Little Red

Little Red 4

By Red Rover

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Little Red, Part 4

By Red Rover

Part 4

Laurie actually got up at the first ring of the alarm clock - something she had not done for years. She went into the bathroom and performed her morning ablutions, sadly aware of the total absence of makeup products in her bedroom and bathroom. After her shower, she realized that she had no outer garments to wear, so she put on her bra and panties and then put her pajamas back on and came downstairs. Margaret was frying eggs and bacon and the aroma of fresh coffee filled the room.

Margaret smiled and said, "Morning, Little Red, how did you sleep?" She hugged her new daughter and kissed her on the cheek. Laurie returned the hug and kiss and smiled back. "Very well, actually, except when I rolled over onto my back. Can a naughty 13-year-old have coffee? I don't think we have to worry about it stunting my growth."

Margaret laughed and patted the tiny girl on the head. "Certainly, child. There is cream in the fridge and sugar or fake sugar on the table."

"Actually, I like it half and half with milk," the girl responded. She prepared a cup and sat down at the kitchen table as her father entered the kitchen.

"Morning, Red, morning Marge," the colonel said briskly. "That bacon smells delicious and I can sure use some coffee. Everybody sleep well?"

Laurie nodded and Margaret smiled.

As they ate, Laurie had a sudden thought. "Daddy, I'll need some of my clothes back for today. I can't go to the ID card section and the PX in my pajamas."

"Don't worry,” Margaret said, "I have that covered. I stopped by Goodwill yesterday morning and picked up a couple of outfits that should fit you quite well."

Laurie made a face, "Uggghh, somebody's rejects."

"Hardly," Margaret replied, "More likely something that another little girl outgrew. Anyway, you'll only have to wear them one day if you don't like them. But we will have to do something with your hair."

Laurie's eyes widened. "You're not going to cut my hair off, are you?"

Margaret snorted. "Of course not, silly girl. Your hair is beautiful. But we need to wash out all the gunk that you have been putting on it and arrange it in an age-appropriate manner."

Laurie sighed in relief. "I love my hair long and if I hear the words 'age-appropriate' one more time, I may barf."

Both adults laughed. "Well do it before you put on your new clothes," Margaret said. "And if you think that me washing your hair will be embarrassing, just imagine standing in the tub getting scrubbed from top to bottom."

"You wouldn't..." Laurie began indignantly and then stopped. "Yes, you probably would."

As expected, Margaret produced a bottle of baby shampoo and gave Laurie's hair a thorough wash and rinse. After blow-drying it, she combed and brushed it out and formed it into a long ponytail with a bright red ribbon holding it in place. "There, now you look much nicer."

Laurie looked in the mirror. Actually, she did look quite nice in a preteen kind of way with no makeup and her long hair in a ponytail. "Daddy's pretty little girl," she mused. And, somehow, that didn't seem so bad.

"OK, now for the clothes." Margaret announced. She opened the Goodwill bag and produced a short plaid skirt that looked like a Catholic schoolgirl skirt and a pink knit top with pictures of kittens on it. "Go ahead and try these on."

Sighing in resignation, Laurie stripped off her jammies and tried the top on. It was a bit loose but didn't look too bad. The skirt, though, was a different story. It fit perfectly around her waist, but was much shorter than a teenager would wear. "Great," she thought. "Now I look like a ten-year-old instead of a thirteen-year-old."

"Time to go, now, Laurie," her father called from the bottom of the stairs.

"Coming, Daddy," she called and walked slowly down the stairs, conscious of the shortness of the skirt and the brevity of her panties.

In the car, her father handed her a small package. "What's this?" she asked.

"Bubble gum, grape flavored, " he replied. "It goes with the image."

"Oh, wonderful, " she thought. "Next he'll have me carrying a Barbie lunchbox."

But she dutifully chewed the gum, discovered she liked it and even blew a few bubbles, giggling when the bubbles collapsed all over her face.

At the ID section, she managed to smile for the camera, taking the gum out first - no use in looking like a total doofus - put her fingerprints on the card, bemoaning the total lack of nail polish and signed the phony document as though it was a simple routine. All the while her heart was pounding, praying that Paxton's documents would be good enough, but they were accepted without question.

Back in the car, it was a fairly short trip from the fort to the dentist's office. She was somewhat dismayed to find the waiting room for the dental complex filled with children ranging in age from six to sixteen. But they were right on time for their appointment and were ushered into the dentist's treatment room. Sitting in the chair, she was conscious of the shortness of her skirt again and made vain efforts to cover herself adequately. Seeing her plight, the assistant brought a small blanket and placed it in her lap. Laurie smiled in gratitude and was rewarded with a pat on the head.

The dental examination was routine, but then the dentist called her father into the room. "Her teeth are sound," he said, "But she really needs some correction on her bite. Interesting growth pattern, you say she's thirteen but her dental development looks like she was 18 or 19. Do you want me to measure her for braces?"

