Haven's Promise

by Maggie Ryan

  "Ah, yes, I suppose it is," Betty said, very intrigued about the hotel Barbara had described and easily picturing her Little somewhere in that wonderful shed. Looking at the young woman in her arms, she smiled. "And, young lady, what were you doing sneaking around in your parents' private room?"

  Barbara met the woman's eyes, instinct telling her that it wasn't simply a question asked out of curiosity. Feeling her face heat, she dropped her eyes to her lap, her fingers stroking her rabbit's soft ears as she thought about her use of the word 'snuck'. She could have just as easily said, 'looked,' which would have made the admission just that—an explanation that she had seen similar rooms. Her buttocks clenching, she knew deep inside exactly why she had used the word that brought naughtiness to one's mind. "My sister, Ariel, sort of dared me to look," she confessed, her stomach flipping.

  "That was naughty of both of you, wasn't it? Did you tell your daddy what you did?"

  "No-no, ma'am. I didn't think about it, I'm sorry," Barbara apologized, her sudden squirming not going unnoticed by the very experienced mommy who held her.

  "I rather believe that you are telling a fib, little one," Betty said, setting the woman's feet onto a path that could lead to many yet unexplored destinations. "I believe you knew what would happen if you told your daddy that you did something so sneaky. Tell me, what would your daddy do if he knew his little girl kept such a naughty thing from him?"

  Barbara's head was warring with her heart, but her answer came out clearly. "He'd punish me. I'm so sorry, please don't tell my daddy."

  "I'm sure you are, little girl, but I'm afraid there will be consequences before bed."

  Instead of the implied promise of a spanking sending her bolting for the door, Barbara took that first step and simply nodded, relaxing within Miss Betty's comforting embrace. "Yes, ma'am."

  Dinner had been put into serving dishes, water poured into glasses for the girls and wine into goblets for the adults, before John appeared with Angel's hand in his. Barbara exhaled, and realized just how nervous she had been, despite understanding the dynamic. She watched as Angel went to her mommy.

  "I'm really sorry I was so naughty," she said. "I promise I won't ever tell another adult that their Little needs a-a butt plug because they are rude and naughty. Please forgive me."

  Barbara's eyes widened as she listened to the apology. She couldn't imagine Angel saying anything of the sort. Her bottom clenched as she remembered the large variety of anal plugs and paddles and other implements that were offered in the boutique.

  "Angel, you know better than to be so rude. It doesn't matter if another Little is being naughty. As I was just explaining to Bunny, it's very naughty to sneak around, and she will answer for her naughtiness later. As for you, young lady, it is not your place to suggest discipline of any kind, and it is definitely not your place to pinch the key to the display case, remove a plug, burst into a dressing room to suggest one of my customers purchase the plug, and then describe exactly how to put it to good use."

  Despite having had her pending punishment just shared with Angel and John, Barbara found that she had to bite the inside of her cheek in order to keep from laughing out loud. For some reason, as Miss Betty described what had happened, Barbara could easily visualize Angel doing just that. When she looked up to see Mr. John watching her, she almost choked trying not to laugh—especially when she saw the definite humor in his eyes, and the eyebrow that quirked almost exactly like her daddy's.

  "Yes, Mommy," Angel said respectfully. "Daddy said I have to pay for the plug out of my allowance."

  "Show your mommy why you'll remember never to do this again," John ordered. Angel turned her back to her mommy and bent over, lifting her dress to present a bare, very red rear end. Her swollen buttocks bore several welts, and were slightly parted by the flange of an anal plug. "She'll keep her reminder in until she's made a proper apology," John said, patting Angel's rear before helping her into her chair, ignoring her hiss and wince as her bottom took her weight. He pulled out a chair for Barbara and she sat, her eyes remaining on Angel.

  When he moved away to pull out his wife's chair, Angel lifted her head, turned to meet Barbara's eyes, and gave her a wink. Barbara had been thinking about what Mr. John had said, wondering why Angel hadn't already made her apology between her daddy's knees. Seeing her friend smile and wink made her attempt to stifle a giggle fail, but besides giving her smiles, the two adults ignored it.

