by Abbie Adams
I hid. No, not really. I just stayed out of sight. I wanted so badly for him to miss me and call me to him... to seek me out. But at the same time I was afraid for him to see how much I had missed him.
It was during supper that Uncle Jeremy told us he would be home soon. I am sure that is the fastest I ever ate. Not because I was hungry, but because I wanted to get out of dodge. I finished just before he came strolling in from the door off the kitchen. That door led to the garage. I was trying to find the best place to be around but not noticeably so, when he arrived I took off for my room.
I was going crazy in there not knowing what was going on, not being able to see him, when I heard him call out.
“Where are my girls? Come see Daddy.”
I had been kind of pacing but started looking around the room as if I should hide. I don’t know why I was being so silly. It was weird the feelings that came over me. I might have hidden under the bed if Uncle Chris hadn’t poked his head in the door and told me to come out and say hi to Daddy.
I followed him to the front room and sat on the edge of the couch, next to Erin. Caity and Sara took their places across from us and Daddy started talking right away.
“I can’t believe nobody missed me or offered me a hug,” he held out his arms as if he expected us to run right into them. Erin moved to do so and so did the other girls. I wanted to… but I had this horrible weight inside. It was so different after I decided I loved him. I couldn’t pretend anymore! I couldn’t pretend that I had to do it.
I got up and moved toward him slowly. But my cheeks were so warm I am sure they were all red and he had to have known something was up because he didn’t just hug me and let me go like the rest of the girls.
“Why are you being so shy, Baby Girl?”
I felt so small standing between his big knees, his arms held loosely around me. Even with him sitting I was just at eye level with him. When I tried to look away from his penetrating blue gaze he gripped my chin and tilted my face toward him again. “Are you in trouble?”
“No… I just want to be left alone.” I pulled my shoulders back trying to appear more certain of myself. His eyes grew less severe and sparkled with laughter as he pulled me close.
“Here I am expecting to come home to some little girl love and all I get are these sour pusses. I think I know how to fix it too…” He started to tickle me, his fingers moved across my sensitive rib cage bringing about a fit of giggles instantly. I couldn’t hold back when tortured so.
“Stop, stop please!” I squirmed in his arms trying to get away but he very effectively had me pinned. He had both of my small hands cupped together in one of his and I was sprawled out on his lap begging for mercy. His free hand was wreaking havoc on every ticklish spot I had, even the ones I didn’t know about like the back of my thigh, at the top, where it meets my bottom.
“I will cease... if you vow to love me forever… and give me a kiss right here…” he tapped his finger to the plain of his cheek.
I didn’t have to think about it. As soon as he released my wrists I sat up on his thigh and leaned forward to place a kiss exactly where he had directed.
“Good girl, now I shouldn’t have to force kisses and hugs out of you in the future… or any of you.” He looked up at the other girls. “I have a couple things to do while you get your baths done, but when you are done I have a surprise for all of you.” He pressed a kiss to my temple before pushing me toward the girls and heading to his office.
Erin and I started talking at the same time wondering what the surprise could be. We hurried to the bathroom anxious to get it over with and find out what he was talking about. It is odd that slowly I had started to get used to being bathed by the men. And most of the time I was bathed at the same time as Erin. Only a few times, it had been one of the other two. How had I so quickly grown used to being bathed with another girl and by a man?
And yet most of the time I even found it relaxing to be washed, to have my hair washed. I was used to being naked now even though we had been allowed dresses for a few days. The worst part of bathing was that one day when right before my bath, Uncle Tommy put me on the table in the bathroom. He made me lay down so I knew I wasn’t going to like whatever it was no matter what.
I started to protest—no to beg—I knew by now that fighting would get me nowhere. So, I probably sounded like a fool. Evidently, begging will get you nowhere here either. Uncle Tommy rolled me to the side so fast I thought I was going to fall off of the table and he swatted my butt three times. Smack, smack, smack.
