A Little Training

by Abbie Adams

  “Yes, don’t you?” she cocked her head to the side in disbelief.

  “I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it. I guess I just do what I have to, to get by.”

  “Why are you here? Why were you dancing?” Ellie slowed her swing to a stop too. Her face was etched in confusion and something else… perhaps distaste.

  “I didn’t really know… I mean… I mean I knew what I was signing, the contract and all, but I didn’t really understand. That doesn’t make sense, I know. This is all so confusing to me. I am here because I signed the contract. The same as the other girls. It never occurred to me that there are women who actually like this, err, and want it. It never occurred to me that I might like it…. What do you like about it?”

  Ellie was quiet for a few minutes. I didn’t know if she was going to answer me. I wondered if she wasn’t going to like me anymore. Finally, she started to talk. She started to swing again and to talk.

  “I like not being in control… Not having to make decisions. I like feeling small and feminine. I love the power exchange, the dynamic. That nothing I do will stop him from doing whatever he wants and he knows and I know it. I love knowing that he loves me enough to care for every single need I have, no matter how big or small.”

  I started twisting the seat of my swing. I wound it as tight as it would go. When I couldn’t get the chain any tighter I leaned back and let go. It spun and spun around and around as it unraveled. It was disorienting. But, then again so was that conversation. I was done with it. I needed time to ponder it on my own. She must have understood that because she added one last thing and then let it go.

  “Alivia, it is ok if you start to like it too. In fact, it will make things easier on you if you accept your natural tendencies to be cared for.”

  I spun and spun with my eyes closed. I only opened them again when my swing stopped and I heard another voice.

  “OK enough is enough, get off and lemme have a turn.” Sara’s voice was easy enough to recognize even if I hadn’t opened my eyes to confirm.

  “I thought witches used brooms to fly, not swings.” I don’t know why I had to pick at her. There was just something about her.

  She jumped at me shoving at the chains, jarring me. “You would know all about fairytales, wouldn’t you princess?”

  I jumped up off the swing afraid she was going to hit me and shoved her back. “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “Stop it, you two.” Ellie came between us, thankfully taller and stronger, maybe even smarter, and separated us. “You need to learn to get along. Who started this? Why don’t you like each other?

  “She is a bitch… a snob…a little- I can’t do any wrong… I bet she was always the teacher’s pet too,” Sara was waving her hips and her shoulders in opposite directions as she spoke.

  I wanted to punch her. She was just awful. I was so mad I started to cry. I turned around and stomped away. I couldn’t let her see the tears. I don’t know why every time I get mad like that I cry. I spotted Erin coming out of the house as I hurried away through the garden to a bench swing in the midst of a patch of lilies. I had just plopped down on the cushioned swing when Ellie came around the path behind me. I was so upset that I hadn’t even realized that she followed me. I just wanted to be alone. And it looked as if Erin was headed our way too.

  “Go away. I need to be alone.”

  “Are you all right? Really?” she came and sat down next to me uninvited and unwanted.

  “No, you saw her, she attacked me.”

  She started laughing. “Poor you, huh?” she pushed at my leg. “You had nothing to do with that, right? You didn’t provoke her…”

  “No, I didn’t. You were there the whole time. What is the matter with you? Why didn’t you follow her, if you wanted to be her friend?” I had finally been let free in the back yard… well as free as could be with those eight foot fences and I was going to be terrorized by Sara… and now Ellie… what was this?

  “Oh, right, my mistake. I am sure her ‘exam’ was very pleasant and then she comes out here and you start out with the witch and broom comment.”

  “You know what? I’ve had enough of this too.”

  Erin had just made it into the opening of the path. I ran to her and took her hand and turned her to take her with me. “Why don’t you go buddy up to Sara, I am sure she’ll appreciate your sympathy.”

  “What is the matter?” Erin asked me as soon as we were out of the earshot of Ellie.