  Dinner was delicious, and Barbara gradually relaxed when she realized that, just like at her home, once a spanking was done, all was forgiven.

  After helping John clear the dishes and wipe the table, the two girls were led upstairs to Angel's room. "Okay girls, let's get you both bathed and into your pajamas," Miss Betty said, as she entered the bedroom, opened a drawer to remove Angel's items, and then scooped up Barbara's PJs off the bed, selecting a fresh pair of panties from the drawer.

  As Betty left the room, Barbara was a little surprised to see her hand Angel's clothing to Mr. John. "Mind your daddy, now," she said, giving Angel a quick hug. "No fussing, or you'll be back over my knee after I tend to Bunny."

  "Yes, Mommy," Angel replied, before taking her daddy's hand as they turned and walked down the hall.

  Barbara was led into the bathroom and told to use the potty as the tub filled. She blushed but obeyed, watching a thick layer of bubbles develop with the force of the water jetting from the faucet. After being stripped and having her hair pinned on top of her head to avoid it getting wet, she was helped into the tub, and settled down into the mountains of bubbles.

  "Isn't Angel going to bathe?" she finally asked, no longer able to keep silent, no matter how impolite it might be.

  "Yes, sweetie," Betty said as she lathered a cloth, knelt at the side of the tub and lifted one of Barbara's arms to begin her bath. "If she hadn't been so naughty today, you two could have shared a tub and played a bit before bathing. But she was very naughty, and her daddy will be giving her a thorough cleansing himself."

  "Oh," Barbara said, sighing with disappointment. She remembered the fun she and Ariel used to have in the bath, turning each other's hair into silly coiffures using the bubbles that they loved. They had played games, and drawn on the tile with bath crayons. No matter how rushed their mother was to get them to bed after they and Logan had run her ragged, they were always allowed at least a half-hour of playtime in the tub. She had looked forward to reliving those very pleasant memories of her childhood with Angel.

  "Honey, I know you are disappointed," Betty said, easily able to read the emotions on Barbara's face. "I promise, there will be lots more sleepovers if you want, and lots of baths to share. I'm sorry your first visit can't be all fun, but sweetie, you know that when you are naughty, discipline must come before play."

  "Yes, ma'am," Barbara said softly, remembering that she had been promised a spanking herself. She jerked a bit, splashing some water onto the floor, when a shrill shriek came through the open door. When another cry sounded, Betty stood, leaving the room to walk down the hall.

  Barbara craned her head, and could see that Betty was closing what had to be the master bedroom door, but not before the distinct sound of a Little in distress, apologizing and pleading for her daddy to stop, reached Barbara's ears, making her wonder exactly what was happening to her friend. Betty returned, shutting the door firmly behind her before returning to finish Barbara's bath.

  Betty picked up the washcloth once more, and instructed Barbara to kneel up so that her torso was out of the water. She smiled as she soaped the cloth and ran it across Barbara's breasts, noticing that her nipples were tightly puckered. Not letting Barbara see her expression, she calmly instructed her guest to spread her legs open so that her 'Aunt Betty' could wash her sweet little pussy.

  "I see that your daddy decided to shave his little girl," Betty said, as the washcloth slid between Barbara's spread thighs. Her smile grew larger as her hand felt the young woman shudder at her touch, pleased Barbara was not pu
lling away when a soapy finger slipped out of its cloth covering to gently slide along very slick lips.

  "I will send you home with some special wax for the next time. I believe your daddy will like it better than a razor, as it makes a pussy so much smoother, and stubble doesn't reappear as quickly." She felt Barbara's small bud pulse beneath her fingertip at the announcement, and smiled again when a soft moan floated onto the air.

  "That's my very good girl," Betty said, removing her hand and guiding Barbara to turn around. "Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs a bit, sweetie." When another soft moan sounded as that same finger slid between the cheeks of a twitching bottom, Betty continued. "Has your daddy had to wash inside your bottom yet? Or has having your mouth washed out been enough to curtail you using naughty words?"

  Barbara felt her world shift yet again. Never would she have imagined that she would be kneeling in a tub, her hands braced against a tile wall, her bottom not only bared, but being stroked, by another woman. She had never before felt the least bit attracted to another female and was a bit unsure how to respond.

