Little Women Box Set

by Chloe Carpenter

  Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her mobile phone. She pulled it out of her bag.

  It was Brad.

  When she saw his name flash up on the screen, her heart sank. What would he say when she told him where she was? He would be so angry. So - she decided not to tell him.

  "Hi Brad. How are you? Did you have a good flight?" She tried very hard to disguise her excitement and make her voice sound quite ordinary.

  "Hi. No I didn't, there were endless delays and I'm dog tired. I've only just checked in at the hotel. What are you up to?"

  "Oh nothing much ... been watching TV. I'm going to have a bath and then an early night I think."

  "Ok, make sure you don't stay up too late. I'll call you in a day or two. Behave yourself - and no clubbing. Is that clear? I don't want you going to nightclubs."

  "I'm not planning to." That at least was true. "See you later then. Bye, Brad."

  "See ya." There was a click and the line went dead.

  "Phew." Ruthie sighed in relief, put the phone back in her bag, picked up her discarded clothes and headed for the stairs. But as she passed the bathroom, she looked again at the white painted door and wondered what was inside.

  Taking a deep breath she tiptoed quietly to the door and turned the handle. The door swung open silently and Ruthie peeked inside.

  It was a playroom!

  Ruthie gasped, her eyes as round as saucers as she stared at the room. There was a rocking horse and a doll's house, big toy boxes and cuddly toys, shelves stacked with games, dolls, and even a crib. How her little girl self would love to explore that room! If ever a man could help fulfil her needs and fantasies, it was Tom. But she remembered that he had said that room would be a surprise for another time, so with regret tinged with excitement, she quietly closed the door and went downstairs.

  Tom was in the kitchen stirring something in a pan on the Aga. He looked up as Ruthie wandered in and smiled. "Hey kid! You look terrific."

  Ruthie blushed, pleased at the compliment, and also because he had referred to her as a kid. That was exactly how she felt right now - playful, cheeky, and a little bit boisterous. She grinned and pirouetted around the room, twirling her flounced skirt. Round and round and round she went, till at length she became so dizzy she stumbled and had to grab hold of one of the chairs to prevent herself from falling over.

  "Steady, girl." Tom gave her a warning look.

  "I love these clothes," said Ruthie. She sniffed hungrily. "Something smells good."

  "It's tomato soup. Ok?"

  "My very favourite!"

  "Good." Tom gave the pan another stir then went to a cupboard and took out a box of crackers. He set the crackers on a plate and poured the hot soup into two bowls. "Where would you like to eat - lounge, dining room, or in here?"

  "In here please." Ruthie seated herself at the table. "I'm starving."

  "Me too. It's all that talking we've done." Tom sat opposite Ruthie and picked up his spoon. "Ah - I see you've found a pretty hair band to wear. It's cute."

  "There are so many lovely things up there. I can't wait to have a closer look."

  "And so you shall." Tom gave her an indulgent smile as he watched her tuck into her soup and crackers. She was such a pretty little thing, and so animated in her excitement. The childish outfit she wore suited her admirably. She really did look like a little girl and he was thankful to have found her. There was a spark between them, and he knew she felt it too.

  They chatted over supper and had almost finished when Tom's land line rang. He went to answer it, and returned to the kitchen with the phone in his hand.

  "It's for you, Ruthie. It's Chrissie checking up on you." He grinned and handed the phone over. "Here you go. I'll make coffee."

  "One sugar for me please," said Ruthie as she grabbed the phone.

  "Certainly not. Caffeine before bed isn't a smart move. I'll have coffee. It's orange juice for you, poppet."

  She thrilled at his tone and the look in his eye, and naturally deferred to his authority. "Ok. Orange juice it is then." She then launched into a conversation with Chrissie, reassuring her friend that all was well and that she was having the most marvellous time.

  Tom carried the drinks through to the lounge and set them on a small coffee table.

  "Would you like me to light a fire?"

  "Oh yes! Cool." Ruthie watched as he took a match and set light to the layers of newspaper and kindling laid out in the fire grate. Once the kindling took hold, Tom added a few larger pieces of wood which crackled as it burned. "Look at it go!" Ruthie was impressed.

