by Abbie Adams
If they could afford to pay us each fifty thousand dollars and support all of us, somebody—whoever—Daddy, or whatever, had to be a millionaire. We should have tried to bargain with them for more money.
The day moved by and we were again gathered around the table for lunch. When we were done we were each taken to the bathroom. I tried to say that I didn’t have to go. I didn’t want to. But it was Uncle Tommy and I’m telling you he is mean. He said that I had better and he was not going to put up with foolishness. I don’t know why it is so difficult but it is the oddest thing to go pee with a man standing there. And then to let him wipe for you when you know you are more than capable.
Oh, so you know—there isn’t toilet paper in the bathrooms, just wipes. And they are up high in the cupboard. So, if you go to the bathroom on your own, you have to call for help, drip dry, or walk around wet.
As soon as I was done I was led back to the bedroom and told it was naptime, of all things. Yes, we had to take a nap. When we started talking, you got it… we were warned that if we didn’t be quiet and go to sleep we were going to be spanked.
“I can’t go to sleep without a blanket.” I whined.
“Will it help if your butt is really warm and you are really worn out?” Daddy popped his head in the door and gave me a look.
My butt was still warm…
He said if we were cold he would turn the heat up, but we couldn’t have coverings until we earned them. I have to admit I was very frustrated by this. I was not used to sleeping with out something to cover up with and you know snuggle around me. Nor was I used to being told to take a nap.
I must have been tired, either leftover from the medicine or from the spanking, because I think I slept for a long time. When I woke up, both Caity and Erin were up and gone. Sara was still in her bed, it seemed the same position as she was earlier, face down in her arm.
I laid there on my side for a bit considering everything, but a very uncomfortable feeling between my legs made me roll to my back to open them and look. However, once on my back, my bottom was forced to press on the mattress and impress on my memory the feeling of Daddy’s hand pressing on my behind. I was back on my side in a hurry. My hand flew to my butt to rub. It even felt hot to the touch. I remember thinking I was never going to make it in this place.
The rubbing helped some. Or perhaps it was the burning in between my legs. It felt as if I had a sun burn, on my kitty. I was lying on my side, raised up on my left elbow. I spread my legs and looked down to see that the shaved area was very red and irritated. All at once I remembered that there had to be cameras in the room and dropped my legs closed. There was no way I wanted someone watching me checking out my snatch.
I couldn’t get help for my flaming bottom but they said I could have cream for my crotch. Perhaps the same stuff would work on my butt?
As soon as I made it out of the door of the bedroom Uncle Tommy was right there.
“Do you have to go potty?”
I wanted to groan at the baby talk but restrained myself. “No, but can I get the lotion for my sore, um, private?” I know my face had to be the shade of- hmm… well now that I think of it, I wonder if it was the same shade as my butt?
I don’t know why but I was surprised when he took my hand. “Sure, come on.”
He took me across the hall into the big bathroom and lifted me onto the table.
“No. No. No.” I tried to get down then. It never occurred to me that someone would put it on me.
“Hold on, Alivia. What is the matter?” He held my upper arms keeping me in place sitting on the side of the table.
I started crying. “I don’t want it.”
“Yes, you do. Now stop being silly. You obviously need it. You don’t want it to get worse. Now, lay down.” He didn’t give me a choice, he pushed me backwards. I was frantic by then and started fighting. He easily had me flat on my back on the table. Then he lifted my legs together straight in the air, and he smacked my already sore butt. “Now settle down, and let me get this over with.”
I wanted to kick him right in the face. But somehow I didn’t. I threw my arm over my face and ignored the fact that he had spread my legs and was spreading the cream all over my mound and then even in my lips. He seemed to be trying to be gentle but it too hurt. When he was done and was washing his hands I climbed down and was going to run out when he stopped me. I was afraid of what he wanted but I was afraid not to obey too. It turned out all he wanted was to wash my face again.
