A Little Training (10 page)

I
was so overwhelmed by the erotic scene in front of me. I looked away. Across
from me Sara was moving to the other couch. I heard Daddy then tell her to get
on her knees, and face the back. Sara climbed right on and I realized Uncle
Chris was walking up then. He unzipped his jeans and his rod sprung free, ready
to go. He started stroking it as he got nearer to her.

“Bend
over the back of the sofa, Sara.” Daddy called out to her then turned toward us
and called for Erin.

I
was so completely overcome. I wanted to run away but I wanted to watch. Erin
was shaking so bad I wanted to hold her close and protect her. But she bravely got
up and went to him before I could act on it. A loud cry broke through my
thoughts from the couch next to me.

“Oh
God,
noooo
!” Caity was pushing against Uncle Matt
trying to get off and away from him, but he held her in place by her hips. She
couldn’t really go anywhere she was just bucking against him which seemed to be
what he wanted anyway. She started to pummel his chest with her fist and he
caught her hand. His other hand issued a hard slap to her derriere. It was then
that I realized his shaft wasn’t resting there against her bum any longer it
must’ve been buried inside her and that was why she was fighting so franticly.

“Settle
down Caity or I will stop and spank you first, then finish. You wanted this, remember?”
Uncle Matt spoke low to her and I wouldn’t have even heard if I hadn’t been
sitting there.
Caity’s
face was crumpled up in
distress.

I
looked back to Daddy and Erin, she was sitting on his lap, legs spread, his
hand between her legs. Then I heard a high pitched shriek and turned my head to
the sound.

“Stop,
you son of a bitch…”

Uncle
Chris was behind Sara on the sofa, on his knees, pounding into her. I couldn’t
see much of her, but what I could hear was awful, her crying... I jumped up and
took off running toward our room. I couldn’t stand what was happening. I
couldn’t watch it any more.

I
curled up under the comfort of my pink quilt and pulled it up over my head. Oh
how I wished I had brought my own bear or something from home! I pulled a lacey
heart shaped pillow to my chest and hugged it there.

I
think it was then, the first time anyway, that I started sucking my thumb. I
can’t recall doing it before then.

“Hmmm,
what do we have here? You can’t hide silly girl. Daddy is waiting for you.”
Uncle Jeremy pulled the covers back and scooped me out of the bed. He hugged me
to his chest, his embrace comforting.

“I
don’t want to go!”

“Well,
all little girls have to mind their Daddy’s and he wants you out there,” he
walked toward the door and I knew I was headed for the same as the other girls.

I
had always anticipated losing my virginity in a bed, you know, romantically.
This was the farthest from my mind. I didn’t even know a scene like this could
exist. I mean when I signed the contract I knew I would have no say over it.
But, somehow, I still wanted it to be love.

I
was sliding naked down Uncle Jeremy’s clothed body to stand next to Daddy’s
chair. I could tell through the blur of my tears, the set of the furniture. I
dared not look around. I kept my eyes on the floor. I could hear girls softly
crying, sniffling. Daddy reached for my hands and tugged me to him.

“
Alivia
Rose, why did you run away? Did I say you could
leave? Look at me.”

I
looked up at his handsome, albeit stern face. “I’m sow-
rey
,
Daddy. I don’t know why. I was just scared.” I looked back to the floor and
without thinking about it my thumb came back to my mouth.

“Enough
of that for now. This is big girl time.” He pulled my hand away from my face
and pulled me to his lap. “Today is just a day for learning. Some women think
they can control men with sex.”

I
realized he wasn’t just talking to me. I wiped my eyes so I could see through
the watery mess. Erin was just climbing back into her spot on the end of the
couch. The other two were already across from her on the other couch, curled up
with their knees to their chest, both were crying.

Daddy
was stroking my thigh and growing nearer and nearer to my
coochie
while he spoke. “Here you are going to learn that you can’t do that. You won’t
want to. Whether or not you get a prize or get to enjoy a part of sex is up to
your Daddy.”

