A Little Training

by Abbie Adams

  I sat down fast. I didn’t want to anger him. He started right in combing and aside from a little tugging there wasn’t any really painful pulling. I couldn’t believe it. It took a while and it was almost pleasant. I was sitting there between his thighs where it was warm and cozy. It was nice to have the contact that wasn’t punishing. I almost didn’t want it to end. It was hard to stay stiff and straight for a long time, so I started to relax and lean into his thigh. I was reminded of him holding me after he had spanked me.

  I didn’t want to be spanked again but if I had to do it to be held like that again… well I might have to think about it. I was feeling rather drowsy as they started the movie Beauty and the Beast. Uncle Tommy brought Daddy a ponytail holder and he French braided my hair so it wouldn’t be so tangled the next day. I felt kind of spoiled. When he was done Daddy lifted me up the rest of the way on his lap and let me sit there. It was weird.

  I knew I shouldn’t like it. So, I stayed rigid for a while. I was just getting tired of sitting that way when Daddy lifted me up and set me down in the chair without him. He left the room and didn’t come back. I felt kind of cold and empty then. I wished I had snuggled into him and fallen asleep.

  I wished I could just pretend I was a little girl, his little girl or whatever that meant. Would it really be so bad? But that is the thing. The contract said there is a placement with a Daddy. That meant I couldn’t start getting used to it here. This is just the beginning. And then I will only be with the Daddy for three years. What if I fell in love with him and he didn’t want me anymore. That is probably why it is only three years, because then you don’t look young anymore.

  When we were put to bed that first night I had a lot on my mind.

  I didn’t wake up feeling optimistic. In fact, after another round with Uncle Tommy and the crotch cream I left the bathroom depressed. Upon clearing the hallway I was assaulted by the aroma of fresh brewed coffee and the realization that I had to face the next three years and three hundred and sixty-four days without coffee was just too much for me to handle.

  I fell on the floor right there in a full out-knock-down-drag-out-temper-tantrum. I was kicking my legs and screaming the walls down. My second only, temper-tantrum of my life and both were the result of caffeine withdrawals.

  Of course, you would think somebody would have pity on me and hook up an IV or give in and fill me a cup. But not there…. I am telling you Uncle Tommy is the world’s biggest and cruelest meanie. He must have come right out of the bathroom behind me.

  He picked me up and started walloping my butt. I was only supported in standing by his thigh which he had thrust out to toss me over. And no matter how much I kicked or swung trying to get away, he kept me there pushed over his thigh with his left arm locking me into place. His right arm just took to my tail as if it were the normal thing to do. I think the girls walked right by me to the table like there was nothing abnormal about the scene.

  I was crying and begging him to stop, but he was having none of it. Each swat seemed to reverberate through my backside and multiply. I am sure these things, spankings that is get worse each time and not easier.

  The same as I don’t think I could have stopped or controlled the coffee induced- or should I say the lack of coffee induced tantrum- I couldn’t seem to control the words that came from my mouth during that awful bunn-burning time.

  “Owie! I… didn’t… och… pleas… I just fell… sto-p!”

  “What did you just say?” He stopped swatting and if I had had any coffee in my system I would have been able to think and wouldn’t have continued…

  “I didn’t… throw a fit… I just fell… please don’t spank me again!”

  The low rumbling of his laughter would have been my first clue that he didn’t believe me, if his hand wouldn’t have fallen again on my poor aching bottom first. “Do you always start yelling ‘I want some fucking coffee,’ when you fall?”

  A thunderous me lay of burning swats rained down on my already abused backside. I tried to beat on his back or anything to make him stop but it was useless.

  “Answer me, Alivia, do you always yell like that when you fall?” He slapped at my sit-spots as he asked.

  I don’t know how he expected me to answer him. “Ooooh hooo hooo… I, no! I just wanted you to stop… I’m sorry!”

  “So you lied?” he wasn’t spanking me then, but I knew where the question was headed.