When I headed straight for the bedroom he stopped me again. “No, go to the kitchen and have a snack.”
I didn’t want a snack… I wanted to go hide on my bed and pout. But again, I didn’t want to get in trouble so I did what he said. I was surprised when I got to the kitchen and Uncle Jeremy was the only one there. He lifted me right into a barstool at the counter a slid a warm chocolate chip cookie and a glass of milk to me.
“I don’t like milk.” I complained. I realized what I said and fear shot through me as he started to walk towards me. Would he think I was being disrespectful or something and spank me again? I felt the warm tears tumbling down my cheeks as he got right next to me.
“I’m sorry…”
He wrapped his arms around me and brushed my snarly hair out of my face. “You’re having a really bad day, huh?” He rubbed his hand up and down my back and let me cry. “It will get better baby, shh.”
I loved him instantly.
“There now you need to calm down and eat your snack before you get me in trouble too.” He stepped away from me and went back around the counter. I stared at my cookie, finally picking it up. But, he was back at my side. I looked up and he washed face again, and then he set down a glass of chocolate milk.
I couldn’t help but smile as I drank it. I felt like I finally had a friend. Jeremy is like a big awkward teddy bear. He is probably the same height as Daddy but he is bigger across the chest and shoulders. He wasn’t fat. He was solid and, well, he was just big. He had short sandy blond hair and sparkly green eyes. They were almost merry.
All I really know is that he must have been my brother in another life or something. He knew what I needed to face another day… with a hug and a glass of chocolate milk, I felt like I could do anything.
Chapter 3
Caity and Erin were in the family room. They were just sitting there. It was actually quite boring. So, I left to explore the upstairs. The staircase itself was wider than in a normal house and marble. Once I reached the upstairs the first room on the left was huge and masculine, the bed enormous. The room was done in black and gray. I didn’t realize it then but this was Daddy’s room. On the same side as Daddy’s but farther down was another living room similar in style to the one at the base of the stairs.
As I made my way across the hall there were four bedrooms but they were only half the size as the first one on the left. They varied in colors of blues, browns and greens. I assumed at the time that the Uncles all slept upstairs but later found out that Uncle Tommy’s bedroom was downstairs next to ours. So, one of the four upstairs isn’t used. I didn’t see any bathrooms in the hall so they must have them in the bedrooms.
I kind of wanted to go in the rooms and snoop more but I wouldn’t dare. There was no way I was going to get myself into more trouble. I made my way back down the stairs and on the landing halfway down there were beautiful windows that looked out over the backyard. It was stunning. I should say they looked out over the flower gardens. I wished there was a bench seat there. There was room for one.
If I couldn’t go sit outside at least I could sit there and pretend I was out there. I knelt there for quite a while I guess. It was May and I could just imagine that there were going to be lilacs. Lilacs were one of my favorites. But, they don’t last for long… I hoped I hadn’t missed them. There were some red and yellow tulips along a white fence. It looked like something out of a puzzle they sold in the drugstore.
Anyway before I knew it I was called to dinner. I sto
od rather awkwardly after being on my knees for so long. I wondered if I could pass on eating. As I made it to the table I heard Caity say she was not eating.
“I am sorry, Caity, but, you do not decide that you are not eating. All little girls must eat. If you do not want to eat you will stand in the corner while we eat. But, then you will still eat after you are done in the corner.” Daddy spoke this as he was leading Caity right to a corner behind Uncle Tommy. Everyone else sat down as if nothing was out of the norm. I was thankful I had not made the same mistake as Caity. That would be so embarrassing.
It was hard to eat. I didn’t feel hungry in the least. I never ate as much as I had here. Thankfully it wasn’t something I didn’t like. What if that happened?
After supper we were told it was bath time, and if we were good we could watch a movie. If not, it was straight to bed without. I knew what that meant. I was going to be bathed by one of them. If I protested I had to go to bed. And I was pretty sure that didn’t mean I could just go to bed and bypass the whole bath. If I protested I would probably be spanked again, get bathed anyway, and sent to bed. If I went along with it, I could stay up and watch a movie.
