A Little Training (9 page)

I
must be crazy because after what had happened to me that day I should have been
thinking of how to escape, or if there had been any loopholes in the contract.
I don’t think it even crossed my mind. Oddly enough I just accepted it as the
way it was. I was not happy about it. But ultimately, I had agreed to it. I
needed the money for Wes’ college. I needed to focus on not having to go through
that
again. And I needed to try not
to get into any trouble. I needed to try to get Daddy to like me the best.
 
Then he might decide to keep me.

It
would be awful to get used to the way things were done here and go to a
different Daddy, one who could be completely different in the way he did
things. At least this one seemed to try to be fair, and loving.

“You
can get down if you are done you don’t have to stay there.” I didn’t hear Uncle
Jeremy come back in the room. He had wandered away after giving me my snack.
“Are you still hungry? Do you need help getting down?”

He
helped me get down off the barstool and I headed off not knowing where. Passing
by the front room Daddy and the doctor were gone but the little girl sat on one
end of the couch sniffling. I didn’t know if she would want me to be around her
but I went and slowly sat beside her.

“Are
you ok?” I whispered. I didn’t know if I was allowed to talk to her.

She
just nodded, she kept her head down but I saw her peering at me from the side.
She had her head tilted resting on the arm of the couch.

“Are
you still in trouble? Can I talk to you?”

“Daddy
said to sit here until you girls were awake from your naps.” She sat up but
winced as the upright motion put her bottom in more full contact with the seat
of the couch.

“Come
on then,” I said, sliding down and holding my hand to her. “I will show you my
favorite place.”

She
took my hand and we took off down the hall. Uncle Matt was in the hall with
Sara and stopped us briefly to make sure we weren’t supposed to be sitting on
the couch. As soon as he let us pass I took her to the stairs. I don’t know why
I thought she would like to look out the window. I guess I was just assuming
she would like the chance to stand and look out as opposed to sitting somewhere.

I
didn’t wait to see what she thought of my special place. I was dying to know.
 
“How did you get to be a little girl?
Were you in a place like this?”

She
seemed a bit surprised by my question and maybe even hesitant to answer but she
finally did respond. “He is my husband.” Her mouth turned up in a bit of smirk
as if she was going to laugh at my surprise but she held back her laughter and
went on to explain- “We started as D/s and gravitated to age-play but we don’t
do it all the time. We can’t, I wish we could do it all the time like this but….”

“What
do you mean age-play? What is that? Or what is D’s? I’m really confused now.”

“This
is age-play silly.
 
Little girls?
Men who like grown up little girls? And D/s is—”

She
didn’t get to finish because nosy Sara came and interrupted us. “What are you
two doing? Why are you standing up here?”

“Duh,
we were talking. What do you want?”

“Daddy
sent me to get her, they are leaving now.” She huffed and turned around to
stomp back down the stairs.

We
followed, but I wanted to plague her with questions. I mean I had just gotten
started she had left me with more questions than she had answered. She was in a
hurry though. Once Sara said they were leaving she shot into motion.

I
thought about the little bit she had said for a long time that night. How could
she be his wife? How long had they been married? Did they have children? How
difficult would it be to not do it all the time? I couldn’t wait to see her
again.

Chapter 6

Things
didn’t slow down.

 
I woke up the next morning in better spirits,
ready to tackle the day.
 
I was even
accepting of the fact I was not going to have any coffee. I didn’t cry a tear
or throw a tantrum. I should have earned an award or something of the nature to
be sure.

I
would have said the day was uneventful. I would still like to say the day was
uneventful. I would like to say the day didn’t exist and to scratch it from my
memory for many reasons. Perhaps writing about the experience will help me to
decide how I really feel about it, because it was actually
really—very—oh, it was just so confusing!

It
was well after nap time. I was in the family room reading a book I had found
when one of the uncles called to us that we were to go the front room. Daddy
wanted to talk to all of us. I was a bit surprised, this hadn’t happened
before, and I hurried to do as told.
 

In
the living room I sat on the nearest couch to the hallway, next to Erin. Sara
sat across from us and Daddy was already in his chair. I followed the sniffling
to find Caity in a corner behind Daddy’s chair. Uncle Matt came in and sat on
the couch next to Erin.

“
Caity
, come here.” Daddy commanded sharply startling most
of us and Caity shuffled slowly over to him. “Turn around and face them.”

I
could see her bottom was reddish purple and looked like she had been spanked
hard, for a long time. I don’t know what she had done but it looked as if Daddy
was prepared to make an example out of her. When she turned around her face was
red and puffy too, but she kept her head down.

“Now,
I didn’t plan to bring attention to, or should I say, work on this so soon but
I think in light of
Caity’s
actions today we are
going to have a training session today.” He looked around the room at each of
us, staring into our eyes.

I
don’t know about the other girls but I didn’t have a clue what he was talking
about. After forever of silence he finally spoke again.
 
“
Caity
, tell
them what you did today.”

Caity
started crying harder. She had her back to daddy but she tried to turn and it
sounded like she said something like, “Please- I can’t…”

But
Daddy just barked, “
Now
!”

“I…
um… tried to flirt… with Uncle Matt,” she mumbled between sniffs.
 
She shook all over from crying so hard.

“Caity…”
it was a low tone but sounded very stern like a warning. “One—”

Daddy’s
voice got louder until she started to talk.

Erin
was shaking next to me and reached out to hold my hand.

“I
was trying to manipulate him. I offered him a blow-job… err sex…whichever,” she
sobbed all the way through her confession.

