A Little Training by Abbie Adams Page A

drawing out the seconds as long as
seemingly possible. When it was finally free he walked over to me… and handed
me the belt.
    “Go
spank her.”
    I
had barely gripped it when he put it in my hands so it felt to the floor at the
same time both she and I gasped. “No!”
    “Yes.
Pick it up, now- and go spank her.” His voice was low and firm.
    Big
fat tears quickly clouded my vision and I bent over trying to see the belt where
it had fallen. I felt it, grasped it loosely in my hand and walked over to
stand behind her. I was shaking and couldn’t see. I wiped my eyes. It didn’t do
a lot of good. She was right where he had told her, draped over the arm of the
couch her butt was already a good shade red from Uncle Tommy, and she was
sobbing.
    I
wiped my eyes again and I could see everything she had. Our pretty dresses had
been removed at nap time, so we were both naked once again.
    I
folded the belt the way I knew it had to be and I stood to the side. I could do
this.
    And
then, I knew Daddy was going to make her do the same to me. He was smart. This
was awful. I would never ever fight with her again no matter what. I raised my
arm….
    And
then dropped the belt on the floor, sobbing. I couldn’t do it. “I can’t Daddy… ple-ase .”
    “Fine.
Stand up, Sara…. Lay down over the side, Alivia … Good
girl, Sara.” He congratulated her when she picked the belt up. “I guess you
know what to do. Spank her.”
    Thuwap ! I was shocked to feel the belt crack down so
fast. I screamed out because I was caught off guard. I clamped down determined
not to make another noise. Two more excruciating slices came down with a wail
and then again the belt was thrown on the floor. I jumped up fast hands to my
bottom rubbing the welts already rising on my behind.
    “That’s
it?” Daddy snorted and Dr. Ross laughed without reserve.
    “I
can’t do it either,” she hung her head down like she was embarrassed.
    I
wanted to gloat but didn’t dare.
    “But
you want each other spanked?”
    “Yes!”
    “Yes.”
    “But,
not enough to do it yourselves,” he said, shuffling stuff around on his desk.
After a moment he came to each of us with a scrap of paper and a pen. “Write
your name on the paper and the number of swats and I will do it.” He sat back
down as if the weight of the world were on his shoulders.
    I
thought about it for a moment and wrote a number. I folded it in half and gave
it back to him. After Sara had done the same he opened both of them and grinned.
He passed the papers across the desk to the doctor. A grin spread across his
face as well.
    Daddy
stood up and walked over to the couch. He bent down and picked up the belt.
“Come on Sara, you first, back over the arm.”
    Sara
took a deep breath and looked at me very briefly. Her head went up a notch and
she went to him. Once she was bent over he took a moment to open her legs a bit
with his foot, the purpose I don’t know and then he lifted her bottom and
patted it.
    That
was it. He raised his arm and brought it down with and awful crack. But it
didn’t stop, it moved very quickly back to the air and back down again.
    Sara
was howling by the tenth stroke and I was glad I had only written twenty.
However, when he got to twenty-three I called out to him thinking he had
miscounted or forgotten what he was doing.
    It
took him even a couple more to stop after I started calling him.
    “Daddy,
Daddy- Stop. Stop, that is too many. I said twenty!”
    “What
do you mean? I know you wrote twenty…” he looked at me as if I were nuts.
    “But
you are at like twenty-five!”
    “I
know, sweetie. Sara wrote one hundred. She has seventy-five more to go.”
    “But
I thought-” I looked at the floor and shook my head. The doctor was laughing
and Sara was crying out that she meant for me as well. I finally looked at him
again and it sunk in. Sara had written one hundred for me. Daddy winked at me
and took his stand behind Sara again. Although now he didn’t just swing