A Little Training (5 page)

He
just told me to stop it and pulled the comb through a small section anyway.
But, then he must have realized it was hopeless and gave up. He walked back to
the counter and set the comb down only to come back with the crotch cream.

“I
don’t need it! I’m fine now…”

He
ignored me and pushed me down on the table. I really wanted to fight. But knew
it wouldn’t help anyway. So, again I found myself laid out on that blasted
table with my legs spread wide open. The more I think about it, he didn’t seem
turned on by me or what he was doing in the least. I might as well be a little
girl and this is just a job to him.

He
covered me in cream and tugged me into a sitting position, then turned to put
the cream away and wash his hands.

Uncle
Tommy is the smallest of the men, but he is still large. I think he is more of
a wiry muscular type. He has a more brownish hair that frames his face. His
face is very stern most of the time his eyes are small and brown. He isn’t like
awful, I suppose… but he is by far the sternest. Well, except Daddy.

“Go
ahead, I will come tackle your hair later.” He finally released me.

I
tried to take the towel with me but he tugged it away.

“I’m
cold.” I don’t know where I had any courage to argue with him. But, it didn’t
matter. He didn’t give in.

“You
won’t be- the heat is on, now go on.”

I
was dismissed, as simple as that. I wasn’t cold, the bathroom had heated
lights. But, I really did want a blanket or something. I hated being naked.

In
the hallway I could see Caity sitting at the table. She was crying and it
looked like she was trying to eat. It seemed as if she was having a hard time
sitting. Daddy must have left the table and was just coming back. He sat down and
said- “You’re doing a good job now. Wouldn’t it have been a good idea to have just
eaten it in the first place?”

“She
got spanked.” Sara came out of our room and stopped by me. It was almost like she
was gloating. She is weird like that. It occurred to me then that I was
standing there watching and didn’t want to be. I headed to the family room and
Sara followed me.

“Erin
is the only one now who hasn’t gotten it.”

“What
is wrong with you?” I turned to see a smug grin on her face. I wanted to just
punch her and I have never felt violent toward anyone before.

“I
was just stating a fact. Don’t get you panties in a wad, princess.” She
flounced into the huge family room and grabbed a magazine off a table by the
book shelves. Another dirty look was cast my way while she flung herself onto
the loveseat.

My
blood was boiling. I definitely didn’t need a blanket anymore. What I needed
was a fire extinguisher. She was in the same place as we were, how could she
want us to be hurt? I hated her instantly. As is normal for me, I couldn’t form
my feelings into any words or actions. I had planned to sit on the couch and
wait for the movie, now there was no way I wanted to sit in there with her.

I
spun around, to do what I don’t know, but Uncle Tommy and Erin were on their
way towards us. For a split-second I wondered if they heard her, but he called
to Sara that it was time for her bath. And she left giving me another nasty
look in parting.

“What
is that about?” Erin asked me when they had cleared the bathroom door. I
decided to go on into the family room since the problem had left.

“She
is a Bitch, that’s all.” I made my way to the book case.

“
Shhh
.” Erin gestured to the hall where Uncle Matt was
heading our way. “You better be careful.” She lowered her voice to a whisper
and leaned my way.

I
sat down at a small table that had crayons and a few coloring books laid out. It
was like a coffee table without chairs so that we could just sit on the floor,
and again the carpet was so soft. It seemed childish to color, but I loved to
paint- and anything else crafty. I used to color with Wes all the time. Yes, I
could do coloring, it would pass the time.

I
motioned for Erin to join me and she did. I couldn’t imagine how or why Sara
didn’t like her. She seemed so sweet and innocent. “Sara doesn’t like us.” I
whispered to her.

I
looked up quickly because Uncle Chris had walked in the room. I was worried at
first that they had seen the whole thing with Sara on the cameras or heard me
swear. But he had a comb in his hand.

“OK,
Alivia
, we need to get your hair combed.” He held out
his hand to me.

God,
how I hate my hair! It may or may not be something that actually makes me act a
bit childish. I put my hands over my head. “No, I can do it. Just leave me
alone.”

Thankfully
he didn’t react the way he could have. He just laughed and caught my hand and
tugged me toward the couch. Where he sat down and pulled me to sit between his
legs. The first couple swipes of the comb were not that bad but the next few
had me cringing. Have I told you how much I hate having my hair combed? How
snarly it gets? How sensitive my head is?

I
might have started to stomp my foot… and grab at my head and the comb…. “Stop!
Stop! Please… you are killing me.” I cried. I really was trying.

Thankfully,
Daddy came in.

And
I didn’t get in trouble.

“Stop,
Chris, let me.
 
You obviously don’t
know what you are doing. You can’t start from the top like that, you have to
start at the bottom.” He reached for the comb and gestured for me to sit with
him in the chair. “Come here
Livvy
-”

I
was thankful he stopped Uncle Chris from torturing me, however I didn’t really
trust him with my head either, and I might have started to protest….
 
“No, please can I just do—”

“Stop
whining and get your butt over here.” He had his hand out to me and as soon as
I was in reach he smacked my bare bottom. “I will not put up with that, little
girl.”

I
sat down fast. I didn’t want to anger him. He started right in combing and
aside from a little tugging there wasn’t any really painful pulling. I couldn’t
believe it. It took a while and it was almost pleasant. I was sitting there
between his thighs where it was warm and cozy. It was nice to have the contact
that wasn’t punishing. I almost didn’t want it to end. It was hard to stay
stiff and straight for a long time, so I started to relax and lean into his
thigh. I was reminded of him holding me after he had spanked me.