I
couldn’t believe somebody would think of that. Perhaps because I had never done
it, it never came to me. Did she think she could bribe him? Well, it seemed
like that idea got nipped really quickly. Yeah. It was actually over before she
ever knew it.

Daddy
stood up next to her and laid a hand on her shoulder. I don’t think he was
meaning to comfort her either. It was more of… I don’t know, as if to say “In
light of
Caity
….”

“As
you can see, this is absolutely unacceptable. Daddies will always control the
sexual side of things. A little girl is never to act brazenly or offer
anything.” He looked around the room at each of us again. He tapped Caity and
nudged her, directing her to sit down, then he continued.

“A
little girl will not enjoy the act unless her Daddy decides to give her
pleasure. In fact, it will most likely be very uncomfortable for you.”

Sara
giggled behind her hand and drew all of our attention to her.

Daddy
didn’t think she was funny and asked her to tell us what it was that she found
amusing. I couldn’t believe that she would laugh at time like this when Caity
was still crying from the spanking that she had.

“Well,
you can spank us… but, I don’t see how you can stop us from enjoying sex.” She
dropped her hand from her face but she was all red.

“You
are right, Sara. I can’t tell you what to enjoy. But, it seems that the daddies
that I am training you girls for, want little girls who… don’t enjoy sex, who
quite frankly will struggle and have a hard time accepting them inside of them.
 
Every time.” He grew silent again and
glanced at each of us as his words sunk in.

I
had read many romance novels, but I still felt rather ignorant in what he was
speaking of.
  
“Do you mean we
have to pretend we don’t want it every time? Like fight him, like rape? I am
confused…” I was trying to wrap my mind around what he was saying and it wasn’t
sticking.

“No,
it is not going to be an act. I have made it easier, and harder I suppose.
 
During your first medical exam, while
each of you was asleep you were given an injection into your vaginal muscles.
This injection will make your vagina feel smaller, a very uncomfortable feeling
for you, if that makes sense? It will not be so unpleasant for your Daddy. You
will not be able to enjoy sex from normal intercourse. You will only receive
pleasure when your Daddy decides you may have pleasure and gives it to you by
clitoral stimulation.”

There
was a gush of chatter of girl voices. I don’t know what the rest were saying. I
don’t even know what I said. I think it was something like, “What does that
mean?”

Daddy
sat down and let us stew for a few moments before he called
Caity
to stand up.

“
Caity
, here is the chance you were asking for, I want you
to go over to Uncle Matt and practice on him like he is your Daddy. It is going
to be big girl time. Go over to him and do as you offered.
 
What was the first thing you offered
Uncle Matt?”

Caity
mumbled but her voice was choked in tears and I couldn’t hear. Daddy obviously
couldn’t because he made her repeat it.

“A
blowjob…”

“Well
then go ahead and practice on him, he’s waiting.”

Caity
walked toward him and I glanced his way. I had not looked at him until that
time. I couldn’t believe it! When I looked at him, he already had his jeans
down and his… his… thing was pointed straight up in the air. I looked away
again really quick, but then I had to look back. I was sort of curious! I
couldn’t believe that this was going to happen right there next to us.

As
Caity knelt down in front of Uncle Matt, Daddy started talking again, but he
was looking at the rest of us. “Now, you guys are going to get a lot of
practice at this too. You will have regular training sessions and will know how
to please your Daddy by the time you have one. I didn’t plan to start so soon.
I was going to give you time to get used to being little girls first. Anyway,
Sara come here, since you want to be a sassy girl you will be next.”

I
am sure Erin and I made quite a pair sitting there staring the way we were. She
seemed to be in as much in shock as I was. Sara on the other hand strutted
toward Daddy, almost haughtily.

“Should
I spank your sassy attitude out of you first?” he reached forward and grabbed
Sara’s hips pulling her closer to him.

She
gasped and called out, “No, no, no.” She must have thought he was going to
spank her right then.

“Spread
your legs.” He reached between her thighs and pushed her legs apart. “That’s
good.” He stopped her when her feet were a little farther than shoulder width
apart. I couldn’t see him anymore, just Sara’s back and his hand patting her
thigh from in between her legs. His hand moved up to cup her kitty. I could see
his fingers moving between her bottom cheeks. “Hmm, you are wet… so you must enjoy
all this talk. That will help you.”

His
hand moved some and I couldn’t see exactly what he did but I heard her inhale
fast and hard. “
Aww
, Sara that was just one little
finger, baby.”

He
was stroking in and out of her.

I
could see it clearly. I wished I could see her face. I don’t know why. I was
beginning to feel wet down there, myself. I wanted to be in her place.

“Stop,”
the quiet command drew my eyes away from them, because it was given to Caity
from Uncle Matt. His hand was in her hair, she was bent over his shaft- still
devouring it. With a fist in her hair, he started pulling her head up toward
his face, pulling her body up his, along the way. When she was lined up he
moved her legs open on either side of the couch to straddle him.

From
our angle next to them, Erin and I could see everything. Uncle Matt reached
between her legs to her apex. He didn’t take time for anything he just pushed
into her with his finger. She arched her back, a squeak of surprise on her
lips. He pulled her back up close to his body and I couldn’t see anymore. I
know it was still his finger because his large shaft stuck up between her legs
against her bottom.

He
must have thrust another finger in with the first, because Caity began to
whimper and it wasn’t so much with pleasure as with discomfort. Uncle Matt’s
other hand squeezed and kneaded her butt pulling it toward his hand when it
seemed as if she was pushing away. Blending in with her whimpering was him whispering,
“Uh-uh, little girl. You’re not getting away. You’re going to ride it. You are
going to ride me, are you ready?”