“You are not going anywhere until I am done so stay still and be a good girl. You don’t want to get a real spanking first, do you?” I was flat on my back again before I knew it. He was standing over me with his dark dangerous eyes narrowed on me.
“No… I… be… good.” I wanted to curl up with my pillow and hide. Somehow my thumb found its way into my mouth. I tried to talk around it, “Wha’ re you gōn do?”
“I am just going to shave you. It won’t hurt at all. If you sit still I will get done faster.”
He lifted my hips and put a towel under my bottom. I whimpered as he picked my feet up, bent my knees and set my feet down again closer to my booty. Then he pressed my knees open to the sides so that my coochie was wide open. “Relax your legs apart, Livvy.”
“I dōn wanna…” I cried, pulling my arm up across my eyes. He laid a warm washcloth on my private and walked away. When he came back and removed it a minute or so later I asked him why he had to shave me when we had the laser thing done. He explained that we were going to have to have more of the treatments before it would work completely. And, that we had to wait a couple weeks in between the treatments. I didn’t know which idea is worse, being shaved every couple days, or having more of the laser treatments.
But anyway, back to the day Daddy came home. It was a normal bath day and Erin and I were washed up really fast. She had her hair brushed and we both had beautiful princess night gowns that had a ruffle at our ankles. I loved them. I loved feeling so pretty. Of course my hair was never able to be brushed right quick in the bathroom like the other girls. I was sent to the family room as usual and somebody came to sit in there with me and brush it because it took so long.
It seemed like forever that we had to wait while the other girls had their baths and Daddy was doing whatever it was. Erin and I tried to be patient and color. I wanted to know what the surprise was so much so, that I was almost ill.
“Where is everyone? Are they still in the bath?” Daddy finally appeared in the family room. He must’ve taken a shower too. He had changed into black silky shorts and a white t-shirt and his hair was damp and tousled wildly about his head.
Erin and I had both jumped up and gone to him, when Caity came running down the hall. “Nu-uh. We’re coming now!”
“Ok come on,” he led us back down the hall where Sara joined us.
We were all squealing and begging him to tell us and were all the way to the dining room when he finally did, but by then we could have guessed for ourselves. Uncle Jeremy had already begun to prepare according to Daddy plans. There were ice cream bowls at each of our places.
“I just couldn’t wait to get home and have ice cream and cuddle with some little girls and watch a movie.”
I do not have any reason to explain what happened. Perhaps it was that my stomach was all twisty, because I really like ice cream and I should have been happy at a chance to snuggle… But a burst of rotten words poured from my lips without thought or filter.
“That’s it? I wanted a surprise. I thought you had a surprise,” I think I crossed my arms over my chest and maybe even stuck out my pouty lip.
Daddy’s Happy-to-be-Home-Face slid right off. It was replaced by Stern-Meanie-Face.
“Alivia Rose, go find a corner right now.” He pointed into the front room.
I was so mad! At myself for messing up, at him for not realizing I had just made a stupid mistake, and at the other girls for seeing me make
that stupid mistake. I took off running, but I didn’t go to the front room for a corner. I was going to my room, to my bed, but somehow I passed it… so I ended up on the stairs, on my landing- sort of in a corner. Looking outside, crying and trying to figure out how I had been so stupid.
I liked ice cream, really I did! But, somehow I had expected something different. I wasn’t trying to be unthankful or bratty. I didn’t want to make Daddy mad. I wanted to watch a movie with him! I really didn’t want him to be upset with me. Now, I just wanted to go find someplace to hide or run away.
I was contemplating my options, which were very slim when I heard him on the stairs behind me. I hurriedly sat down in the corner and tucked myself into a ball so he couldn’t see me. I didn’t want to talk to him. What I wanted didn’t seem to matter. He pulled me up by my forearm, and stood me in front of him as he sat down on the steps the same way he had the last time he came to my little landing.
“In the future, when I say to go to the corner, I mean where I can see you, understand?” he pulled my thumb out of my mouth and pulled my chin toward him.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
“What do you have to say for yourself, Alivia?” His tanned face turned just the slightest bit. His eyes were hard and weary and I knew he was disappointed in me.
