A Little Training (2 page)

I
knew when the limousine arrived that I wasn’t allowed to bring anything with me
except one stuffed animal and the clothes on my back. A gentleman came to the
door for me. I didn’t know him at the time. Now he is Uncle Chris. He sat in
the back with me, which made me that much more uncomfortable.

A
lot of things ran through my head. I wondered then if he was to be my Daddy. He
was rather good-looking in a plain, no-nonsense sort of way. He was very tall—well
everyone is tall compared to me. He had reddish-brown, short curly hair and a
nice tanned complexion. He didn’t say very much to me. So, I remember running
through my mind everything I had read about the, um, program.

Uncle
Chris is one of the men who work for Daddy taking care of us girls. I don’t
think he is related to Daddy. I believe we just call him Uncle as a form of
respect. There are other men who work here too. There is Jeremy, who is like a
housekeeper. He cooks and cleans. I think he might be my favorite… he is kind
of nice.

Then
there is Tommy. I don’t like him at all. He does bathing and dressing, among
other things. He is just mean. He doesn’t seem to have a shred of niceness in
him.

You
know what? Maybe, I should just introduce them as they come into my retelling.

So,
in the limo that day Uncle Chris asked me to drink a small vial of medicine. Of
course this freaked me out. He twisted the cap off the ready dose and held it
out to me.

“What
is it?”

“I
do not know the actual medicine. I was instructed to give it to you prior to
your physical, to prepare you. Now, do as you are asked so that you do not get
in trouble before you even arrive. You need to remember that little girls do
not talk back.” His eyebrow rose as if asking me if I dared to accept his
challenge.

I
remember being concerned. There I was in a car, with a man I didn’t know, being
asked to drink something that I didn’t have a clue what would do to me.
 
But hey, I had already signed my life
away for four years… what more did I have to lose?

I
drank the little bottle, and surprisingly it was almost tasteless. I looked to
the window wishing I wasn’t so nervous. I almost wished I had taken Eddie
Jackson up on the make-out session he offered me in his backseat on prom night
two years before. It was my virginity I was the most worried about, anyway. I
would like to think that I wouldn’t be so worried about the sexual part of this
program if I wasn’t a virgin.

I
woke slowly and with quite a bit of confusion. I was in a carnation pink room
with four twin beds and three other girls. I was nice and warm, but there were
no blankets and I was naked. I could hear the quiet sound of crying but couldn’t
make out where it was coming from. There was only one door and it was closed. I
was somewhat dizzy and it took a moment to sit up.

When
I was finally upright I noticed the girl in the bed across from me was sitting
up. This was Caity. She told me right away that the door was locked and saved
me the walk. I sat back on the bed I had been in and took stock of myself. Yes,
I was indeed naked, even the hair on my kitty was gone! And there was soreness
there. Had I been raped while I slept?

I
scooted back to the wall and drew my knees to my chest copying the Mexican
looking girl. I tried to study her under my lashes. My long red hair fell over
my shoulder like a cloak in a mess of curls, helping me to hide my wandering
green eyes. She looked terrified. She had some light blond high-lights added to
her shoulder-length brown hair. Her eyes were brown and she seemed to be about
the same size as Me.
 

“Are
you ok?” I finally asked her.

“I
think so… but she doesn’t seem to be.” She nodded to the girl in the other bed
on my side of the room. This girl was curled into a ball and crying. That is
where it was coming from. I had heard it but hadn’t focused on it. I scooted
off my bed and over to hers. She jumped when I touched her and my heart
crumbled. I tried to rub her back and soothe her.

“Are
you ok, honey?”

“I…
don’t… know…”she sniffled between words.

“What
did they do to you?” I pried, wondering what was to come of the rest of us.

“I…
don’t … know…” She hiccupped between words as she scooted to sit up and cover
her naked breasts.
 
At the same time,
she blurted out, “What did they do to you?”

“I
don’t know either… I was asleep.”

“It’s
seems as if that is the way it was with all of us. And I don’t know about you
guys but they shaved my twat… and it hurts like hell!” Caity joined Erin and me
in conversation. We looked at her when she started to speak. She opened her
legs as she said shaved and my face started to feel really warm remembering
they had shaved me too.

“Would
you stop all the yammering and shut the fucking light off!” Sara, in the last
bed, made her introduction.
 
She
still had her face down on her folded arms. I remember wondering what her voice
would be like if it wasn’t muffled by her arms… I have since had the
opportunity to hear it and let me just tell you it isn’t a joyful noise.

I
scooted my back to the wall next to Erin on her bed and motioned Caity to join
us, but she didn’t. In this position I could pull my knees to my chest and my
feet to my bottom. I felt somehow as if this covered my nakedness. The other
two girls seemed to do the same. I was just about ready to ask them how they
had come to be there when Caity said something about having to pee. We—Erin
and I—were agreeing and, lo and behold, the door opened.

A
man stepped in and told us we could come out and use the bathroom and sit in
the living room. We all got up rather awkwardly, all except Sara, trying to
cover ourselves as we stood. It was obvious they had no intentions of giving us
clothes to wear. I wanted to pretend I didn’t care that I was naked, to stand
up tall and proud. I tried really I did. But, it was so hard.

When
I stepped out the door there was another man standing at the bathroom door across
the hall and two more down the hall at other doors directing us to where there
was another bathroom. I was somehow surprised when I spotted the man who had
been in the limo the night before. He acknowledged my recognition with a tip of
his head and that was it.