  Tom added some coal from a brass coal scuttle, and then pulled one of the sofa's closer to the fire. They sat together, their feet on a soft oriental rug, and sipped their drinks as they basked in the warm glow.

  "It makes the room look all warm and cosy," said Ruthie.

  "Comfortable, pet?"

  "Yes." She smiled.

  Tom glanced at his watch. "I suggested earlier we might watch a movie, but time's getting on, and little girls can't stay up too late."

  Ruthie bit her lip. She was delighted he was referring to her as a little girl ... but on the other hand she wanted to stay up late. She didn't want to waste time sleeping.

  Tom smiled, understanding her conflict. "However, sometimes little girls can stay up late on a special occasion, and I think this is a special occasion, don't you?"

  "Hell yes! It bloody well is!"

  Tom gave her a certain look, a look that she would in time come to understand very well. "There will be no swearing, Ruthie. None at all. And if you swear, you will pay the consequences - on your naughty bottom."

  "No shit!" There - let's see what he does now!

  "Ruthie, I shan't tell you again," warned Tom.

  "But I only said 'shit' - I know a lot more words that are far ruder than that, like fu-oh!"

  Ruthie squealed as she was lifted bodily and placed over Tom's lap. Her fingertips could just touch the rug, but her little feet were waving in the air, and her bottom was sticking up prominently.

  "Uh oh," said Ruthie.

  "Uh oh indeed," said Tom sternly. He lifted up the little pink skirt. A chubby little bottom stared up at him, encased in yellow spotted panties. "You're a bad, bad girl. And you know what happens to bad girls?"

  "They get sp-spanked?" Now that the moment had come, her bravado had waned. Tom had such big hands, and she was going to feel one of them on her rump.

  "That's exactly right." Tom raised his right hand hand brought it down sharply on Ruthie's bottom.

  Splat!

  "Oh!"

  Splat!

  "Ow!"

  Splat! Splat!

  "Yeow!" yelled Ruthie. She hid a smile. The spanks weren't hard at all. They were baby spanks, but she could pretend she was getting a good hiding, just to help him feel he was doing it right.

  Then she felt his hand stroke her panty-covered bottom. "These will have to come down," he said, "so I can do a proper job." He grinned devilishly and tugged down her panties. Her bottom was delectable, like a ripe peach. He wanted to nibble it, but instead ran his hand lightly over the quivering twin orbs of delight.

  Ruthie gasped. The sensation of being bared was so incredibly erotic. A wave of pleasure washed over her. She had never felt like this when Brad spanked her. A couple of years back she had a boyfriend called Joe who liked to spank, but he never made her feel this way either. And as well as being erotic, it was humiliating, being bared like this, having Tom inspect her bare bottom. But, she decided, this humiliation was good. It made her feel so turned on ... her pussy spasmed in anticipation. Oh my, she thought. I like this!

  But when the next spank descended, it was harder. It made a crisp cracking sound that echoed around the room.

  "Yeow!" squealed Ruthie, and this time she wasn't pretending. "That one hurt!"

  "Well I never," said Tom. "Who would have thought it."

  Splat! Splat!

  Ruthie began to kick. She kic
ked so hard one of her Minnie Mouse slippers came off and flew across the room. She kicked so hard she kicked her panties right off and they landed in the fruit bowl. She wriggled and squirmed and yelped as the spanks continued.

  Tom was enjoying himself hugely. Such a naughty girl. Her bottom was a pleasing shade of pink, with hand prints adorning the mounds of her cute little buttocks. He saw the signs of her obvious arousal on her inner thigh, manifest as light silver streaks. He narrowed his eyes and his mouth curled into a smile of satisfaction.

  "So - my new little girl likes being spanked, does she?"

  Splat!

  "Ouch! Yes - sometimes!"

  "She enjoys it?"

  Splat! Splat! Splat!

  "Ow! Ow! Yes ... most of the time. Ow!"

  "She gets off on it?"

  This time, Ruthie's face turned as pink as her bottom. She said nothing, just shook her head from side to side. Tom merely laughed, and carried on spanking. The spanks fell hard and fast. He covered every available inch of her bottom with spanks, leaving her bleating and breathless.

