Little Red

Little Red 8

By Red Rover

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Little Red, Part 8

By Red Rover

Characters:

"Little Red" is Laurie Marlowe, physical age 22, apparent age about 13. Not quite 5 feet tall and slender with long red hair, a baby face and boyish figure.

Colonel Thomas Marlowe, Laurie's father, has returned to take charge of Laurie and to try to keep her out of jail. Colonel Marlowe has arranged for her to pose as a 13-year-old and enter the Seventh Grade at Fillmore Junior High School.

Colonel Margaret England, 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.

Tanya Benton, age 21 is a salesgirl at the local PX who has agreed to help the Marlowes as a baby-sitter for Laurie.

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 13, that she has been held back previously for health problems and has just completed the Sixth grade.

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Part 8

Monday came very early for Laurie. Mom was shaking her awake at 6:30, "Come on, baby, It’s a school day, time to get up."

Laurie mumbled groggily, "School? Whadaya mean, I don't go to school any more."

Then she felt a cool breeze as the covers were pulled down, followed by her PJ bottoms. She was just remembering the current situation when a sharp smack on her bare bottom brought her to full situational awareness immediately.

"Yes Mom, I'm awake, I'm awake, geeze."

Scrambling out of the bed, she forgot to pull up her PJ pants and so sprawled on her tummy on the floor, nearly smacking her forehead on her father's shoes.

Col Marlowe picked her up, cuddled her in his strong arms and patted her bare bottom affectionately. "Good grief, child, I hope that every morning is not this dramatic."

Laurie blushed. "Hey, it's been a long time since I was in the 7th grade. It'll take me a few days to get used to getting up with the cows and chickens."

Marlowe chuckled and set her on her feet, pulling up her PJ's. "You do remember how to get washed and dressed in the morning I hope. Breakfast is in twenty minutes. Now scoot." He sent her on her way with a friendly smack on her bottom.

Laurie scooted, giggling and still blushing.

At breakfast, Laurie seemed cheerful, but somewhat apprehensive. "I just hope I can pull this off without screwing up majorly," she said, "I bombed out of school once and I don't want to do it again."

Margaret smiled, "I am sure you will do just fine, Little Red. You are more mature now and that will help. Just don't let the little stuff bug you too much."

"You mean like these dorky pre-teen clothes you're making me wear and that Minnie Mouse backpack?'

Margaret sighed. "You know very well how you wound up with that stuff. If you can behave yourself for a few weeks, we'll get you something more suitable for a teenager. Now I've put your admission paperwork in your backpack along with your lunch money. The money is in the little compartment on the left side and the papers are in the brown envelope in the main compartment."

Laurie smiled ruefully. "At least I don't have to carry a 'My Little Pony' lunchbox to junior high."

All too soon, it was time to go and Margaret waved to Tom and Laurie as they set off. Laurie was subdued as they drove the twenty minutes to the school and Tom reached over and patted her bare knee as they entered the school grounds. "Want me to come in with you, honey?" he offered. "It is your first day in a new place."

No, Daddy," she replied after a short hesitation. "I am going to have to get used to the place sooner or later. Might as well start off on the right foot. Besides, i don't see very many parents here and I don't want to stand out as a baby."

"That's good, kitten, I am sure you'll do just fine. Now give me a hug and off you go."

The tall soldier gave his daughter a tight hug and patted her bottom. "Make me proud of me, Little Red," he murmured.

Laurie sniffled just for a second and then smiled. "I will, daddy, see you at dinner." She hopped out of the car, put on her backpack, waved and headed up the sidewalk to the school.

There were about a hundred kids of various shapes and sizes milling around the school entry. Laurie realized that she was not the tallest girl there, nor the oldest looking. Most of the boys were her size and taller, so she would not stand out as much as she had feared. Even her clothes were not totally dorky, although most of the older girls were wearing "Bratwear" styles rather than pre-teen styles. And most of the taller girls had some kind of makeup on.

