A Little Training Read Free

Of
course, I wasn’t concerned at whether or not they thought I was naughty.
    But,
he did however bring my thoughts to the fact that the other girls were going to
go through this too. This was all a part of what I signed up for. And it was a
part of the fifty-thousand dollars that would pay Wes’ way to becoming a
doctor. If I had to let someone wipe my butt, I would do it.
    I
pulled my arm up to my face to cover my eyes. I could pretend… I could be an
ostrich. If I couldn’t see him then… he couldn’t see me? I don’t know but I
cried as much as I peed it seemed. I nearly jumped from my skin when I felt a
cool wipe down there, separating my lips, cleaning me so intimately. He had
asked me if I was ready, but… it is hard to be prepared for that.
    I
nearly took off running out of there when he was done but his voice drew me
back. “ Alivia , get back here and wash your hands,
little girl.”
    My
face was burning. I always wash my hands when I go to the bathroom. How could I
forget now? How embarrassing. I felt so childish being reprimanded like that. I
was much more reserved after I washed my hands. I waited while he finished
drying his own. This time he chucked me under the chin like a child, took my
hand in his and headed for the living room we had passed on the way to the
bathroom.
    Erin
was already there tucked in the corner of the couch. I sat by her and looked
around in awe. From what I had seen of the house at that point it was huge and
beautiful. Now that I have been here longer and seen more, I can only add that
it is even more so.
    This
living room (I will call it the front room) sat open and centered to the whole
home around it. There were two huge couches facing each other divided by a
fancy area rug. To the left sat an enormous man sized chair, and to the right
was a built in bookshelf and entertainment center. I was sitting on the couch
facing the door to Daddy’s office and the front door. Behind me was the
bathroom, hallway, and a mass of other rooms I didn’t know then, and so I shall
tell you later.
    It
was while I was sitting there checking things out that the first altercation
was occurring. It took a minute for it to sink in but I was hearing loud
wailing and slapping sounds. It was muffled but I could make out the girl
crying—begging someone to stop and saying she would be good.
    Caity,
the Mexican looking girl was lead to the living room and sat down across from
me. And the crying carried on. Erin was the quiet girl next to me so that just
left Sara. It seemed to go on forever that awful crying and pleading blending
in with the sound of smacking, and occasionally I could hear the low murmur of
a male voice.
    Erin
was literally shaking next to me. I didn’t know who I felt worse for in that
moment—Sara for being spanked, or Erin for being so afraid. Of course, I
was afraid too, but hardly had time to process it because Trace came into the
room from his office and sat in the large chair at the side of the couches.
    “Good
morning, girls.” His gaze traveled over each of us.
    I
know when I met with him and signed the papers I had been attracted to him. I
mean who wouldn’t be—he was gorgeous! He was tall, and built like someone
worked out regularly. I couldn’t really guess his age, maybe early thirties. He
had longer wavy blond hair, blue eyes and his voice—it was his low,
confident, authoritative—that really sucked me in.
    “I
see someone is in trouble already first thing this morning. Erin love, are you
all right? What is the matter honey?”
    He
seemed to really care about her distress. I was impressed.
    Erin
mumbled something hardly recognizable about being nervous. At the same time a
sniffling Sara came into the room and sat across from us. Well, sat is not the
best word. She did sit, I guess, albeit awkwardly more on her hip and leaning a
lot on the arm of the couch and her feet tucked under her.
    “It
is simple, girls. You truly have nothing to fear unless you disobey.