by Abbie Adams
“Stop.” He caught me pulled me closer and put a finger to my lips. “Slow down before you go too far. Why would Sara push Erin, one good reason?”
“Because she is evil.”
He snorted. “Alivia, do you want me to listen to you or not?”
“Because yesterday she said something to me about Erin was the only one left to get spanked. I don’t know why, but she wanted her to and she just decided she didn’t like Erin and I.”
“Why wouldn’t Erin say something then? I have a hard time believing she would not tell.”
“I told you, you didn’t even give Erin a chance! But she is afraid of Sara too. Haven’t you noticed how sweet and quiet Erin is? She shakes when someone else is getting spanked.”
“Ok, that is enough. I will think about it what you have said and check into it. This does not mean that you are allowed sass me like that.”
I put my chin down and crossed my arms over my chest. I felt like he let me down. I had hoped he would be decent and listen to me and he shot me down.
“Stop pouting, little girl.” He smacked my rear with his open hand and my head popped up. Then he kissed me on my forehead and took my hand. “Let’s go down and see if it’s time for you bath.”
We met Uncle Tommy in the hall and he reminded Daddy that we had been washed in the pool shower before dinner, so Daddy told me to go color. I didn’t want to and I said so. He gave me the look so I took off that way. Just as I turned in the family room door I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he had gone into our bedroom.
He was going to talk to Erin. Maybe he was going to make things right. My heart started to beat really fast just as I heard a nasty voice.
“Oooh look Caity, the princess has decided to join us.”
I turned to see Sara with her little smile. I mean sneer.
“Sara, play nice,” Uncle Tommy came in after me. “Alivia, come here please, I just realized I never brushed out your hair after we washed it.” He sat down on the end of the couch.
My hands instantly went up to cover my hair. “No, it’s fine.”
“One… Two… thr-”
I drug my feet as slowly as I could to where he was, snapping into place when he started on the three. I mean seriously, why do they have to start counting? It’s unfair.
“I don’t want it brushed.” I sat where he directed on the small triangle of beige couch between his thighs.
He started right in and thank goodness he wasn’t nearly as bad as Uncle Chris but then I remembered how nicely Daddy had done it and how he had held me after.
“I want Daddy to do it! I don’t want you.”
“If you don’t stop, I am going to use this brush on your hind end instead.”
I didn’t say another word. I wasn’t stupid. Even in the worst of the tangles I might have ground my teeth and pulled my chin halfway to my knees, but I didn’t say another word.
“You need a haircut. This is crazy.”
“No!” That I would protest. They wanted little girls, not little boys!
“No, they’re not getting any haircuts,” Daddy proclaimed, coming into the room behind us.
I would have jumped for joy or even kissed him if my hair wasn’t wrapped in the brush at the moment.
“You don’t know what you are talking about, Trace. I don’t mean to cut it short. I mean layers or something to get rid of this bulk of tangled mess. You should talk to Dane’s girlfriend, she cuts hair. I know you can do something without losing all the length.”
“I’m not getting a haircut!” I don’t know where I thought I had any weight in the conversation. In one quick movement Uncle Tommy tipped me over his thigh and gave me three cracks with the purple plastic brush he had.
“Do not talk back. Is that clear?”
My belly was pressed over his hard thigh, my face against the cushion of the couch. He had his left hand flat against the middle of my bare back and the brush poised above my bottom as if he was going to continue depending on my answer. I flung my hand back to my butt. How much abuse could it take?
“I’m… done,” I sniffled.
“You sure?”
“Yes!”
He set me back between his legs and moved the torture back to my head instead of my rear. I shifted trying to get comfortable and focused on not crying. It was only a few swats. I should be able to handle that. I sniffed again. When I wasn’t so focused on myself I was drawn to the conversation behind me.
“It’s fine if you believe the goody-two-shoes! I don’t care.”
I wanted to wrench my head around. I didn’t dare. Uncle Tommy would have a field day on my butt with the brush then. I didn’t have too, anyway. I knew it was Sara calling someone—either Erin or myself—goody-two-shoes.