  “Please… no…” I had stopped fighting by then.

  He stood me up and I was so relieved… until he moved to sit on the arm of the couch right behind him. He pulled me to stand in front of him and looked at me sternly. I know my face must have been swollen to three times its normal size.

  “You have to understand that lying, swearing and temper tantrums are not acceptable. I cannot imagine that you would lie down on the floor and act like that anywhere else? The swearing, if that is something normal to you, we are going to break that habit. And the lying is not going to happen, understood?”

  I quickly nodded my head hoping that the lecture was the end of. I even added “yes sir” for good measure. But, like I said before there isn’t a shred of decency in Uncle Tommy.

  “I am glad you understand me, now you are going to think about it.” And he pulled me back over his lap and started a whole new pattern on my ass—I mean behind.

  And when he was done- it still wasn’t. He led me to the same corner that Caity had been in last night and I had to stand there almost the whole time everyone ate.

  I hated the corner. I thought I would go mad. Perhaps I am already. For one thing it is awful to not have anything to wipe your eyes or your nose on, I’m sure you really want to know this, but it is most dreadful. I didn’t even have any clothes to wipe my face on. And my bottom… I prayed it would just fall off. Really it was the worst.

  Ok, perhaps not. But, it was so truly dreadful, like molten lava, it just keeps renewing itself. You know I heard once that if you burn yourself bad enough you won’t even feel it because it kills the nerves. Well, there truly can’t be such a thing, because I had to have the worst degree of burns!

  I had resolved that I was never going to speak again—at least, not for three years and three hundred and sixty-four more days anyway. When Uncle Tommy called me away from the corner, I wanted out… I just didn’t want to face him again.

  He pulled out a chair and my heart dropped! Thankfully he sat in it and pulled me onto his lap instead of across it. When his arms came around me I stayed as stiff as could be. I was not going to forgive him. If anyone was going to comfort me, I wanted it to be Daddy.

  Uncle Tommy washed my face, for which I was quite thankful. It is odd the little things you can come to take pleasure in. And then he started to talk while he rubbed my back and hugged me. No matter how hard I tried I could not stop from crying and relaxing against him. It is crazy how these things work and how a spanking wears you out both physically and emotionally. As much as I wanted to resist that meanie, I fell asleep.

  I wish I could tell you that from then on the days just melded into each other and went by quickly. That I had learned my lesson and things had gotten easier.

  No, I couldn’t do that because I had just been taught not to lie.

  Chapter 4

  Later that day, after naptime, we were allowed our first really fun activity. Daddy let us go swimming in the pool. I love to swim and Erin does too. Down in the shallow end there are benches under the water that wrap around the side of the pool so you could just sit and watch. That is pretty much all Sara and Caity wanted to do.

  The pool room is amazing. When you first walk in the pool spreads out left to right in front of you. Across on the other side are all windows and doors facing outside and at the patio. I assume if you wanted to have a barbeque you could just open it right up and it would be like the pool is out there.

  Anyway, there is a hot tub too, just to the left when you walk in, and all kinds of fancy stonework. A fountain flows from the hot t
ub down into the shallow side of the pool. We weren’t allowed in there, the hot tub I mean. Daddy said it was too hot and it would burn freshly spanked butts.

  Of course, you didn’t have to tell me that twice. The pool felt nice and cool on my bottom. The deep side of the pool was my favorite. It was actually twelve feet deep. I didn’t know they could make indoor pools go that far down. And there was a small diving board. I think that was Erin’s favorite part.

  What surprised me was that Daddy and Uncle Chris played with us. There were these colorful weighted sticks and we would race to find them. I can swim really well, so I even beat Daddy a couple times. Erin can swim well too, but she has a hard time going deep enough. Oh, it was so much fun!

  But, those snot face brats Sara and Caity kept complaining they were cold. I was cold too… but I was having fun and it was so much better than sitting around bored or getting in trouble!

