Little Red

Little Red 2

By Red Rover

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     Little Red, Part 2

     By Red Rover

Place: A small city in the Pacific Northwest

Time: The near future.

"Little Red” is Laurie Marlowe, physical age 22, apparent age about 12. Not quite 5 feet tall and slender with long red hair, a baby face, freckles and boyish figure. Laurie's parents separated when she was 12, and she has been living with her mother since then. Now her mother is incarcerated for 20-25 years for an unspecified crime, in which Laurie was involved.

Colonel Thomas Marlowe (49), Laurie's father, has returned to take charge of Laurie and to try to keep her out of jail. Through military and political influence, he has been able to work out a deal where Laurie will do no jail time if she behaves for five years. As part of that deal, Colonel Marlowe has arranged for her to pose as a 12-year-old and enter the Seventh Grade at Fillmore Junior High School.

Fillmore Junior High School is a private, non-sectarian school which covers grades 7-9. It is an old-fashioned school which still practices spanking of children. It is especially known as a place for "problem girls", although about 20% of the students are male. Nobody at Fillmore knows Laurie's real age or status. Marlowe has provided false documents which indicate her age as 12 and that she has just completed the Sixth grade.

Colonel Margaret England, (51), US Army Retired, is an old family friend of the Marlowes. Having raised three girls a few years older than Laurie, she has agreed to move in with the Marlowes and serve as Laurie’s foster mother for a few months until Marlowe’s retirement date.

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Margaret drove off to her motel to bring back her baggage and move in to the spare bedroom, which was right next to Laurie's. Tom and Laurie proceeded to Laurie's dorm room. Fortunately, none of her dorm mates were around and they were able to clean out her stuff with the help of the Resident Advisor and his wife. They gave no details, simply saying that Laurie had to drop put for this term due to family problems.

On the way back home, Laurie suddenly asked, "Why the seventh grade? Why not put me in high school or some junior college somewhere?'

Tom shook his head. "Too much temptation in a high school or junior college. Those schools are filled with predatory types looking for young girls like you. That's how you got in trouble in the first place. In the seventh grade, you will get a chance to grow up without that kind of pressure. Fillmore shields its students and still gives them an opportunity to develop in what we used to consider a 'normal' way. They have teachers and counselors trained in that sort of thing."

Marlowe sighed. '"Your mother never let you be a kid. You were her 'partner in crime' - literally, from the time you were 13. There's a lot of stuff you missed on the way, that you need to catch up on now."

Laurie nodded soberly, but her lower lip was trembling. "But it's still a scary thing, trying to be a kid again. I wasn't very good at it the first time through and I don't want to screw it up again."

Tom reached over and patted her knee. "Don't worry, Little Red. Margaret and I will be there to help you be a kid. I even bought you a softball glove - we can practice grounders in the back yard after school."

Laurie giggled. "Better put armor on the windows, I was always lousy at throwing a ball."

"Hmmm... Maybe I should get a set of Barbies too, then."

"Kewl!" Laurie replied, "But get used ones so it looks like I have been playing with them."

Tom laughed. "In my twenty-eight years in the Army, one thing I never had to do was to shop for used Barbies. You'd better ask Margaret about that."

Laurie giggled again, "Yeah, it’s a girl thing."

They were met at the door by Margaret England who directed them downstairs to the game room. "Just put all her stuff here, so we can sort it out. I got some storage boxes so we can put the stuff that's not suitable for a pre-teen away until she's ready for it."

Laurie winced at the term "pre-teen" but said nothing and helped carry the boxes down to the game room.

Margaret looked at Tom. "I think we better postpone the PX trip until tomorrow. Laurie has a lot of stuff in her room and more down here. With any luck, some of it will be suitable for her new wardrobe. Will she need school uniforms?"

"Not exactly, " Tom replied. "The school guide says to wear short skirts with a plain white blouse. Skirts can be any dark color. Bobby socks and loafers."

"Why short skirts?" Laurie asked. "I thought it was a conservative school."

"Convenience," Tom replied. "If you misbehave, the teacher can just flip you over his or her knee and spank you on the spot. With panties up or down as the teacher decides."

"Oh, gross," Laurie was once again appalled at the prospect of a room full of 12-year-olds seeing her panties or bare bottom as she was spanked. "At my old grammar school, they took you into the principal's office to paddle you."

"Well, at Fillmore, that seems to be the teacher's option also. Of course, they send a note home anytime you get spanked at school."

"Better and better," Laurie grumbled. "I suppose that means another spanking at home from you guys."

"Not necessarily," Tom responded. "We will discuss it with you before making that decision. We might well decide that the school spanking was sufficient punishment."

"Well, we can hope that it doesn't become a problem," Margaret interposed. "Now let’s go upstairs and see what we can find in your room that will be age-appropriate."

With a reluctant Laurie in tow, Margaret climbed the two flights of stairs to the girl's bedroom and the two set out to examine her closet, dressers and bathroom.

Tom sat down at his home office computer and started weeding his way through his email and composing answers to items that required action. He was so engrossed in the task that he failed to notice the rising voices coming from upstairs. Finally, the sound of a crash and some loud screaming brought him up the stairs.

Laurie was standing on her bed screaming and crying as Margaret stood with her arms folded in front of the door. Items of clothing and makeup were strewn across the room and there was a hole in the wallboard which appeared to be from a thrown object.

What's going on here?” Marlowe demanded harshly. "This is supposed to be a civilized household."

"Little Red decided it was time for a tantrum,” Margaret said calmly. "I am just waiting for her to get control of herself and start acting like a pre-teen instead of a three-year old."

Tom looked at his suddenly sobered daughter. "Well, young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?"

Laurie sat down on the bed and burst into new tears. "She's so mean! She is gonna throw away ALL my makeup and ALL my clothes except my jammies and gym suit. I'm gonna look like a six-year old."