That meant that Daddy had listened to me! But did he really believe us over her? Had Erin told him the truth?
A long braid finally dropped over my shoulder and Uncle Tommy lifted me from his lap as he stood. He moved around the couch and walked out of the room.
“I do not understand why you have been spiteful. I will not tolerate this ever.” He stood up. He had been sitting on the loveseat that was close to the coloring table where Sara was. I noticed Erin then. She must have been sitting at his side the whole time.
He started to unbuckle his belt and pull it through the loops. Sara’s eyes grew as large as quarters and Erin got up and ran toward the bedroom. I climbed on the couch. I hadn’t realized I had just been standing there since Uncle Tommy left. I knelt against the back, facing Daddy and Sara, my chin on the cushion.
“Come here, Sara.” He held out his hand to her and sat down again.
I saw big fat tears running down her face then. It was hard to stay mad at her when I knew that she was going to get the belt. I saw real fear in her huge blue eyes.
“I am so disappointed. You have been here such a short amount of time and Erin has been nothing but sweet. It would not be ok if she had done something to you either, however at least I could begin to understand.” He pulled her right over his thigh only this time he locked his right leg over hers, and when he put his arm across her back- he caught her hand in his and held it there.
He had the belt folded in his right hand already. I wish I had run away when Erin had. Sara was facing me over his lap. She was just hanging there at first but from the first slap of that awful thing she had lifted up and I watched her face as she sobbed.
It was awful… truly dreadful.
“I want you girls to be friends, sisters, playmates. I never ever want to hear of something like this again. Do you hear me?” Daddy didn’t give her a chance to respond. His arm flew back and the belt came down with a mighty thwuap.
Over and over.
“Ahh… eee …Ayee… ssor… eee… I…I’m…st-pd…owww… pleaz…”
I buried my face in the cushions and covered my ears. It didn’t help. I thought it would never stop.
Then he said, “I want an honest answer why you would do such an awful thing. We’re going to get to the bottom of this and stop it right here and now.”
“…ohh hoo hoo…” I peeked out over the cushion with one eye. Sara was hanging toward the floor like a limp doll then. But she was rocked with her sobbing.
“I’m waiting…” I heard the belt slap down again.
“Ahh… -pleze…I… just wan…dem…be bad… like…meee…” she shuddered as if that had taken everything out of her.
I felt tears on my own face. I was so glad when I saw Daddy put the belt down. He left her lay like that for a minute crying while he rubbed her back and murmured to her. I couldn’t hear him but finally he lifted her to his lap and held her.
I took off then down to our room. I wanted to check on Erin. The door was closed and the light was off. I hoped I wouldn’t get in trouble again for going in there. I found her humming to herself. She was so good.
I felt guilty for staying to watch. I would never get those images out of my head again. I wanted to tell her wh
at Sara had said, or that maybe we should take it easy on her, something…. Maybe I should say that I felt like Sara learned her lesson, that she would be really sorry now. I don’t know.
But, I didn’t say anything. We just sat by each other on her bed like we had the first morning we had awoken, backs to the wall, knees to our chests, chin on our knees.
I don’t know how long we sat there, not very long. Uncle Jeremy and Chris came in with Caity and bundles of pink and white bedding. They proceeded to make mine, Caity’s, and Erin’s beds all up. They were beautiful with tiny flowers and little ribbons. They were all thick and fluffy, layered and luxurious-everything a little girl could dream of.
Afterward we got our teeth brushed and got tucked in with our new blankets. It was kind of nice. Uncle Chris told us that that Daddy said we could have the bedding for being good. Erin for not getting in trouble and getting a spanking she didn’t deserve, me for telling the truth and sticking up for Erin, even though it was hard. Lastly, Caity’s was for not being involved in Sara’s plan.
