Like a spoiled brat.

From her earliest days Smithers had always been part of Veronica's life. Like the majority of the furniture in the house, and she normally paid him about as much attention as she did the dining room table. She'd miss it if it wasn't there, but that was about it. It was her habit to demand that Smithers do this or that with never a please or thank you tossed in. On the occasion when he would remind her of an appointment, as now, she'd regard him as nothing more than a mobile alarm-clock.

To express it simply. Smithers never registered on Veronica as a person. He was a convenience, who's only job was to make her life easier. And if she had continued with that attitude things might have turned out much different than they were going to. But she was currently both furious and jealous at her father and the last thing she was in the mood for was for Smither's to remind her she was late for a stupid piano lesson.

"Fuck you! And fuck the fucking piano Lesson! Where the hell do you get off telling me what to do? Why don't you go back to your kennel like the dog you are and lick your balls! If you have any that is! Balls that is!" Veronica ranted.

Veronica wasn't really thinking about what she was saying, or where she was saying it. She was lashing out like the spoiled entitled brat she was with zero considerations of the possible consequences. Indeed, it did not even enter her mind that there could be such a thing as Consequences."

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Hiram Lodge was sitting at his desk enjoying the talents of his latest, barely legal, intern. When Veronica had her meltdown outside his office. He was not pleased. He considered breaking in virgins one of the major perks that came from being as rich as he was and he really hated having his first session with them interrupted.

The intern was fresh off the farm, so to speak, and his cock was the first she'd ever tasted.

There was nothing he enjoyed more than breaking in a virgin. Feeling her gag and **** on his sizable manhood was the best sex possible. It was his habit to keep each intern until such time as they could easily deepthroat him without a struggle. At that point he would transfer her to one of his Cum Guzzler franchises to start out as a bathroom stall attendant and to work her way up as far as her talents and skill could take her. Hiram was firmly of the opinion that the primary function of any woman was to be a receptacle for male spunk, but if they could prove themselves he had no objection to them becoming assistant managers. As long as they had a male in charge to keep an eye on them.

The only exception to Hiram Cabin's attitude toward woman was his darling Veronica, but lately he had started to consider that he may have made a mistake with the girl. She was no longer a sweet and silly six year old that he needed to cosset. Hearing her shrill voice lambasting poor Smithers like some strident anti-free-use protestor really drove home that point.

"VERONICA!" Hiram bellowed as he stood up, pulling his cock out of the intern's mouth with an audible pop and causing her to fall forward onto her hands and knees as she lost the support of his thighs. She coughed up a thick mixture of spit and pre-cum but Hiram ignored her as he marched toward his office door, his spit slicked cock waving in the air. A true man was one who could acknowledge when they had made a mistake, and a smart man did his best to rectify his mistakes. It was time for Hiram to fix his daughter.