Little Women Box Set

by Chloe Carpenter

  Then his hands were parting her cheeks and she gasped as something cold was applied between them, covering her tight little anus. She wriggled.

  "Keep still," he commanded.

  Then there came a new sensation as something hard and cold was pressed against her anus.

  "Oh!" she squealed. She had an idea of what was coming. Although she had only ever experienced a butt plug on one previous occasion some months ago, she and Daniel had talked about the possibility of this scenario. And now it had arrived.

  Daniel worked the plug in slowly, pushing it in a little further each time she relaxed. As it went deeper, Lizbet whimpered at the invasion.

  "Hold still. Stop tensing," he ordered. "It's almost in." With a final shove, the butt plug was fully embedded.

  Lizbet mewled. It felt weird. She experienced a wave of humiliation and a sensation of fullness.

  "That's it," said Daniel.

  Almost immediately Lizbet moved position, standing upright, but a firm hand pushed her back down.

  "Oh no you don't. I haven't finished with you yet, young lady. You will remain in that position. I'm going to cane you."

  Lizbet's eyes bulged. "Nooooo!" she protested. "Not the cane! No!"

  "Yes," said Daniel, grimly. "Six strokes. And you deserve every one of them. Maintain position while I go and get the cane."

  He picked up the tube of lube and left the room. The wait was agonising for Lizbet. She was to be caned. And if that wasn't bad enough, she would get her caning on top of the butt plug. Surely that would make the caning even worse?

  It would.

  Daniel re entered the room. In his hand was a slender whippy cane with a crook handle. He tapped her inner thighs with the tip of the cane.

  "Legs apart Lizbet. Stick that naughty bottom right out."

  Lizbet swallowed and got into the required position. Daniel traced the tip of the cane over her pert little buttocks. He continued down, between her legs, watching as she arched her back, gasped and bucked. He moved closer and began using the tip of the cane on her bottom, in a succession of small taps. He then began to use a little more force, giving her six light taps as preparation for what was to come. Then he raised his right arm high.

  Lizbet held her breath. Six strokes. It was going to be awful. She wished she had never pushed that stupid girl at the park. This was all that stupid girl's fault. This was ...

  There was a rush of air followed by a loud crack.

  "Yeooow!" shrieked Lizbet. The pain bit deep. She frantically shook her bottom from side to side, as though she could physically shake away the pain. It didn't work. Her bottom burned.

  "Here comes the second stroke. Get ready."

  Lizbet shrieked as the rod sliced across her buttocks. The pain filled her, radiating throughout her body. She cried out, and reached round to rub her bottom.

  "No rubbing," said Daniel firmly. "Back into position, girl."

  Whimpering pitifully, Lizbet did so. Each stroke of the cane served to push the wretched butt plug in deeper. Fleetingly she wondered why people referred to strokes of the cane, when the ghastly implement did anything but stroke. There was another long pause before Daniel gave her the third. It cracked down, forming a neat line beneath the other two that decorated her bottom.

  Lizbet howled, tears springing from her eyes. She hopped from one foot to the other, then kicked her legs and wailed. The pain was intense. Her bottom felt as though it was on fire, a fierce heat radiating from it.

  "Get ready for number four," said Daniel. His raised his right arm and with perfect aim, brought the cane down sharply. It hissed as it flew through the air, landing with a fierce crack on Lizbet's well punished bottom.

  "Aaaaargh!! Ow! Ow! Oweeeee!!" she yelled. "Ohhhh." As the pain settled, this time it was different; this time her darker side rose to the fore and embraced it. Desire rose within her like a massive wave and her hips began to rock rhythmically. "Please. Don't spank me. Please. I'll be a good girl." But they were just words. She didn't really want it to stop. She was in the zone.

  And Daniel picked up on it.

  "Two to go," he whispered huskily.

  "Yes," she murmured. "Yes. Do it harder. I'm a naughty girl. I'm a very bad girl."

  "I know," said Daniel. He took aim.

  The next stroke bit deep. Lizbet felt as though it was practically cutting her in half. She opened her mouth to yell, but no sound emerged. Her head spun. Her mind whirled. Pain filled her. Then she found her voice and cried out, grinding her crotch into the edge of the table.

