by Abbie Adams
The last couple days had been pretty uneventful, until yesterday that is. I had spent every spare moment writing in this book. I definitely need to find a good place for it to live. I have been pretty much keeping it with me because I am afraid to leave it anywhere. Sara and Caity are just too curious about it now.
If I was smart I would have tried to act like I didn’t care so much about it. But, seriously all I wanted to do was write in it. I wanted to get it up to date. I don’t know why, I guess it is something I can control in this world.
It was mid-morning and I thought the other girls were in the play-room. I was lying on the couch, on my tummy, kicking my feet in the air behind me. I was so engrossed in my book Junie B. Jones, that I didn’t notice Daddy until he was right in front me. And, I didn’t recognize the man with him. He was maybe in his early forties with sandy brown hair and kind eyes. He was a little shorter and a bit stockier than Daddy.
“This is Alivia, Livvy, this is Mr. Stevenson,” he said.
They stopped by the end of the sofa and I sat up. “Hi.” I mouthed the word and looked at Daddy for some kind of explanation.
“Livvy, Mr. Stevenson is hoping to be a Daddy someday soon. He has a bunch of questions for me and he wondered if he could talk to a little girl. I would like you to come with us.” He reached for my hand with one of his and the other came to the small of the back. He guided me off the couch and toward the hall. I realized although he had formed his statement so nicely, I didn’t have much of a choice.
As we went back to Daddy’s office the two men spoke back and forth about different aspects of the house—the girls’ bedrooms and the bathroom. I was started to feel really apprehensive and even began to shake. I don’t know why I was afraid at the time. I could tell Mr. Stevenson was really curious or interested in me or something because even though he was talking to Daddy he kept glancing down toward me.
Just before we made it to the door of Daddy’s office, perhaps as a last chance effort to save myself from the unknown I pulled myself downward, releasing my hand from Daddy’s and sat on the floor. I scooted quickly backwards, crying that I didn’t want to, then flipped over and begun to crawl away on my hands and knees. But, I wasn’t moving anywhere because my knees were just moving on the skirt of my dress.
“Alivia Rose,” Daddy scooped an arm under my waist, lifting me right up, bending me in half over his arm. “What in the world is the matter with you?” Even though his wording was unsure, his hand started cracking down on my posterior with a decided smack, smack, smack. “There is no reason for this behavior.” Smack, smack, smack. Somewhere along the line my dress was tossed up and my most private parts revealed to his hand and the new Daddy.
It was a quick, albeit precise and effective spanking. Daddy stood me right back in front of him and the guest. “Alivia, you are to apologize to Mr. Stevenson for you behavior.”
I had both hands under my dress, on my hot bottom cheeks as I mumbled the words required. I didn’t look at the man except to make sure my face was in the right direction, then my eyes fell right down to his loafers. After the words were spoken Daddy took my hand again, a bit more firmly than before and we proceeded into the office. Daddy tugged me right along with him to his chair and then onto his lap.
He pulled me close and lowered his lips and voice, talking close to my ear. “Would you mind telling me what that was about?”
I was instantly ashamed of my behavior. “I wath scared…” I tried to hide my face in his chest.
“Then you should have said so, but there is no reason for you to act that way.”
“I don’t wan him a tae me…”
“Livvy, take your thumb out of your mouth and speak up.”
I pulled it out quickly embarrassed that it was in my mouth again. I shoved it down into my dress and wrapped the skirt around my thumb tightly. “I don’t want him to be my Daddy… I want to stay here.”
I kept my line of vision away from either of their faces. Yes, Daddy had the most interesting pattern of checks on his button-up shirt.
“Alivia, honey,” he tipped my chin up so I had to look into his stern blue eyes. “You are not going anywhere today. Is that what you were afraid of?”
I couldn’t really put to words my fears, but yes that was one of them. The biggest thing was the fear of just the unknown. The last time there was a guest, it was the doctor—and that had been awful. I nodded.