  "Yeowch! Ow! Oh! Please!" she gasped.

  "Please what? Do you mean 'Please can I have some more, Daddy?'"

  "Oh!" The first thing that registered was that he had referred to himself as her Daddy. A huge smile of relief broke and she nodded. "Yes, Daddy. More, please." The sound of the word Daddy filled her with a radiant happiness, and to her surprise she realised that she did indeed want more. Not from Joe or Brad, but from Tom, her new Daddy.

  Her bottom had taken on a reddish hue. It stung and it throbbed, yet the sting was already blooming into a warm glow. It was kinda nice. Hell - it was very nice. She squirmed over Tom's lap.

  "Ohhh!" gasped Ruthie. She found herself saying, "Oh yes, spank me harder, Daddy! I'm such a bad, bad girl."

  "You are indeed," agreed Tom, and continued to spank, rhythmically beating a tattoo on her rapidly reddening rump.

  Ruthie reached a point where she closed her eyes and gave herself up to the sensations, revelling in the feel of his hand on her bare skin. At what point the spanking stopped, she wasn't quite sure, but gradually she became aware of his hands stroking and kneading her lovingly punished buttocks. And then a new sensation as his lips kissed her flaming cheeks.

  "Ohhhh," she practically purred. "That feels so good."

  Tom chuckled softly. He ached to explore her sex but had given his word he wouldn't take advantage. So he gently lifted her off his lap and laid her face down on the sofa.

  "Don't go anywhere. I'll be back in a minute."

  Ruthie just sighed happily, and lay there as her bottom throbbed and her pussy pulsed, and the flames of the fire curled and danced their way up the chimney.

  Tom returned with a jar of cream. He knelt on the rug and began rubbing it gently over Ruthie's hot cheeks. "We could fry an egg on here," he said with a grin, patting her buttocks.

  "I feel all toasty and warm all over," purred Ruthie.

  "Well," said Tom as he screwed the lid back on the jar of cream and pulled up her panties, "that was your first spanking from me. And I've a feeling there's going to be plenty more."

  "Oh good," said Ruthie. She looked at Tom slyly.

  "You're a little minx. Don't think I don't know that you engineered that spanking. But let me tell you this, poppet, I call the shots. I was itching to spank you and was glad of the opportunity. Shall I tell you why?"

  "Why?"

  "Because I wanted to observe your reaction and get a feel for your tolerance level. And in my opinion, we've only just scratched the surface. Am I right?"

  "I have to admit, you're not wrong." Ruthie grinned. "But that was a hard spanking and my bottom is all sore!"

  "You asked for it and you got it," chuckled Tom. He sat down next to her and reached over to pull her close, one arm around her shoulders, his free hand stroking her silken hair.

  It was the most natural thing in the world for Ruthie to snuggle up close. She did so without any qualms or hesitation. It felt so right. She flung one arm around his waist and practically purred in contentment.

  "Happy?"

  "Oh yes," she murmured, enjoying the physical closeness and the emotional bond that was already developing between them.

  "I'm glad to hear it, because there's something I need to talk to you about. I have a proposition for you, Ruthie."

  "You do?" That got her attention. She sat up and looked him in the eye.

  He nodded, looking at her intently. "You remember when I showed you round upstairs and we went into my bedroom?"

  "Yes." She waited expectantly.

  "Did you notice the suitcase?"

  "I did, yes." She frowned, puzzled. "The lid was open, and there were some clothes in it."

  "That's right. I'd started packing a few things ready for my trip."

  "Oh." Her face fell. "You're going away?"

  "Yes. I've booked three weeks off work, and I'm going to spend time in a cottage by the sea up in North Yorkshire."

  "Oh," she repeated dully. She had only just found this wonderful man, and now he was going away. "Well ... I hope you have a wonderful time." Although she tried to sound positive, she didn't succeed very well."

  Tom reached out and tilted her chin. "I'm sure I will have a wonderful time - if you'll come with me?"

  Ruthie stared at him. "Come with you?" she repeated, thinking she had misheard.

  "Yes. Why not?" He smiled and watched her features change from morose to disbelief to pure happiness.

