A Little Training (8 page)

“Yes,
you can because they don’t care. Now, be polite because this is Ellie’s first
time visiting with other little girls.”

I
finally looked at them as it sunk in that Daddy had said she was a little girl.
She was sitting right next to the man, tucked into his side. She looked a
little shy too but they had both laughed at me when I had spoken to Daddy. She
was quite a bit taller than me but had the same skinny fame. She had a cute
blue sundress on and a ponytail at the side of her head by her shoulder.

“Nice
to meet you,” I finally gave in as Sara, Caity and Erin were ushered in and sat
shyly on the couch across from the Ellie and Dr. Ross. It was obvious not one
of them wanted to be introduced to company either, but in turn, each of them was.

I
was very curious about Ellie. I wanted so badly to be left alone with her to
ask if she was in a program like ours before she got her Daddy. I thought I was
going to get my wish because Daddy said the girls could take Ellie to color if
they were going to be good girls. But, when I tried to shimmy away with them Daddy
told me that Dr. Ross was going to see me, and take care of my tummy ache.

The
Doctor stood with a very genuine smile and held his hand out to me. But, I felt
as though I were going to be fed to a wolf. When I seemed hesitant Daddy picked
me up as he stood and carried me to the exam room. Uncle Tommy was waiting in
there. I didn’t know what was going to happen but I was shaking for some reason
and started to cry right away.

“I
feel fine now… I don’t need the doctor…”

I
had very bad feelings about the whole exam room, the bright lights and the
three men. I had my arms wrapped around Daddy’s neck, my legs around his waist
and I was not letting go.

Daddy
easily pulled my arms from around his neck. “
Alivia
,
that is enough. Be a good girl for the doctor. He is here to help you feel
better.”

Uncle
Tommy must have pulled me from behind. I don’t know, but one minute I was still
holding onto Daddy and then they were setting me on the table. Daddy stepped to
the back keeping a hand on my arm and Dr. Ross came toward me. Uncle Tommy was
still there but I don’t know what he was doing.

“Ok,
honey, why are you afraid of me?” Dr. Ross tapped nose and then patted my head.
I brushed away from him and tried to shimmy closer to Daddy. “Have you always
been afraid of Doctors?” he left his hand on my foot. I pulled it back farther
out of his reach.

There
wasn’t anything scary about him. He seemed like a nice guy and as I write this
I think he was trying to calm me. He was really tall. I know I say that about
everyone. But he was taller. He was very tall and lanky, his long arms almost
gangly. He had short brown curly hair and bright smiley eyes.

“
Alivia
, baby,” Daddy put his mouth by my ear. “You can
either cooperate and make Daddy happy, or you can get a spanking, Daddy will
not be pleased, and the Doctor will still continue.”

When
he said that and I thought about how nice he was- he was rubbing my hair and
trying to help me calm down, I tried to relax as much as possible sitting on an
exam table, naked.

Uncle
Tommy came over to me and to me and pressed something into my ear, I heard a
click and he walked back over to the counter.

“
Alivia
, can you lie down and let me feel your tummy?” asked
the Doctor.

I
didn’t really have a choice, Daddy started to help me to lie down. “Relax…”
they both seemed to murmur.

“Please
just let me go,” I whimpered as large hands urged me backwards on the cold
plastic table.

“You
know what I think?” Dr. Ross said as his big warm fingers started to push and
prod around my belly. “I think you know why your tummy hurts. That is why you
don’t want to be in here. You know what it will take to make your tummy feel
better.”

I
was completely lost but he was looking at me as if I should know exactly what
he meant. He stopped feeling my belly and nodded to Uncle Tommy. I tried to
turn and see what he was doing.

“You
haven’t been going potty like you should. Perhaps you are embarrassed by
letting someone care for your needs? Well, you can’t do that. We will have to
help you today.”

It
took a minute to sink in. He didn’t mean…. I tried to get up, to run away, to
fight.