{More stuff to wheedle out of Mommy Margaret}

She had expected that nobody would talk to her initially since she didn't know anybody there. She found the principal's office easily enough and stood in the short line at the front counter with her brown envelope in hand. Just in front of her was a short, dark haired girl with a similar envelope. She turned around and smiled at Laurie. "Hi, I'm new in town, my name's Tory Miller, I' m in the seventh grade."

Laurie smiled back, "Hi Tory, I'm Laurie Marlowe, I'm new too and I 'm also in the seventh grade."

Tory blinked. "You look like 8th or 9th grade. You must be big for your age."

Laurie smiled again. "I'm actually thirteen, but I missed a lot of school time a few years back so I am still stuck in the seventh grade."

"Wow," Tory said sympathetically, "That sucks majorly, I won't even be twelve for a couple of weeks yet. Looks Like I'll be the youngest girl and you'll be the oldest."

Laurie laughed. "Yep, we'll be the bookends."

"I hope you don't mind hanging out with a little kid like me," Tory said wistfully. "I don't know anybody here and all the other new girls are in 8th or 9th grade, from what I've seen."

"Hey, you sound like a nice kid," Laurie said reassuringly. "And I am not a snob about age." {And THAT is an understatement}

When they were registered, the girls were delighted to see that they were assigned to the same homeroom, with Mrs. Ferguson. They found the room with no problem and settled into two empty desks right next to each other. Laurie was relieved to see that Mrs. Ferguson was a heavy-set woman in her late 30's. She had been afraid that her teacher might be in her early twenties and be more likely to see through Laurie's "disguise." But an older woman was less likely to distinguish age differences among apparent "kids."

"We have three new students with us this year,” Mrs. Ferguson announced. "Lauren Marlow, Victoria Miller and Steven Nash. Please stand up and introduce yourselves."

Laurie stood up. "My name is Lauren Marlowe, but I go by 'Laurie' or 'hey kid' or sometimes 'Bratgirl.' I am thirteen and came here from Michigan. My father is in the Army out at the fort and my stepmother is retired from the Army. I like to play soccer and basketball."

The class laughed and applauded. {Damn, that went well, the light touch went over big}

Tory stood up next. "My name is Victoria Miller, but I go by 'Tory' - with a ‘y'. I will be twelve in a couple of weeks. I came here from Pennsylvania and my mother is an account manager at Merrill Lynch. My dad passed away a few years ago and I don't have a stepfather yet. If anybody has a single dad, I will give him my mother's phone number. And I like soccer and softball, I'm too shrimpy for basketball."

More laughter and applause from the class. [Good, girl, Tory, you followed my lead}

The new boy stood up. "My name is Steven Nash with a 'v’. Call me Steve, Steven or anything except late for dessert. I am twelve years old. I came from New Hampshire and my dad works for IBM. My mother is a teacher at Bradford Elementary School. I like baseball, basketball and any sport that has girl cheerleaders."

More laughter, applause and a couple of cheers. {Hey, he's cute and funny. But he is also twelve, get those hormones in check, girl}

Mrs. Ferguson beamed. "Well our new people certainly seem nice. I hope you all give them a good welcome. We need new blood in the school and they seem like interesting kids. Now all the rest of you stand up and introduce yourself to the newcomers."

Morning classes went smoothly for Laurie. Much to her surprise, she actually found herself interested in the subject matter and even challenged by some of it. Her previous trip through Junior High had been pretty much a disaster and she had progressed only due to school policies of "everybody gets promoted." She realized that there was actually useful skills and information available there and resolved to actually make use of her school time instead of just going through the motions. {God, I'm maturing, Who'd athunkit?}

There was no formal "recess" at Fillmore, Lunch began at 11:30 and classes resumed at 12:30. The children were allowed to use the playground after eating and most took full advantage of it. Laurie sat with Tory and Steven at lunch and discovered that there had been little progress in junior high cuisine in the ten years since her last exposure to it. Laurie considered asking Margaret or Tanya to fix a "brown bag" for future lunches.

