Little Red

Little Red 1

By Red Rover

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Little Red, Part 1

By Red Rover

Place: A small city in the Pacific Northwest

Time: The near future.

Characters: Colonel Thomas Marlowe, USA, (49), His daughter, Laurie (22)

Colonel Margaret England, USA, Ret. (51)

The small redheaded girl sat forlornly on the bench outside the judge's chambers.

The door opened and a tall military officer walked out. He beckoned to the girl and she followed him to the parking lot. In the car, he got behind the wheel and waited until she fastened her seat belt.

"Well, I pulled it off,” he said, "It wasn't easy, but there'll be a sealed record, destroyed after five years of good behavior and no jail time. And there will be consequences." He started the car. "We're going home now."

"Home? But I need to go back to the dorm." Laurie protested. "I have a test tomorrow."

"We'll pick up your stuff from the dorm tomorrow," her father said firmly. "You are dropping out and will move back home. Part of the deal. We'll discuss it at home."

"Please, Daddy," she whimpered. "Don't be mad at me."

There was no answer and they drove home in silence.

In the house, the man walked into the kitchen, set a heavy armless chair in the center and told Laurie. “You will go to your bedroom, remove all of your clothing and bring down your mother's wooden hairbrush.

“But, D-d-d daddy,” Laurie protested. “I’m 22 years old, you can't spank me.”

“I can and I will, the Colonel replied. “That was part of the deal also. You are no longer 22 years old. You are 12 and will be treated as such until further notice. And you will receive a minimum of one bare-bottom hairbrush spanking a week for the next three months. Now, scoot.”

The frightened girl dashed up the stairs, shedding clothing as she ran.

Five minutes later, the petite red haired girl was over her father's knee with the hairbrush falling relentlessly on her bare bottom. She pleaded, squirmed, sobbed, yelped and howled, but the brush kept falling, well beyond the time her blistered bottom was redder than her flaming hair. Finally, the fierce spanking was over and she flopped, exhausted over her father's lap, faintly mewing and whimpering.

Thomas Marlowe set his sobbing daughter up on his lap and hugged her. “OK, tomorrow morning we clean out your dorm room and tomorrow afternoon we will get you some age-appropriate clothing at the PX.”

“Age-appropriate?” she asked, puzzled.

“Yes, age-appropriate. Next month you start the seventh grade at Fillmore Junior High.”

“SEVENTH GRADE?” Laurie shrieked in horror.

“Seventh Grade,” Her father replied firmly. “You have managed to screw up your adolescence beyond all belief, so we will start over again at age 12. There will be some medications to help you with that. You have an appointment with the pediatrician day after tomorrow.”

“Pediatrician?” Laurie sniffled. “But I’m an adult now.”

“Not according to the paperwork that cost me several thousand dollars and the trauma of kissing numerous asses on the way through layers of judicial bureaucracy to get. You are 12 years old as of about three weeks ago. Whether you will grow up or not is up to you. Now scamper off to bed and we’ll talk about it in the morning.”

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Colonel Thomas Marlowe entered his daughter's bedroom at 8:30 AM. Laurie was sleeping nude on her stomach, having kicked off the lone sheet that Marlowe had spread over her after putting her to bed the previous night. The effects of the spanking were still visible as her bottom was quite red and a few bruise marks were visible. Laurie had fairly tough skin for a redhead, however, and nothing appeared serious enough to require much treatment.

Marlowe shook her by the shoulder gently, "Time to get up, Little Red," he said softly but firmly.

Laurie woke with a start and rubbed her eyes. "Morning Daddy," she said sleepily, "You haven't called me 'Little Red' since I was thirteen!" Suddenly remembering the events of the previous night, her eyes opened wide and she gingerly ran her hand over her sore bottom.

"Oh, Daddy," she sobbed, "I had the most horrible dream. You spanked me and then told me some stuff I can't believe. I guess the spanking was real and I know I deserved it, but the rest of the stuff, …, It wasn't for real, was it?" She looked desperate and hopeful at the same time. "You were just trying to scare me, huh? Huh? Huh?"