“No,
Please. Let me go,” I cried.

I
don’t know what happen but the more I wiggled well it didn’t do anything. One
minute I was on my back, trying to run away and the next I was flipped over on
my belly, not going anywhere. Instead of Daddy rubbing my hair, he was smacking
my butt—
hard
.

“You
will not fight the doctor. You will stay still and obey. I warned you, now you
will be worn out.”

Left
cheek, right cheek, and then middle. He punctuated each word with a hardy slap
until I was begging him to stop. And he didn’t stop until he was sure I was
ready. I tried to block but he quickly locked my hands at the small of my back
and held them there as if it were nothing.

“
Sto
-p… oh gosh…oh please…”“

“I
am not stopping until I know you are going to be a good girl, I’ve been nice,
and you have been naughty.” The fiery burning smacks kept falling. I kicked my
feet drumming them down on the table.

“
Ple-ase
…
ow-ieee
… I’ll be… good…
owch
”

I
was willing to agree to anything by the time he was done grilling my bottom.
When he finally stopped, he didn’t gather me up in his arms. He just stopped
swatting and let my hands fall to my sides.

“No
more nonsense, little girl, or I will start right back where I left off.”

I
lay there limp, miserable and ready to die. I forgot all about the doctor for
the briefest second, until my hips were raised so that my knees were under me
on the table.

I
tried to lift my torso and turn around but my back was pressed down so that my
head was left flat on the table my bottom raised vulgarly. I started to protest
and Daddy swatted my thigh wickedly. I screamed out but no one cared.

Shame
burned through me worse than the awful spankings. I squeezed my eyes shut. I
could hear them. Daddy had moved to the end of the table by my bottom. I knew
that they could see everything I had. This was that one part of the contract I
hadn’t understood. Now, it started to become clear.

I
felt a hand on my bottom and flinched. But it didn’t strike me, it just rested
there, high more like my lower back. It was somewhat comforting and I focused
on it.

I
heard their voices but dwelled really hard on tuning them out. There was a cold
wet touch as someone rubbed around my bottom hole. I started to cry and tried
to squirm away. I squeezed tightly trying to keep them out but they until I
relaxed again pushed a finger in a little bit anyway. It was truly dreadful but
not the worst of what was to come. The fingertip was removed and some type of
device was inserted.

I
tried to rock or thrust or push it out but they smacked my butt again right
where it was sore.

“
Livvy
, honey, we won’t be done until you stop fighting and
listen.” The hand on my bottom traveled up my back, Daddy was talking to me.

“Take
it out! Please take it out…”

“They
will take it out after they put the medicine in your tummy. You need to calm
down and let them do the medicine. Then you can get it out. Are you ready?” he
pushed strands of hair off of my forehead and kissed my brow.

“No,
no, no,” I begged.

“Yes.
 
Just relax,” he said as he ran his
fingers loosely over my back, caressing me. “Ok, it’s going to start.”

At
first I didn’t know what he was talking about and then I felt the oddest
feeling in my belly… a bubbly, cramping feeling. “No, no it hurts- stop. I
don’t want it… please!”

“A
couple minutes sweetie. In a couple minutes Daddy will take you in the bathroom
and help you to the potty. Then we will take it out.”

I
wanted it out. That was all I heard.

I
was not prepared for Daddy setting me on the potty, reaching between my legs
and pulling the tube thing out. It was terrible! All of that stuff coming out,
and he was right there. I pushed him away and I cried and cried. I was so
humiliated. But, he wouldn’t leave.
 
He said that daddies had to take care of their little girls. And he did.
He cleaned me up and he moved me to the bath tub and gave me a bath.

I
was too worn out to care that I was being bathed again. It was actually
comforting. It was Daddy this time. If only it were always him. The lavender
baby wash and the warm water made me drowsy. Either that or just going through
the whole ordeal, but I was so sleepy that I could hardly keep my eyes open. I
think I had cried everything I had to cry. I never ever wanted to go through
that again.