  Erin really didn’t want to stop playing in the water, I guess. She begged for a little more time but Daddy used a firm voice with her and she got out. I know she was upset but she did get out and was walking by the edge.

  Daddy was faced away from the pool drying me off with a towel. I couldn’t really see because he was blocking my view but we heard a splash. Daddy let go of the towel and jumped to action. Uncle Chris must have been toweling Caity or something, but Sara was right where I had last seen Erin, by the edge of the pool.

  “She wanted one last turn,” Sara shrugged her shoulders and walked toward Uncle Chris as if nothing was amiss.

  Erin’s head bobbed to the surface just as Daddy asked Sara, “She just jumped back in?”

  “Yeah, I was just coming to get my towel and she dove right in front of me. Please can we go? I am freezing. This is so boring.” She pouted almost prettily.

  I knew something was the matter. Erin was sputtering and she shook her head, I expected her to deny it and say that Sara pushed her or something, but she didn’t. She just sat there bobbing in the water looking sad and guilty as anything.

  “Get out of the water right now, little girl.” Daddy walked over to the side of the pool and she swam to the ladder but she didn’t get time to climb up before Daddy lifted her right out. “Like it or not, you must listen to Daddy.” He sat down in a chair and put her right over his lap.

  She was almost folded right in half. When he started laying his hand to her backside it was the loudest most awful sound I have ever heard. I don’t know if the slapping was exaggerated because her butt was wet or if it was echoing around the huge open room. It was wet, loud and probably excruciating. Poor Erin started crying right away.

  “You scared Daddy, I didn’t know if you were hurt or drowning!” He started to talk right along with the crisp smacks he was laying on her little bottom. “You will learn that you can’t have your way whenever you want it.”

  She was wiggling so like a fish, like a wet fish flopping around out of water. I don’t know how he could keep spanking her. She was wiggling all over the place but it didn’t seem to bother him. He just kept her wet wriggling body bent right over his leg locked into place and his big hand covered both of her rounded cheeks with each swat. He didn’t even have to alternate where he was swatting her. I briefly wondered if it was the same with my butt.

  That made me finally realize I was standing there staring at them. My face began to feel hot. I looked around and my stomach twisted into a massive coil or fury. Sara was smirking cruelly. Uncle Chris was behind her having just finished toweling her he pushed her to the door, not seeing anything.

  I snapped my focus back to Erin. She was begging in between yelping and crying. Her bottom was a deep dark red.

  “Stop!” I jumped at them and grabbed for Daddy’s arm. “She didn’t do it.”

  I don’t think he even heard my cry. All I succeeded in doing was pausing the spanking. He grabbed my arm and smacked my bottom one hard time telling me I could not get in the way of a spanking. Uncle Chris was right there then and picked me up. I thought he was going to beat me. But Daddy told him to put me in the corner and that is what he did.

  He took me into the front room and put me in a corner. “Livvy, you can’t get yourself into trouble like that. When the men make a decision you have to accept it.” I stood there crying, I could still hear Daddy and Erin—the dang door had been left open.

  I hated Sara. Oh, I really hated her!

  I had the hardest time forcing my dinner down. I ate the tiniest bites imaginable just so that I was always eating if someone looked at me. I didn’t want to get in trouble. But, I could not eat. Thankfully Uncle Jeremy took pity on me and took my plate once everyone had left the table.

  Erin hadn’t come to the table at all. Daddy had put her straight to bed. I wanted to go to her. I don’t know why, I just couldn’t stop myself. Someone had to comfort her. I waited until nobody saw me and I snuck in. She was curled up on her side facing me, the stuffed elephant she’d brought from home curled in her arms. I wished then that I had listened and brought something of my own. I had thought it silly at the time.

  I thought perhaps she was sleeping but then I heard her muffled cry. I went over and sat on the edge of her bed. She jumped at first and her face rose from where she had it hidden in her stuffed friend. Her blue eyes were puffy and red from crying.

  “Shhh,” I rubbed her back. “It will be ok.” How I wished I knew that it would. I felt like a liar.