Since
the other girls were using the bathroom by the bedroom and the living room, I
was led to the one in the medical exam room. The house we were in was huge and
considering the contract I had signed I shouldn’t have been surprised when I
walked through the exam room. But, I was.

Having
a man stand in the door of the bathroom while you pee is unnerving, enough to
almost make me not be able to perform. I asked him to step away promising that
I wasn’t planning to escape however he didn’t even think about it. In fact, he
informed me that little girls do not go potty by themselves—and that they
need help wiping.

“Oh
no… I am not… you are not!” it didn’t matter at the time that I was naked
arguing with a man almost twice my size about something so silly after I had
practically sold my body to this crazy scheme for a Daddy (and I hadn’t even
seen the man I had signed the papers with yet.) I didn’t know his name at the
time. I can tell you now that it was Uncle Matt.

Uncle
Matt must have been ready for the idea that I would protest. He didn’t seem
surprised or upset at all. He stood there calmly and told me that nothing else
could happen until I went potty and he cleaned me up. He said that all the
little girls would be waiting for me and would know that I had been naughty. Of
course, I wasn’t concerned at whether or not they thought I was naughty.

But,
he did however bring my thoughts to the fact that the other girls were going to
go through this too. This was all a part of what I signed up for. And it was a
part of the fifty-thousand dollars that would pay Wes’ way to becoming a
doctor. If I had to let someone wipe my butt, I would do it.

I
pulled my arm up to my face to cover my eyes. I could pretend… I could be an
ostrich. If I couldn’t see him then… he couldn’t see me? I don’t know but I
cried as much as I peed it seemed. I nearly jumped from my skin when I felt a
cool wipe down there, separating my lips, cleaning me so intimately. He had
asked me if I was ready, but… it is hard to be prepared for that.

I
nearly took off running out of there when he was done but his voice drew me
back. “
Alivia
, get back here and wash your hands,
little girl.”

My
face was burning. I always wash my hands when I go to the bathroom. How could I
forget now? How embarrassing. I felt so childish being reprimanded like that. I
was much more reserved after I washed my hands. I waited while he finished
drying his own. This time he chucked me under the chin like a child, took my
hand in his and headed for the living room we had passed on the way to the
bathroom.

Erin
was already there tucked in the corner of the couch. I sat by her and looked
around in awe. From what I had seen of the house at that point it was huge and
beautiful. Now that I have been here longer and seen more, I can only add that
it is even more so.

This
living room (I will call it the front room) sat open and centered to the whole
home around it. There were two huge couches facing each other divided by a
fancy area rug. To the left sat an enormous man sized chair, and to the right
was a built in bookshelf and entertainment center. I was sitting on the couch
facing the door to Daddy’s office and the front door. Behind me was the
bathroom, hallway, and a mass of other rooms I didn’t know then, and so I shall
tell you later.

It
was while I was sitting there checking things out that the first altercation
was occurring. It took a minute for it to sink in but I was hearing loud
wailing and slapping sounds. It was muffled but I could make out the girl
crying—begging someone to stop and saying she would be good.

Caity,
the Mexican looking girl was lead to the living room and sat down across from
me. And the crying carried on. Erin was the quiet girl next to me so that just
left Sara. It seemed to go on forever that awful crying and pleading blending
in with the sound of smacking, and occasionally I could hear the low murmur of
a male voice.

Erin
was literally shaking next to me. I didn’t know who I felt worse for in that
moment—Sara for being spanked, or Erin for being so afraid. Of course, I
was afraid too, but hardly had time to process it because Trace came into the
room from his office and sat in the large chair at the side of the couches.

“Good
morning, girls.” His gaze traveled over each of us.

I
know when I met with him and signed the papers I had been attracted to him. I
mean who wouldn’t be—he was gorgeous! He was tall, and built like someone
worked out regularly. I couldn’t really guess his age, maybe early thirties. He
had longer wavy blond hair, blue eyes and his voice—it was his low,
confident, authoritative—that really sucked me in.

“I
see someone is in trouble already first thing this morning. Erin love, are you
all right? What is the matter honey?”

He
seemed to really care about her distress. I was impressed.

Erin
mumbled something hardly recognizable about being nervous. At the same time a
sniffling Sara came into the room and sat across from us. Well, sat is not the
best word. She did sit, I guess, albeit awkwardly more on her hip and leaning a
lot on the arm of the couch and her feet tucked under her.

“It
is simple, girls. You truly have nothing to fear unless you disobey. If you are
good girls you will be rewarded. But, if you are naughty, you will be spanked
or punished.”

Chapter 2

“You
will learn as you go along. As will we all, I suppose. Right now all you need
to know is that you must obey all of the adults, or men, in our home.” Trace
locked his gray-blue eyes on mine until I looked away. I briefly thought he was
challenging me until I noticed he made the same eye contact with all the girls.
“You will only call me Daddy, and the other men Uncle. As you get to know them
you may call them Uncle Matt or such, but you must always use the respectful
term Uncle. Are there any questions on this?”

Daddy
went on to explain to us that we had been sedated for the first night, to help
us through the medical exams. He said his good friend and medical doctor, Dr. Ross,
had performed complete physicals on each of us. We each received a birth
control shot of Depo-Provera and a laser hair removal treatment from our pubic
area. He explained that the laser treatment was possibly painful and if we had
discomfort, to let someone know, and they had cream for it.

I
was amazed by all of this. It was a lot to take in. I wanted to look down there
to see now that I knew what had gone on. I couldn’t believe that they cared
enough about our discomfort to offer a cream, but they would spank us if we
were naughty. I was also still curious and words fell out of my lips before I
could rope them back in.