What could I do? I could hide and hope they lost count of the girls….
No, I was put in the warm bath without any protest (except my minor hiss when the water touched my bottom) and to my horror, Uncle Tommy put Erin in with me.
“Your hair is something else isn’t it? I don’t know how you ever managed on your own. It’s obvious you need help.” He pushed my hair all together over my shoulders and behind me.
I had pulled my knees to my chin and wrapped my arms around them. I hated every part of this. A bath was supposed to be relaxing. You should be able to kick back and enjoy it. Not happening here. No, He grabbed the handheld shower and brought it to my hair. He tipped my head back gently with his knuckle to my chin. I felt the warm water run down through the mass and almost loosened up.
My chin came right back to my knees as he moved the sprayer to Erin’s hair. I watched as he wet hers down and then soaped it up. Before I knew it he was back at mine with a handful of suds. It was actually nice, I admit it, having someone else massage my head and hair, and then rinse it all away. I hate my hair. But, as I said I don’t dare cut if off or people would think I am a boy.
He moved to rinsed Erin’s hair and right away I missed the sprayer. But then the most awful thing—just when I was thinking it wasn’t all that bad! Uncle Tommy had a soapy washcloth and told me to stand.
I just stared at him at first. “I can do it,” I tried.
“I think you know better than that already, Alivia. Stand up so we can get you cleaned up and then you will still be able to watch a movie. Up.” He gestured at the same time and I rose from the water as if it were the first time I was naked in front of them again. He washed me very methodically, every inch. Sliding the soapy cloth over my sensitive nipples and breasts and down my belly, my arms, my back. He had me lift each foot and then took the cloth back up my legs and to my kitty.
It was the craziest thing. I was scared, embarrassed, and sore, and yet, I was warm and tired and all that rubbing. Well the soapy cloth down there didn’t seem to bother me—in a bad way. In fact it was over way too soon.
“Turn around.” I didn’t really need the command. He turned me as he said it. And then the cloth was pressed back between my thighs, from the back. “Spread your legs.”
My legs were shaking and my butt was sore. I did as he said but I wonder now that he didn’t have to tell me to spread them while he was in the front. I felt the cloth rub over my bottom hole. That was so embarrassing.
“Are you done yet?” I was a little testy.
Thankfully he didn’t take full offense. He did however smack my wet fanny one crisp time. “Watch the way you are talking, little girl.”
“Yeouch.” I sat down as soon as he moved the cloth away from me.
He moved over to Erin with a new washcloth and I sat there curled in a ball looking the other way waiting for him to let me out. After he washed her he had me stand and rinsed me off completely with the sprayer again. Then he blotted me dry with a towel and wrapped me in it.
He lifted me to the table and started to towel dry my hair with another towel while he left me sitting in the other. He got a comb and came back to my head. I started to pull away and cover my head with my arms… Hey it worked the time before!
He just told me to stop it and pulled the comb through a small section anyway. But, then he must have realized it was hopeless and gave up. He walked back to the counter and set the comb down only to come back with the crotch cream.
“I don’t need it! I’m fine now…”
He ignored me and pushed me down on the table. I really wanted to fight. But knew it wouldn’t help anyway. So, again I found myself laid out on that blasted table with my legs spread wide open. The more I think about it, he didn’t seem turned on by me or what he was doing in the least. I might as well be a little girl and this is just a job to him.
He covered me in cream and tugged me into a sitting position, then turned to put the cream away and wash his hands.
Uncle Tommy is the smallest of the men, but he is still large. I think he is more of a wiry muscular type. He has a more brownish hair that frames his face. His face is very stern most of the time his eyes are small and brown. He isn’t like awful, I suppose… but he is by far the sternest. Well, except Daddy.
“Go ahead, I will come tackle your hair later.” He finally released me.