A fresh wave of guilt tore through me and burst out in a flood of tears and excuses. “It was just stupid! I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking, I like ice cream… I just thought it was going to be something else. I don’t know what. Please don’t be mad at me.”
“I am not mad, Alivia Rose, I am disappointed. I thought it would make you girls happy. So, even though I was tired, I made an extra stop on my way home to pick up the ice cream. You acted like a brat.”
My chin dropped to my chest, tears falling like rain off a tin roof in the spring thaw. “I know. I’m so sor-ry.”
“I am glad that you are sorry.” He caught my hand and pulled me forward, and for an instant I thought he was going to hug me….
Until I felt his muscled thighs under my belly. “That means you understand why you are getting this spanking.”
My silky nightgown was scooted up my back and over my bottom, as if it would have provided and protection. I had just put my hands down on the stairs to brace myself when the first clap of his huge hand landed on the middle of my bottom with a terrible splat.
“Owch!” I couldn’t help but cry out. I never can help it.
I don’t know if he left his ice cream and was in a hurry to get back to it or what, but he was laying into me fast and furious and he hadn’t even seemed that mad. I was thrashing and sobbing from the beginning.
“I didn’t mean it… I’m sor-ry!”
“You will have to learn what is appropriate and what is not. There will be no more pouting and throwing fits.”
Each word seemed to be punctuated with a strategically placed smack. It seemed like a long time but I am sure it was over relatively quickly. It was probably one of the shortest spankings I have received yet. Well, if you don’t count the spanks I got from Uncle Chris, before the twenty I got from the belt for the bit with Sara, but the belt was a lot more severe. I still had marks on my bottom from it.
Anyway, Daddy stood me right up after. I danced and hopped from foot to foot rubbing my bottom. I am sure that I smelled smoke. My butt was on fire. I could hardly concentrate on all that he was saying.
“Because I think you were truly sorry, I am not going to make you go to bed now and miss the movie. But you are going to miss out on the ice cream. You are going to go downstairs and put your nose in the corner behind my chair in the dining room until everyone is done with their ice cream, then you may get out and go in the family room. Next time you throw a fit like this you will get a spanking and miss everything that is planned. Now let’s go.”
“C-can I-I - just go to bed p-please?” I didn’t want to see the other girls again that day.
Daddy was looking down at me oddly as he held my hand down the stairs and then in the hall. Finally he shook his head and told me, “No.” He stopped in the bathroom on the way to the dining room and ran a warm washcloth over my face.
“Ple-ase, I jus wan go bed.” Somehow my thumb was in my mouth again.
“No, you are going to wait in the corner. Then you are going to watch a movie with me. Now scoot.” He swatted my butt, it wasn’t hard but I shot into motion. I think the girls were mostly done. I wasn’t in the corner for long.
“Livvy, go sit on the sofa in the family room.”
I didn’t have to be told again. I hurried there and got comfortable on the one end, curled on my side. I didn’t want to watch the movie with them. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to go to bed. I was so mad at myself, so mad at everyone else. Why did everything have to be so confusing?
“Why are you sucking your thumb? That is so gross. Besides, they want little girls not babies.” Caity sat down across from me on the other end of the corner sofa and started talking to me, dragging me away from my own thoughts. I hadn’t even realized I was doing it again. I pulled the unwanted appendage from my lips and shoved my fists between my thighs. Dang it.
“I don’t know. It just happens. Leave me alone.” I curled my head down to my knees to block her out.
“I was just asking, so chill.”
Uncle Tommy came in right after that. He sat down next to me and pulled me over to sit on his lap. I should have known it was my hair, but I had forgotten that it hadn’t been brushed out yet. He started in and I wanted to be good, I really did. I didn’t cover my head or pull away. I just cringed and cried, but I wasn’t loud… I just couldn’t stop the tears from falling.
