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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