The
way he was holding me, hugging me, rubbing me… I wanted him to do more. But, I
knew from watching the other girls that they all seemed to like it at first. I
also knew as much as I liked it with him, he had turned them over to one of the
Uncles.

I
trembled as his fingers brushed the outside rim to the center of my being. Oh
yes, I had touched it before, had stroked that little gem tucked up inside the
cleft until I burst and thought I was dying… floating in space somewhere. I
knew what it would be like to enjoy the administrations of his fingers if he
chose to grant me such. I wiggled hoping-

“Sit
still
Alivia
, I’m talking to you,” His voice didn’t
stop the tightening in my lower belly nor did it stem the wet feeling. If
nothing it made the dampness feel more abundantly so. He pulled my thighs apart
farther and the cool air made the announcement of my moisture feel exaggerated.

“If
a Daddy feels that you deserve big girl play time,” he began walking his
fingers from the outside of my thigh inward like a miniature soldier one tiny
step at a time.

I
held my breath to be sure.
 
I am
afraid that my heart didn’t beat either until the first delicate step into my
pool.

I
snapped my legs shut as a reflex. But Daddy is quick and strong. He opened them
back up, perhaps wider than before and slapped my over-sensitive girl spot with
a snap. “You never close yourself to your Daddy.”

I
cried out, shocked at the brief burst of pain and yet there was a pleasurable,
tingling afterwards. I turned my face into his chest and grabbed hold of his
strong arms squeezing my fingers into his biceps, where I decided to hold on
for life.

Daddy’s
fingers again came to my inner sanctum. However this time it seemed as if he
wanted to test me. For two fingers rested against that glorious gem… and didn’t
move.
 
Not a hair. I squirmed. They
were driving me crazy just sitting there. What was he trying to do? When I
moved he still didn’t. I was squirming and wiggling all over the place, trying
to buck against his fingers but not getting the resistance- the satisfaction I
wanted- no needed.

“Do
you need some help little girl?” His deep voice registered in my ear. I was so
agitated, desperate and nearly crazy for some kind of release.

“Please
Daddy- please.”

“I
will help you because you are a good girl. Do you know why you are a good
girl?” his voice was louder as if he was addressing the room then, but I really
couldn’t concentrate I was frantic.

“No?”

“Because
you aren’t touching yourself,” he finished. The fingers he held to my little
pleasure button pressed down more firmly all of a sudden sending an arc of electricity
through me, right down to my toes. “Touching yourself is absolutely off
limits.”

Those
magic digits moved down briefly and came back with some of my own moisture.
They began to tease that worrisome little jewel as if dancing with it. Over and
under, back and forth, twirling, twirling. I was going to die. I was panting,
begging, crying.

And
it changed.
 
He moved to slide one
of his long, thick fingers up inside of me. It was apparently a snug fit and a
good thing that I was as wet as I was. It didn’t hurt but I had no desire to
have it there. He began to stroke inside me, petting the inside of my sheath in
a circular motion. I wanted the action back up front. But it wasn’t to be. He
was obviously in control and before I knew what was happening there was a
stretching and he was pressing another finger inside with the first.

I
cried out pleading with him to remove it. But once it was in, he left it.
Thankfully he didn’t move it for a time, just left it there to give me time to
adjust. With it in place he began to strum on my gem again with his thumb. I
didn’t want to take to it, to enjoy it. There was a very uncomfortable
stretching inside of me.

He
was playing me like a musical instrument and he was a fine musician. Pain aside,
I couldn’t help but begin to rub along against the rhythm he was playing on that
little button as long as the fingers in side of me stayed still.
 
That discomfort never seemed to ease.
Even when I threw myself about, uncontrollable in my release, the pain of the
stretching inside me was present and confusing. I didn’t want it. But, I
couldn’t stop myself from bucking against it.

