A Little Training (13 page)

Erin
and I started talking at the same time wondering what the surprise could be. We
hurried to the bathroom anxious to get it over with and find out what he was
talking about. It is odd that slowly I had started to get used to being bathed
by the men. And most of the time I was bathed at the same time as Erin. Only a few
times, it had been one of the other two. How had I so quickly grown used to
being bathed with another girl and by a man?

And
yet most of the time I even found it relaxing to be washed, to have my hair
washed. I was used to being naked now even though we had been allowed dresses
for a few days. The worst part of bathing was that one day when right before my
bath, Uncle Tommy put me on the table in the bathroom. He made me lay down so I
knew I wasn’t going to like whatever it was no matter what.

I
started to protest—no to beg—I knew by now that fighting would get
me nowhere. So, I probably sounded like a fool.
 
Evidently, begging will get you nowhere
here either. Uncle Tommy rolled me to the side so fast I thought I was going to
fall off of the table and he swatted my butt three times. Smack, smack, smack.

“You
are not going anywhere until I am done so stay still and be a good girl. You
don’t want to get a real spanking first, do you?” I was flat on my back again
before I knew it. He was standing over me with his dark dangerous eyes narrowed
on me.

“No…
I… be… good.” I wanted to curl up with my pillow and hide. Somehow my thumb
found its way into my mouth. I tried to talk around it, “
Wha
’
re you
gōn
do?”

“I
am just going to shave you. It won’t hurt at all. If you sit still I will get
done faster.”

He
lifted my hips and put a towel under my bottom. I whimpered as he picked my
feet up, bent my knees and set my feet down again closer to my booty. Then he
pressed my knees open to the sides so that my
coochie
was wide open. “Relax your legs apart,
Livvy
.”

“I
dōn
wanna
…” I cried,
pulling my arm up across my eyes. He laid a warm washcloth on my private and
walked away. When he came back and removed it a minute or so later I asked him
why he had to shave me when we had the laser thing done. He explained that we
were going to have to have more of the treatments before it would work
completely. And, that we had to wait a couple weeks in between the treatments.
I didn’t know which idea is worse, being shaved every couple days, or having
more of the laser treatments.

But
anyway, back to the day Daddy came home. It was a normal bath day and Erin and
I were washed up really fast. She had her hair brushed and we both had
beautiful princess night gowns that had a ruffle at our ankles. I loved them. I
loved feeling so pretty. Of course my hair was never able to be brushed right
quick in the bathroom like the other girls. I was sent to the family room as
usual and somebody came to sit in there with me and brush it because it took so
long.

It
seemed like forever that we had to wait while the other girls had their baths
and Daddy was doing whatever it was.
 
Erin and I tried to be patient and color. I wanted to know what the
surprise was so much so, that I was almost ill.

“Where
is everyone? Are they still in the bath?” Daddy finally appeared in the family
room. He must’ve taken a shower too. He had changed into black silky shorts and
a white t-shirt and his hair was damp and tousled wildly about his head.

Erin
and I had both jumped up and gone to him, when Caity came running down the hall.
“Nu-uh. We’re coming now!”

“Ok
come on,” he led us back down the hall where Sara joined us.

We
were all squealing and begging him to tell us and were all the way to the dining
room when he finally did, but by then we could have guessed for ourselves.
Uncle Jeremy had already begun to prepare according to Daddy plans. There were
ice cream bowls at each of our places.

“I
just couldn’t wait to get home and have ice cream and cuddle with some little
girls and watch a movie.”

I
do not have any reason to explain what happened.
 
Perhaps it was that my stomach was all
twisty, because I really like ice cream and I should have been happy at a
chance to snuggle… But a burst of rotten words poured from my lips without
thought or filter.

“That’s
it? I wanted a surprise. I thought you had a surprise,” I think I crossed my
arms over my chest and maybe even stuck out my pouty lip.

Daddy’s
Happy-to-be-Home-Face slid right off. It was replaced by Stern-Meanie-Face.

“
Alivia
Rose, go find a corner right now.” He pointed into
the front room.

I
was so mad! At myself for messing up, at him for not realizing I had just made
a stupid mistake, and at the other girls for seeing me make that stupid
mistake. I took off running, but I didn’t go to the front room for a corner. I
was going to my room, to my bed, but somehow I passed it… so I ended up on the
stairs, on my landing- sort of in a corner. Looking outside, crying and trying
to figure out how I had been so stupid.

I
liked ice cream, really I did! But, somehow I had expected something different.
I wasn’t trying to be unthankful or bratty. I didn’t want to make Daddy mad. I
wanted to watch a movie with him! I really didn’t want him to be upset with me.
Now, I just wanted to go find someplace to hide or run away.

I
was contemplating my options, which were very slim when I heard him on the
stairs behind me. I hurriedly sat down in the corner and tucked myself into a
ball so he couldn’t see me. I didn’t want to talk to him. What I wanted didn’t
seem to matter. He pulled me up by my forearm, and stood me in front of him as
he sat down on the steps the same way he had the last time he came to my little
landing.

“In
the future, when I say to go to the corner, I mean where I can see you,
understand?” he pulled my thumb out of my mouth and pulled my chin toward him.

I
nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

“What
do you have to say for yourself,
Alivia
?” His tanned
face turned just the slightest bit. His eyes were hard and weary and I knew he
was disappointed in me.

A
fresh wave of guilt tore through me and burst out in a flood of tears and
excuses. “It was just stupid! I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking, I like ice cream… I
just thought it was going to be something else. I don’t know what.
 
Please don’t be mad at me.”

“I
am not mad,
Alivia
Rose, I am disappointed. I thought
it would make you girls happy. So, even though I was tired, I made an extra
stop on my way home to pick up the ice cream. You acted like a brat.”

