A Little Training (12 page)

Daddy
sat behind his big desk and the doctor across from him.

“What
is going on?” Daddy demanded.

Thankfully
the spanking stopped and we were allowed to stand. I sniffled as Uncle Matt
positioned me next to Sara and left the room.

“Sara,
would you like to tell us what was going on?” Uncle Tommy asked.

Sara’s
face scrunched up into an exaggerated pout, “I don’t know, I was just going to
sleep and-”

“No!”
I yelled, but at the same time Uncle Tommy started smacking her butt again hard.

“I’m
not talking to you yet,
Alivia
.” He pointed at me and
looked back down to her, “You want to try again or should I take off my belt
first?”

She
reached back and held onto her bottom as if that would really stop him. “I
whispered… I teased her first…” she started bawling. She and I both knew Daddy
was going to be really upset with her.

“Now
it is your turn
Alivia
.” Uncle Tommy prompted me and
I looked up at him in surprise. She had just admitted her fault.

“I…
she just told you what she did,” I started to get worried then.
 
I realized the spanking I had gotten
from Uncle Matt was just the beginning.

“I
want you to tell Daddy what happened after that
Alivia
.”

“I,
uh, she… I was mad. I didn’t think. I called her a bad word and started to
fight with her.” I couldn’t look anywhere but the floor. I didn’t want to see
anyone or their opinion of me and my actions. I was so upset at myself for
letting her provoke me.

“What
am I going to do with you girls?” I didn’t have to look up. I could feel the
weight of his disappointment in Daddy’s words.

“Send
her away!” I muttered.

“Should
I send you away,
Livvy
?” Daddy asked softly.

“No.”
I pouted feeling my bottom lip push its way out against my wishes.

“Nobody
will be sent away. But, we will find a solution to this problem. Sara, go lay
over the arm of the loveseat, bottom high in the air.”

Sara
lifted her eyes to mine and turned to do his bidding. She moved slowly.
 
We both seemed to sense Daddy’s amiable
mood. He let her take her time and when she was in place he stood and unbuckled
his belt pulling it from its loops slowly, drawing out the seconds as long as
seemingly possible. When it was finally free he walked over to me… and handed
me the belt.

“Go
spank her.”

I
had barely gripped it when he put it in my hands so it felt to the floor at the
same time both she and I gasped. “No!”

“Yes.
Pick it up, now- and go spank her.” His voice was low and firm.

Big
fat tears quickly clouded my vision and I bent over trying to see the belt where
it had fallen. I felt it, grasped it loosely in my hand and walked over to
stand behind her. I was shaking and couldn’t see. I wiped my eyes. It didn’t do
a lot of good. She was right where he had told her, draped over the arm of the
couch her butt was already a good shade red from Uncle Tommy, and she was
sobbing.

I
wiped my eyes again and I could see everything she had. Our pretty dresses had
been removed at nap time, so we were both naked once again.

I
folded the belt the way I knew it had to be and I stood to the side. I could do
this.

And
then, I knew Daddy was going to make her do the same to me. He was smart. This
was awful. I would never ever fight with her again no matter what. I raised my
arm….

And
then dropped the belt on the floor, sobbing. I couldn’t do it. “I can’t Daddy…
ple-ase
.”

“Fine.
Stand up, Sara…. Lay down over the side,
Alivia
… Good
girl, Sara.” He congratulated her when she picked the belt up. “I guess you
know what to do. Spank her.”

Thuwap
! I was shocked to feel the belt crack down so
fast. I screamed out because I was caught off guard. I clamped down determined
not to make another noise. Two more excruciating slices came down with a wail
and then again the belt was thrown on the floor. I jumped up fast hands to my
bottom rubbing the welts already rising on my behind.

“That’s
it?” Daddy snorted and Dr. Ross laughed without reserve.

“I
can’t do it either,” she hung her head down like she was embarrassed.

I
wanted to gloat but didn’t dare.

“But
you want each other spanked?”

“Yes!”

“Yes.”

“But,
not enough to do it yourselves,” he said, shuffling stuff around on his desk.
After a moment he came to each of us with a scrap of paper and a pen. “Write
your name on the paper and the number of swats and I will do it.” He sat back
down as if the weight of the world were on his shoulders.

I
thought about it for a moment and wrote a number. I folded it in half and gave
it back to him. After Sara had done the same he opened both of them and grinned.
He passed the papers across the desk to the doctor. A grin spread across his
face as well.

Daddy
stood up and walked over to the couch. He bent down and picked up the belt.
“Come on Sara, you first, back over the arm.”

Sara
took a deep breath and looked at me very briefly. Her head went up a notch and
she went to him. Once she was bent over he took a moment to open her legs a bit
with his foot, the purpose I don’t know and then he lifted her bottom and
patted it.

That
was it. He raised his arm and brought it down with and awful crack. But it
didn’t stop, it moved very quickly back to the air and back down again.

Sara
was howling by the tenth stroke and I was glad I had only written twenty.
However, when he got to twenty-three I called out to him thinking he had
miscounted or forgotten what he was doing.

It
took him even a couple more to stop after I started calling him.

“Daddy,
Daddy- Stop. Stop, that is too many. I said twenty!”

“What
do you mean? I know you wrote twenty…” he looked at me as if I were nuts.

“But
you are at like twenty-five!”

“I
know, sweetie. Sara wrote one hundred. She has seventy-five more to go.”

