Meet the Parents

Randy had an idea. He told Amanda one more thing. "You must always do what your parents tell you to do or you will be homeless and broke, and only shower on Tuesdays and Fridays until you graduate." He smiled as Amanda was now giving a blowjob, but nodded the best she could towards him.

Randy was tired with the school. He went to the office. "I'm the new superintendent," he told the secretary. "Show me how to use the intercom to talk to the entire school."

"Yes, sir," said Mrs. Feaster, the old secretary. After she shows you the "all call" button, you make an announcement: "Amanda Barnes, a senior, is going to make up for years of being a bitch by letting any student, male or female have sex with her any time in any way. She also loves being degraded during sex. Also, use condoms as you have no idea what diseases she has. Teachers, if Amanda misses any work due to her sexual activities, she gets to make them up. Also, it is OK for her to be naked. That is all."

Randy had the secretary give him Amanda's home address. He then drove to the house. The Barnes lived in an upscale neighborhood, and as luck would have it, Mr. Barnes had just arrived and was getting the mail. He had very short hair and wore a muted lavender shirt, gray slacks, and a tie. You walk over to him. "Excuse me, Mr Barnes?"

"Um, yes, I'm Matthew Barnes."

"I'm Randy. I'm the marriage counselor you and your wife hired."

"Oh, I don't remember that?"

"You both called me. It was a conference call. You both said you needed help because your marriage was stuck in a rut, especially sexually. You both agreed it was a mutual idea."

"Oh, must of slipped my mind. You're not dressed like a counselor."

"Dressing way relaxes people. Also you both were upset your daughter has grown into a total bitch and want advice on how to deal with her. Shall we begin?"

"Sure, come inside."

You follow Mr. Barnes inside.

Mrs. Barnes comes to greet her husband. She is a pretty brunette and is wearing a brown velvet shirt, brown slacks, and high-heeled boots.

"Hi, honey," said Matthew, "This is Randy, the marriage counselor."

"Marriage counselor?" asked a shocked Mrs. Barnes.

"Yes, Lily, we talked to him on a conference call," said Mr. Barnes, loosening his tie.

"Lily," said Randy. "You and Matthew hired me. You both agreed you were in a rut and needed help, especially sexually. You were also upset your daughter Amanda grew up to be a stuck-up bitch and wanted advice with how to straighten her out. It was mostly your idea."

"Um, OK, well, let's go to the living room," said Lily.

You followed them into the living room. They sat on the couch, and you sat in a recliner.

"OK, you two hired me because you trust me. You told me you would be willing and able to follow any advice I offer. My advice is 100% sound. I have saved countless marriages, and I can tell you have problems."

"We do?" asked Lily.

"Yes, let me ask you, how often do you two have sex."

The Barnes looked at each other. "About twice a month I guess," said Matthew.

"Lily, that is outrageous!" said Randy. "You are lucky Matthew has not already left you! It's disgusting you have behaved like such a prude!"

"I'm so sorry!" said Lily. She turned to her husband. "I'm sorry!"

"Matthew, man up!" said Randy. "Bend her over your lap right now and spank her! Lily pull your pants down and lay across Randy's lap."

They look at you and seem a bit unsure.

"If you don't follow my advice, you will get divorced, and you'll be a pariah in the neighborhood and among your friends. No one will ever want to be with you, and you'll spend the rest of your lives alone."

Lily stood up and pulled her pants down. She lay across Matthew's lap.

"As you spank her, tell her she's been a disappoint prude. Really let into that ass."

Matthew started spanking Lily. "You're a disappointing prude!" he said. He really let into her, and she grimaced and grunted in pain.

Randy smiled as he thought of what other marital and parental advice he had for the Barnes.