brianna's definitely not coming?

ROGER

Not happy about it, either.

NICHOLE

I'm sure. Aren't you just a tad proud of her, though, for containing herself this past week?

ROGER

Barely. That first night . . .

NICHOLE

You took control of the situation, Mr. Grisham, as a good father should. I think it was an excellent decision.

ROGER

I can't keep this up, Doctor.

NICHOLE

Meaning?

ROGER

Meaning one foot in each world. Jesus, I walk around all with a hard-on like a fourteen-year-old.

NICHOLE

It's that bad?

ROGER

So night before last she calls me at work and says she wants to meet me at the movies, grab some fast food afterwards, our last night alone before her mother gets back, to celebrate our, um, celibacy, I guess.

NICHOLE

That seems like a nice idea.

ROGER

So I'm running late, and I call her and tell her to just meet me at the movies. And I show up, and there she is wearing this tight, short skirt and white blouse -

NICHOLE

With no bra.

ROGER

Yes. How did you know? Anyway, very tight, very thin material, nothing really left to the imagination . . .

NICHOLE

Not the kind of thing one would wear on a date with their father.

ROGER

Hell, no. And you know how cold they keep the theaters.

NICHOLE

It was hard for you to pay attention to the story.

ROGER

I start out the whole date kind of pissed. I mean, it's like she takes this twisted kind of pleasure in treating me like this.

NICHOLE

Like what?

ROGER

Like some old perv drooling over young girls or something.

NICHOLE

And that's not you at all.

ROGER

Not at all! But the worst part wasn't that, it was afterwards. We're walking down the street to the diner and I noticed people staring . . .

NICHOLE

At her breasts?

ROGER

Some people, yeah. But what I saw was people staring at both of us, walking along the sidewalk holding hands like boyfriend and girlfriend, and I felt so . . .

NICHOLE

Ashamed.

ROGER

Really embarrassed. And yeah, a little ashamed. Like, what the hell did I think I was doing?

NICHOLE

But there was some pride, too.

ROGER

Okay, yeah. You know how beautiful she is. More than her mom by a mile . . . Oh Christ, I can't believe I just said that.

NICHOLE

She's got this kind of waifish air about her. It's very sexy. I don't blame you, Mr. Grisham.

ROGER

We go to the diner . . . in the booth, she kicks off one of her high heels and commences to play footsies with me.

NICHOLE

You poor thing.

ROGER

I catch some guy looking at her . . .

NICHOLE

And you're mad now.

ROGER

I'm about to explode. She leans across the table and whispers, "It's okay, Daddy. I'm yours whether you're fucking me or not."

NICHOLE

And how did that make you feel?

ROGER

Like the top of my head had just come off.

NICHOLE

I'm not surprised.

ROGER

Like, I had to order dessert just to give my hard-on a chance to go down.

NICHOLE

Still. Admirable self-control. I'm taking it you did not have intercourse when you returned home?

ROGER

No. She went to her room and I went to mine.

NICHOLE

That's very encouraging. Well done, Mr. Grisham. I'm a little curious, though, about why she decided not to attend today's session.

ROGER

That was my decision. I gotta do something about this, Doctor.

NICHOLE

About what?

ROGER

I can't stop thinking about her . . . about these, um, sessions or whatever you call them. She'll come out for school wearing normal, everyday, teenager-type stuff, and the sight of her makes me so fucking horny I can't hardly function the rest of the day.

NICHOLE

What do you think she's feeling?

ROGER

Excuse me?

NICHOLE

You seem very plugged-in to your feelings. What about Brianna's?

ROGER

I - Well, she's made it pretty clear how she feels.

NICHOLE

She's falling in love with you?

ROGER

Well, in so many words. I don't buy it. I mean, that's not natural.

NICHOLE

Feelings aren't natural or unnatural, Mr. Grisham. They simply are. What I'm sensing here, what I'm getting at, is there appears to be a certain lack of empathy on your part. An unhealthy amount of self-pity.

ROGER

Self-pity?

NICHOLE

You have to walk a mile in her shoes to understand where your daughter is coming from.

SHE RINGS THE BUZZER BY HER CHAIR.

MIRANDA

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