But the truth of it is Daddy brought Sara in and put her in her bed without new bedding. And I think it was more of a punishment to her. I felt so bad for her too. She just laid there sniffling for so long. Then Erin did the sweetest thing. I would have missed it if I didn’t hear the faintest whispering.
I looked up in the near dark—there is one small night light in the room. Erin was by Sara’s bed, she stayed there for a long time. I think she was comforting Sara and she gave her the stuffed elephant she had brought with her from home.
Sara was snuggled up with it the next morning.
Chapter 5
I didn’t sleep well that night. I think that Daddy left the heat up high for Sara- because I woke many times and was way too warm. I tossed and turned all night and finally awoke on top of the covers rather cranky. I loved the fancy bedding and I should have been in better spirits that morning. Things seemed to be looking up.
I was the first one awake and had to go pee. When I was done I did not stay up but went back to my bed. I was determined not to make the same mistake I had made the other mornings. I stayed in bed until the other girls were up and I was called for. It was tense during breakfast I felt if people were staring at me. I knew they were waiting for me to start screaming or having a seizure. It was hard to control myself the smell of coffee was fresh and strong. Daddy didn’t saying anything about me pouting, either. I guess he was just happy I wasn’t raving like a lunatic.
I didn’t feel good. I think I said that already. I tried to eat, to pretend I was eating… I just hoped that Uncle Jeremy would toss my food again. I knew I would be sick if I had to eat it. I just wanted to lay my head on the table. It seemed like it was taking forever for everyone else to get done when I felt Daddy reach for me and pull me over to come sit on his lap.
He ran his fingers through my hair and rested his cheek against me forehead. “Are you feeling ok sweety pie?”
“I don’t want to eat.” I whispered hoping he wouldn’t put me in the corner since he was being nice.
“Does your tummy hurt?”
Why hadn’t I thought of that before? It did kind of hurt… not hurt, it was just that I wasn’t hungry and if I ate it would hurt. But, he was asking if my tummy hurt- that must mean if our tummy hurt we wouldn’t have to eat.
“Yeah…” I rested my head on his shoulder sucking up the attention.
“It’s ok, baby, why don’t you just go lay down on the sofa in the front room.” He stood me up and nudged me toward the couch. I should have been happy I had gotten out of eating. But, instead I was sad and confused about wanting to stay with him, on his lap. I don’t know how long I lay there before the doorbell rang.
Uncle Matt came to answer the door and Daddy came out of his office. I scooted to the end of the couch where whoever was at the door couldn’t see me. But, when Uncle Matt started to welcome the visitor in, I jumped up and ran down the hall to my room. Daddy called for me to come back, but I didn’t want to. I was naked. I stopped in the hall and came back to the end, just shy of where they could see me.
Uncle Matt came then. “Alivia, go to Daddy.” He pushed me out of my hiding spot into Daddy’s line of vision.
“Livvy. Come here now.” He pointed to the floor just in front of him. He was sitting in his chair between the two couches. The guests were a man and a woman seated on the couch closest to the office or front door, but I didn’t look at them. I looked at the floor and tried to cover myself as I walked to him. I didn’t want to make him angry. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he would just spank me in front of the company.
When I got to him he turned me around and pulled me backwards onto his lap and spoke against my cheek. “Honey, this is my friend Dr. Ross and his little girl, Ellie. Can you say hello?”
I turned to him and spoke through my clenched teeth. “I can’t say hi when I don’t have clothes on.”
“Yes, you can because they don’t care. Now, be polite because this is Ellie’s first time visiting with other little girls.”
I finally looked at them as it sunk in that Daddy had said she was a little girl. She was sitting right next to the man, tucked into his side. She looked a little shy too but they had both laughed at me when I had spoken to Daddy. She was quite a bit taller than me but had the same skinny fame. She had a cute blue sundress on and a ponytail at the side of her head by her shoulder.
“Nice to meet you,” I finally gave in as Sara, Caity and Erin were ushered in and sat shyly on the couch across from the Ellie and Dr. Ross. It was obvious not one of them wanted to be introduced to company either, but in turn, each of them was.