“Honey, trust me it will be a long-time before you go anywhere.” He softly stroked my hair as my head rested against his chest.
“Are you the only one to discipline them?” I struggled not to turn my head as the other man filled the silence with his question. I wanted to look at him, but I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. It was rather nice to cuddle there on Daddy’s lap with him running his fingers through my hair. The only downside was the heat in backside and even that wasn’t all that terrible anymore.
“No, most things are dealt with as they happen by whoever is nearest, unless, it calls for my attention. Generally that is something more severe, or complicated. It keeps the girls on their toes I think.”
“And what types of punishments do you use?”
“Well, spankings primarily as you could imagine, but also corner time and loss of privileges.”
“Enemas, plugs or figging?”
I wanted to hide my face and die when the stranger said the word enema, but the other two words made me want to sit up and listen. Was that something I would have to learn about? Would it happen to me?
“Enema’s are not a punishment, they are meant to help a little girl’s tummy. Plugs may be used to prepare a little girl, but again, not as a punishment. And no,” he shook his head, “No figging.”
My thoughts stayed for a moment on the idea that an enema could be used as a punishment. That would be just terrible. I shuddered, thinking about it. And then I couldn’t remember what the other things were he had mentioned. But, I started to really worry. We were to be trained by Daddy, and then later after we were totally used to him and what to expect, we would have to go with a new Daddy—one who would do things differently and may even be harsher, more severe.
That would be devastating. I didn’t want to leave this place… to go someplace new and start all over again with somebody I didn’t know, who could really be a monster….
I was lost in my thinking until Daddy started to shift me on his lap. “Go to Mr. Stevenson, Livvy.” He settled me on the floor on my feet with a nudge in the direction of the stranger. “Go.”
“What? No…” I tried to turn back toward the comfort of his lap.
“Do you want a real spanking little girl? Right here, right now?” he nudged me again. “Move it, Alivia Rose.”
I started walking slowly. The man didn’t look like a monster. He looked like a kind man. He had deep creases around his mouth, laugh lines. He must be nice. I tried not to worry anymore and just went to him. He picked me up and set me on his thigh like Santa had in the mall when I was really little. It was nothing like the strong enveloping feeling of being on Daddy’s lap. Whenever Daddy pulled me to his lap, I was tucked as close to his body as possible. I actually felt like I was attached to him.
With Mr. Stevenson I felt like I was balancing on his thigh. Oh, I didn’t feel at risk of falling, he had one arm behind me and the other hand resting on my knee.
“You have the prettiest hair, Alivia.” He brought the hand from my knee up to twist one of my curls. I didn’t say anything, I just stared at him.
“Can I ask you a few questions? Will you try to answer for me please?” He seemed very sincere. I was confused about his whole presence, and if I would even have a chance to not participate. I looked to Daddy hesitantly and he shrugged and waved his hand as if to go for it. It wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. I nodded and the man went on. “What made you decide to join the program? You are here voluntarily, correct?”
I didn’t think but a second on the question and shrugged.
/> “No, think about it for a minute and answer for real.” He waited a bit and then tapped my knee.
“For the money… for my brother to go to college.” I don’t know why I didn’t want to talk to him.
“Had you heard about this before? Age-play? BDSM?” He seemed satisfied with a negative nod for each question that time.
I kept my attention on the paisley print on the skirt of my dress. I traced the pattern on my thigh, intermittently tugging it down and wishing it would go over my knees.
“What about the contract, did that give you any cause for concern? Or did it perhaps intrigue you?”
I didn’t really know what he meant. Of course it gave me cause for concern. It freaked me out. It was full of legal jargon and didn’t include that I would begin to have feelings that I wouldn’t be able to explain toward my—
“Alivia, answer me please.”
“I’m thinking.”
“Watch your tone, little girl.” Daddy’s voice sharply reminded me he was still there.