  "Um, no—Daddy hasn't, um, he just soaps my mouth," Barbara finally managed to answer, struggling against the arousal she couldn't stop as the finger continued to stroke her.

  Moving her finger to gently tap at Barbara's tightly clenched pucker, Betty drew another soft moan from the naked young woman. "I'm glad to hear that you are taking his lesson to heart. I'm sure that shriek we heard was from Angel when her daddy pushed the enema nozzle into her little bottom-hole." Hearing a gasp, Betty, pressed her finger a bit harder against the aperture. "When our little girl is so naughty that both her mommy and daddy have to punish her, she gets a very thorough cleansing, inside and out, before her bath and her apology." Tapping twice more against the small pucker, she removed her finger and continued Barbara's bath.

  "Oh," Barbara said, barely breathing, and trying to get her unexpected arousal under control. Surely it was wicked to picture her friend having a nozzle inside her bottom as it was being filled from a red bag—just like the red bag that her daddy had put under her own bathroom sink. She suddenly had a feeling that the apology Angel would be making required more than the use of her mouth on her daddy's cock. The image that popped into her head, and the memory of the anal plug Angel had been wearing after her punishment, had her cream flowing.

  As if unaware of what the conversation, as well as her fingers, had done to her, Betty finished scrubbing Barbara and helped her from the tub, wrapping her in a thick towel. Once she was dry, she helped her into her panties and pajamas. "Come, let's get your hair brushed and your spanking out of the way, shall we?" she suggested, taking Barbara's hand and leading her back into Angel's room, noticing the quick, furtive glance that was aimed at the door of the master bedroom.

  "By the time Angel is through making her apology to her daddy, you should be done with your own corner time," Betty announced, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for her daughter's friend to understand she was to be spanked and put into the corner, and not treated as an adult houseguest.

  Barbara was, in fact, still in the corner, her tears having dried on her face after her spanking, by the time Mr. John returned with Angel. She felt her face heat knowing that they both had a perfect view of her red bottom, pushed out of the flap of her drop-seat purple pajamas.

  "You may come out now, Bunny," Betty said, watching as the young woman turned from the corner.

  Betty knew the next few moments would either help the woman relatively new to ageplay be able to embrace it further, or perhaps decide that she had all she needed from her own daddy. Opening her arms, she was very pleased when Barbara flew into them.

  "I'm sorry, Miss Betty," Barbara said, as arms wrapped around her in a loving embrace. "I won't be sneaky again."

  "I'm glad to hear that, and I know that your daddy is proud you confessed. Now, can you remember what else your daddy told you?"

  Nodding, Barbara lifted her eyes to meet those of the woman holding her. "Yes, Aunt Betty, I just forgot."

  "That's fine, sweetie. I'm just so happy that your Uncle John and I now have our own special little niece. Are you ready to play with Angel for a bit before bed?"

  "Yes, ma'am."

  "Good, then let me get your cute little bottom covered up, and you girls may play for a half-hour before Uncle John tells you a story and tucks you in."

  Barbara's face turned red again as she was turned around and felt her new aunt's hands reach into the opened flap to pull her new panties up over her bottom. Aunt Betty might be a woman, but she spanked every bit as hard as Barbara's daddy.

  She had been completely floored when Betty had opened a laptop on Angel's desk and then manipulated a few buttons until the screen came to life. It had been shocking when, instead of some application appearing, Craig's face had filled the screen.

  "Hi, Bunny," Craig had said, smiling and giving her a wave that let Barbara know that Betty had activated the Skype program.

  "Um, hi, Daddy," Barbara managed. "Are you having fun?"

  Chuckling, Craig nodded, his eyebrow lifting. "Yes, sweetheart, but I understand that you might not be having as much fun as you'd hoped. What's this I hear about you sneaking around with Ariel?"

  Shooting Betty a look that had made Betty reach out and pop her hand across her butt, Barbara had yelped and answered her daddy, explaining about the dare, and the visit to her parents' new playroom that Elizabeth and Nancy had designed. "It's really nice. The painting Elizabeth made is just amazing. Mom and Dad look so young and so happy," she added, seeming to forget exactly why they were discussing the playroom.

