by Abbie Adams
Uncle Matt must have been ready for the idea that I would protest. He didn’t seem surprised or upset at all. He stood there calmly and told me that nothing else could happen until I went potty and he cleaned me up. He said that all the little girls would be waiting for me and would know that I had been naughty. Of course, I wasn’t concerned at whether or not they thought I was naughty.
But, he did however bring my thoughts to the fact that the other girls were going to go through this too. This was all a part of what I signed up for. And it was a part of the fifty-thousand dollars that would pay Wes’ way to becoming a doctor. If I had to let someone wipe my butt, I would do it.
I pulled my arm up to my face to cover my eyes. I could pretend… I could be an ostrich. If I couldn’t see him then… he couldn’t see me? I don’t know but I cried as much as I peed it seemed. I nearly jumped from my skin when I felt a cool wipe down there, separating my lips, cleaning me so intimately. He had asked me if I was ready, but… it is hard to be prepared for that.
I nearly took off running out of there when he was done but his voice drew me back. “Alivia, get back here and wash your hands, little girl.”
My face was burning. I always wash my hands when I go to the bathroom. How could I forget now? How embarrassing. I felt so childish being reprimanded like that. I was much more reserved after I washed my hands. I waited while he finished drying his own. This time he chucked me under the chin like a child, took my hand in his and headed for the living room we had passed on the way to the bathroom.
Erin was already there tucked in the corner of the couch. I sat by her and looked around in awe. From what I had seen of the house at that point it was huge and beautiful. Now that I have been here longer and seen more, I can only add that it is even more so.
This living room (I will call it the front room) sat open and centered to the whole home around it. There were two huge couches facing each other divided by a fancy area rug. To the left sat an enormous man sized chair, and to the right was a built in bookshelf and entertainment center. I was sitting on the couch facing the door to Daddy’s office and the front door. Behind me was the bathroom, hallway, and a mass of other rooms I didn’t know then, and so I shall tell you later.
It was while I was sitting there checking things out that the first altercation was occurring. It took a minute for it to sink in but I was hearing loud wailing and slapping sounds. It was muffled but I could make out the girl crying—begging someone to stop and saying she would be good.
Caity, the Mexican looking girl was lead to the living room and sat down across from me. And the crying carried on. Erin was the quiet girl next to me so that just left Sara. It seemed to go on forever that awful crying and pleading blending in with the sound of smacking, and occasionally I could hear the low murmur of a male voice.
Erin was literally shaking next to me. I didn’t know who I felt worse for in that moment—Sara for being spanked, or Erin for being so afraid. Of course, I was afraid too, but hardly had time to process it because Trace came into the room from his office and sat in the large chair at the side of the couches.
“Good morning, girls.” His gaze traveled over each of us.
I know when I met with him and signed the papers I had been attracted to him. I mean who wouldn’t be—he was gorgeous! He was tall, and built like someone worked out regularly. I couldn’t really guess his age, maybe early thirties. He had longer wavy blond hair, blue eyes and his voice—it was his low, confident, authoritative—that really sucked me in.
“I see someone is in trouble already first thing this morning. Erin love, are you all right? What is the matter honey?”
He seemed to really care about her distress. I was impressed.
Erin mumbled something hardly recognizable about being nervous. At the same time a sniffling Sara came into the room and sat across from us. Well, sat is not the best word. She did sit, I guess, albeit awkwardly more on her hip and leaning a lot on the arm of the couch and her feet tucked under her.
“It is simple, girls. You truly have nothing to fear unless you disobey. If you are good girls you will be rewarded. But, if you are naughty, you will be spanked or punished.”
Chapter 2
“You will learn as you go along. As will we all, I suppose. Right now all you need to know is that you must obey all of the adults, or men, in our home.” Trace locked his gray-blue eyes on mine until I looked away. I briefly thought he was challenging me until I noticed he made the same eye contact with all the girls. “You will only call me Daddy, and the other men Uncle. As you get to know them you may call them Uncle Matt or such, but you must always use the respectful term Uncle. Are there any questions on this?”
Daddy went on to explain to us that we had been sedated for the first night, to help us through the medical exams. He said his good friend and medical doctor, Dr. Ross, had performed complete physicals on each of us. We each received a birth control shot of Depo-Provera and a laser hair removal treatment from our pubic area. He explained that the laser treatment was possibly painful and if we had discomfort, to let someone know, and they had cream for it.
I was amazed by all of this. It was a lot to take in. I wanted to look down there to see now that I knew what had gone on. I couldn’t believe that they cared enough about our discomfort to offer a cream, but they would spank us if we were naughty. I was also still curious and words fell out of my lips before I could rope them back in.
“Were we raped while we were asleep?”
I don’t know why but he started laughing at my question. “No, it will be a while but you will definitely know it when you get to play like a big girl.” He looked at the other girls as he went on. “We will go to breakfast, but you can ask anything at any time, as long as you are respectful. This is your home for now. After we eat, you young ladies may explore the house.”
“But what about clothes?” I heard myself blurt out. “Can we have something to wear?”