  “You bet-ter ga-o be-fore you get in trub-ble.”

  “Why didn’t you tell him the truth?”

  “I …don …no… was ‘fraid –of her too…”

  How could someone want sweet, little Erin to be hurt like this? It just enraged me. She seemed so fragile… so angelic. We were the same size but somehow she seemed smaller, more delicate. I quickly determined that I was going to have to take care of her. I was just about to lie down next to her and rub her back until she slept but Uncle Tommy swept into the room.

  “Alivia, come out of there.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me out into the hall. “Do you need to be spanked to help you listen and worry about your own business?” He was standing over me with his dark angry eyebrows drawn together.

  I was quickly shaking my head no. I might add that my hands were behind me covering my bottom to reinforce my decision in case he didn’t believe me.

  “Then go in the family room and color or read a book with the other girls.”

  As soon as he said “the other girls” I knew that was not where I wanted to be. If I went in there I might start a fight. I needed a quiet place to think.

  I walked toward the family room as he had suggested and he let me go. But, I didn’t go there I turned up the stairs and stopped at the window on the landing. It was such a peaceful place. I wish I could open the window and feel the breeze.

  I watched as a butterfly floated by and landed on a purple flower I didn’t know the name to. I was deep in thought. I know I was still thinking about Erin and Sara. I was trying to come up with some way to get Daddy to know the truth. I am sure you can imagine, someone came up behind me and I turned to see Daddy sit on the first stairs to the upper side. I quickly turned back to the window. It was tense because he didn’t speak right away. I felt like he was staring at me.

  That is exactly what you want, I tell you, to be kneeling looking out the window and have a man behind you staring at you. It was unnerving. I was shaking inside. But, at the same time I was thinking. Maybe I could explain to him what had really happened!

  “What are you doing, Baby Girl?”

  I don’t know where it came from but something inside of me puddled in my tummy at his words… or maybe it was the low tone he spoke. I wanted to curl up in his arms and stay there forever.

  “Just thinking,” I said. I was shaking so bad I could hardly figure out what I had said. I felt his hand on my arm above my shoulder gently tugging me to stand in front of him.

  “What was that, Pumpkin?” he tipped my chin up so I had to look at him too.

>   “Just thinking…” I tried to make my voice a little louder and it squeaked.

  Thankfully he didn’t make me stand there in front of him any longer but lifted me to his lap. He had pulled me backwards so my back was against his chest. It was a tad uncomfortable because my sore bottom was against his rough denim jeans. But, it was nice because I didn’t have to look at his face. He ran his fingers down through my hair, smoothing it over my arm.

  “Will you tell me why you are afraid?”

  I don’t know how he could tell. Heck, I didn’t even know that I knew I was afraid.

  When I think back, I wonder that he was showing me that special attention. I wonder if he sought out the other girls and did so with each of them. That is what I should have been thinking.

  “Because I want to tell you something that will make you angry, and I don’t want to get in more trouble.” I squeezed my fists together my fingernails biting hard into my palms. “I’m so mad at you!” I turned just as I said the last part. I couldn’t contain it any longer. I could see his face then and I thought he was going to laugh at me!

  Instead his face got very serious and he moved me to his thigh and turned me to cup my chin in his hand and stare down into my eyes. “You are allowed to be angry. You can always tell me too, as long as you are not disrespectful. You will not get in trouble if you are careful to be respectful.”

  It took me a minute to absorb what he said. When his hand relaxed on my chin I pulled it from his grasp and he allowed it, so scooted out of his lap too. I started to pace back and forth on the six by ten foot landing. Finally, I stopped in front of him again and gave it my best. I had decided that this was my only chance. And it was a pretty good one. I just had to be able to moderate my anger.

  “You didn’t even give Erin a chance to answer. Sara pushed her and lied, and you beat Erin for nothing. She is afraid of Sara anyway, so maybe she wouldn’t have said much, but you weren’t fair you didn’t even think about it! You—”