A Little Training (14 page)

“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.

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.”