I hadn’t meant to be snippy. I was just trying to figure out what he was talking about. “I’m sorry, I just don’t know. The contract was scary but my brother needed the money.”
“That is fine. So, now that you are here… do you like being little? Having a Daddy?” he sounded odd saying the word daddy… almost as if it were new to him.
My eyes flew to Daddy’s. Was this a test? Daddy’s eyebrows rose a bit, but other than that he gave away nothing. “I don’t know… I guess, when he is nice.” I smiled at my cleverness. I watched as the side of his mouth rose in a half smile.
“And being a little girl, do you like that?”
“I don’t have a choice.” I looked up at Mr. Stevenson in confusion.
“You can choose to like it or not. You seem to slip easily into the role.”
I had to think about that. Had Ellie said something similar? About liking it, being a little girl… I liked Daddy. I liked some things. I like being bathed, being tucked in, or just being held tight and hugged. But, there were things I hated. Like total loss of control and dignity, not being able to go to the bathroom in privacy. And being spanked, duh, that really sucked. I looked up when I realized he was talking again. Thankfully he was not talking to me, but to Daddy. I had missed a bit, I’m afraid.
“Alivia, stand up and take off your dress.” I heard Daddy address me at the same time I was slid from Mr. Stevenson’s lap. I looked up at Daddy in shock. He was already nodding. “Yes, take off your dress and obey Mr. Stevenson.”
Why were they doing this? What was Mr. Stevenson going to do? This was dreadful. I knew it was going to be awful as soon as Daddy brought me with him and the stranger to the office. I briefly thought again of running away but I knew I wouldn’t get away. I would just be spanked again, and then whatever was going to happen was going to happen. My fingers were shaking as I reached for the hem of my soft cotton dress. It was a shame I had gotten used to its covering me at all. If we were still walking around naked I wouldn’t miss the dress when it was taken away. I tried to pretend it was nothing and whip it over my head, but I felt the damp tears caught on the fabric of the front of the dress as it wisped by my face.
“Good girl,” I felt him tug my wrist. “Come here.” He pulled me over his jean clad lap.
“No, please.” He was going to spank me and I hadn’t done anything. I whimpered, hating him instantly.
The hand on my wrist fell free and moved to my back, where it began to rub softly. The other hand found my bottom. I expected immediate smacks and pulled up in surprised when his fingertips brushed right down, over my kitty to reach between my legs. He pulled my legs apart and only smacked my thigh when I tried to pull my legs back together.
“Don’t move, Alivia.” He spread them more forcefully and rubbed the inside of my thigh as if to praise me. Shame was building up in me like steam in a tea kettle. I didn’t want to cry, but I was. Tears were falling uselessly. My business was wide open for this stranger and the rest of the world to see.
I felt his fingers brush over my soft lips again and wanted to scream out for him to let me go. But, I bit my lip hard. I wouldn’t give in and give them the satisfaction. He wasn’t timid by any means he slid a finger up and down my slit once and then made for my opening. I wanted to squeeze him out but in the position I was—legs spread—I couldn’t. I was not ready, and he couldn’t get in.
He pulled it back out and I looked over my shoulder at him. He was sucking on his finger. When his hand came back, the finger was wet and cold and he shoved it right in. He didn’t take any time for me to adapt. I hung my head back down and let the tears flow as a metallic taste filled my mouth. I had bitten my lip, but at least I wouldn’t cry out loud.
The thick finger was moving back and forth inside me and I could hear his excited words to Daddy. He couldn’t believe how small I was, that he didn’t know if he could even get his cock in me. I wanted to crawl away. I couldn’t believe Daddy would allow this. I had trusted him. My heart started to hurt more so than my coochie. Until, for the shortest time he removed the finger again, but it was just to try his again with two digits.