To her dismay her father agreed. "Yes, I thought she needed some correction there. Go ahead and measure her now and we will discuss the procedure on her next appointment. You do accept Tricare, don't you?"

"Of course,” the dentist laughed. "This is a military town, we just about have to accept military medical plans. But it will take a few days to clear the paperwork with the fort."

Laurie sat in growing horror. Things were going from bad to worse in a hurry. First the seventh grade, then the little kid clothes, the bubble gum and now BRACES?

As the assistant asked her to open her mouth for the impression plate, Laurie snapped. "NO!" she screamed, swiping the tray of goo out of the startled assistant's hand. "I won't DO it! I WON'T! I WON'T! DON"T MAKE ME DO THIS!!"

Folding her arms over her chest and clamping her mouth shut, she gritted out "Get me out of this fucking place and keep your fucking braces for some other kid."

The dentist and assistant looked startled, but Tom Marlowe's face was set in stone. "Young lady, you are in BIG trouble." He looked at the assistant. "Do you think you can find a good heavy hairbrush around here somewhere?"

The assistant smiled. "Certainly, Sir. I have a couple of preteens at home and I always travel prepared." she slipped out of the treatment room and returned in a few minutes with a heavy plastic hairbrush with a large head and a straight smooth back.

Marlowe accepted it with a grim expression. "And do you have a private room where we can be alone for a few minutes?"

The dentist responded. "There is a recovery room just off the main waiting room where you can be alone. It has a bed and a few chairs. It should be clear now."

Marlowe scooped his defiant daughter out of the chair as though she was a toddler. Tucking her under his left arm and stuffing the hairbrush in his pocket, He carried her into the main waiting room. with her feet leading the way. kicking and screaming. The short skirt flipped up over her bottom, exposing her panties to all the smirking children and startled parents in the waiting room.

"No, Daddy," Laurie screeched, "Don't spank me in front of all the little kids! Please, please, please..."

Marlow entered the small recovery room and sat on the bed. In his haste, he failed to notice that the door had not closed completely so that every sound from the room would echo throughout the entire waiting room area. As he sat on the bed and placed the struggling girl over his knees, Laurie caught a glimpse of the partly open door and screamed in shame and terror. "NO, DADDY, don’t pull down my panties! Please, they'll all see my bottom."

Marlow ignored her protests and tugged her panties down below her knees, lifting the short skirt to fully expose her bottom. His big hand smacked down on her quivering bottom again and again, eliciting, yelps, screams and frantic squirming. After a few minutes, he reached for the hairbrush and began delivering regular, solid spanks to the already flushed bottom, coupling the spanks with loud scolding.

"You will NOT <SMACK> defy my orders, <SMACK> you will NOT <SMACK> throw a tantrum in public <SMACK> you will NOT <SMACK> use foul language <SMACK> you will NOT <SMACK> resist a spanking <SMACK> you will NOT <SMACK> show disrespect to adults <SMACK> Is that perfectly clear<SMACK>?'

By now the blubbering teen was helpless to do anything more than howl, bawl, squirm and kick her legs in protest. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her nose was running and she was drooling helplessly, totally incapable of speech.

When she finally subsided into soft sobs and hiccups, her squirming stopped and she lay limp across his knees, the old colonel set down the hairbrush and rubbed her ravaged bottom. "Now, little girl, are you going to walk back into the treatment room and behave yourself? Or should we continue this a while longer?'

"No, Daddy, I'll be good," the little girl whimpered. "Please don't spank me anymore. It hurts SOOO bad."

Setting her on her feet, the stern old soldier led his sobbing child back through the waiting room full of wide-eyed children and parents. On the way out of the recovery room, he paused to pick up her panties which she had kicked off during the spanking. Carrying them with the hairbrush, they marched back into the treatment room, where Laurie crawled back into the big chair, heedless of the fact that she was exposing her bare red bottom to all and sundry in the process.

The dentist looked at Laurie and smiled indulgently. "Ready to continue now?" he asked.

"Y-y-yes, Sir." the chastened girl responded, still sniffling a bit and squirming in the too-big chair.

"Let me get you a booster seat, dear," the assistant suggested. "It has better padding on it and it will be easier for the doctor to work on you."

Laurie cringed at the term "booster seat" but once she was seated in it, she had to admit that it was softer on her bare bottom and also let her spread her tiny skirt to cover a larger area of her thighs.

Then came the ordeal of the gunky foul-tasting stuff on the metal tray that was jammed over her teeth. Once for the uppers and then another one for the lowers. She noticed the dentist conferring with her father as she waited for the stuff to set. When both impressions were done, the dentist came back over to the chair.

"Your dad has explained the situation to me," he said, "And I don't want you to worry. I do this kind of work all the time on girls in their 20's and 30's and it works just fine. And I think we can get by with bands around just two of your upper teeth. There will be a wire between them, but it won't look like a mouth full of metal the way the old ones used to."