  The sixth stroke was made diagonally across the remaining five. It landed, revealing itself as a think white line of fire which began to turn pink, and then red.

  "More!" said Lizbet.

  "No. No more. You've had enough." It took all Daniel's resolve to restrain himself from taking her at that moment. She was so appetizing with her red striped bottom waving in the air, the tip of the butt plug peeping out coquettishly, and her glistening thighs parted invitingly. He ran his hand over her bottom, his fingers caressing the red welts. "Daddy knows when you've had enough."

  "Ohhhh." Lizbet exhaled. "Can I rub now?" She reached back cautiously, her fingers probing the six burning blistering brands. She wore them like a badge of honour.

  "Yes. You can rub. I'll go and get some soothing cream to rub in."

  His after-care was wonderful. He laid her on her tummy on the sofa and gently applied the cream. She gasped as the coldness contacted with her steaming rump, and sighed as his large yet oh so sensitive fingers worked their magic in rubbing away the worst of the sting. And as he gently rubbed and caressed her punished flesh, Lizbet closed her eyes in a kind of post-spanking ecstasy. She was quite disappointed when he removed the plug. The experience of wearing it had made her feel so submissive, and the humiliation factor had been strangely arousing.

  After that they curled up together on the sofa, Lizbet on her side, feeling the now pleasurable throbbing warmth in her bottom permeate her entire being. Daniel rubbed the small of her back and stroked her hair and whispered what a brave girl she was.

  She fell into a sleep of pure contentment.

  ---oOo---

  The next day was fine and bright. They played a game of hide-and-seek in Daniel's huge garden and went out for a walk later, stopping at a pretty little café for sandwiches and a cherry cola for Lizbet, followed by an ice cream sundae. For the remainder of the afternoon they watched Toy Story 2, and then it was time for her to go home.

  Once they got into Daniel's car, he handed her back her bag, mobile phone and other possessions, signifying that the adult Lizbet was back again and the outside world beckoned. Lizbet fastened her wrist watch and looked up at Daniel with shining eyes.

  "Well ... how was that?" he asked gently. "Did it meet your expectations?"

  "Oh yes! It went beyond my expectations ... not that I fully knew what to expect. It was just an amazing experience. I loved it. Thank you."

  He smiled at her indulgently. "Great. We'll discuss it fully. What would you like to eat for dinner ... Chinese? Indian? Italian? Thai?"

  "Italian please. I'd love a calzone pizza."

  "Sounds good to me. And now you're all grown up again, I might even let you have a glass or two of wine."

  She salivated at the thought, and when they arrived at the restaurant, sat down somewhat gingerly on the chair.

  "Are we still a little tender?" Daniel grinned wickedly.

  "We are," she said, reaching for a bread stick. "God, I'm starving."

  They enjoyed a delicious and leisurely meal and chatted in low voices about the events of the weekend, deciding to have coffee at Lizbet's apartment where they could talk properly without being overheard.

  It was when they arrived at Lizbet's that Daniel noticed an untidy heap of papers on the dresser in the sitting room. He glanced idly at the top one while Lizbet was in the kitchen making coffee. It was a final reminder for an unpaid bill. Frowning, he leafed through the other papers, fi
nding similar demands.

  When Lizbet returned with two mugs of coffee, she could tell by his face that something was amiss, and when her glance lowered to the heap of papers on his lap, she knew she was in big trouble.

  Daniel gave her a hard stare. "Sit down, Lizbet, and explain."

  "Ah. Well, I... er... um." She looked sheepishly at him. "I'm not always very well organised."

  "You have final demands for utilities and you're two months behind in paying your council tax. This..." He brandished a bank statement, "... shows you have more than enough in your account to cover the payments. So what's the problem?"

  "I told you. I guess I'm just not very organised." And I don't like doing that stuff, she thought - not that she would ever admit that to Daniel.

  "Then I can see we need to work on that. Come here."

  She set down the coffee and advanced cautiously. He had that mean expression on his face, the one he wore when he was about to punish her. But surely not now, when she still had a sore bottom from yesterday's caning?

  He grabbed her arm and hauled her over his lap. In seconds it was skirt up and knickers down, and a hard hand spanking followed.