  “Sara shoved me and called me names, and she is defending her.” I pulled her toward the grassy area I could see farther beyond the garden. “I can’t take any more of them.”

  When we reached the lush green grass I flung myself out backwards and stared up at the puffy clouds floating lazily across the blue sky. Erin sat down beside to me.

  “What did you have to do?” I was curious. I couldn’t help it. I heard her exhale and I felt bad for asking. “You don’t have to answer. I’m sorry for being nosy.” I sat up and picked a handful of grass.

  “It’s ok,” she said. “It was like a pap smear. It just hurt more. But, it was nice to know that it was to make sure we weren’t hurt from yesterday. I guess the medicine is used a lot in Europe but new here in the U.S.”

  I was a little confused, but, didn’t want to seem stupidly naïve. “Did you have sex yesterday, Erin?”

  She was looking down at these tiny white flowers that were growing in the grass. If I hadn’t been staring at her I might have missed the slight nod of her head.

  “With who? I didn’t see, I ran in the bedroom.”

  “Daddy.” Her face was really red.

  It was surprising, the rush of jealously that shot through me. As if I had any right to dictate who he did anything with. And yet, I also felt disappointed. Why didn’t he finish with me? I was thankful he didn’t send me to one of the Uncles, but… was he thinking of keeping sweet little Erin as his own?

  I didn’t mean to but it slipped out before I could pull the words back in. “Why didn’t he finish me? Was it your first time Erin?”

  “No, but I overheard him say he wasn’t sure what he was going to do with you… because you were pure. He said it could make you worth more.”

  I threw the small handful of grass I had been picking into the air. “Was it awful?”

  Erin still didn’t look at me. She seemed to give it a lot of thought and before she could answer we were called in for lunch. I didn’t want to go back in the house. I didn’t know when we would be allowed out again. We walked as slow as we dared and finally halfway back Erin answered.

  “It was bad, but Daddy didn’t seem to be as rough as the Uncles were. He didn’t give me pleasure like you. I think you were the only one because you are a virgin. Maybe he didn’t want you to be terrified all together? I don’t know.”

  “Hurry up! We are only waiting on you two,” Uncle Matt came to the door and hustled us in to have our hands and faces washed.

  Later, I was cuddled up with my heart shaped pillow thinking about the conversations I’d had. It was nap time and we were not allowed to talk amongst ourselves. I had my nose buried under my covers. And of course the covers right up around my ears. I was tucked in snug and comfy just the way I liked. So, I almost missed it… the hiss directed toward me.

  “Spsst… Livvy…”

  I looked up quickly to see where it came from. Caity was in the bed directly across from mine and Sara was across from Erin’s, Erin’s on the same side as mine. It took a minute to draw attention to herself, because she wasn’t sitting up or anything. But, Sara’s eyes were open and when my eyes found hers she started to whisper.

  “About today… I just wanted to say I was wrong about what I said about you.”

  “Really?” I couldn’t believe it, and I started to feel really bad… until she went on.

  “Yes, I called you a princess… teacher’s pet… I should’ve said royal fucking highness.”

  “You stupid Bitch! I hate you!” I w
as out of the bed and on her in a flash. I don’t know what I was doing I have never been a fighter. She brought out the worst in me.

  But she didn’t lay there and take it, she was up fast too. Honestly neither of us got to do more than push each other and pull some hair because Uncle Tommy was right there almost as soon as we got to each other.

  We were pulled apart and lectured on our way out of the room. In the hall, Uncle Chris and Matt were right there. Uncle Matt pulled me away from Uncle Tommy and followed his lead. Uncle Tommy was smacking Sara’s rear, scolding her about language, friendship and naptime, all the while heading toward the office.

  It was spanking in stereo. My butt was screaming as Uncle Matt laid it open to the timing of Uncle Tommy’s lecture. He had my left arm in his steely grip marching right alongside of me spanking with each step. I was on tip-toes, back arched as far forward as I could, trying to get out of his reach. But, it was no use. And finally, we were in Daddy’s office in the presence of him and Dr. Ross.

