A Little Training (3 page)

“Were
we raped while we were asleep?”

I
don’t know why but he started laughing at my question. “No, it will be a while
but you will definitely know it when you get to play like a big girl.” He
looked at the other girls as he went on. “We will go to breakfast, but you can
ask anything at any time, as long as you are respectful. This is your home for
now. After we eat, you young ladies may explore the house.”

“But
what about clothes?” I heard myself blurt out. “Can we have something to wear?”

He
stood but stopped and looked very serious as he replied. “No, not yet. You will
be naked for a while to help you learn submission and humility. Each of you
will be allowed clothing individually as I feel you are ready for them.” He
lifted his eyebrow at me as in question. “Now come, let’s eat. Like I said you
may ask anything at any time, but I am ready for breakfast.”

As
I write this it sounds as if things were going quite swell. I’d like to think
they were. I’d like to imagine the next part didn’t happen. Perhaps it was just
the level of high stress.

We
were lead to the large dining room table and all the men sat down with us like
a big family. All except Uncle Jeremy, he was serving the food and whatever
else. It was ever so unsettling to be sitting at a table with four men when you’re
completely naked. I mean seriously I have never sat at the table naked even if
I were alone…

And
this table… I think it was built specifically for Trace, I mean, at his
request. All of them—Daddy and the men are very tall—and oddly
enough the girls are all about the same height as I am. That means they are
very short too. Well, this table seems to be larger than the norm. So, I felt
very, very small there. We even have classy wooden booster seats that match the
table in each of our spots, and I still feel small.

I
was seated between Daddy and Uncle Chris. I looked at the plate before me with
scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. I am totally not a morning person on the best
of days and I was only slightly hungry. I glanced forward and there was a small
glass of milk and one of apple juice. But, I was smelling coffee. I was dying
for coffee.

Daddy
was sipping a mug of coffee. I should have thought… I should have looked around…
I would have noticed the other girls didn’t have coffee either. I don’t know
what happened. I just sort of short fused.

“I
want coffee.” I don’t remember if I interrupted anyone else speaking, but Daddy
responded immediately.

“Little
girls do not drink coffee. It is not good for them. I hope that you have better
manner-”

“I
have to have my flipping coffee! This wasn’t in my contract!” I shoved my plate
forward, it was not my intention, but it spilled the milk and the juice.

Before
I could even draw my hands to my open mouth, and suck in my shock over what I
had done Daddy pulled me out of my chair. He scooted his out and laid me out
over his thick hard thighs. I was staring at my snarly red curls almost
touching the black and brown marble floor. I grabbed the legs of the oak dining
room chair and tried to yell, “No! St-
ow
!
Ple
-
Ahh
!”

His
huge hand was covering my butt fast and loud. Each smack felt like a burning frying
pan searing its image into my butt. I have never felt so much pain. Ok, maybe I
have in the coming days. But at the time I didn’t think so.

“Young
lady, you will not throw temper tantrums do you hear me?” Each word was
emphasized with a dramatic swat to my scorched cheeks. But, not just my cheeks,
no—he was slapping the tops of my thighs too. I was crying so hard I
could hardly respond. He must have moved me farther forward on his lap, because
then my hair was all the way on the floor and my tears seemed to have made a
sodden mess of it. I tried to respond anyway, I know I was trying to tell him I
would never, ever do anything to ever, ever receive a spanking again.

But,
that wasn’t enough for him. He was so mean and went on and on.

“You
will not demand anything, but ask nicely and respectfully—”

Do
I have to tell you that he was still pounding his meaty palm down on my
helpless backside? I can only imagine what the other girls were thinking. I know
I was crying and begging pathetically. I was sure I was dying. He was killing
me. It is rather funny to write this in hindsight. Having never been spanked
before, how sure I was that I could truly die from the pain of being spanked
and yet I didn’t.

“And
no little girls will ever use naughty words, is that understood?”

He
brought his hand down like three more times solidly, sinking the command home.
I whimpered my understanding and he finally stopped abusing my posterior. He
actually surprised me by rubbing it for a minute while I lie there helplessly.

I
was finally lifted into his lap and held, hugged against his chest. He tipped
my head back and washed my face with a warm washcloth. I was a bit embarrassed
to think of the snot that must be all over my face and in my hair even. He
smoothed my hair back and ran the cloth over parts of it too. I was humiliated
then as I could see the other girls staring at me. I turned my face toward his
chest and hid it in his shirt. He oddly enough was comforting me then, rubbing
my back and speaking softly to me.

“It
is over now, love. But you must remember to be a good girl.
Shhh
….”

As
bad as the spanking was I could have stayed there all day.
 
But, then that was over too soon and I
was set back in the cold hard chair.

“
Ahhyee
-” I put my hands down to keep my abused posterior
from connecting with the hard surface. “I’m not hungry.” I muttered, looking at
Daddy with what I hoped was pleading eyes. There was no way I could sit there
and eat after that.

“You
must eat,
Alivia
. You will not get up until you do.”

It
was awful. It seemed to take forever. I do not even like scrambled eggs all
that much. Everyone else seemed to drift away from the table one by one until I
was the only one left. I tried so hard to find the most comfortable position by
wiggling to relieve the pressure but realized there was no comfortable spot. In
fact it seemed as the best thing I could do was just sit as still as possible
and eat fast.

When
I was finally able to leave the table I was somewhat lost. The other girls had
scattered. I was kind of sniffling and walking forlornly through the living
room to the hall when Uncle Matt stopped me.

“Do
you have pain? I mean, from the laser treatment? I mean, would you like the
cream for it?”