The gruff old soldier took her in his arms and let her cry on his shoulder. He smoothed her hair and patted her back gently. "I don't know how much you remember, Little Red, but it was VERY serious indeed. You are in a huge amount of trouble and the consequences are going to be severe."

Marlowe reached for a jar of cream on the girl's night stand. "Now crawl over my lap and I'll put some of this aloe cream on your bottom. It will make you feel better and make sure those little sore spots don't get infected."

Obediently, the petite 22-year old crawled over his lap and he gently rubbed the antiseptic cream into the dry and sore spots on her bottom. Then he set her on her feet and smiled fondly. "OK, baby, go ahead and take a quick shower and go potty. I left one of your mother's robes in your bathroom and you can wear that down to breakfast. Do you want eggs or do you still like Captain Crunch and sweet coffee?"

Laurie giggled. "Well actually I do still like sugary cereals, but I'll have eggs and bacon today."

Her father chuckled and gave her a gentle smack on the bottom. "OK, toddle off now and I'll go fix breakfast. Margaret England - you remember her from Fort Douglas? - will be here in a few minutes to have breakfast with us."

"Major England? Sure, I remember her." Laurie responded. "Her older daughter, Beth, used to babysit me when I was like eight or nine."

"That's her, she's Colonel England, Retired, now. Beth is a Captain in the Air Force and the other girls are either in college or married."

"She's a nice lady," Laurie smiled. "It will be great to see her again. YIPE!" - this last as her father smacked her bare bottom again and pointed her toward the bathroom. "I'm going! I'm going!"

The doorbell rang as Laurie was finishing her shower, so she quickly toweled off and slipped into the robe, which was much too big for her. She scampered down the stairs and threw herself into the arms of the tall middle aged woman. "Major E! It's great to see you, again. Oops, it's Colonel E. now, isn't it?”

The tall woman bent over, kissed the girl on the cheek and rumpled her hair. "My goodness, child, you are lost in that robe. Still Little Red, I see. And please call me Margaret."

"This was Mom's," the girl replied. "All my stuff is still at the dorm. I guess all that Captain Crunch did stunt my growth, like Beth used to say it would. I never grew much after age ten."

Breakfast passed in reminisces of times and people long ago and far away. After they had eaten, Marlowe cleared his throat and said. "Let's take our coffee into the living room"

The two adults sat in the two matching armchairs and Laurie curled up on the couch.

"Laurie, I have told Margaret everything that has happened in the past month or so, because I want her to take care of you for a while. It will be years before your mother is eligible for parole and you are obviously not ready to be on your own. The only way that I was able to get you released was that Judge Bernhard was an old friend from the Army and I assured him that Margaret would have full charge of you in my absence. You know that I won't be able to retire for six months and that I will have to travel some in that time."

Laurie began to cry. "But I want to be a grown-up. Most of the girls my age are married or in college or working. I don't want to go back to being a kid."

She looked at Margaret. "It's not that I don't like you, Margaret, I loved you when I was a kid and still do. You've always been nice to me and I got along great with your kids - well except for Pam, but that's another story. But I need to be on my own now."

"That's just not possible, now, kitten," her father stated firmly. "Papers have been signed, orders have been entered and the whole thing is settled. If you break any of the orders, you go to prison and it will be hard time."

"I blame myself," the old soldier said remorsefully. "I never should have let your mother have custody of you ten years ago. But I just didn't understand how far she would go and that she would drag you into it with her. But it's too late for that, and I want you to understand that I love you and will do anything possible to make you happy. But you are going to have to put up with some major changes for the next year or so."

Laurie frowned. "So how long will I have to be a kid? Don't tell me I have to go all the way through junior high and high school all over again? That's six years!"

"Not nearly that long,” her father reassured her. "My retirement is effective in March. School year ends in June. At that point, we can talk to the judge again and see if we can get you into high school next year. It’s going to be mostly up to you. You have to buckle down and be the best kid you can be until the end of the school year.

“How can we get away with just changing my age and all that?" the girl asked skeptically.