After
Daddy toweled me off he carried me out to the front room and held me in his
arms in the chair. I think the doctor was still talking to Uncle Tommy for a
little while. When Daddy had carried me through I think they were taking Caity
to the exam room. That poor girl was in for the same thing. Were all the girls?
I don’t know because I must have fallen asleep in Daddy arms.

I
woke up on my tummy in my soft cozy pink bed. The girls were in their beds and
it was light outside the window. I didn’t want to be awake. I didn’t want my
bottom to ache the way it did. I didn’t want to remember what they had put in
my bottom and how it had all come out. I tried not to think, to just go back to
sleep.

But
then I slowly realized what must have woken me. Someone was being spanked. I
knew that sound by now.
 
A girl was crying
out but all the girls were in their beds.
 

I
scooted to the edge of the bed trying not to sit on my sore bottom. I crept
quietly out of the room.

As
I got closer it was altogether different. It was a different girl—Ellie. They
were still there. There was a different sound. I couldn’t see it at first,
where the sound was coming from I mean. Then I moved a bit farther down the
hall, I was hiding at the end, peeking from around the corner. I saw that the
Doctor was spanking his little girl, Ellie, with a wooden paddle.

That
odd sound was not the normal fleshy slap but a hard thud from the wood and each
one would bring a new cry and babble from Ellie.

What
had she done to deserve a spanking while she was here? The other girls had all
been in bed.

“What
are you doing
Alivia
? Hiding…” Uncle Jeremy came up
behind me in the hall and scared me to death. I hadn’t heard him come up behind
me. “If you want to watch you could just go sit on the sofa.” He reached down
and took my hand. When I resisted him, he went on, “I’m just teasing.
 
Come have a snack. You didn’t eat any
breakfast or lunch.”

My
stomach was a bit hungry and gurgled just then in case I wasn’t aware of its
state. I followed him slowly, head down. I didn’t want to look at the scene
going on in the front room open to us as we walked right beside. As I passed
behind the long couch and came to the end Daddy beckoned me from his chair.

“
Livvy
, you are awake? Come here, Baby.” He held out his arm
to me. It was with mixed feelings that I released Uncle Jeremy’s hand and went
to Daddy. As soon as I was in his arms reach he curled his arms around me
enveloping me in his hold and tugging me onto his lap.

I
wanted to be there. But, I was overwhelmed again with tears. It was so
confusing. I was still so humiliated…

“You
are having a bad day aren’t you, Baby Girl?” Daddy started to caress my hair,
combing it with his fingers. “It will be better now.”

I
kept my face buried in his shirt. And even though one ear was pressed to his
shoulder and he was pressing his face to my cheek talking in the other.
 
There was still a spanking going on in
the background. I half wanted to turn and look and I half wanted to bury my
head in the chair behind Daddy to block it out. It sounded as if it were
drawing to an end.

“Trace,
she hasn’t eaten yet. I’ve got a snack for her,” Uncle Jeremy came back for me.

“Oh,
you better go eat, Baby.” Daddy slid me to the floor.

I
went towards the kitchen with one last glance toward the pink upturned bottom.
The paddle was not in use anymore. It seemed the doctor had softened up and was
using his palm. He was asking her direct questions concerning respect as I ran
off.

Uncle
Jeremy had cut up some apples had peanut butter to dip them in- and lo and
behold there was a small glass of chocolate milk next to them.
Mmmmm
.

I
sat there eating and day dreaming a bit I suppose. I didn’t want to think about
the awful scene that had taken place that day, but aside from that… could I be
happy here?

I
wondered if there were no other little girls, if I were the only one… I mean if
I was Daddy’s only little girl, would things be a little different? Was it just
hopeful thinking or was it like he spent extra time with me? Perhaps I didn’t
see the extra time he spent with each of the other girls.