  Daddy sat behind his big desk and the doctor across from him.

  “What is going on?” Daddy demanded.

  Thankfully the spanking stopped and we were allowed to stand. I sniffled as Uncle Matt positioned me next to Sara and left the room.

  “Sara, would you like to tell us what was going on?” Uncle Tommy asked.

  Sara’s face scrunched up into an exaggerated pout, “I don’t know, I was just going to sleep and-”

  “No!” I yelled, but at the same time Uncle Tommy started smacking her butt again hard.

  “I’m not talking to you yet, Alivia.” He pointed at me and looked back down to her, “You want to try again or should I take off my belt first?”

  She reached back and held onto her bottom as if that would really stop him. “I whispered… I teased her first…” she started bawling. She and I both knew Daddy was going to be really upset with her.

  “Now it is your turn Alivia.” Uncle Tommy prompted me and I looked up at him in surprise. She had just admitted her fault.

  “I… she just told you what she did,” I started to get worried then. I realized the spanking I had gotten from Uncle Matt was just the beginning.

  “I want you to tell Daddy what happened after that Alivia.”

  “I, uh, she… I was mad. I didn’t think. I called her a bad word and started to fight with her.” I couldn’t look anywhere but the floor. I didn’t want to see anyone or their opinion of me and my actions. I was so upset at myself for letting her provoke me.

  “What am I going to do with you girls?” I didn’t have to look up. I could feel the weight of his disappointment in Daddy’s words.

  “Send her away!” I muttered.

  “Should I send you away, Livvy?” Daddy asked softly.

  “No.” I pouted feeling my bottom lip push its way out against my wishes.

  “Nobody will be sent away. But, we will find a solution to this problem. Sara, go lay over the arm of the loveseat, bottom high in the air.”

  Sara lifted her eyes to mine and turned to do his bidding. She moved slowly. We both seemed to sense Daddy’s amiable mood. He let her take her time and when she was in place he stood and unbuckled his belt pulling it from its loops slowly, drawing out the seconds as long as seemingly possible. When it was finally free he walked over to me… and handed me the belt.

  “Go spank her.”

  I had barely gripped it when he put it in my hands so it felt to the floor at the same time both she and I gasped. “No!”

  “Yes. Pick it up, now- and go spank her.” His voice was low and firm.

  Big fat tears quickly clouded my vision and I bent over trying to see the belt where it had fallen. I felt it, grasped it loosely in my hand and walked over to stand behind her. I was shaking and couldn’t see. I wiped my eyes. It didn’t do a lot of good. She was right where he had told her, draped over the arm of the couch her butt was already a good shade red from Uncle Tommy, and she was sobbing.

  I wiped my eyes again and I could see everything she had. Our pretty dresses had been removed at nap time, so we were both naked once again.

  I folded the belt the way I knew it had to be and I stood to the side. I could do this.

  And then, I knew Daddy was going to make her do the same to me. He was smart. This was awful. I would never ever fight with her again no matter what. I raised my arm….

  And then dropped the belt on the floor, sobbing. I couldn’t do it. “I can’t Daddy… ple-ase.”

  “Fine. Stand up, Sara…. Lay down over the side, Alivia… Good girl, Sara.” He congratulated her when she picked the belt up. “I guess you know what to do. Spank her.”

  Thuwap! I was shocked to feel the belt crack down so fast. I screamed out because I was caught off guard. I clamped down determined not to make another noise. Two more excruciating slices came down with a wail and then again the belt was thrown on the floor. I jumped up fast hands to my bottom rubbing the welts already rising on my behind.

  “That’s it?” Daddy snorted and Dr. Ross laughed without reserve.

  “I can’t do it either,” she hung her head down like she was embarrassed.

  I wanted to gloat but didn’t dare.

  “But you want each other spanked?”

  “Yes!”

  “Yes.”