  "Ow oweee! It's not fair!" she protested.

  "It's perfectly fair." His big hand descended once more on the already chastised cheeks.

  Lizbet wriggled like a fish in a desperate attempt to get off his lap, but he held her fast and cracked his hand down on her rosy red rump. In not time at all she was bawling like a baby.

  "It hurts! Ow!" she yelped.

  When she was breathless and sore as sore can be, Daniel stopped.

  "Go and stand in the corner, nose to the wall. I don't want to hear even a squeak out of you for the next half hour while I go through the rest of these papers."

  So Lizbet shuffled off and stood there, her bottom throbbing. Damn the man for finding out how useless she was in some areas of her life. Feeling very sorry for herself, she reached round to rub her swollen reddened rump.

  "And no rubbing!" Daniel barked, before turning his attention back to the piles of correspondence.

  Before he left that night, Daniel put a few rules in place. Lizbet was to pay all the outstanding bills in the morning, and from that point onwards she was to pay all her bills within a few days of receiving them. If she really had financial difficulties, Daniel would step in and pay them for her, but his goal was to teach her how to be more organised and responsible for her financial affairs.

  He went out and returned with a dozen or so brightly coloured paper folders and made her file her correspondence properly in date order. He had discovered that her invoices hadn't been filed, and some of the copies were covered in coffee and food stains.

  He drew up a list: Invoices to be filed promptly; bills to be paid promptly; put measures in place to monitor cash flow. To this list he added: Get up at 8:am, shower, breakfast and clear away; start work at 9:am.

  This was met with a loud resistance from Lizbet. "But I don't like getting up early! And I rarely start work before 10am!"

  "Too bad. Things are going to change around here, Lizbet. You're going to have to make an effort. And that includes keeping up to date with laundry and housework, and 10:30 bed times during the week, unless you are out with me."

  "Oh poo," muttered Lizbet.

  "I beg your pardon, young lady?"

  "Nothing," she said sweetly.

  Oh boy, she'd really got herself a proper Daddy. And she was loving it.

  ---oOo---

  Daniel called round again to see her on Wednesday evening. The idea was to have an early dinner and then go and see a movie, but neither of those things happened. And the reason they didn't happen was because Lizbet messed up.

  The first thing Daniel did when he arrived was to check the kitchen. The sink was stacked with three-days worth of dirty dishes and cutlery, the counters were untidy and covered in food debris. The bin was overflowing with discarded plastic fizzy drink bottles and other rubbish. The sitting room was untidy and her bedroom looked like a nuclear fallout zone. Daniel was not at all impressed.

  "But I was busy working," Lizbet explained. "Truly I was, I had a deadline to meet by 5pm today - and I met it," she announced proudly.

  "That's not the point. It only takes a few minutes to clean up as you go. The place is a tip. This is NOT acceptable." Daniel frowned. The mean face surfaced.

  Before Lizbet could respond, the doorbell rang. "I'll just get that," she said and went towards the door. When she opened it, her heart sank.

  An irate Miss Jessop stood there. She launched into attack immediately, pushing Lizbet aside and striding in to the apartment.

  "You are deliberately ignoring my phone messages," she thundered. "I'm sick and tired of all this late night music. It's VERY inconsiderate of you, and it has to stop."

  "Er..." began Lizbet, alarmed at the direction the conversation was taking.

  "Late night music?" Daniel stepped forward, his hand extended. "Good evening. I'm Daniel, a friend of Lizbet's. What appears to be the problem? I'm sure we can sort it amicably."

  "I damn well hope so." Miss Jessop glared at Lizbet, then somewhat reluctantly took Daniel's proffered hand. The two of them shook hands.

  "Please sit down." Daniel indicated a seat.

  Slightly mollified, Miss Jessop took a seat. "I'm Miss Jessop. I live on the next floor up. My apartment is located directly above this one. I've had quite a few noise problems with Lizbet in the past, and they seem to have started up again."

  "Have they now?" Daniel took a seat opposite Miss Jessop and smiled encouragingly. "Tell me what's been going on."

  Lizbet gulped. This was bad!