Playground was a bit more of a problem. There was a co-ed softball game in progress, but most of the kids playing were old friends from elementary school and there was no opening for her. The other girls were mostly in small groups playing kid games that just didn't interest Laurie. She found herself sitting on a stone wall with Steven, chatting about schools, sports, vacation trips and other things that pre-teens found interesting. She was amazed to find that Steven was quite mature for his age and their discussions started getting too serious for Tory, who wandered off to the swings.

Their discussion was interrupted by the sounds of a quarrel and Laurie looked over to see Tory wrestling with a much bigger girl on the swing set. She jumped up and dashed over to help her little friend. "What's going on here?" she demanded.

Tory was starting to cry, "I was swinging and she tried to push me off."

The bigger girl sneered, "Hey, I'm a 9th grader, you little shit and I want the swing, so buzz off and play in the sandbox."

Laurie was getting angry, "Aren't you a little old for a swing, Miss 9th Grader? And why are you picking on the little kids?"

"Who the hell are you, her mother?" the bigger girl demanded.

"I'm Laurie Marlowe and I am her friend," Laurie retorted. "And who are you, the fucking Queen of the Playground?"

"I am Valerie Campbell and my father is on the School Board, jerk-face," the other girl boasted. "So, don't mess with me or you'll get in trouble."

"I don't care if your daddy is the goddam Governor, don't mess with my friend, you arrogant bitch," Laurie yelled.

Nobody later was sure who made the first move, but the two girls were soon on the ground pounding away at each other. Tory started bawling and ran to find a teacher. Steven tried to separate the two girls, getting a few scratches in the process. Finally, two other girls grabbed Valerie and Steven was able to drag Laurie away, kicking and screaming. Two teachers appeared and demanded an explanation.

Both girls, of course, insisted "She started it," and added amplifying descriptions of the other's character, sanitary habits and immediate ancestry.

Mrs. Hargrove took Valerie and the two girls holding her and marched them off to the Principal's office. Mrs. Vincent grabbed Laurie and Steven and followed. Tory tagged along behind. Once they were all in the outer office, Valerie was sent to one room and Laurie to another.

Laurie, Steven and Tory waited in the conference room as Mr. Johnson, the principal, discussed the affair with Valerie and her friends. About ten minutes later, he came in and sat down. "OK, I have heard their side, now let's hear yours."

He listened patiently as the three kids explained what had happened, thanked them and left. In a few minutes, he was back. "Well, I think we have figured out the sequence of events. It appears that the initial fault was Valerie's for trying to bully Victoria, but Lauren should have handled it more responsibly. Steven, Victoria and the other two girls were apparently not at fault so they won't be punished."

He frowned. "Valerie's parents have not consented to her receiving corporal punishment so she will get five days detention. Your parents, Lauren, have signed the waiver, so you will receive a spanking unless you know of a good reason why not."

Laurie groaned - a spanking the first day of school.

Steven spoke up. "Mr Johnson, could I aska question?"

"Go ahead, son," the principal replied.

"If you spank Laurie, it will go on her school record, right?"

"Yes, it will."

"But if somebody else spanks her it wouldn't go on the record, but you could be sure that she was punished, right?"

The principal thought about it for a moment and nodded. "Well, I am sure that something like that might work. But any spanking by a school employee has to go on the record."

Steven continued, "So if somebody who is not a school employee were to spank Laurie in the presence of the school nurse or a female teacher, she would be punished but it would not have to go on the record?"

{Of course, Tanya - but she's working now, dammit. But he doesn't know about Tanya! What the hell is he talking about.}

Johnson nodded again. "Technically that would be OK, but her parents are not available right now."

Steven nodded in turn, "But I have two younger sisters and I have been responsible for them when my parents are away. I am experienced at spanking little girls."

{WHOA!! Where did that come from? YOW!! That's a whole new can of worms}

Johnson looked startled. "Well, Lauren is actually a year older than you are, Steven so it's not quite the same as your younger sister."

