by Abbie Adams
I was willing to agree to anything by the time he was done grilling my bottom. When he finally stopped, he didn’t gather me up in his arms. He just stopped swatting and let my hands fall to my sides.
“No more nonsense, little girl, or I will start right back where I left off.”
I lay there limp, miserable and ready to die. I forgot all about the doctor for the briefest second, until my hips were raised so that my knees were under me on the table.
I tried to lift my torso and turn around but my back was pressed down so that my head was left flat on the table my bottom raised vulgarly. I started to protest and Daddy swatted my thigh wickedly. I screamed out but no one cared.
Shame burned through me worse than the awful spankings. I squeezed my eyes shut. I could hear them. Daddy had moved to the end of the table by my bottom. I knew that they could see everything I had. This was that one part of the contract I hadn’t understood. Now, it started to become clear.
I felt a hand on my bottom and flinched. But it didn’t strike me, it just rested there, high more like my lower back. It was somewhat comforting and I focused on it.
I heard their voices but dwelled really hard on tuning them out. There was a cold wet touch as someone rubbed around my bottom hole. I started to cry and tried to squirm away. I squeezed tightly trying to keep them out but they until I relaxed again pushed a finger in a little bit anyway. It was truly dreadful but not the worst of what was to come. The fingertip was removed and some type of device was inserted.
I tried to rock or thrust or push it out but they smacked my butt again right where it was sore.
“Livvy, honey, we won’t be done until you stop fighting and listen.” The hand on my bottom traveled up my back, Daddy was talking to me.
“Take it out! Please take it out…”
“They will take it out after they put the medicine in your tummy. You need to calm down and let them do the medicine. Then you can get it out. Are you ready?” he pushed strands of hair off of my forehead and kissed my brow.
“No, no, no,” I begged.
“Yes. Just relax,” he said as he ran his fingers loosely over my back, caressing me. “Ok, it’s going to start.”
At first I didn’t know what he was talking about and then I felt the oddest feeling in my belly… a bubbly, cramping feeling. “No, no it hurts- stop. I don’t want it… please!”
“A couple minutes sweetie. In a couple minutes Daddy will take you in the bathroom and help you to the potty. Then we will take it out.”
I wanted it out. That was all I heard.
I was not prepared for Daddy setting me on the potty, reaching between my legs and pulling the tube thing out. It was terrible! All of that stuff coming out, and he was right there. I pushed him away and I cried and cried. I was so humiliated. But, he wouldn’t leave. He said that daddies had to take care of their little girls. And he did. He cleaned me up and he moved me to the bath tub and gave me a bath.
I was too worn out to care that I was being bathed again. It was actually comforting. It was Daddy this time. If only it were always him. The lavender baby wash and the warm water made me drowsy. Either that or just going through the whole ordeal, but I was so sleepy that I could hardly keep my eyes open. I think I had cried everything I had to cry. I never ever wanted to go through that again.
After Daddy toweled me off he carried me out to the front room and held me in his arms in the chair. I think the doctor was still talking to Uncle Tommy for a little while. When Daddy had carried me through I think they were taking Caity to the exam room. That poor girl was in for the same thing. Were all the girls? I don’t know because I must have fallen asleep in Daddy arms.
I woke up on my tummy in my soft cozy pink bed. The girls were in their beds and it was light outside the window. I didn’t want to be awake. I didn’t want my bottom to ache the way it did. I didn’t want to remember what they had put in my bottom and how it had all come out. I tried not to think, to just go back to sleep.
But then I slowly realized what must have woken me. Someone was being spanked. I knew that sound by now. A girl was crying out but all the girls were in their beds.
I scooted to the edge of the bed trying not to sit on my sore bottom. I crept quietly out of the room.
As I got closer it was altogether different. It was a different girl—Ellie. They were still there. There was a different sound. I couldn’t see it at first, where the sound was coming from I mean. Then I moved a bit farther down the hall, I was hiding at the end, peeking from around the corner. I saw that the Doctor was spanking his little girl, Ellie, with a wooden paddle.
That odd sound was not the normal fleshy slap but a hard thud from the wood and each one would bring a new cry and babble from Ellie.
What had she done to deserve a spanking while she was here? The other girls had all been in bed.
“What are you doing Alivia? Hiding…” Uncle Jeremy came up behind me in the hall and scared me to death. I hadn’t heard him come up behind me. “If you want to watch you could just go sit on the sofa.” He reached down and took my hand. When I resisted him, he went on, “I’m just teasing. Come have a snack. You didn’t eat any breakfast or lunch.”
My stomach was a bit hungry and gurgled just then in case I wasn’t aware of its state. I followed him slowly, head down. I didn’t want to look at the scene going on in the front room open to us as we walked right beside. As I passed behind the long couch and came to the end Daddy beckoned me from his chair.
“Livvy, you are awake? Come here, Baby.” He held out his arm to me. It was with mixed feelings that I released Uncle Jeremy’s hand and went to Daddy. As soon as I was in his arms reach he curled his arms around me enveloping me in his hold and tugging me onto his lap.