“Alivia, what are you doing?” Daddy had just come in the room. I heard him talking but I hadn’t turned my head or looked at him until then. I wasn’t doing anything. I was getting my hair ripped out, again- The story of my life.
“N-nothing…”
“Why are you crying? Come here, I’ll do it Tommy.” He sat down in the huge recliner and held his hand out to me. “Come here.”
Why couldn’t I just disappear somewhere like I wanted? I went slowly to him wiping my eyes on the shoulder of my nightgown on the way. The arm he held out to me snaked around my hip to curl around me and pull me into his arms, onto his lap. “Why are you still crying?”
“I just wanna go to bed.” I hid my face in his chest.
“No, you are staying here. Why do you want to go to bed?”
“Because everyone is mad at me… I was bad… I don’t… wanna watch movie.”
Daddy pulled my thumb out of my mouth again, when had it gotten there? “Nobody is mad at you. You did a naughty thing, you said sorry, you got your spanking and it is done. It is over. You are forgiven.” He kissed my temple. “It’s done, ok? You are a good girl now.” He rubbed my arms and kissed my forehead. He tipped my chin back. “Do you hear me? It’s over.” He tried to run his fingers through my hair but grimaced when they got caught in the tangles. “We still need to take care of this bird’s nest don’t we?”
“No!” I started to get upset again after just starting to feel better. “It hurts… please don’t.”
Daddy kissed me on the nose and turned me around on his lap so he could see the back of my head. He called to Caity to bring the brush that Uncle Tommy had left there. He started out at the bottom slowly. I was pretty sure I was going to die. My head had been screaming earlier when Uncle Tommy had been brushing it.
The movie was finally started. And surprisingly I was almost lulled to sleep by the soft motion of Daddy brushing my hair. He had to keep sitting me back up straight as I started to get tired and lean to the side. When he was done I couldn’t believe it. I combed my fingers through thinking he must surely have left all the snarls underneath. But, I couldn’t find any.
“Thank you Daddy!” I dove at him and threw my arms around his neck squeezing him. I don’t think he realized how hard it was for everyone else, including myself, to brush
my hair. “Please don’t let them do it anymore! They hurt me.” I put one hand on each of his cheeks and stared him in the eyes. “Please promise me you will do it. Brush my hair every day.”
“If I am not busy, I will. You can come see if I am, but if I can’t do it you have to let someone else. No pouting or tantrums. Understood?” His left eyebrow rose making me squirm.
“But, you will do it for me every single time you can, morning and night?”
He started laughing at me and pulled my hands from his face, one of his hands snuck to my side where it danced over my ribs causing me to giggle against my will. “Why don’t you go ask Uncle Tommy for a rubber band and I will braid it so it won’t be hard to brush in the morning.”
I hurried off to do as he asked feeling much more hopeful than I had a short while before. Once I had my braid in place Daddy sat back and pulled me to sit curled up against his side. I know we were watching The Little Rascals but I was not really paying any attention to it.
Even with my backside still too warm for my comfort I was happier than I had been in a very long time. My thoughts drifted to Wes. I wondered how he was doing. I bet he loved dorm life. I didn’t doubt that he would excel at all of his classes. I wondered when I would get to make contact with my family. The contract said it was possible around eight to twelve weeks in, but would be completely up to Daddy depending on my present emotional state at the time. That was a long way away. I hadn’t even been here but a week and a half! I would have to actually count the days to be sure…
Surprisingly, I didn’t worry about my mom. It would be nice to see her but, we had never been super close. She had always been too busy working to really get to know Wes or me. The time she did get off she spent with her boyfriends. Thankfully, she never really brought them home. I guess I did miss her. But it was Wes that I would really like to see. It was him I fell asleep thinking of.
Chapter 9
It was that next morning that we were allowed into the playroom. Sara was not allowed, but, I do not know exactly why. I know I woke up some time in the night to her sniffling, and when we were allowed into the room they said she couldn’t come because of the trouble she got into the night before. I don’t know what she could have done in the middle of the night, but I would give anything to know.
