Part 2

Chapter 5: A Stroll in the Park

The next morning, they played another game of Daddy/Daughter that Megan started when she told her new lover that good little girls are supposed to suck off their Daddies and eat their cum whenever Daddy wakes up with a hard cock.

After she swallowed his creamy emission, she suggested a nice stroll through the city park just two blocks over.

"My parents live just on the other side of the park, and since it is Saturday, my brother is probably visiting. You could meet the whole family, if you don't think that means I'm moving the relationship along too quickly that is."

"Not at all. I'd love to meet your family."

They took a leisurely stroll since they weren't in any particular hurry, stopping and resting on a bench in a partially secluded area of the park. She looked up at him as she nuzzled her cheek against his chest.

"I'm really falling in love with you, Mark. Is it too soon?"

"Not at all, my sweet. I have already come to the conclusion that you are the woman of my dreams. I'm in love with you too, and I will always love you, no matter what."

She put her arms around his neck and he leaned his head down for a passionate kiss. He was just sliding his hand up the inside of her thigh, pushing her skirt up when they heard footsteps.

"What's going on here?" a commanding voice asked.

They looked up and saw a uniformed policeman rapidly approaching them. He had already decided he knew what was happening, and was already imagining getting an award from the mayor for getting a child molester off of the streets. He grabbed Michael, threw him to the ground roughly, and cuffed his hands behind his back.

"Fuckin' child molester. I've got you now, you bastard, and you are going away for a long time."

"What are you doing?" Megan screamed.

"Stopping this man from molesting an underage girl. Think of it, a grown man messing with a twelve- or thirteen-year-old. How old are you actually, Miss?"

"I'm nineteen, officer. Now let him go."

"Likely story, young lady. You aren't a day over thirteen."

"Here's my ID, see the birth date?"

"Obviously a phony ID. This creep is going to jail," the officer growled as he pulled Michael to his feet. He put Michael in the back of his squad car parked nearby and made a call on the radio. Within minutes, a dark sedan drove up and a heavyset middle-aged black woman wearing a nametag with a CPS logo and identifying her as Charlene McDermott got out and took Megan by the arm.

"We are going to go have a little talk with your parents. If there is any possibility that they knew about your activities, you will become a ward of the state."

"I told the officer already that I'm nineteen years old. You people are making a big mistake."

"Now don't compound this trouble by lying, girl, just tell me how to get in touch with your parents."

The police car had whisked Michael away already, so there was little that Megan could do for him at the moment. She figured that Mom and Dad could convince this idiot from Children's Protective Services that she was no longer a minor and the problem would get cleared up.

"Right over there, Ms. McDermott," Megan pointed up the street, "third house on the left."

The woman tightened her grip on Megan's arm and pulled her in the direction she had indicated.

"Ow! That hurts. You are going to bruise my arm. I'll go along, you don't need to hurt me!"

"Shut up, girl. You are in big trouble and maybe your parents too."

They walked the block to Megan's parent's house, but when they went up to the door, they found a note in her Mom's handwriting.

"Megan,

Sammy, Daddy, and I have gone out to breakfast this morning. Should be back about 10.

Love, Mom"

"Leaving a thirteen-year-old to fend for herself while they go out to eat, hmm? Well, that's how these problems happen. We're going back to my office at CPS and try and get you a placement right now."

"I don't NEED a placement. I'm nineteen and I have my own apartment."

"Girl, what did I tell you about lying to me? I'm gonna find you a home with someone who knows how to discipline bad girls like you. I know just the family, too."

Megan tried to pull away, but got her arm bruised more severely for her trouble, and a few minutes later, she was being pushed into Ms. McDermott's agency supplied car. Ten minutes later, she was sitting in a drab and much disorganized office at Child Protective Services.

"... yes, that's right. Unless someone takes a firm hand now, she will become completely incorrigible. I have some paperwork to complete, but I can have her there by 11, ok? Fine." Charlene McDermott hung up the phone and gave Megan a very self-satisfied smile, "You're gonna get taken care of just fine, girly-girl."

Charlene turned around to get some forms from the file cabinet behind her and Megan thought she might have a chance to escape. She quietly stood up from the chair that Charlene had pushed her into a few minutes before and stepped to the door. Unfortunately, Charlene had the foresight to have locked it, and almost before she realized she was trapped, the much larger woman was on top of her and forcing her back into the hard wooden chair in front of the desk.

"I see I have to take steps with you girl," Charlene spat as she took two large tie-wraps from a box on the top of her desk. She quickly secured Megan's arms to the armrests, pulling the tie-wraps much tighter than was necessary.

"Ow! Those things hurt!"

"Let it be a lesson, girl. You don't go messin' with Charlene McDermott, un'erstan'?