I wanted to be there. But, I was overwhelmed again with tears. It was so confusing. I was still so humiliated…
“You are having a bad day aren’t you, Baby Girl?” Daddy started to caress my hair, combing it with his fingers. “It will be better now.”
I kept my face buried in his shirt. And even though one ear was pressed to his shoulder and he was pressing his face to my cheek talking in the other. There was still a spanking going on in the background. I half wanted to turn and look and I half wanted to bury my head in the chair behind Daddy to block it out. It sounded as if it were drawing to an end.
“Trace, she hasn’t eaten yet. I’ve got a snack for her,” Uncle Jeremy came back for me.
“Oh, you better go eat, Baby.” Daddy slid me to the floor.
I went towards the kitchen with one last glance toward the pink upturned bottom. The paddle was not in use anymore. It seemed the doctor had softened up and was using his palm. He was asking her direct questions concerning respect as I ran off.
Uncle Jeremy had cut up some apples had peanut butter to dip them in- and lo and behold there was a small glass of chocolate milk next to them. Mmmmm.
I sat there eating and day dreaming a bit I suppose. I didn’t want to think about the awful scene that had taken place that day, but aside from that… could I be happy here?
I wondered if there were no other little girls, if I were the only one… I mean if I was Daddy’s only little girl, would things be a little different? Was it just hopeful thinking or was it like he spent extra time with me? Perhaps I didn’t see the extra time he spent with each of the other girls.
I must be crazy because after what had happened to me that day I should have been thinking of how to escape, or if there had been any loopholes in the contract. I don’t think it even crossed my mind. Oddly enough I just accepted it as the way it was. I was not happy about it. But ultimately, I had agreed to it. I needed the money for Wes’ college. I needed to focus on not having to go through that again. And I needed to try not to get into any trouble. I needed to try to get Daddy to like me the best. Then he might decide to keep me.
It would be awful to get used to the way things were done here and go to a different Daddy, one who could be complete
ly different in the way he did things. At least this one seemed to try to be fair, and loving.
“You can get down if you are done you don’t have to stay there.” I didn’t hear Uncle Jeremy come back in the room. He had wandered away after giving me my snack. “Are you still hungry? Do you need help getting down?”
He helped me get down off the barstool and I headed off not knowing where. Passing by the front room Daddy and the doctor were gone but the little girl sat on one end of the couch sniffling. I didn’t know if she would want me to be around her but I went and slowly sat beside her.
“Are you ok?” I whispered. I didn’t know if I was allowed to talk to her.
She just nodded, she kept her head down but I saw her peering at me from the side. She had her head tilted resting on the arm of the couch.
“Are you still in trouble? Can I talk to you?”
“Daddy said to sit here until you girls were awake from your naps.” She sat up but winced as the upright motion put her bottom in more full contact with the seat of the couch.
“Come on then,” I said, sliding down and holding my hand to her. “I will show you my favorite place.”
She took my hand and we took off down the hall. Uncle Matt was in the hall with Sara and stopped us briefly to make sure we weren’t supposed to be sitting on the couch. As soon as he let us pass I took her to the stairs. I don’t know why I thought she would like to look out the window. I guess I was just assuming she would like the chance to stand and look out as opposed to sitting somewhere.
I didn’t wait to see what she thought of my special place. I was dying to know. “How did you get to be a little girl? Were you in a place like this?”
She seemed a bit surprised by my question and maybe even hesitant to answer but she finally did respond. “He is my husband.” Her mouth turned up in a bit of smirk as if she was going to laugh at my surprise but she held back her laughter and went on to explain- “We started as D/s and gravitated to age-play but we don’t do it all the time. We can’t, I wish we could do it all the time like this but….”
“What do you mean age-play? What is that? Or what is D’s? I’m really confused now.”
“This is age-play silly. Little girls? Men who like grown up little girls? And D/s is—”
She didn’t get to finish because nosy Sara came and interrupted us. “What are you two doing? Why are you standing up here?”
“Duh, we were talking. What do you want?”
“Daddy sent me to get her, they are leaving now.” She huffed and turned around to stomp back down the stairs.
We followed, but I wanted to plague her with questions. I mean I had just gotten started she had left me with more questions than she had answered. She was in a hurry though. Once Sara said they were leaving she shot into motion.
I thought about the little bit she had said for a long time that night. How could she be his wife? How long had they been married? Did they have children? How difficult would it be to not do it all the time? I couldn’t wait to see her again.
Chapter 6
Things didn’t slow down.
I woke up the next morning in better spirits, ready to tackle the day. I was even accepting of the fact I was not going to have any coffee. I didn’t cry a tear or throw a tantrum. I should have earned an award or something of the nature to be sure.
I would have said the day was uneventful. I would still like to say the day was uneventful. I would like to say the day didn’t exist and to scratch it from my memory for many reasons. Perhaps writing about the experience will help me to decide how I really feel about it, because it was actually really—very—oh, it was just so confusing!
It was well after nap time. I was in the family room reading a book I had found when one of the uncles called to us that we were to go the front room. Daddy wanted to talk to all of us. I was a bit surprised, this hadn’t happened before, and I hurried to do as told.