{You don't know the half of it, buddy. I'm not sure where this is going but my ass is grass either way.}

"Well she is smaller than I am so it is physically doable," the boy replied earnestly. "And I really don't want her to start the year at a new school with a black mark on her record."

Johnson laughed. "Son, you have a great career ahead of you as a lawyer or politician. I never heard of anything like this in thirty years as a teacher. But I can't see any legal reason why we couldn't do that. What about you, Lauren? Would you accept that?"

{Oh, shit. Now 'I' have to decide. Damn, if they only knew what they were proposing. He probaly won't spank as hard as Tanya or Daddy or Margaret, but still...}

Lauren was astonished to hear herself say, "Yeah, I'm, cool with that."

Mr. Johnson made up his mind. "OK, but it will have to be a real spanking, not a token one."

"Yes, sir,” Steven replied, "I'll spank her real thoroughly."

{I don't like the sound of that, but we're committed now. Oh, shit. Lord protect me.}

Johnson went to the door, "Mrs. Vincent will you come in here, please?" He turned back to Steven. there are two small paddles in the left cupboard, you can pick one of them. Don't use the large paddle or any of the canes. Victoria, you may go back to class now."

{CANES??? They got CANES here? Damn, I made the right decision.}

"Can she stay, sir," Laurie pleaded. "She's my friend and it would be comforting if she could stay with me."

Johnson nodded and explained the situation to Mrs. Vincent. She looked dubious but agreed to witness. Donna Vincent was one of the younger teachers on staff, barely older than Laurie's real age. Laurie hoped that her deception would hold up.

Steven selected the smallest paddle in the cupboard, moved a heavy straight chair out into the open area and sat down in it. "OK, Laurie, I am ready."

Mrs. Vincent and Tory settled themselves to observe and Laurie walked slowly over to Steven's chair.

{You are out of your cotton-picking mind, girl. When will you learn?}

"Please watch closely, Mrs. Vincent and stop me once you think she's had enough,” Steven asked. "This is the first time I've spanked a girl this old and I know I am going to have to do it longer than I do for my sisters, but I'm not sure how long."

"Of course, Steven," the young teacher replied. "But you need to do a thorough job. You can usually tell by the colour of the bottom when she has had enough, but I'll watch it for you too."

{Oh, shit, it's gonna be bare-bottom. But you knew that, right? Hey, a girl can hope.}

Laurie sighed, lifted up her uniform skirt and settled herself over Steven's lap. She was surprised at how well she fit there.

{Damn, he's bigger than Tanya, hope he's not as strong}

Steven tucked her skirt into her waistband and lowered her panties to her knees. She shuddered as she felt a slight breeze on her bare bottom and hoped that the windows were closed in case anybody was walking by. Of course, the people in the hall and outer office would hear everything, but hopefully not passing tourists.

Steven began by spanking her slowly and methodically with his bare hand, gradually increasing the rapidity and force of each spank, covering every square inch of her bottom and upper thighs.

{Damn, this kid HAS done this before! Prepare for a royal bun-roasting, little girl.}

Laurie's bottom turned from pale white to pink, to red as the boy's hard palm connected with every square inch of her bottom. Laurie tried to be brave but was soon gulping and sniffling as the heat in her seat intensified. Glancing up, she could see Tory wiping away tears and sniffling in sympathy. Mrs. Vincent was smiling and seemed to be enjoying the show.

Laurie was squirming and starting to cry as the spanking intensified. She broke into sobs as the pain increased and Steven stopped spanking. "You're doing fine, little girl," he murmured. "Now be brave, here comes the hard part."

{"Little girl," indeed! What would he say if I told him I was ten years older than he is?}

“CRACK!” The impact of the paddle on her right cheek brought forth a howl of pain and surprise. It was followed by an equally sharp impact on her left cheek and another howl. Now he was spanking in earnest and the paddle danced across the girl's bottom in a rapid tango accompanied by yelps. sobs, hiccups and other sound effects. Her legs kicked up and down in a frantic dance that exposed her most private areas to the two children and the bemused young teacher. But Laurie was beyond caring. This was not the mild chastisement she had been expecting, this was a full-fledged bottom blistering by an expert spanker. She bawled, she howled, she pleaded for mercy, she promised a lifetime of goodness and virtue. Meanwhile, her bottom was bright red, her panties were kicked across the room, along with her Mary Janes and one of her socks. Tears ran down her cheeks, snot ran out of her nose and saliva drooled from her lips as her clenched fists pounded the floor in frustration and pain.