I tried to take the towel with me but he tugged it away.
“I’m cold.” I don’t know where I had any courage to argue with him. But, it didn’t matter. He didn’t give in.
“You won’t be- the heat is on, now go on.”
I was dismissed, as simple as that. I wasn’t cold, the bathroom had heated lights. But, I really did want a blanket or something. I hated being naked.
In the hallway I could see Caity sitting at the table. She was crying and it looked like she was trying to eat. It seemed as if she was having a hard time sitting. Daddy must have left the table and was just coming back. He sat down and said- “You’re doing a good job now. Wouldn’t it have been a good idea to have just eaten it in the first place?”
“She got spanked.” Sara came out of our room and stopped by me. It was almost like she was gloating. She is weird like that. It occurred to me then that I was standing there watching and didn’t want to be. I headed to the family room and Sara followed me.
“Erin is the only one now who hasn’t gotten it.”
“What is wrong with you?” I turned to see a smug grin on her face. I wanted to just punch her and I have never felt violent toward anyone before.
“I was just stating a fact. Don’t get you panties in a wad, princess.” She flounced into the huge family room and grabbed a magazine off a table by the book shelves. Another dirty look was cast my way while she flung herself onto the loveseat.
My blood was boiling. I definitely didn’t need a blanket anymore. What I needed was a fire extinguisher. She was in the same place as we were, how could she want us to be hurt? I hated her instantly. As is normal for me, I couldn’t form my feelings into any words or actions. I had planned to sit on the couch and wait for the movie, now there was no way I wanted to sit in there with her.
I spun around, to do what I don’t know, but Uncle Tommy and Erin were on their way towards us. For a split-second I wondered if they heard her, but he called to Sara that it was time for her bath. And she left giving me another nasty look in parting.
“What is that about?” Erin asked me when they had cleared the bathroom door. I decided to go on into the family room since the problem had left.
“She is a Bitch, that’s all.” I made my way to the book case.
“Shhh.” Erin gestured to the hall where Uncle Matt was heading our way. “You better be careful.” She lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned my way.
I sat down at a s
mall table that had crayons and a few coloring books laid out. It was like a coffee table without chairs so that we could just sit on the floor, and again the carpet was so soft. It seemed childish to color, but I loved to paint- and anything else crafty. I used to color with Wes all the time. Yes, I could do coloring, it would pass the time.
I motioned for Erin to join me and she did. I couldn’t imagine how or why Sara didn’t like her. She seemed so sweet and innocent. “Sara doesn’t like us.” I whispered to her.
I looked up quickly because Uncle Chris had walked in the room. I was worried at first that they had seen the whole thing with Sara on the cameras or heard me swear. But he had a comb in his hand.
“OK, Alivia, we need to get your hair combed.” He held out his hand to me.
God, how I hate my hair! It may or may not be something that actually makes me act a bit childish. I put my hands over my head. “No, I can do it. Just leave me alone.”
Thankfully he didn’t react the way he could have. He just laughed and caught my hand and tugged me toward the couch. Where he sat down and pulled me to sit between his legs. The first couple swipes of the comb were not that bad but the next few had me cringing. Have I told you how much I hate having my hair combed? How snarly it gets? How sensitive my head is?
I might have started to stomp my foot… and grab at my head and the comb…. “Stop! Stop! Please… you are killing me.” I cried. I really was trying.
Thankfully, Daddy came in.
And I didn’t get in trouble.
“Stop, Chris, let me. You obviously don’t know what you are doing. You can’t start from the top like that, you have to start at the bottom.” He reached for the comb and gestured for me to sit with him in the chair. “Come here Livvy-”
I was thankful he stopped Uncle Chris from torturing me, however I didn’t really trust him with my head either, and I might have started to protest…. “No, please can I just do—”
“Stop whining and get your butt over here.” He had his hand out to me and as soon as I was in reach he smacked my bare bottom. “I will not put up with that, little girl.”