Margaret smiled. "If you know the right people and are not trying to pull some kind of criminal fraud, papers can be obtained for almost everything. Believe me, all the background work is done. You will have believable school transcripts and everything else you need. You won't even have to change your name. 'Laurie Marlowe' is a common enough name. You were always curious about what I did in the Army and I couldn't tell you much. And I still can't, but it gave me the contacts and the experience to do this."

"You know that I lost my husband when you were just a baby and I never remarried. My girls are off on their own now and I welcome the chance to help raise another one. Can you give me a chance?"

Laurie ran over and threw herself into the older woman's arms. "Of course, I will," she smiled mischievously, “But only if you promise to bake oatmeal cookies at least once a week. Nobody ever did oatmeal cookies like you. And can I call you ‘Aunt Margaret?’"

Margaret hugged her new "little girl." "Of course, you can, child. I would love it."

Marlowe smiled. "I am glad you understand, Laurie. It is just absolutely critical for your future that you get through the next nine months. It's a bit strange to you, I am sure, but some very good psychologists think it will work."

Laurie thought about it for a minute. "So that means I have to be a kid, basically all the time? Not just in school and stuff? And I'll get spanked if I mess up?"

"Correct, any time except when there's just the three of us in this house. Outside the house, all the time, we never know who's watching or listening. And yes, you will get spanked by myself or Margaret if you mess up. We don't expect you to be perfect, just to behave as well as the average preteen girl - well, maybe a bit better than that. Oh, and Fillmore Junior High still spanks students for misbehavior in class. So, you'll have to behave there too."

Laurie winced. Getting spanked at home was one thing, getting spanked in front of a class if 12-year-olds was a different matter. "Believe me, I am going to do my best to avoid that! " she exclaimed.

“OK, now, honey, I am going to ask you to take off your robe and stand up so that Margaret can check you over. You know the kind of thing she will be looking for and I need a woman to do this. I'll leave the room if you'd rather."

Laurie laughed ironically. "You've already seen everything I've got and spanked or rubbed most of it. I'd actually prefer that you stay and give me a hug or a pat now and then."

The red-haired girl doffed her robe and stood bare in the middle of the rug. Her father hugged her, kissed her on the forehead and patted her bottom. "Good girl."

Margaret's examination was quick, but very thorough. "Very good, no tracks or other marks from drug use. No external signs of STD, though we'll have to do lab work to be sure. No genital or nipple piercings, but the one on the navel has to go. I will get a pair of cutters and remove the ring and then we can let it heal naturally."

She examined Laurie's ears carefully. "We can let her keep one set of piercings, but I'll pull the studs from the others and they will heal over."

"As for overall appearances, I don't think we can get by with claiming her as 12 years old. Her breasts are small and her pubic hair is sparse, but there are enough other body changes to indicate that she is at least 13 or 14. I can use some cream to get rid of almost all the body and pubic hair and that will pass well enough for her to undress for gym classes."

Marlowe nodded. “We are seeing the pediatrician tomorrow and he will give her a prescription for a new treatment they call Puericil-G. It is a hormone combination that will stop and reverse the effects of puberty in girls. In a couple weeks, she will lose all her pubic and body hair and her girl parts will revert to those of a pre-teen girl. That will give her time to “grow down” before school starts. It will also prevent her from getting pregnant. And it is reversible. Once the treatment stops, she will resume developing in a few months.

Laurie sighed, "OK, I'll do it. It is going to be embarrassing as hell, but it beats 10-15 years at that hellhole they've got Mom locked up in. Speaking of which, can we see her at all?"

"After the first month, she will have visitor's privileges," Tom responded. “And we'll try to get you up there every week or two."

Laurie nodded, "Yeah, i know she messed herself and me up really badly, but she's still my Mom and I still love her."

Both adults hugged and kissed their newly minted "little girl." Tom smacked her on the bottom. "OK, Upstairs and get dressed. We'll clean out your dorm room and then go shopping for kid clothes."

Laurie squealed and scampered up the stairs, still bare-bottomed, leaving the robe in a pile on the floor.

Tom laughed and picked up the robe. "She used to do that when she was six or seven. Maybe this will work out after all."

END OF PART 1

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