For the first time since the spanking, Laurie smiled. It could have been a lot worse. But it was still no picnic; seventh grade AND braces AND kid clothes.

The walk back to the car meant running the gauntlet of the smirking kids and amused parents again, but she made it. And the trip back to the home was made in silence broken only by a few sniffles and some subdued squirming.

Once at home, Laurie steeled herself to resist the temptation to fly into her foster mother's arms and blurt out her pain and humiliation. But when she attempted a dignified hug, Margaret noted that Laurie's bottom was bare beneath the short skirt and lifted it up to examine the damage. "Looks like we had some problems at the dentist,” She remarked calmly.

Laurie dropped her head and nodded, a few more tears running down her cheeks. "Yes, Mommy, I was a bad girl and got spanked at the dentist's office," she said in a shaky voice. "But the bad part was that the door was open and all the little kids in the waiting room could hear me getting spanked!'

Margaret raised her eyebrows and Tom grimaced in self-reproof. "I am sorry that happened, honey, I thought that the door was closed." He looked at Margaret and explained. "The room we used was private, but apparently the door didn't close tightly behind us. My back was to it and Laurie was over my lap so she didn't have a very good view of it either"

"I know you didn't mean to do it, Daddy” Laurie responded. "I just happened and I don't think any of those kids actually saw anything."

Her father hugged her and patted her bottom. "Yes, but I still feel bad about it."

Laurie smiled bravely and wiped the tears off her cheeks. "I know that all those years with Doris have turned me into a spoiled little brat. I try to work on it, but sometimes it just comes out. I'll just have to work on it harder."

Margaret smiled and joined the hug. "We'll all work on it, little one. Now you better get upstairs and wash your face for lunch. We're having peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with Twinkies."

Laurie looked surprised. "Really? You never fed your kids that kind of junk."

Margaret laughed. "I was just teasing, child. We have Asian chicken salad with fried noodles. Your father says it’s one of your favorites."

Laurie giggled. "Yes, it is. Thank you for going to all that trouble. Doris never paid that much attention to what I ate." She scampered off up the stairs to wash up.

Marlowe raised his eyebrows. "Did you notice her choice of names? She called you 'Mommy' and twice referred to her mother as 'Doris.' This may not be as hard as we thought it would be."

"I don't know, Tom,” Margaret responded. "She's been through a lot of adversity the past ten years and it's going to be a bumpy road back."

A few minutes later, a cleaner and more cheerful little girl came down the stairs and kissed both the adults. "Why don't you guys just get married and make an honest kid out of me?"

Tom choked on his coffee and Margaret giggled. "Wow, that just came sailing in out of the clear blue sky."

Laurie seated herself gingerly at the table, chomped a handful of noodles and took a big swig of milk. "Why not? You're both single, you're stuck with me for a few years and you've known each other like forever."

"I think we'd better make sure we can all live together for a while," Tom responded. "We haven't done that in ten years and we may have developed tastes and habits that are totally incompatible."

Laurie shrugged. "Sure, well when you're ready, I'll be the flower girl and my three ugly step-sisters can be your bridesmaids."

"Your prospective siblings might not appreciate being called "ugly stepsisters", Margaret mused. “And they are all gorgeous young women."

"I know that, silly, it was just a 'stepsister' joke,” Laurie grinned mischievously. "Besides, every one of them spanked me more than once when I was a for-real kid and they'll probably figure on doing it again now that I'm a fake kid."

"That's true enough," Margaret admitted. "But on the other hand, you father has spanked all of them more than once over the years and I am sure he will do it again if necessary."

Tom laughed. "Well, I just hope I won't have to spank all four of them on the same day. I am getting too old for that much work."

"Well you did spank all of us in one afternoon, " Laurie reminded him. "Remember that 4th of July at the cabin near Fort Douglas?"

Margaret laughed. "I will never forget that picture. Four bare-bottomed girls ranging in age from nine to seventeen in the four corners of that little cabin."

"Yep,” Laurie giggled. "I'll bet the neighbors thought there was mass murder in progress with all the yelping, bawling and pleading for mercy going on. That's one time I was happy to be the littlest one, because by the time you got to me you'd pretty well worn out your hand on the other girls' bottoms."

Tom shook his head and grinned. " That's one time that the old 'This will hurt me more than it does you' line was correct. But I forgot to pack the paddle and none of you girls had brought your hairbrushes."

They finished what turned into a pleasant family meal and Tom got up from the table. "I have to check in at Brigade Headquarters. You girls can go ahead on your shopping spree. I was never much good at picking out girl's clothes anyway."

"Not much of a spree," Laurie grumbled. "I just have to decide whether I want to look like a ten-year-old or an eight-year-old. But I draw the line at pinafores and rompers."

End of Part 4

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