A Little Training
Authors: Abbie Adams
A Little
Training
By
Abbie
Adams
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A Little
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Chapter 1
I
keep looking at these blank pages not knowing where to begin. I can’t believe I
have been given such a luxury as this beautiful notebook full of blank writing
paper- and a place to keep it. I should probably back up. I was excited when
the playroom was opened to us. Well, all of us but Sara. She was not allowed in
because she was in trouble but I guess that is another story.
We
were so excited to finally be able to explore the dreamy playroom. There was an
area for playing with baby dolls or stuffed animals, a huge doll house, and an
arts and crafts station. But best of all there was a place for playing school
or office, with desks, a chalk board, books and paper. That was where I found
the beautiful notebook and pens. Of course, I immediately claimed it as my own.
I hugged it to my chest afraid one of the other two girls would want to take it
from me.
I
knew Erin wouldn’t have been so mean. But Caity was spiteful, just like Sara.
Thankfully, Sara wasn’t around and Caity was busy checking out the dollhouse. I
no longer wanted to do anything but find a corner and hide with the note book
and write until my heart was content. But, I was afraid that was never to
happen at least not here.
If
I started to pay too much attention to the book or writing in it, surely the
other girls would want to see what I was doing and read it. If I did write in
it where could I hide it? There were cameras in every room. I knew I couldn’t
hide from Daddy or the men. Perhaps I could ask him. It wasn’t something bad I
wanted, I just wanted a place to release my pent up thoughts and emotions.
It
wasn’t like Daddy was showing me favoritism, but in a way he had. I can’t
believe how much easier it has gotten to call him that. His name is Trace, but we—I
mean, we girls –are only allowed to call him Daddy. I know I should
probably start at the beginning. I’m getting there I swear. Crap, I’m not
allowed to swear either.
So,
I knew I didn’t dare write anything here unless I had a plan in place to hide
it. I wanted to so badly that I finally got up the courage to go right to Daddy.
He
was in his office. The door wasn’t closed all the way, so I assumed it was ok
and knocked softly. He was so intimidating sitting there behind his massive
mahogany desk. He is a large man anyway and I am very small at five feet one
inch. I think he may be almost six and a half feet tall. He definitely makes me
feel very childish even without having to spank me.
He
seemed a bit surprised to see me and even a bit happy. I don’t know if I can
begin to explain the way it made me feel. He called me in and gestured for me
to come to him.
“Hi,
Baby Girl. Come here.” He reached for me and pulled me up on his lap and folded
me into his arms. “What is the matter? I thought you would be playing. You
girls seemed so happy to be allowed in the playroom.”
I
snuggled into his chest enjoying the embrace. It was odd that it could be like
this under the circumstances. The spicy scent of his aftershave filled my nose
and combined with his lips at my temple, I was a bit overcome. I felt safe,
loved and even like I belonged there. It was very confusing considering the
fact that I knew I would not be able to stay with him.
“What’s
that you have there?” his question brought me back to why I had sought him out.
I relaxed my hold on the spiral bound book and held it out so he could see it.
I
sniffled. “It’s a notebook, like a journal. I found it in the playroom.”
I looked at his sharp steel blue eyes as
he looked at the book. “I wanted to have it… to write my private thoughts in.
I love to write.”
He
looked at me with a puzzled expression. “Everything in the playroom is for you
girls. If you want it, it’s yours.”
I
don’t know why it was so hard for me, but I couldn’t help it. I started crying
like a big baby. Daddy rubbed my hair and my back and finally tipped my head
back and demanded I explain whatever it was I was trying to say. And it still
wouldn’t come out.
“
Alivia
, enough. Say what it is, that is bothering you. Did
you get in trouble?” his voice was very low and stern and I couldn’t help but
squirm. I hadn’t done anything, but his voice and the memory of the times I had
already been over his knee were enough to make my butt tingle.
“No.
I just… It’s just that I don’t have a place of my own and I wanted to make sure
it was ok… and I don’t want the other girls to try to take it and read it.” I
sighed, hoping I had said it all the way I meant it.
“Oh,
I see.
You are afraid of others reading
it? That is fine. I will tell the girls that from now on, your beds are off limits
to each other, and if you pick out a desk in the playroom that will be off limits
too, ok?”
I
thanked Daddy right away for his concession. But, now that I am back here
writing this all out, I am thinking it may not be enough. I should be really
happy I got what I wanted but somehow I am not. I just don’t trust either one—Sara
or Caity. I know there are cameras in the rooms but really the guys are
watching for bigger issues than someone trying to read my journal.
I
am thinking now that if I can get up enough courage I will ask Daddy if I can
keep it somewhere in his office. I am surprised that he didn’t say anything
about reading it. Him, I mean. I was afraid that if he allowed me to keep a
journal he would demand to read it. We really don’t have any privacy. Look how
long it has taken us to be allowed clothes.
Oh
right. I still have to tell you all of that. I guess I should go all the way
back to the beginning. But, where is the beginning?
Well,
there are different ways you could come to be here, as one of the girls I mean.
I don’t know how you get to be one of the men that work here. But the girls—some
are here by choice, like me and Erin. And some are here because they have to be.
Well everyone has somewhat of a choice.
I
will try to explain as best I can, although some of it is not clear to me. Daddy—or
Trace—has some kind of a business to train us to be little girls, for men
who like grown-up little girls. I know, even though some people might think
this is strange, to be honest—even if it is confusing—I like some
aspects of it. I surely do not like being spanked and I don’t like… wait—I
am not going there.
Now,
back to how I got to be here. It all started with an ad. I know so cliché right?
Well, my mom is a waitress and has always worked at a small town bar and
restaurant that features the best pizza in the county. Since she works so much
I pretty much raised my little brother. It’s pretty typical of this situation
that you would think I would be dying to get a fancy college degree and not be
like my mother… but somehow I missed the intelligent gene pool by a country
mile. I don’t know who my father is, if he was smart or not, or if I even have
the same father as my brother.
Now
Wes, he is a genius. Well, I don’t know that for sure but in my book he is. He
was the valedictorian, so maybe he got all the brainy bits in our family. I
have always been a dreamer, I mean seriously. I don’t know what a goal is. The
only thing I have ever wanted was to find a way to pay for my brother’s
college. But, dang I really didn’t want to have to get a job. I mean really!
Then
I found the ad. Six months of training. Six months to find placement. Three
years with a Daddy. Fifty-thousand dollars. No Kidding. That is the short of
it. The contract I signed, well I don’t think words could describe it. I
essentially gave up the rights to my body for the next four years.
Now,
there are other ways you can come here—like Sara. She was headed to
prison for embezzling and was given this as an option. I don’t know all the
details. I just know that she has to basically serve her time here instead. I
think Caity is here for something like prison too. Erin is here like me, for
the money.
Now
when I first came it was nothing like I expected. I don’t think it was for any
of us. This is a new thing and we are the first girls, so we all came on the
same day.
Of
course mom and Wes were mad at me for what I had done but once I signed the
papers there was no turning back. Not that I really wanted to at that point. I
was still curious.