I
didn’t want to be spanked again but if I had to do it to be held like that
again… well I might have to think about it. I was feeling rather drowsy as they
started the movie
Beauty and the Beast
.
Uncle Tommy brought Daddy a ponytail holder and he French braided my hair so it
wouldn’t be so tangled the next day. I felt kind of spoiled. When he was done Daddy
lifted me up the rest of the way on his lap and let me sit there. It was weird.

I
knew I shouldn’t like it. So, I stayed rigid for a while. I was just getting tired
of sitting that way when Daddy lifted me up and set me down in the chair
without him. He left the room and didn’t come back. I felt kind of cold and
empty then. I wished I had snuggled into him and fallen asleep.

I
wished I could just pretend I was a little girl, his little girl or whatever
that meant. Would it really be so bad? But that is the thing.
 
The contract said there is a placement
with a Daddy.
 
That meant I couldn’t
start getting used to it here. This is just the beginning. And then I will only
be with the Daddy for three years. What if I fell in love with him and he didn’t
want me anymore. That is probably why it is only three years, because then you
don’t look young anymore.

When
we were put to bed that first night I had a lot on my mind.

I
didn’t wake up feeling optimistic. In fact, after another round with Uncle
Tommy and the crotch cream I left the bathroom depressed. Upon clearing the
hallway I was assaulted by the aroma of fresh brewed coffee and the realization
that I had to face the next three years and three hundred and sixty-four days
without coffee was just too much for me to handle.

I
fell on the floor right there in a full out-knock-down-drag-out-temper-tantrum.
I was kicking my legs and screaming the walls down. My second only,
temper-tantrum of my life and both were the result of caffeine withdrawals.

Of
course, you would think somebody would have pity on me and hook up an IV or
give in and fill me a cup. But not there…. I am telling you Uncle Tommy is the
world’s biggest and cruelest meanie. He must have come right out of the
bathroom behind me.

He
picked me up and started walloping my butt. I was only supported in standing by
his thigh which he had thrust out to toss me over. And no matter how much I
kicked or swung trying to get away, he kept me there pushed over his thigh with
his left arm locking me into place. His right arm just took to my tail as if it
were the normal thing to do. I think the girls walked right by me to the table
like there was nothing abnormal about the scene.

I
was crying and begging him to stop, but he was having none of it. Each swat
seemed to reverberate through my backside and multiply. I am sure these things,
spankings that is get worse each time and not easier.

The
same as I don’t think I could have stopped or controlled the coffee induced- or
should I say the lack of coffee induced tantrum- I couldn’t seem to control the
words that came from my mouth during that awful
bunn
-burning
time.

“
Owie
! I… didn’t…
och
… pleas… I
just fell…
sto
-p!”

“What
did you just say?” He stopped swatting and if I had had any coffee in my system
I would have been able to think and wouldn’t have continued…

“I
didn’t… throw a fit… I just fell… please don’t spank me again!”

The
low rumbling of his laughter would have been my first clue that he didn’t
believe me, if his hand wouldn’t have fallen again on my poor aching bottom
first.
 
“Do you always start yelling
‘I want some fucking coffee,’ when you fall?”

A
thunderous me lay of burning swats rained down on my already abused backside. I
tried to beat on his back or anything to make him stop but it was useless.

“Answer
me,
Alivia
, do you always yell like that when you
fall?” He slapped at my sit-spots as he asked.

I
don’t know how he expected me to answer him.
 
“
Ooooh
hooo
hooo
… I, no! I just wanted you
to stop… I’m sorry!”

“So
you lied?” he wasn’t spanking me then, but I knew where the question was
headed.

“Please…
no…” I had stopped fighting by then.

He
stood me up and I was so relieved… until he moved to sit on the arm of the
couch right behind him. He pulled me to stand in front of him and looked at me
sternly. I know my face must have been swollen to three times its normal size.

“You
have to understand that lying, swearing and temper tantrums are not acceptable.
I cannot imagine that you would lie down on the floor and act like that
anywhere else? The swearing, if that is something normal to you, we are going
to break that habit. And the lying is not going to happen, understood?”

I
quickly nodded my head hoping that the lecture was the end of. I even added
“yes sir” for good measure. But, like I said before there isn’t a shred of
decency in Uncle Tommy.

“I
am glad you understand me, now you are going to think about it.” And he pulled
me back over his lap and started a whole new pattern on my ass—I mean
behind
.

And
when he was done- it still wasn’t. He led me to the same corner that Caity had
been in last night and I had to stand there almost the whole time everyone ate.

I
hated the corner. I thought I would go mad. Perhaps I am already. For one thing
it is awful to not have anything to wipe your eyes or your nose on, I’m sure
you really want to know this, but it is most dreadful. I didn’t even have any
clothes to wipe my face on.
  
And
my bottom… I prayed it would just fall off. Really it was the worst.

Ok,
perhaps not. But, it was so truly dreadful, like molten lava, it just keeps
renewing itself. You know I heard once that if you burn yourself bad enough you
won’t even feel it because it kills the nerves. Well, there truly can’t be such
a thing, because I had to have the worst degree of burns!

I
had resolved that I was never going to speak again—at least, not for
three years and three hundred and sixty-four more days anyway. When Uncle Tommy
called me away from the corner, I wanted out… I just didn’t want to face him
again.

He
pulled out a chair and my heart dropped! Thankfully he sat in it and pulled me
onto his lap instead of across it. When his arms came around me I stayed as
stiff as could be. I was not going to forgive him. If anyone was going to
comfort me, I wanted it to be Daddy.