I was very curious about Ellie. I wanted so badly to be left alone with her to ask if she was in a program like ours before she got her Daddy. I thought I was going to get my wish because Daddy said the girls could take Ellie to color if they were going to be good girls. But, when I tried to shimmy away with them Daddy told me that Dr. Ross was going to see me, and take care of my tummy ache.
The Doctor stood with a very genuine smile and held his hand out to me. But, I felt as though I were going to be fed to a wolf. When I seemed hesitant Daddy picked me up as he stood and carried me to the exam room. Uncle Tommy was waiting in there. I didn’t know what was going to happen but I was shaking for some reason and started to cry right away.
“I feel fine now… I don’t need the doctor…”
I had very bad feelings about the whole exam room, the bright lights and the three men. I had my arms wrapped around Daddy’s neck, my legs around his waist and I was not letting go.
Daddy easily pulled my arms from around his neck. “Alivia, that is enough. Be a good girl for the doctor. He is here to help you feel better.”
Uncle Tommy must have pulled me from behind. I don’t know, but one minute I was still holding onto Daddy and then they were setting me on the table. Daddy stepped to the back keeping a hand on my arm and Dr. Ross came toward me. Uncle Tommy was still there but I don’t know what he was doing.
“Ok, honey, why are you afraid of me?” Dr. Ross tapped nose and then patted my head. I brushed away from him and tried to shimmy closer to Daddy. “Have you always been afraid of Doctors?” he left his hand on my foot. I pulled it back farther out of his reach.
There wasn’t anything scary about him. He seemed like a nice guy and as I write this I think he was trying to calm me. He was really tall. I know I say that about everyone. But he was taller. He was very tall and lanky, his long arms almost gangly. He had short brown curly hair and bright smiley eyes.
“Alivia, baby,” Daddy put his mouth by my ear. “You can either cooperate and make Daddy happy, or you can get a spanking, Daddy will not be pleased, and the Doctor will still continue.”
When he said that and I thought about how nice he was- he was rubbing my hair and trying to help me calm down, I tried to relax as much as possible sitting on an exam table, naked.
Uncle Tommy came over to me and to me and pre
ssed something into my ear, I heard a click and he walked back over to the counter.
“Alivia, can you lie down and let me feel your tummy?” asked the Doctor.
I didn’t really have a choice, Daddy started to help me to lie down. “Relax…” they both seemed to murmur.
“Please just let me go,” I whimpered as large hands urged me backwards on the cold plastic table.
“You know what I think?” Dr. Ross said as his big warm fingers started to push and prod around my belly. “I think you know why your tummy hurts. That is why you don’t want to be in here. You know what it will take to make your tummy feel better.”
I was completely lost but he was looking at me as if I should know exactly what he meant. He stopped feeling my belly and nodded to Uncle Tommy. I tried to turn and see what he was doing.
“You haven’t been going potty like you should. Perhaps you are embarrassed by letting someone care for your needs? Well, you can’t do that. We will have to help you today.”
It took a minute to sink in. He didn’t mean…. I tried to get up, to run away, to fight.
“No, Please. Let me go,” I cried.
I don’t know what happen but the more I wiggled well it didn’t do anything. One minute I was on my back, trying to run away and the next I was flipped over on my belly, not going anywhere. Instead of Daddy rubbing my hair, he was smacking my butt—hard.
“You will not fight the doctor. You will stay still and obey. I warned you, now you will be worn out.”
Left cheek, right cheek, and then middle. He punctuated each word with a hardy slap until I was begging him to stop. And he didn’t stop until he was sure I was ready. I tried to block but he quickly locked my hands at the small of my back and held them there as if it were nothing.
“Sto-p… oh gosh…oh please…”“
“I am not stopping until I know you are going to be a good girl, I’ve been nice, and you have been naughty.” The fiery burning smacks kept falling. I kicked my feet drumming them down on the table.
“Ple-ase… ow-ieee… I’ll be… good… owch”