He stood but stopped and looked very serious as he replied. “No, not yet. You will be naked for a while to help you learn submission and humility. Each of you will be allowed clothing individually as I feel you are ready for them.” He lifted his eyebrow at me as in question. “Now come, let’s eat. Like I said you may ask anything at any time, but I am ready for breakfast.”
As I write this it sounds as if things were going quite swell. I’d like to think they were. I’d like to imagine the next part didn’t happen. Perhaps it was just the level of high stress.
We were lead to the large dining room table and all the men sat down with us like a big family. All except Uncle Jeremy, he was serving the food and whatever else. It was ever so unsettling to be sitting at a table with four men when you’re completely naked. I mean seriously I have never sat at the table naked even if I were alone…
And this table… I think it was built specifically for Trace, I mean, at his request. All of them—Daddy and the men are very tall—and oddly enough the girls are all about the same height as I am. That means they are very short too. Well, this table seems to be larger than the norm. So, I felt very, very small there. We even have classy wooden booster seats that match the table in each of our spots, and I still feel small.
I was seated between Daddy and Uncle Chris. I looked at the plate before me with scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. I am totally not a morning person on the best of days and I was only slightly hungry. I glanced forward and there was a small glass of milk and one of apple juice. But, I was smelling coffee. I was dying for coffee.
Daddy was sipping a mug of coffee. I should have thought… I should have looked around… I would have noticed the other girls didn’t have coffee either. I don’t know what happened. I just sort of short fused.
“I want coffee.” I don’t remember if I interrupted anyone else speaking, but Daddy responded immediately.
“Little girls do not drink coffee. It is not good for them. I hope that you have better manner-”
“I have to have my flipp
ing coffee! This wasn’t in my contract!” I shoved my plate forward, it was not my intention, but it spilled the milk and the juice.
Before I could even draw my hands to my open mouth, and suck in my shock over what I had done Daddy pulled me out of my chair. He scooted his out and laid me out over his thick hard thighs. I was staring at my snarly red curls almost touching the black and brown marble floor. I grabbed the legs of the oak dining room chair and tried to yell, “No! St-ow! Ple- Ahh!”
His huge hand was covering my butt fast and loud. Each smack felt like a burning frying pan searing its image into my butt. I have never felt so much pain. Ok, maybe I have in the coming days. But at the time I didn’t think so.
“Young lady, you will not throw temper tantrums do you hear me?” Each word was emphasized with a dramatic swat to my scorched cheeks. But, not just my cheeks, no—he was slapping the tops of my thighs too. I was crying so hard I could hardly respond. He must have moved me farther forward on his lap, because then my hair was all the way on the floor and my tears seemed to have made a sodden mess of it. I tried to respond anyway, I know I was trying to tell him I would never, ever do anything to ever, ever receive a spanking again.
But, that wasn’t enough for him. He was so mean and went on and on.
“You will not demand anything, but ask nicely and respectfully—”
Do I have to tell you that he was still pounding his meaty palm down on my helpless backside? I can only imagine what the other girls were thinking. I know I was crying and begging pathetically. I was sure I was dying. He was killing me. It is rather funny to write this in hindsight. Having never been spanked before, how sure I was that I could truly die from the pain of being spanked and yet I didn’t.
“And no little girls will ever use naughty words, is that understood?”
He brought his hand down like three more times solidly, sinking the command home. I whimpered my understanding and he finally stopped abusing my posterior. He actually surprised me by rubbing it for a minute while I lie there helplessly.
I was finally lifted into his lap and held, hugged against his chest. He tipped my head back and washed my face with a warm washcloth. I was a bit embarrassed to think of the snot that must be all over my face and in my hair even. He smoothed my hair back and ran the cloth over parts of it too. I was humiliated then as I could see the other girls staring at me. I turned my face toward his chest and hid it in his shirt. He oddly enough was comforting me then, rubbing my back and speaking softly to me.
“It is over now, love. But you must remember to be a good girl. Shhh….”
As bad as the spanking was I could have stayed there all day. But, then that was over too soon and I was set back in the cold hard chair.
“Ahhyee-” I put my hands down to keep my abused posterior from connecting with the hard surface. “I’m not hungry.” I muttered, looking at Daddy with what I hoped was pleading eyes. There was no way I could sit there and eat after that.
“You must eat, Alivia. You will not get up until you do.”
It was awful. It seemed to take forever. I do not even like scrambled eggs all that much. Everyone else seemed to drift away from the table one by one until I was the only one left. I tried so hard to find the most comfortable position by wiggling to relieve the pressure but realized there was no comfortable spot. In fact it seemed as the best thing I could do was just sit as still as possible and eat fast.
When I was finally able to leave the table I was somewhat lost. The other girls had scattered. I was kind of sniffling and walking forlornly through the living room to the hall when Uncle Matt stopped me.
“Do you have pain? I mean, from the laser treatment? I mean, would you like the cream for it?”
I was confused. I was still in a lot of pain but all of it seemed to radiate from my rear. I didn’t speak, just shook my head. He gave me a rather sympathetic smile and rubbed my arm.