"Actually, she's right about the makeup,” Margaret conceded, "None of her makeup is suitable for a seventh grader and not many of her clothes are either. Unless we find something more suitable in the stuff from her dorm, most of her things will have to go into storage until she's ready for them again. But I never said we'd throw stuff out."

"Your judgement is good enough for me," Tom stated firmly. "Seventh graders should wear little or no makeup and clothes suitable for their age. Almost all of her stuff is for college and high school girls - and some of it looks like something from a cheap bordello."

"But the most important thing we have to address right now is your behavior, young lady. This room is trashed and I am sure I heard the words 'old bitch' or "old witch" as I was coming up the stairs."

Laurie turned pale and stammered, "It was w-w-witch, Daddy, I would never use that other word to her. I'm sorry, Aunt Margaret, I didn't mean it and I will never do it again."

Marlowe's face was grim. "That' won't cut it, Lauren Ann, and you know it. Whether you are 12 years old, 22 or 44, you WILL treat her with respect and you will NOT throw tantrums or anything else. IS THAT CLEAR?" The last three words were in a parade ground bellow and even Margaret flinched a bit. Laurie cowered face-down on her bed, sobbing into her pillow.

Tom mentally counted to ten and regained his composure. "Now your Aunt Margaret and I will go back down stairs and have a cup of coffee. You will wash your face, get into your jammies, with nothing on underneath them and report to the living room in twenty minutes with your hairbrush and the small leather strap you will find hanging on the inside of my closet door. Do you understand?

"Y-y-y-yes, Daddy," the girl quavered.

Twenty minutes later the shaking girl entered the living room and confronted the two adults. Her father was sitting in his usual armchair, and Margaret was seated in a heavy armless kitchen chair in the center of the room. Laurie stopped at the doorway and awaited instructions.

"Very good," Tom rumbled. "now bring me the strap."

Hesitantly, the girl complied, handing him the strap and standing in front of his chair.

"Now drop your jammie pants and step out of them."

Closing her eyes in embarrassment and anxiety, the girl complied.

"Now go over to Margaret and give her the hairbrush. Tell her that you have been a naughty girl and that you need a good hard spanking with the hairbrush."

Gritting her teeth, Laurie complied and delivered the hairbrush to her new foster mother. "I'm sorry I threw a tantrum and called you names, Aunt Margaret,' she said contritely. "I have been a very naughty little girl and I deserve to be punished. Please give me a hard spanking with the hairbrush."

Margaret nodded in approval. "I accept your apology, child, and I will punish you appropriately. Now climb over my lap and get ready for your spanking."

The girl reluctantly climbed over Margaret's lap and awaited her fate. Laurie was a tiny girl and neither her feet nor hands touched the floor as she lay over the big woman's lap with her bare bottom positioned for the spanking to come.

Margaret began with a systematic hand spanking that covered every square inch of the unfortunate girl's bottom and upper thighs. After a few minutes, the sensation in her bottom which had begun as a moderate stinging, had progressed to a raging fire that seemed to radiate throughout her body. When her cries had leveled off to a steady sobbing, Margaret picked up the heavy wooden hairbrush.

SPLAT!

The sound off the heavy wood smacking into the center of Laurie's right bottom cheek seemed to echo off the walls and Laurie howled in pain and terror. Margaret delivered an identical spank to the center of Laurie's left cheek and the howl was repeated. More howls, shrieks and pleadings followed as the retired Amy officer rained blow upon blow onto every square inch of Laurie's scorched bottom. Finally, it was over and the well-punished little girl lay helpless over her foster mother's knees, gasping, sobbing and moaning in pain.

Margaret let her rest for a minute or two and then began rubbing her bottom softly, as the exhausted girl moaned and whimpered. "I hope you understand why I had to do this, Little Red," she said soothingly "And I hope I never have to do it again."

When his child had regained some of her composure, Marlowe said. "OK, Laurie, you can get up now and come over here to me." Although needing help getting down from Margaret's lap, the girl complied and stood in front of her father's chair.

"OK, baby, turn around and bend over," he directed.

With clenched teeth and eyes closed in fear, the girl complied, presenting her bottom and thighs for punishment. The big soldier took the small leather strap and laid a total of ten stripes across her bottom and thighs being careful not to overlap the strokes. Laurie howled and bucked at each stroke but did not try to stand up or move away.

After the tenth stroke, Marlowe ordered her to stand up and face him again. He took her into his arms, hugged her, kissed her on the cheek and rubbed his hand soothingly over her ravaged bottom and thighs.

"Now you understand, Little Red, " he said in a level tone. "that your Aunt Margaret has total authority to punish you in any way she sees fit, at any time, in any place. If she decides to bare your bottom in the middle of Main Street at high noon and spank you with a hairbrush, she can do so. And you will NEVER resist her in any manner. Understood?"

"Yes, Daddy," Laurie replied solemnly.

"Good. Now you will go and put your pajama pants in the laundry hamper and go to your room. You will pack all your clothing and makeup in the boxes Margaret has provided, label them as "Laurie's Teen Stuff" and carry the boxes down to the storage room behind the game room. Then you will report to Margaret in the game room where she will be sorting your dorm stuff and putting the teen and college stuff into more boxes. You will put those boxes with the others. Then you will take the stuff that Margaret has approved up to your room and put it away neatly.”

“You will remain bare bottomed for this entire period and you will come to supper still bare bottomed in case one of us decides you need additional correction. After supper, you will wash and dry the dishes and then report to us in the living room where we will discuss the program for the rest of the week. Any questions?”

Laurie thought it over. "No, Sir."

"Good, now go give your Aunt Margaret a hug and off to your room."

END OF PART 2

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