“But
I thought-” I looked at the floor and shook my head. The doctor was laughing
and Sara was crying out that she meant for me as well. I finally looked at him
again and it sunk in. Sara had written one hundred for me. Daddy winked at me
and took his stand behind Sara again. Although now he didn’t just swing the
belt he lectured her about her vindictiveness in between strokes.

I
still didn’t want her to have that much of a spanking. I didn’t want to hear
her cry like that. But maybe Daddy would get through to her this way.

It
was awful just standing there. I wanted to run away but I didn’t want to get in
trouble either. I raised my hands to my ears. But, it did nothing to drown out
her sobbing, that belt slapping or Daddy’s lecturing. When it was finally over
Daddy directed her to stand in almost the same place as I had been. And he
motioned for me to get in position.

I
gripped my hands together under my belly. I was willing myself not to fight it…
not scream… it would be over with fast… I could do it.

Until
the first one landed… “
Aiyeee
!”

…and
then the next and each after. I cried and thrashed. Daddy had his free hand on
my lower back and it steady pushed down harder, holding me in place.

“You
girls will learn to get along. There is no reason for this to continue. If I
have to keep resolving your issues you two will not like it.”

When
he finally stopped I was a trembling mess. I didn’t want to get up. It felt
like my butt was bleeding but I knew from seeing Sara get the same belt that it
probably wasn’t. Daddy lifted me up and sat down on the loveseat. He pulled me
onto his lap for a hug and patted his other thigh for Sara. She was hesitant to
come to him, but did. He held us there together for a little while reminding us
that he wanted us to both be good girls. He petted us and rubbed our backs. He
made us promise to start trying to get along. Then he took both of our hands and
took us back to our rooms and tucked us in.

It
was a hard lesson learned, but I am sure I will never ever let her trip me up
again. And hopefully she will have learned her lesson a well.

Now,
in light of that whole situation, I have a bigger problem. I think I am truly
in love with Daddy.
 

Chapter 8

The
next couple days both took forever to end and flew by at the same time. There
was nothing very exciting that transpired enough that I should have to record
it here. I was miserably bored.

Well,
that is not the way I should describe it. I guess we just fell into a pattern,
a schedule. Except that Daddy had to leave town for a couple days on a business
trip. I don’t know why I am so drawn to him. The house just wasn’t the same
without him.

Oh,
the Uncles let us play in the pool and outside. We got to wear some of the
other new dresses and just be little girls. But without Daddy here there wasn’t
a chance of catching his eye.
 
That
silly wink he gives me, or of being hugged by him… I was very gloomy.

So,
when he came home three days later, I responded like any normal girl would.

I
hid. No, not really. I just stayed out of sight. I wanted so badly for him to
miss me and call me to him... to seek me out.
 
But at the same time I was afraid for
him to see how much I had missed him.

It
was during supper that Uncle Jeremy told us he would be home soon. I am sure
that is the fastest I ever ate. Not because I was hungry, but because I wanted
to get out of dodge. I finished just before he came strolling in from the door
off the kitchen. That door led to the garage. I was trying to find the best
place to be around but not noticeably so, when he arrived I took off for my
room.

I
was going crazy in there not knowing what was going on, not being able to see
him, when I heard him call out.

“Where
are my girls? Come see Daddy.”

I
had been kind of pacing but started looking around the room as if I should
hide. I don’t know why I was being so silly. It was weird the feelings that
came over me. I might have hidden under the bed if Uncle Chris hadn’t poked his
head in the door and told me to come out and say hi to Daddy.

I
followed him to the front room and sat on the edge of the couch, next to Erin.
Caity and Sara took their places across from us and Daddy started talking right
away.

“I
can’t believe nobody missed me or offered me a hug,” he held out his arms as if
he expected us to run right into them. Erin moved to do so and so did the other
girls. I wanted to… but I had this horrible weight inside. It was so different
after I decided I loved him. I couldn’t pretend anymore! I couldn’t pretend
that I had to do it.
 

I
got up and moved toward him slowly. But my cheeks were so warm I am sure they
were all red and he had to have known something was up because he didn’t just
hug me and let me go like the rest of the girls.

“Why
are you being so shy, Baby Girl?”

I
felt so small standing between his big knees, his arms held loosely around me.
Even with him sitting I was just at eye level with him. When I tried to look
away from his penetrating blue gaze he gripped my chin and tilted my face
toward him again. “Are you in trouble?”

“No…
I just want to be left alone.” I pulled my shoulders back trying to appear more
certain of myself. His eyes grew less severe and sparkled with laughter as he
pulled me close.

“Here
I am expecting to come home to some little girl love and all I get are these
sour pusses. I think I know how to fix it too…” He started to tickle me, his
fingers moved across my sensitive rib cage bringing about a fit of giggles
instantly. I couldn’t hold back when tortured so.

“Stop,
stop please!” I squirmed in his arms trying to get away but he very effectively
had me pinned. He had both of my small hands cupped together in one of his and
I was sprawled out on his lap begging for mercy. His free hand was wreaking
havoc on every ticklish spot I had, even the ones I didn’t know about like the
back of my thigh, at the top, where it meets my bottom.

“I
will cease... if you vow to love me forever… and give me a kiss right here…” he
tapped his finger to the plain of his cheek.

I
didn’t have to think about it. As soon as he released my wrists I sat up on his
thigh and leaned forward to place a kiss exactly where he had directed.

“Good
girl, now I shouldn’t have to force kisses and hugs out of you in the future…
or any of you.” He looked up at the other girls. “I have a couple things to do
while you get your baths done, but when you are done I have a surprise for all
of you.” He pressed a kiss to my temple before pushing me toward the girls and
heading to his office.