I
was confused. I was still in a lot of pain but all of it seemed to radiate from
my rear. I didn’t speak, just shook my head. He gave me a rather sympathetic
smile and rubbed my arm.

“Well,
you can have it anytime… just ask. You are allowed to roam, check out the house,
you can open and look in any rooms, you just can’t enter them. Understand?”

I
nodded even though I wasn’t sure I did. He winked at me and walked away.

Matt
is a really attractive looking guy. Sexy, I mean, as in dark and dangerous,
sexy. It is hard to think of any of them as ‘Daddy’ or ‘Uncle.’ Except that
they never bend from treating us as little girls.

I
just wanted to go lie down and be miserable. You know just sulk and lick my
wounds, or whatever. But, then again, I wanted to look around too and I didn’t
know what the schedule was, or when I would get the chance again.
 

At
the end of the hall was another living room, a much larger one, more relaxed like
a family room. It had plush carpet and a huge U-shaped suede couch like. There
were bookcases, and recliners, and a love seat, and the largest TV I have ever
seen. I wanted to run in and roll on the floor. I know that sounds strange but
the shaggy brown carpet looked so cushy. I couldn’t remember if I was allowed
in there or not and there wasn’t anyone close to ask.

But
then, coming down the stairs just to my right, were the three girls. They were
talking softly amongst themselves.

“What
is up there?” I asked for the first time actually noticing they were naked. I mean
I knew they were naked, but really the rest of the time I was more concerned
about me being naked to look at them.
 
But when they were walking down the stairs toward me, it was like “in my
face” naked.

I
think I already said that we are all just about the same height. I think Sara
might have an inch or so on us. She also has the biggest boobies, not that they
are huge—maybe a full B-cup—and the others an A-cup. I guess Sara
has the nicest figure all the way around. She has an hour-glass shape.
 
You know, the small stomach and then the
flair of hips again.

Not
me, I am straight and flat. I always have been. I would be the nearly-A-Cup.
(It was a sad day for me when they made that an actual size) That is why I am
still a virgin at twenty, right? That and my mop of red hair. If I didn’t let
it get so long I would look just like a boy.

Sara
would probably find the best Daddy first. She was perfect. She had the classic
blond hair and blue eyes. Hmmm, she was a lot like Daddy. I wonder if he likes
her the best?

Anyway,
Erin is the perfect little girl. She has honey wheat colored hair and it is
long and shiny. She is sweet and quiet. Her face is just like a cherub, she has
blue eyes too but hers are more that of an angel whereas Sara is that of a
siren.

I
am getting away from myself again. As they came down the stairs, I of course
noticed their boobs and their snatches. They were all irritated looking, their
snatches I mean. Poor
Caity’s
, I remember was really
red. It was then I remembered that I mine was sore too. But the girls were down
the stairs and answering my question, and all talking at once.

“The
men’s bedrooms.”

“It’s
boring.”

“Let’s
go—”

I
wanted to go up there and see. It didn’t sound boring to me. But I kind of
wanted to stay together, so I followed them. The first door we came too
downstairs was the playroom. It was odd at first, wondering why there was a
room set up for really little girls. But then I had a strange desire to go play
in there. We all stood there for a minute just staring and then Caity started
to go in.

“Ah-ah.
You may look in all the rooms but you may not enter.”

We
jumped back with a start to the voice of one of the uncles in the hall. I can’t
remember right now which one. He didn’t stay there he just happened to walk by
in time to warn us.

“I
wonder why…” one of the girls said.

“It’s
the submission…” I said thinking I was wise, but then Erin nailed it.

“It’s
a reward.”

I
still can’t understand why four grown women would stand there really wanting
in. Perhaps it was like a dream come true. A playroom we all dreamed of as
little girls. My mom could never have given me a quarter of what was there. I
could have stood there all day.

“Come
on, let’s make them think we don’t even care,” Sara whispered pulling at us.

We
made our way to the next room. It was another bedroom just like ours except it
was painted purple. Beyond that was a bathroom, the one that one of the girls
had used earlier, I assume. But it was big. It had a double sink and vanity, a
huge bathtub and a long table like you would see at a doctor’s office. I guess
it is more like an oversized changing table. There is another door in there
too. It went to a huge walk-in style closet. It had tons and tons of beautiful
girly clothes.

“How
about if you girls get your hair and teeth brushed while you are in here,”
Uncle Tommy said, coming in the bathroom behind us as we stood there looking in
the dressing room.

“You
did mine already.” Caity stepped aside.

I
had been wishing for a toothbrush at one point but he had said my version of a
bad word. Anytime you put
hair
with
the word
brush
it was bad news. Especially
the shape my hair was in. Thankfully, it didn’t end up being another ordeal. He
held out a basket and let us choose our own toothbrushes. I don’t know why but
it was fun to pick out and use the
My
Little Pony
toothbrush, even if Uncle Tommy did go back over them to make
sure I did a good job.

He
quickly ran a brush through each of the girl’s hair but when he got to mine, I might
have over-reacted just a little bit and held my hands on my head pulling away
from him. I don’t think it mattered. He quickly deemed my head a lost cause and
said my hair needed to be put in braids after my bath. That put a whole new
horror into my mind that I had never thought of prior to that moment.

They
planned to bathe us.

We
were allowed to roam for a while longer. We found some amazing things. There
was an indoor pool and a gym. The backyard was fantastic, although all we could
do was stand at the door and look. It held a beautiful flower garden with
benches and winding paths. Then there was a wide open grassy yard to run in and
a swing set. It was almost like a dream come true. I don’t know why I was so
surprised.