  "She plays loud music - awful rock and pop stuff. Last night I was woken up at one in the morning, and it was 2am the night before."

  "I see," said Daniel. He cast a meaningful look at Lizbet. Lizbet shuddered. "Clearly, the situation is not at all acceptable, Miss Jessop, and I do apologise on behalf of Lizbet. I can promise you that from this point onwards, no loud music will be played after 10:30pm in the evening. Is that reasonable?"

  "Well ... I suppose so. But I don't believe she'll make that commitment."

  "Oh I assure you, she will. Isn't that so, Lizbet?"

  "Er... yes. I'm very sorry, Miss Jessop. I'll stick to that rule in future."

  "Well I need my sleep so make sure you do," said Miss Jessop as she got to her feet.

  "I'll personally make sure she does," said Daniel. "You won't have any further trouble from Lizbet."

  Miss Jessop nodded. "Very well. But if it happens again, I'm calling the police."

  "That won't be necessary, you'll see." Daniel smiled one of his charming smiles at the old lady. It was obviously effective as he coaxed a reluctant smile from her as she took her leave.

  After the unexpected visitor departed, Daniel turned to Lizbet. She quailed at his expression, knowing she was in trouble. Big trouble.

  "And what happened to the 10:30 bedtimes you were supposed to be adhering to?"

  "Er .. well, yes. I did go to bed at 10:30. I really did. Yes, I really, really did," she babbled. "But I couldn't sleep, you see. So I got up again... and played a bit of music. I didn't realise it was loud enough to keep her awake."

  "You deliberately broke the rule and you kept it from me." Daniel's gaze was like cold hard steel.

  "Um. Well ... I..." Lizbet hung her head. There was not much else she could say.

  "And you compounded the situation by not responding to Miss Jessop's calls."

  Lizbet looked at the floor and shuffled her feet uncomfortably. Miss Jessop was an interfering old trout.

  "That's right, stare at the floor. You're going to be spending a LOT of time staring at the floor.

  "Sorry," she mumbled.

  "Oh you will be. Before I punish you - and have no doubt that you WILL be punished - I want you to tell me all the things you have done these past three days that you shouldn't have done, and all the things you haven't done that
you should have done."

  Lizbet's mind whirled as thoughts raced wildly. Oh dear.

  "I'm waiting," said Daniel. He leaned back and crossed his arms.

  After the silence that followed, Lizbet began to blurt out her misdemeanours: late getting up these past three days, forgot to pay the phone bill, didn't do the housework, stuffed more clothes in the ironing cupboard that was practically bursting at the hinges. Daniel said nothing, waiting for more. Lizbet blabbered on then lapsed into silence.

  The silence lengthened and Lizbet began to fidget.

  "Take off your skirt and panties."

  She gave him a pleading look, then complied slowly.

  "Turn with your back towards me. Bend down and grab your ankles."

  Oh no! She hated this position. It had none of the closeness and shared intimacy of an over-the-knee spanking. She got into position and waited for the inevitable.

  Daniel briefly left the room and returned with the bath brush. She'd never been spanked with a bath brush before. It might not be so bad.

  SPLAT!!

  It was!

  The first slap echoed through the room like a pistol shot. Lizbet shrieked loudly. That damn bath brush really hurt.

  SPLAT!!

  Lizbet yelped again, her body jerking under the impact of the ferocious wooden-backed bath brush.

  SPLAT!!

  It was most unpleasant. It thudded down, creating quite a different sensation to a nice naughty tingle or delicious sting.

  SPLAT!!

  Lizbet began to squawk, obscenely waving her bottom from side to side. "Please!" she begged. "It hurts too much!"

  SPLAT!!

  "OWW!! Stop it! Owww!"

  Daniel did not stop. He was thorough and methodical, starting at the crown of each pert cheek, delivering six whacks on the same spot. The same spot. How cruel is that? Then moving over to the other cheek he delivered six more, all on exactly the same spot. With a determined tilt to his jaw, he focused on the job in hand, moving a little lower, alternating the spanks on each cheek.

  "Ohhh! Ow! I'm sorry!" Lizbet wailed.

  SPLAT!!

  "I'll be g-good," she blubbered, then squealed loudly as the evil brush descended once more.