Megan shut her mouth and sat fuming while the social worker did the necessary paperwork to put her in the foster care system.

Chapter 6: Interrogation and Incarceration

Michael was placed in an interrogation room for a few minutes right after he had been fingerprinted and photographed.

He did not have long to wait before two detectives came in. "I'm Detective Johnson and this is Detective Alban. We don't need to interview you actually. The arresting officer's eyewitness testimony is enough to put your slimy ass away for a good long time."

"Look, I didn't do anything wrong. The girl the officer saw me with is nineteen years old. I've seen her driver's license and her birth certificate. She has a medical condition that makes her look very young, but she really is of age."

"Bullshit, you piece of crap," Alban yelled at him.

Johnson opened the door and told the waiting officer to put Michael into the detention cell.

The officer took Michael back to detention and shoved him unceremoniously into a large cell that already held three other prisoners, one of whom was a huge hulking brute with a head shaved completely bald and with arms completely covered by tattoos.

"There you go boys, have fun," the officer said as he stood back away from the cell as soon as the door clanged shut.

The hulk strode over to Michael and with a menacing glare said, "My name is Meat. We know about you, you piece of shit pervert. We don't like guys who mess with little girls. And that nice officer out there has promised not to interrupt us too soon after we start teaching you a lesson."

"Look, Meat, I know how you feel, but the girl I was with is ninete..." Michael began. He was cut off in mid-sentence by the impact of Meat's fist with the side of his face. He thought briefly about trying again to explain as Meat picked him up off of the cell floor, but realized that it would do no good. Best let the brute have his fun and get it over with.

Meat had his fun all right. Fortunately for Michael, the jailer was afraid he would have a dead body to explain away if he let the beating go on much longer, so he broke it up before the other two men in the cell could get in their licks. But unfortunately, Meat managed to bruise nearly every spot on his body. Michael had cuts over both of his eyes, a split lip, two broken ribs, and scrapes and contusions too numerous to mention.

The jailer put Michael in a separate cell alone to prevent him from being killed and left to make up a story about how the prisoner could have possibly been injured so severely while in police custody.

Meanwhile, the Chief of Police, the Mayor, the arresting officer, and the Assistant District Attorney were giving a statement to the newspaper, all the while congratulating each other for making the streets safer for children.

"Look, Ms. McDermott, it is after 10, I'm sure my mother is home now. Can't we make a phone call and get this straightened out?"

"It is as straightened out as it is gonna get for the time being Missy. You are being removed from your parents' custody for your safety. Now you shut that pie-hole before I stuff something in it, unnerstan'?"

An hour later they pulled up in front of Jane and Peter Alban's house, and Charlene drug her inside.

"Jane, this is Megan. She keeps trying to tell me she is nineteen, but as you can see she is no more than thirteen, probably only twelve. Better keep her locked up, at least for the first few days. This one has itchy feet."

"Oh, don't you worry about that, Charlene. You know that my Peter is a police detective. No one that runs off from me gets away for very long."

"Just the same, keep an eye on her."

Jane Alban sized up her new charge, then grabbed her by the ear and pulled her into a bedroom. She tossed the girl in and slammed the door. Megan heard the lock click and knew it would be futile to try and get out that way. A quick look at the bars on the window showed there was no obvious escape route.

At 6 PM, Detective Peter Alban arrived home. Jane had made supper for her husband and the extended family consisting of her two six-year-old twin sons, the nine-year-old girl foster child that had been with them for four weeks now, and Megan. Megan was restrained in her chair with a wide leather belt pulled tight around her middle.

Jane introduced Megan and Peter told Jane about having the girl's molester locked up in the jail downtown. He laughed when he told Jane about Michael's physical condition, causing Megan to gasp with fright and tears to come to her eyes.

"Hmm, you still have feelings for that pervert, do you? Well, we'll talk about that after supper."

As soon as the meal was over, Jane told little Amy that she would be responsible for cleaning the kitchen and then followed Peter as he led Megan back to her room. Jane stopped at the hall closet for a moment and entered the room as Peter was just starting to talk to the girl.

"That kind of behavior is inappropriate for a girl of your age. You need to be properly punished to learn ladylike behavior. Give me the strap, Jane."

Jane handed him the wide leather strap that she had retrieved from the closet and, at the same time, grabbed one of Megan's arms. Peter had firm grasp of the other.

There was a large ottoman in the center of the room and Megan was forced to lie across it. She hadn't noticed earlier, but there were iron rings attached to the feet of the two-foot square piece of furniture. Peter quickly tied her hands to the rings on one side while Jane pushed on her back to keep her from trying to squirm away.

"Megan, I find that punishment is most effective when it involves both pain and humiliation. Therefore, I will give you your spanking on the bare bottom."

