A Little Training Read Free Page B

Daddy
responded immediately.
    “Little
girls do not drink coffee. It is not good for them. I hope that you have better
manner-”
    “I
have to have my flipping coffee! This wasn’t in my contract!” I shoved my plate
forward, it was not my intention, but it spilled the milk and the juice.
    Before
I could even draw my hands to my open mouth, and suck in my shock over what I
had done Daddy pulled me out of my chair. He scooted his out and laid me out
over his thick hard thighs. I was staring at my snarly red curls almost
touching the black and brown marble floor. I grabbed the legs of the oak dining
room chair and tried to yell, “No! St- ow ! Ple - Ahh !”
    His
huge hand was covering my butt fast and loud. Each smack felt like a burning frying
pan searing its image into my butt. I have never felt so much pain. Ok, maybe I
have in the coming days. But at the time I didn’t think so.
    “Young
lady, you will not throw temper tantrums do you hear me?” Each word was
emphasized with a dramatic swat to my scorched cheeks. But, not just my cheeks,
no—he was slapping the tops of my thighs too. I was crying so hard I
could hardly respond. He must have moved me farther forward on his lap, because
then my hair was all the way on the floor and my tears seemed to have made a
sodden mess of it. I tried to respond anyway, I know I was trying to tell him I
would never, ever do anything to ever, ever receive a spanking again.
    But,
that wasn’t enough for him. He was so mean and went on and on.
    “You
will not demand anything, but ask nicely and respectfully—”
    Do
I have to tell you that he was still pounding his meaty palm down on my
helpless backside? I can only imagine what the other girls were thinking. I know
I was crying and begging pathetically. I was sure I was dying. He was killing
me. It is rather funny to write this in hindsight. Having never been spanked
before, how sure I was that I could truly die from the pain of being spanked
and yet I didn’t.
    “And
no little girls will ever use naughty words, is that understood?”
    He
brought his hand down like three more times solidly, sinking the command home.
I whimpered my understanding and he finally stopped abusing my posterior. He
actually surprised me by rubbing it for a minute while I lie there helplessly.
    I
was finally lifted into his lap and held, hugged against his chest. He tipped
my head back and washed my face with a warm washcloth. I was a bit embarrassed
to think of the snot that must be all over my face and in my hair even. He
smoothed my hair back and ran the cloth over parts of it too. I was humiliated
then as I could see the other girls staring at me. I turned my face toward his
chest and hid it in his shirt. He oddly enough was comforting me then, rubbing
my back and speaking softly to me.
    “It
is over now, love. But you must remember to be a good girl. Shhh ….”
    As
bad as the spanking was I could have stayed there all day.   But, then that was over too soon and I
was set back in the cold hard chair.
    “ Ahhyee -” I put my hands down to keep my abused posterior
from connecting with the hard surface. “I’m not hungry.” I muttered, looking at
Daddy with what I hoped was pleading eyes. There was no way I could sit there
and eat after that.
    “You
must eat, Alivia . You will not get up until you do.”
    It
was awful. It seemed to take forever. I do not even like scrambled eggs all
that much. Everyone else seemed to drift away from the table one by one until I
was the only one left. I tried so hard to find the most comfortable position by
wiggling to relieve the pressure but realized there was no comfortable spot. In
fact it seemed as the best thing I could do was just sit as still as possible
and eat fast.
    When
I was finally able to leave the table I was somewhat lost. The other girls had
scattered. I was kind of sniffling and walking forlornly through the living
room to the hall when Uncle Matt stopped me.
    “Do
you have pain? I mean,