Free A Little Training by Abbie Adams

from your naps.” She sat up but
winced as the upright motion put her bottom in more full contact with the seat
of the couch.
    “Come
on then,” I said, sliding down and holding my hand to her. “I will show you my
favorite place.”
    She
took my hand and we took off down the hall. Uncle Matt was in the hall with
Sara and stopped us briefly to make sure we weren’t supposed to be sitting on
the couch. As soon as he let us pass I took her to the stairs. I don’t know why
I thought she would like to look out the window. I guess I was just assuming
she would like the chance to stand and look out as opposed to sitting somewhere.
    I
didn’t wait to see what she thought of my special place. I was dying to know.   “How did you get to be a little girl?
Were you in a place like this?”
    She
seemed a bit surprised by my question and maybe even hesitant to answer but she
finally did respond. “He is my husband.” Her mouth turned up in a bit of smirk
as if she was going to laugh at my surprise but she held back her laughter and
went on to explain- “We started as D/s and gravitated to age-play but we don’t
do it all the time. We can’t, I wish we could do it all the time like this but….”
    “What
do you mean age-play? What is that? Or what is D’s? I’m really confused now.”
    “This
is age-play silly.   Little girls?
Men who like grown up little girls? And D/s is—”
    She
didn’t get to finish because nosy Sara came and interrupted us. “What are you
two doing? Why are you standing up here?”
    “Duh,
we were talking. What do you want?”
    “Daddy
sent me to get her, they are leaving now.” She huffed and turned around to
stomp back down the stairs.
    We
followed, but I wanted to plague her with questions. I mean I had just gotten
started she had left me with more questions than she had answered. She was in a
hurry though. Once Sara said they were leaving she shot into motion.
    I
thought about the little bit she had said for a long time that night. How could
she be his wife? How long had they been married? Did they have children? How
difficult would it be to not do it all the time? I couldn’t wait to see her
again.

 
    Chapter 6
     
     
    Things
didn’t slow down.
      I woke up the next morning in better spirits,
ready to tackle the day.   I was even
accepting of the fact I was not going to have any coffee. I didn’t cry a tear
or throw a tantrum. I should have earned an award or something of the nature to
be sure.
    I
would have said the day was uneventful. I would still like to say the day was
uneventful. I would like to say the day didn’t exist and to scratch it from my
memory for many reasons. Perhaps writing about the experience will help me to
decide how I really feel about it, because it was actually
really—very—oh, it was just so confusing!
    It
was well after nap time. I was in the family room reading a book I had found
when one of the uncles called to us that we were to go the front room. Daddy
wanted to talk to all of us. I was a bit surprised, this hadn’t happened
before, and I hurried to do as told.  
    In
the living room I sat on the nearest couch to the hallway, next to Erin. Sara
sat across from us and Daddy was already in his chair. I followed the sniffling
to find Caity in a corner behind Daddy’s chair. Uncle Matt came in and sat on
the couch next to Erin.
    “ Caity , come here.” Daddy commanded sharply startling most
of us and Caity shuffled slowly over to him. “Turn around and face them.”
    I
could see her bottom was reddish purple and looked like she had been spanked
hard, for a long time. I don’t know what she had done but it looked as if Daddy
was prepared to make an example out of her. When she turned around her face was
red and puffy too, but she kept her head down.
    “Now,
I didn’t plan to bring attention to, or should I say, work on this so soon but
I think in light of Caity’s actions today we are
going to have a training session today.” He looked