  "Ohh! I-I'd love to! Oh yes! Please!" She jumped up and hopped about madly, much to Tom's amusement. "The seaside? I'm going to the seaside!"

  "You certainly are, if you want to."

  "I want! I want!" She was so excited, she began to giggle.

  "Ok. Come sit here." He patted the sofa. "We have things to talk about first. Starting with Brad."

  "Ah." She sat down. Brad. Her heart sank.

  "Right. You need to tell him."

  "But-but I can't. He'll try to stop me from going."

  "I expect he will, but it's not right if you don't tell him. And if he's in Switzerland for a month he's highly unlikely to fly back and hunt you down. You need to be 100% honest with me, Ruthie, about your relationship with him. Is there anything sexual between you?"

  "No," she declared emphatically, "though as I told you, he'd like there to be. He spanks me from time to time but that's it. I'm just a ... house guest."

  "In that case he has no real hold over you, and must be made to accept that you are an adult woman capable of making her own decisions. If you want to go away for three weeks with someone, that's your business, not his - but he should be told."

  "I suppose," she mumbled.

  "There's no 'suppose' about it. You must tell him. What if he calls the house and you never answer? He'd be perfectly justified in calling the police."

  "He usually calls me on my mobile."

  "Well whichever phone he calls, you need to put him in the picture. Ok, that's the first thing. The second thing is much more interesting. You want to experience an ageplay relationship, right?" She nodded, her eyes bright. "Then this is your opportunity. Three weeks with me, and you can act out your little girl fantasies by living as a little girl, with me as your Daddy. How does that sound?"

  "Bloody fantastic! Ooops - sorry," she grimaced wryly.

  "I shall overlook that this time, but if you swear again ..." He raised his right eyebrow and she understood immediately.

  "I get it. You'll spank me."

  "I will. And you might not enjoy it as much as you did tonight. I can be a very mean Daddy when my little girl breaks my rules."

  His look made Ruthie tremble with excitement. She chewed her lip and nodded.

  "Now I know that all this is very sudden. I'm not pressurizing you into anything, and you need to be quite sure that this is what you want. I-"

  "It is," she interrupted. "Truly. It is. I think I've been waiting for you to find me for years. And now you hav
e." She smiled. "I can't believe my luck."

  "Then let's make a plan!" Tom said. "An early night, and an early start in the morning. There's a heap of clothes and shoes and toiletries upstairs that you can take with you, and we can always buy you some new outfits when we get to the cottage. We'll call round at Brad's and you can collect whatever personal items you want to bring. I also want you to call him and tell him you're going on holiday - with me. If he gives you any trouble, give him my cell phone number and tell him to call me. You also need to check that all the windows are secure and the house is locked when you leave. Oh, and you need to tell your friends so they won't worry about you. They can call you - or me for that matter - any time they like. Got it?"

  "Got it!" She impulsively flung her arms around his neck.

  "And while we're driving up to North Yorkshire, we'll discuss lots of things, including Daddy's rules and the penalties for breaking them." He smiled wolfishly at the thought, and made a mental note of what implements to pack to help discipline naughty girls. And we'll also talk about the prospect of you being in role, and you can tell me what age you think you might like to be. It doesn't matter if you change your mind. We can experiment and find out just what's right for you. Is there anything you want to ask me?"

  Her mind whirled. "There is one thing..." she said shyly.

  He noted her sudden blush. "What's that, pet?"

  "Um ... er, well ... you said that you wouldn't ... you know ... take advantage of me."

  "I did."

  "But ..." Her cheeks flamed crimson. "But what if I want you to?" she whispered.

  He regarded her speculatively, rather like a very hungry crocodile about to sit down for dinner. "Ruthie, I want that more than anything. But I suggest we work towards it. These next three weeks will be a huge transition for you - a complete change of lifestyle. And if at any time you've had enough and want to go home, tell me, and I'll drive you back. You need to get to know and understand me better, and I you. I don't want to jeopardise our relationship by blundering in with too much too soon."

  Tom paused and couldn't help grinning when he saw her peeved expression. "Maybe ... just maybe there's room for a small amount of compromise. Some intimate touching perhaps, but no more, at least for the next three weeks."