In the living room I sat on the nearest couch to the hallway, next to Erin. Sara sat across from us and Daddy was already in his chair. I followed the sniffling to find Caity in a corner behind Daddy’s chair. Uncle Matt came in and sat on the couch next to Erin.
“Caity, come here.” Daddy commanded sharply startling most of us and Caity shuffled slowly over to him. “Turn around and face them.”
I could see her bottom was reddish purple and looked like she had been spanked hard, for a long time. I don’t know what she had done but it looked as if Daddy was prepared to make an example out of her. When she turned around her face was red and puffy too, but she kept her head down.
“Now, I didn’t plan to bring attention to, or should I say, work on this so soon but I think in light of Caity’s actions today we are going to have a training session today.” He looked around the room at each of us, staring into our eyes.
I don’t know about the other girls but I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. After forever of silence he finally spoke again. “Caity, tell them what you did today.”
Caity started crying harder. She had her back to daddy but she tried to turn and it sounded like she said something like, “Please- I can’t…”
But Daddy just barked, “Now!”
“I… um… tried to flirt… with Uncle Matt,” she mumbled between sniffs. She shook all over from crying so hard.
“Caity…” it was a low tone but sounded very stern like a warning. “One—”
Daddy’s voice got louder until she started to talk.
Erin was shaking next to me and reached out to hold my hand.
“I was trying to manipulate him. I offered him a blow-job… err sex…whichever,” she sobbed all the way through her confession.
I couldn’t believe somebody would think of that. Perhaps because I had never done it, it never came to me. Did she think she could bribe him? Well, it seemed like that idea got nipped really quickly. Yeah. It was actually over before she ever knew it.
Daddy stood up next to her and laid a hand on her shoulder. I don’t think he was meaning to comfort her either. It was more of… I don’t know, as if to say “In light of Caity….”
“As you can see, this is absolutely unacceptable. Daddies will always control the sexual side of things. A little girl is never to act brazenly or offer anything.” He looked around the room at each of us again. He tapped Caity and nudged her, directing her to sit down, then he continued.
“A little girl will not enjoy the act unless her Daddy decides to give her pleasure. In fact, it will most likely be very uncomfortable for you.”
Sara giggled behind her hand and drew all of our attention to her.
Daddy didn’t think she was funny and asked her to tell us what it was that she found amusing. I couldn’t believe that she would laugh at time like this when Caity was still crying from the spanking that she had.
“Well, you can spank us… but, I don’t see how you can stop us from enjoying sex.” She dropped her hand from her face but she was all red.
“You are right, Sara. I can’t tell you what to enjoy. But, it seems that the daddies that I am training you girls for, want little girls who… don’t enjoy sex, who quite frankly will struggle and have a hard time accepting them inside of them. Every time.” He grew silent again and glanced at each of us as his words sunk in.
I had read many romance novels, but I still felt rather ignorant in what he was speaking of. “Do you mean we have to pretend we don’t want it every time? Like fight him, like rape? I am confused…” I was trying to wrap my mind around what he was saying and it wasn’t sticking.
“No, it is not going to be an act. I have made it easier, and harder I suppose. During your first medical exam, while each of you was asleep you were given an injection into your vaginal muscles. This injection will make your vagina feel smaller, a very uncomfortable feeling for you, if that makes sense? It will not be so unpleasant for your Daddy. You will not be able to enjoy sex from normal intercourse. You will only receive pleasure when your Daddy decides you may
have pleasure and gives it to you by clitoral stimulation.”
There was a gush of chatter of girl voices. I don’t know what the rest were saying. I don’t even know what I said. I think it was something like, “What does that mean?”
Daddy sat down and let us stew for a few moments before he called Caity to stand up.
“Caity, here is the chance you were asking for, I want you to go over to Uncle Matt and practice on him like he is your Daddy. It is going to be big girl time. Go over to him and do as you offered. What was the first thing you offered Uncle Matt?”
Caity mumbled but her voice was choked in tears and I couldn’t hear. Daddy obviously couldn’t because he made her repeat it.
“A blowjob…”
“Well then go ahead and practice on him, he’s waiting.”
Caity walked toward him and I glanced his way. I had not looked at him until that time. I couldn’t believe it! When I looked at him, he already had his jeans down and his… his… thing was pointed straight up in the air. I looked away again really quick, but then I had to look back. I was sort of curious! I couldn’t believe that this was going to happen right there next to us.
As Caity knelt down in front of Uncle Matt, Daddy started talking again, but he was looking at the rest of us. “Now, you guys are going to get a lot of practice at this too. You will have regular training sessions and will know how to please your Daddy by the time you have one. I didn’t plan to start so soon. I was going to give you time to get used to being little girls first. Anyway, Sara come here, since you want to be a sassy girl you will be next.”
I am sure Erin and I made quite a pair sitting there staring the way we were. She seemed to be in as much in shock as I was. Sara on the other hand strutted toward Daddy, almost haughtily.
“Should I spank your sassy attitude out of you first?” he reached forward and grabbed Sara’s hips pulling her closer to him.
She gasped and called out, “No, no, no.” She must have thought he was going to spank her right then.