Finally, Steven stopped paddling and lifted his eyebrows to Mrs. Vincent. "Do you think that is adequate, Ma'am?" he asked hopefully.

The young teacher shuddered, perhaps remembering spankings in her own - not too distant - past. "Yes, Steven, the poor child will remember this spanking for some time."

Steven sighed in relief and put the paddle back onto the table. "Thank you. Could I get some cold cream or something to rub into her bottom? That will help the sting go away."

"Of course, just a minute,” The teacher got up and walked into the next office.

Steven stroked Laurie's hair gently and patted her back. "It's all over now, little one, " he said soothingly. "You were very brave and I am proud of you.'

{Brave, my ass, I bawled like a three-year-old. But I am glad he's proud of me. And that is SO silly, I never saw him in my life until six hours ago. Why should I be happy he is proud of me?}

Mrs. Vincent returned with a jar of aloe cream. This should comfort her some. "I will tell Mr. Johnson that you are finished. But we'll leave you two alone here so she can recover a bit. Come Tory, give your friend a hug and go on back to your classroom now."

Tory, still crying, gave Laurie an awkward hug as the older girl was still draped over Steven's lap. "Thank you for sticking up for me," she murmured. "You are a real friend."

Steven slowly rubbed the cream into Laurie's ravaged bottom and thighs as her crying and trembling slowed down and she got control of her breathing. Then he lifted her upright into his lap and cuddled her, allowing her skirt to cover her private parts as she wept onto his now-soggy shirt.

"You're a good girl, Laurie," he said soothingly. "I hope you will forgive me for doing this to you. I'd like it if we could be friends."

"Yes, yes, of course I forgive you, Steven, I love you."

{WOW! - Where did that come from? If the age of miracles is not yet passed, let him turn out to be a twenty-year old cop on an undercover assignment}

"Are you taking the bus home or is somebody picking you up?" he asked, “It's almost two o'clock."

"Oh, my ba... my friend is picking me up at 2:30, " she said. "Well, shit, she's actually my sitter. After this afternoon, I have no secrets from you. My folks don't think I'm mature enough to be home alone."

{And they may be right about that, dammit. I sure haven't carried off my first school day well.}

Steven let her up to retrieve her panties and shoes. He turned his head when she lifted her skirt to replace her panties and she saw the motion and laughed. "I told you I have no secrets from you, you don't have to protect my modesty after what we did today."

He laughed along with her. "Just a reflex. I see my sisters nude all the time, but I still don't watch them get dressed."

She smiled. "That's kinda cute, but I like that you did it." She started to sit down and then jerked back up to her feet. "Can I sort of sit sideways on your lap for a while until school's out? That would be easier on my bottom. I feel like I need a butt transplant."

They cuddled until the final bell rang. Laurie was amazed that he treated her like a baby sister instead of trying any make-out moves. She could tell that he was aroused by the contact, but he made not a single untoward move, despite their intimate proximity.

{This kid is a lot more mature than he appears to be. He even talks like an adult. Could this be some kind of double deception? Could he really be an adult posing as a kid like me? Naw - that would be too much of a coincidence}

Steven walked her to the door after the bell rang and stood beside her until Tanya pulled up in her car with the two younger kids in the back seat. He opened the door for her and gave her a quick hug as she eased herself gently into the front passenger seat. Then he waved and headed off to the school bus stop.

Tanya gave Laurie a quick kiss and smirked. "Got a boyfriend already? You're a fast mover."

Laurie giggled, "Girl, you don't know the half of it! This has been one hell of a day, But I'll fill you in when we are alone."

To be continued.

END of part 8

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