  It took a lot of effort for Craig not to laugh as he sat in his hotel room, watching his first video conference of what promised to be a quite an experience. He needed to remind his girl that she wasn't just chatting with the man she loved.

  "I'm sure it is, honey, but it was a naughty thing to do, and even naughtier not to confess it to your daddy. Since I'm not there, Aunt Betty is going to give you a spanking to drive that lesson home. I expect you to be a good girl and do everything she tells you to do. If I hear that you gave her any trouble, then the spanking you are about to receive will be nothing compared to the whipping you'll get when I get back. Do you understand me, young lady?"

  His warning instantly had the desired effect in focusing her attention. Swallowing hard, Barbara nodded. "Yes, Daddy."

  "That's my good girl. Now, forget about me, and ask Aunt Betty to give you the spanking you've earned."

  Barbara had done so. It had been embarrassing when she had been pulled across Aunt Betty's knees, her eyes watching the door, praying it wouldn't open as the drop-seat was unbuttoned and laid open. It had been difficult to lift her hips when instructed so that her panties could be lowered. It had been even more embarrassing to feel her pussy moisten as a female hand was run across her bare nates.

  "I just adore these drop-seats," Betty had said, stroking the beautiful bottom over her lap. "They make it so easy to prepare a naughty girl for her spanking."

  Unbeknownst to Barbara, Betty turned back to glance at the computer screen, pleased to see Craig's nod, indicating that he had a perfect view of what was happening. Looking back at the quivering buttocks beneath her palm, she smiled. "Now, let's see how many swats it takes to remind you that there are certain places a little girl should not be sneaking into, regardless of whether her sister dares her to do so."

  Evidently it took rather a large quantity of swats, as Betty's hand rained one after another onto Barbara's vulnerable backside. Within minutes, she was pleading for her to stop, her hips jerking, her bottom wagging in an attempt to avoid the next slap of her new Aunt's hard hand.

  "Be still, Bunny, or I shall have to get a paddle." The threat froze the reddening bottom in place, and kept it there until every inch of skin had been turned a bright, hot red. With her entire body quivering, her hands aching to rub her scalded cheeks, Barbara was led to the corner.

  "
Nose in, bottom well out," Aunt Betty instructed. After Barbara was in the proper position, Betty spoke again. "Oh, I forgot, please turn around a moment, and tell your daddy good-night."

  The look on Barbara's face was priceless as she whipped around, her eyes flying to the computer. Her face flooded with color, to match her spanked bottom, as she saw her daddy smiling at her.

  "Good-night, Bunny," he said with a smile. "Watching you was absolutely incredible. You've made me very proud of my girl. Now, make sure you think about your lesson, have fun with Angel, and sweet dreams. I love you and I'll see you tomorrow."

  Too stunned to say more than, "I love you too, Daddy," she was turned back into the corner, and continued to blush as Aunt Betty rearranged the drop-seat, reaching in and pulling Barbara's hips a bit until both her buttocks poked out of the opening.

  Before she disconnected the computer, Betty had smiled at Craig, delighted that he had been able to witness his Little's experience.

  Now, with the flap of her pajamas being closed over her properly placed panties, Barbara gave a sigh of relief. The covering up evidently signaled that punishment time was over for both girls, as Angel ran to her and the two hugged. Neither noticed as John and Betty left the room.

  *****

  Barbara looked at her fellow club members, a soft smile on her face. "So, that is my story. And, even though I owe that spanking to Ariel, I admit it led to an experience I'd been afraid to discover…" she paused, flushing hotly as her memories flooded through her. "But, oh, I'm so glad I did." Her sincerity was not questioned, every woman instinctively knowing how much the evening had meant to their friend.

  "Hey, you wanted to see that room," Ariel teased. "You can pay me back for leading to that experience by remembering what you said, little girl. You promised to tell us what panties came down so you could get that delicious spanking."

  Rolling her eyes, Barbara gave a huge sigh. "To answer Ariel's ridiculously nosy question, the first pair of panties were green with teddy bears, and the next were a simple purple and white striped set."