My
chin dropped to my chest, tears falling like rain off a tin roof in the spring
thaw. “I know. I’m so
sor
-ry.”

“I
am glad that you are sorry.” He caught my hand and pulled me forward, and for
an instant I thought he was going to hug me….

Until
I felt his muscled thighs under my belly. “That means you understand why you
are getting this spanking.”

My
silky nightgown was scooted up my back and over my bottom, as if it would have
provided and protection. I had just put my hands down on the stairs to brace myself
when the first clap of his huge hand landed on the middle of my bottom with a
terrible splat.

“
Owch
!” I couldn’t help but cry out. I never can help it.

I
don’t know if he left his ice cream and was in a hurry to get back to it or
what, but he was laying into me fast and furious and he hadn’t even seemed that
mad. I was thrashing and sobbing from the beginning.

“I
didn’t mean it… I’m
sor-ry
!”

“You
will have to learn what is appropriate and what is not. There will be no more
pouting and throwing fits.”

Each
word seemed to be punctuated with a strategically placed smack. It seemed like
a long time but I am sure it was over relatively quickly. It was probably one
of the shortest spankings I have received yet. Well, if you don’t count the
spanks I got from Uncle Chris, before the twenty I got from the belt for the
bit with Sara, but the belt was a lot more severe. I still had marks on my
bottom from it.

Anyway, Daddy stood me right up after. I danced
and hopped from foot to foot rubbing my bottom. I am sure that I smelled smoke.
My butt was on fire. I could hardly concentrate on all that he was saying.

“Because I think you were truly sorry, I am not
going to make you go to bed now and miss the movie. But you are going to miss
out on the ice cream. You are going to go downstairs and put your nose in the
corner behind my chair in the dining room until everyone is done with their ice
cream, then you may get out and go in the family room. Next time you throw a
fit like this you will get a spanking and miss everything that is planned. Now
let’s go.”

“C-can I-I - just go to bed p-please?” I didn’t
want to see the other girls again that day.

Daddy was looking down at me oddly as he held my
hand down the stairs and then in the hall. Finally he shook his head and told
me, “No.” He stopped in the bathroom on the way to the dining room and ran a
warm washcloth over my face.

“
Ple-ase
, I jus wan go
bed.” Somehow my thumb was in my mouth again.

“No, you are going to wait in the corner. Then
you are going to watch a movie with me. Now scoot.” He swatted my butt, it
wasn’t hard but I shot into motion. I think the girls were mostly done. I
wasn’t in the corner for long.

“
Livvy
, go sit on the
sofa in the family room.”

I didn’t have to be told again. I hurried there
and got comfortable on the one end, curled on my side. I didn’t want to watch
the movie with them. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to go to bed. I was so mad
at myself, so mad at everyone else. Why did everything have to be so confusing?

“Why are you sucking your thumb? That is so
gross. Besides, they want little girls not babies.” Caity sat down across from
me on the other end of the corner sofa and started talking to me, dragging me
away from my own thoughts. I hadn’t even realized I was doing it again. I
pulled the unwanted appendage from my lips and shoved my fists between my
thighs. Dang it.

“I don’t know. It just happens. Leave me alone.”
I curled my head down to my knees to block her out.

“I was just asking, so chill.”

Uncle Tommy came in right after that. He sat
down next to me and pulled me over to sit on his lap. I should have known it
was my hair, but I had forgotten that it hadn’t been brushed out yet. He
started in and I wanted to be good, I really did. I didn’t cover my head or
pull away. I just cringed and cried, but I wasn’t loud… I just couldn’t stop
the tears from falling.

“
Alivia
, what are you
doing?” Daddy had just come in the room. I heard him talking but I hadn’t
turned my head or looked at him until then. I wasn’t doing anything. I was getting
my hair ripped out, again- The story of my life.

“N-nothing…”

“Why are you crying? Come here, I’ll do it
Tommy.” He sat down in the huge recliner and held his hand out to me. “Come
here.”

Why couldn’t I just disappear somewhere like I
wanted? I went slowly to him wiping my eyes on the shoulder of my nightgown on
the way. The arm he held out to me snaked around my hip to curl around me and
pull me into his arms, onto his lap. “Why are you still crying?”

“I just
wanna
go to
bed.” I hid my face in his chest.

“No, you are staying here. Why do you want to go
to bed?”

“Because everyone is mad at me… I was bad… I don’t…
wanna
watch movie.”

Daddy pulled my thumb out of my mouth again,
when had it gotten there? “Nobody is mad at you. You did a naughty thing, you
said sorry, you got your spanking and it is done. It is over. You are
forgiven.” He kissed my temple. “It’s done, ok? You are a good girl now.” He
rubbed my arms and kissed my forehead. He tipped my chin back. “Do you hear me?
It’s over.” He tried to run his fingers through my hair but grimaced when they
got caught in the tangles. “We still need to take care of this bird’s nest don’t
we?”

“No!” I started to get upset again after just
starting to feel better. “It hurts… please don’t.”

Daddy kissed me on the nose and turned me around
on his lap so he could see the back of my head. He called to Caity to bring the
brush that Uncle Tommy had left there. He started out at the bottom slowly. I
was pretty sure I was going to die. My head had been screaming earlier when
Uncle Tommy had been brushing it.

The movie was finally started. And surprisingly
I was almost lulled to sleep by the soft motion of Daddy brushing my hair. He
had to keep sitting me back up straight as I started to get tired and lean to
the side. When he was done I couldn’t believe it. I combed my fingers through
thinking he must surely have left all the snarls underneath. But, I couldn’t
find any.