  “But, not enough to do it yourselves,” he said, shuffling stuff around on his desk. After a moment he came to each of us with a scrap of paper and a pen. “Write your name on the paper and the number of swats and I will do it.” He sat back down as if the weight of the world were on his shoulders.

  I thought about it for a moment and wrote a number. I folded it in half and gave it back to him. After Sara had done the same he opened both of them and grinned. He passed the papers across the desk to the doctor. A grin spread across his face as well.

  Daddy stood up and walked over to the couch. He bent down and picked up the belt. “Come on Sara, you first, back over the arm.”

  Sara took a deep breath and looked at me very briefly. Her head went up a notch and she went to him. Once she was bent over he took a moment to open her legs a bit with his foot, the purpose I don’t know and then he lifted her bottom and patted it.

  That was it. He raised his arm and brought it down with and awful crack. But it didn’t stop, it moved very quickly back to the air and back down again.

  Sara was howling by the tenth stroke and I was glad I had only written twenty. However, when he got to twenty-three I called out to him thinking he had miscounted or forgotten what he was doing.

  It took him even a couple more to stop after I started calling him.

  “Daddy, Daddy- Stop. Stop, that is too many. I said twenty!”

  “What do you mean? I know you wrote twenty…” he looked at me as if I were nuts.

  “But you are at like twenty-five!”

  “I know, sweetie. Sara wrote one hundred. She has seventy-five more to go.”

  “But I thought-” I looked at the floor and shook my head. The doctor was laughing and Sara was crying out that she meant for me as well. I finally looked at him again and it sunk in. Sara had written one hundred for me. Daddy winked at me and took his stand behind Sara again. Although now he didn’t just swing the belt he lectured her about her vindictiveness in between strokes.

  I still didn’t want her to have that much of a spanking. I didn’t want to hear her cry like that. But maybe Daddy would get through to her this way.

  It was awful just standing there. I wanted to run away but I didn’t want to get in trouble either. I raised my hands to my ears. But, it did nothing to drown out her sobbing, that belt slapping or Daddy’s lecturing. When it was finally over Daddy directed her to stand in almost the same place as I had been. And he motioned for me to get in position.

  I gripped my hands together under my belly. I was willing myself not to fight it… not scream… it would be over with fast… I could do it.

  Until the first one landed… “Aiyeee!”

  …and
then the next and each after. I cried and thrashed. Daddy had his free hand on my lower back and it steady pushed down harder, holding me in place.

  “You girls will learn to get along. There is no reason for this to continue. If I have to keep resolving your issues you two will not like it.”

  When he finally stopped I was a trembling mess. I didn’t want to get up. It felt like my butt was bleeding but I knew from seeing Sara get the same belt that it probably wasn’t. Daddy lifted me up and sat down on the loveseat. He pulled me onto his lap for a hug and patted his other thigh for Sara. She was hesitant to come to him, but did. He held us there together for a little while reminding us that he wanted us to both be good girls. He petted us and rubbed our backs. He made us promise to start trying to get along. Then he took both of our hands and took us back to our rooms and tucked us in.

  It was a hard lesson learned, but I am sure I will never ever let her trip me up again. And hopefully she will have learned her lesson a well.

  Now, in light of that whole situation, I have a bigger problem. I think I am truly in love with Daddy.

  Chapter 8

  The next couple days both took forever to end and flew by at the same time. There was nothing very exciting that transpired enough that I should have to record it here. I was miserably bored.

  Well, that is not the way I should describe it. I guess we just fell into a pattern, a schedule. Except that Daddy had to leave town for a couple days on a business trip. I don’t know why I am so drawn to him. The house just wasn’t the same without him.

  Oh, the Uncles let us play in the pool and outside. We got to wear some of the other new dresses and just be little girls. But without Daddy here there wasn’t a chance of catching his eye. That silly wink he gives me, or of being hugged by him… I was very gloomy.

  So, when he came home three days later, I responded like any normal girl would.