“Well, you can have it anytime… just ask. You are allowed to roam, check out the house, you can open and look in any rooms, you just can’t enter them. Understand?”
I nodded even though I wasn’t sure I did. He winked at me and walked away.
Matt is a really attractive looking guy. Sexy, I mean, as in dark and dangerous, sexy. It is hard to think of any of them as ‘Daddy’ or ‘Uncle.’ Except that they never bend from treating us as little girls.
I just wanted to go lie down and be miserable. You know just sulk and lick my wounds, or whatever. But, then again, I wanted to look around too and I didn’t know what the schedule was, or when I would get the chance again.
At the end of the hall was another living room, a much larger one, more relaxed like a family room. It had plush carpet and a huge U-shaped suede couch like. There were bookcases, and recliners, and a love seat, and the largest TV I have ever seen. I wanted to run in and roll on the floor. I know that sounds strange but the shaggy brown carpet looked so cushy. I couldn’t remember if I was allowed in there or not and there wasn’t anyone close to ask.
But then, coming down the stairs just to my right, were the three girls. They were talking softly amongst themselves.
“What is up there?” I asked for the first time actually noticing they were naked. I mean I knew they were naked, but really the rest of the time I was more concerned about me being naked to look at them. But when they were walking down the stairs toward me, it was like “in my face” naked.
I think I already said that we are all just about the same height. I think Sara might have an inch or so on us. She also has the biggest boobies, not that they are huge—maybe a full B-cup—and the others an A-cup. I guess Sara has the nicest figure all the way around. She has an hour-glass shape. You know, the small stomach and then the flair of hips again.
Not me, I am straight and flat. I always have been. I would be the nearly-A-Cup. (It was a sad day for me when they made that an actual size) That is why I am still a virgin at twenty, right? That and my mop of red hair. If I didn’t let it get so long I would look just like a boy.
Sara would probably find the best Daddy first. She was perfect. She had the classic blond hair and blue eyes. Hmmm, she was a lot like Daddy. I wonder if he likes her the best?
Anyway, Erin is the perfect little girl. She has honey wheat colored hair and it is long and shiny. She is sweet and quiet. Her face is just like a cherub, she has blue eyes too but hers are more that of an angel whereas Sara is that of a siren.
I am getting away from myself again. As they came down the stairs, I of course noticed their boobs and their snatches. They were all irritated looking, their snatches I mean. Poor Caity’s, I remember was really red. It was then I remembered that I mine was sore too. But the girls were down the stairs and answering my question, and all talking at once.
“The men’s bedrooms.”
“It’s boring.”
“Let’s go—”
I wanted to go up there and see. It didn’t sound boring to me. But I kind of wanted to stay together, so I followed them. The first door we came too downstairs was the playroom. It was odd at first, wondering why there was a room set up for really little girls. But then I had a strange desire to go play in there. We all stood there for a minute just staring and then Caity started to go in.
“Ah-ah. You may look in all the rooms but you may not enter.”
We jumped back with a start to the voice of one of the uncles in the hall. I can’t remember right now which one. He didn’t stay there he just happened to walk by in time to warn us.
“I wonder why…” one of the girls said.
“It’s the submission…” I said thinking I was wise, but then Erin nailed it.
“It’s a reward.”
I still can’t understand why four grown women would stand there really wanting in. Perhaps it was like a dream come true. A playroom we all dreamed of as little girls. My mom could never have given me a quarter of what was there. I could have stood there all day.
“Come on, let’s make them think we don’t
even care,” Sara whispered pulling at us.
We made our way to the next room. It was another bedroom just like ours except it was painted purple. Beyond that was a bathroom, the one that one of the girls had used earlier, I assume. But it was big. It had a double sink and vanity, a huge bathtub and a long table like you would see at a doctor’s office. I guess it is more like an oversized changing table. There is another door in there too. It went to a huge walk-in style closet. It had tons and tons of beautiful girly clothes.
“How about if you girls get your hair and teeth brushed while you are in here,” Uncle Tommy said, coming in the bathroom behind us as we stood there looking in the dressing room.
“You did mine already.” Caity stepped aside.
I had been wishing for a toothbrush at one point but he had said my version of a bad word. Anytime you put hair with the word brush it was bad news. Especially the shape my hair was in. Thankfully, it didn’t end up being another ordeal. He held out a basket and let us choose our own toothbrushes. I don’t know why but it was fun to pick out and use the My Little Pony toothbrush, even if Uncle Tommy did go back over them to make sure I did a good job.
He quickly ran a brush through each of the girl’s hair but when he got to mine, I might have over-reacted just a little bit and held my hands on my head pulling away from him. I don’t think it mattered. He quickly deemed my head a lost cause and said my hair needed to be put in braids after my bath. That put a whole new horror into my mind that I had never thought of prior to that moment.
They planned to bathe us.
We were allowed to roam for a while longer. We found some amazing things. There was an indoor pool and a gym. The backyard was fantastic, although all we could do was stand at the door and look. It held a beautiful flower garden with benches and winding paths. Then there was a wide open grassy yard to run in and a swing set. It was almost like a dream come true. I don’t know why I was so surprised.