“No! Ahh! No. Stop!” I tried to fight, to get away. The stretching of his two fat fingers inside my small private place was just too much. I kicked my legs but that made the pain worse. So, I pounded my fists, but that did nothing. Finally I bit down into his calf as hard as I could. I was biting into blue jeans so I was afraid it was ineffective. But, at last the nasty presence was removed.
I felt his hand crash down on my butt at the same time I released his leg. It was a deep bruising strike and I cried out. I was surprised that it wasn’t followed by immediately another.
“She just bit me…” I heard him say.
“By all means,” Daddy’s voice followed.
And then the spanks rained down. I was toast. From the top of the fullest part of my bottom down to my crease and even some of my thighs were toasted. There was no warm-up, no cool-down. It was just one furious stroke after another and no spot untouched. I was begging for him to stop in no time. And to think I wanted to keep from crying out earlier. I almost welcomed the other kind of pain again, compared to this. That was bearable- I think… I only knew one thing at that moment- I was going to die, and no one cared... not even Daddy. He was sitting there watching and not doing a dang thing about it.
When the spanking stopped I was stood abruptly to my feet. I danced around as he conferred with Daddy that I should be in the corner. Daddy agreed and pointed one out near him.
“I want her. I know it will take a while yet. But tell me the cost, I will wire the money.”
Daddy’s laugh wasn’t mocking but was strong and I took every bit of comfort I could from him and his words. “I’m sorry friend. But, it doesn’t work like that. You were given the application with the outline of the process in it.”
“I know, but I want her. I will even pay double what you have decided. I know there is a process. I just want to guarantee that I will have her.”
“The process is there for a reason. You are well on your way with the background and credit checks. But, there is much more than that. I have just received the reports from two of the private investigators I hired, the third is not in. Then we will meet many times such as this. And many others will as well, I will be looking to match each girl up with the right Daddy for their personality type. I will not rush in this decision and make a mistake in my placement. I will be looking out for both your best interest and satisfaction, and also for my little girls. I will not rush this. I am sorry but you will have to wait just like everyone else.”
I was lured again into a safety net by Daddy’s words and his calm, controlled voice. He was in authority even with that awful man and he was planning to make sure each of us was safe. I had never heard the process before then. I had to look forward to more men like Mr. Stevenson coming to meet us? Then there was that other training session… And the thought of what Daddy was going to ge
t me, and what he would be like. I was so overwhelmed I wanted to collapse right there. It seemed like forever that I was standing in the corner, shifting from foot to foot, trying to alleviate some of the heat in my buttocks. But, finally Daddy called me to him.
When I was in front of him he took my hands and looked at me. I would have climbed right into his lap if he wouldn’t have stopped me there. I looked to the floor, but he caught my chin in his hand and lifted it until our eyes met.
“Good little girls do not bite.” He locked his eyes on my with a ferocity I have never seen before. “If you bite someone again, I will bite you back and you will be spanked with the belt. Do you understand that?”
I nodded as new tears rolled down my cheeks. I was so ashamed of my actions. How could I be ashamed, when I should still be mad at what had happened to me? I wanted to look away.
“Come here,” Daddy pulled me into his arms, not the way he had before, on his lap, but hugged me hard against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder. He pulled each of my legs on either side of his lap. I should have felt exposed or at least uncomfortable with it, but I wasn’t. I felt as close as I could be to him. He held my head, dragging his hand down my hair, hushing me every now and then.
“I don wike him.” I sniffled against my knuckles, realizing my thumb was in my mouth again. But, I didn’t care.
“It doesn’t matter if you like him or not, you have to obey all of the men. That was about the only rule I gave you girls that first day because it was the most important. Every time, you must obey. It doesn’t matter who it is, or if it hurts or if you just don’t like him. When there is someone here and you are called to do something, consider it a form of training, you are not to disobey. Understand?”
I guess I sniffled an appropriate response because he let me be. I didn’t want to rethink it. I wanted to fall asleep where I was, all comfy on his lap. The problem was one thing kept nagging me.