He reached under her and unfastened her jeans and then pulled them off with one quick, smooth motion. Her very skimpy pink bikini panties were, in his mind, completely inappropriate for a girl of her age and made a note to add to her punishment for having the audacity to put on such a garment.

"Your choice of underwear shows that your moral upbringing has been lax. You shall receive an extra five strokes of the strap for wearing such nasty things."

He pulled her panties down and then completely off.

"Your punishment tonight is fifteen lashes," he said with little emotion, as he raised his arm to deliver the first blow.

By the time he had finished, her bottom and upper thighs were a mass of red welts, one or two of which were bleeding a bit.

Jane released her bonds, gathered up her jeans and panties, and left the room followed by her husband. Megan was locked in her cell again, sobbing.

She wasn't crying because of the pain of her beating or the humiliation of having to display her bare bottom to that horrible man, but for Michael and the pain she imagined him having to endure.

Chapter 7: The Error Revealed

At 8 PM that same evening, a squad car and a black sedan pulled up in front of Megan's parent's house and two uniformed police officers accompanied by the ADA went to the door.

"Mr. and Mrs. Thomas? I'm Assistant District Attorney Adams and I have a warrant for your arrest on a charge of child endangerment."

Megan's dad looked incredulous, "Child endangerment? What child?"

"Why, your daughter Megan, of course."

"And when did this so-called endangerment occur?"

"Just this morning. Now, we'll have plenty of time to discuss this when we get downtown. Just come along peacefully and we'll have no trouble."

"Just a second, Counselor. Would you care to explain how we can be charged with endangering Megan when she isn't a child?"

"Well, of course she is a child. I've seen her. Not more than thirteen, I'd guess."

Megan's mother was indignant, "You guess wrong, and we can prove it. Come with me, I have her birth certificate and medical records that will prove she is nineteen years old. She just turned nineteen a couple of weeks ago."

One of the officers followed her as she went into the den and got a folder out of the file cabinet.

As ADA Adams read the file, he began to loose his confidence and to sweat. His thoughts raced, "Perhaps everyone had jumped the gun. The girl has claimed all along that she was nineteen. Didn't those fool detectives check? Shit! How am I going to get out of this one and not loose my job?"

"Um, perhaps there has been an error made here, Mrs. Thomas."

"You are god-damned right there has been an error. Sally, call Megan's apartment and see if she is alright," Megan's dad commanded.

The ADA meekly said that he didn't think they would find Megan at home.

"Now where is Megan? If you have put her into some sort of facility or foster care because you didn't believe her when she told you her age — she did tell everyone she was nineteen, didn't she? — then you people are in for a lawsuit you won't believe."

"I—I—I'm very sorry for all of this, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas. We'll get this straightened out right away," Adams stammered as he motioned to the uniforms and backed out of the front door.

"... that's right, City Hall, the DA's conference room as soon as possible. The Police Chief, the Mayor, the DA, at least one of those idiot detectives, and, um, oh yes that fat black bitch, what's her name, McDermott? From CPS. I'll be there in ten minutes." ADA Adams flipped his cell phone closed and tromped on the gas pedal as if speeding dangerously through the quiet little town would make this all go away.

When he arrived, the Chief and the DA were waiting for him, all questions about what was happening, but the ADA was adamant about wanting to only tell the story once. Charlene McDermott arrived five minutes later just ahead of Detective Johnson. The group stood around and stared at each other for another three minutes until the Mayor arrived.

"This better be fucking good, Adams, or I'm going to have your ass on a plate."

"It isn't good, Your Honor, but it is important. We have some serious damage control to do, and we need to start right fucking now."

He briefly explained that Megan Thomas was, in fact, nineteen years old and that her parents had documentation to prove it. The whole system had screwed up and the city, county, and state were liable for damages that he couldn't even imagine.

The District Attorney looked quickly around the room and then began to take charge, first directing his attention to the CPS representative, "Ms. McDermott, I understand that Ms. Thomas is currently in state custody in the foster care system, is that correct?"

"Y—y—yes."

"Get her out of what ever situation she is in, and do it RIGHT NOW! Chief, you and Detective Johnson get down to the jail, get that innocent man out of the lockup and get him to the emergency room for treatment. Johnson, you stay with him until you can return here in person with a full report of his condition. I understand that he had an 'accident' while in custody. Adams, you get busy and start researching ways to limit the city's liability. While you are at it, draft a letter of apology to all of the parties concerned, including the girl's parents. Will you sign such a letter, Mr. Mayor?"

Chapter 8: Retribution

It was nearly 9:30 PM when Charlene knocked on the Alban's front door.

"God, I hope you didn't start your punishments yet, Pete," she said, knowing from the expression on his face that it was too late.