“Oh
God, help me, no…please take it out… oh
yes
!”
I cried as I exploded. Stars burst in my eyes, heat flood through my body,
tingling though every nerve, every pore and darkness overcame me.

I
blinked my eyes open through tears. I don’t know how much time had passed.
Minutes, seconds, or hours? It felt as though I had been in a deep sleep but
yet I was still in Daddy’s arms, his two fingers still deep inside of me, that
awful pain still there after so much pleasure.

“Good
girl,
Livvy
. That was pretty powerful. Are you ok,
honey?” I felt his warm breath on my cheek, at my ear.

“No,”
I whimpered. “Take it out…”

Relieved
I felt him move his fingers inside of me. But, he simply stroked out and back
in.

“Owww...
noo
…” I felt so tense, so sore, I felt as if I had
pulled muscles inside of me. “Please.”

“Daddy
wants you to know that you can have good girl days. But, there are also days
when Daddy will get what he desires and it won’t be pleasant for you.”

The
stroking continued for a moment or two more and I remember thinking that now he
was either going to unzip his pants, or pass me to one of the Uncles. Either
way the worst was coming. Those fingers hurt. I couldn’t imagine what a man’s
shaft would feel like driving into me. I shifted trying to wiggle away from his
fingers moving inside me. I turned more toward him so I could try to support
myself and lift off or away from him. At the same time I was lifting my bottom
from his all-knowing hand I was clinging to his chest, whimpering, begging him
to let me go.

“
Sssshh
.” I felt him whisper against my ear. “You were a
good girl, and you are done for today.” He finally slowly, centimeter by
centimeter withdrew. He ran his hand down my thigh and rubbed my leg leaving a
trail of wet sex behind. I felt sexy and little at the same time. Vulnerable. I
wanted to hide again.

Daddy
scooted me off his lap and helped me to stand on legs of marshmallow. I didn’t
want to go anywhere. But, Uncle Tommy was there reaching for my hand. He took
me to the bathroom. Daddy told him he could go ahead and give us our baths
early, because he was done for the day.

I
felt empty—dejected and rejected. I wanted to stay with Daddy. Not to
have sex but to be held, or something, I don’t really know what. I just know
that I missed him as soon as I was away from him.

Chapter 7

I
held my hands over my head trying to block the path of the cruel brush raking
down my sensitive head. A hand much larger than my own pulled one of my useless
hands out of the way and the evil device made another torturous stoke. I fought
and twisted crying against the painful taming of my unruly locks.

“
Alivia
, stand up straight and quit fighting,” Uncle Matt
snapped at me.

He
and Uncle Tommy were doing the morning thing: potty, brushing teeth and hair.
The day before, I didn’t end up getting my hair brushed out after my bath.
Somehow, it had gotten forgotten and I had slept on it. So now it was a mess of
snarly curls.

“
Nooo
, I want Dad-
dee
- please!” I
couldn’t get away. I was standing in front of him in the large bathroom. I just
knew it was going to be an awful day. I hadn’t slept well because I had thought
so long about what had happened the day before.

“
Livvy
, look here,” Uncle Tommy spoke to me from the door to
the dressing closet. He held out a group of dresses. “Daddy said you girls may
wear dresses today. Do you want me to tell him that you are being naughty and don’t
deserve to wear a dress today? I mean if you won’t let Uncle Matt finish your
hair…”

He
got the message across. I was ecstatic. I started jumping up and down squealing
along with the other girls. It still took a while to get my hair brushed and it
still hurt. I was the last one to get my dress, so the other girls got to pick
first. Mine had teal and white stripes on it. It was a simple baby doll style
made of stretchy cotton like a t-shirt, falling at mid-thigh.

I
felt like a princess. Who know that simply wearing clothes could feel like a
treasure… a privilege. The day was really beginning to look up. I danced all
the way to the table after that. I think we all did, even grouchy old Sara. Daddy
smiled and praised us for being such beautiful little girls. He winked at me
and I stored it in my heart because he had singled me out. I wanted his
attention so badly.