Little Red 5

By Red Rover

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Copyright 2017 by Red Rover, all rights reserved

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 Little Red, Part 5
 
 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. Laurie's parents separated when she was 12, and she has been living with her mother since then. Now her mother is incarcerated for 8-15 years for an unspecified crime, in which Laurie was involved.
 
Colonel Thomas Marlowe, Laurie's father, has returned to take charge of Laurie and to try to keep her out of jail. Through military and political influence, he has been able to work out a deal where Laurie will do no jail time if she behaves for five years. As part of that deal, 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.
 
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 5
 
Margaret relented somewhat and allowed Laurie to dress in a skirt and top which a fifteen-year-old might have worn. "Just for this trip, though," she warned. "After school starts you will have to dress and act like you were really thirteen while you are in public."
 
She noticed a sly smile on her "daughter's" face and was quick to add, "In public, means in public, don't get any smart ideas about age play in private or you will get your bottom warmed twice as fast as a normal 13-year old would."
 
"Oh, Mommy, I wouldn't dream of that, " Laurie said innocently. "And anyway, I'm going to be good ALL the time so you don't have to worry."
 
At the Post Exchange, mother and daughter deferred the inevitable for a while making non-controversial household purchases, finally making their way to the Children's Clothing department.
 
Laurie noted with a sinking feeling that the clerk was a girl about her own (real) age. Passing as a 13-year-old among adults wasn't too hard but a 20-year old might be harder to fool. She resolved to say as little as possible.
 
The tall, dark haired girl came over, smiled and introduced herself. "Hello, my name is Tanya, can I help you?'
 
"Hi Tanya,” Margaret responded. "My name is Margaret England and this is my stepdaughter Laurie." Tanya smiled at Laurie and Laurie smiled back, shuffling her feet nervously.
 
"We just moved here," Margaret continued, “And Laurie will be starting the seventh grade here next week and she needs some school clothes. Laurie is actually thirteen already, but she missed a couple years of school due to illness and moving around so she is a couple of years older than her classmates will be. I am hoping we can find some stuff that is appropriate for her school class without being too childish for a thirteen-year-old."
 
"Oh, goody," Tanya said with enthusiasm, "I love a challenge. Come on over here, little girl, and we'll get you fixed up with some really cute and cool stuff."
 
Both Laurie and Margaret winced at the "little girl" remark and Tanya instantly apologized. "I'm sorry honey, you aren't really a little girl anymore. Thirteen is a teen and you're a big girl like me, right?"
 
Laurie nodded and Margaret looked relieved.
 
Tanya took Laurie's measurements and surveyed her merchandise. "Well we have 'Preteen' stuff that's really for 11 and 12-year-olds and "Bratwear" that's for 13-15-year-olds, but you kind of fall between the cracks there. I guess we can look for some of each and try to bridge the gap so that you fit into the seventh grade but still don't look 11 or 12."
 
Margaret nodded. "She's outgrown most of her preteen stuff, so we should probably look mostly at the Bratwear. I'm not much use here, my other daughters are much older and I haven't shopped for a young teen for quite a few years."
 
Laurie heaved a sigh of relief. She had been afraid that Margaret and Tanya would put her in nothing but preteen stuff and make her look really ridiculous.
 
Tanya smiled. "I was a young teen myself not too long ago so I know how important the right look is for girls her age. OK, let’s take her over to the dressing room there and get her clothes off. We might as well start at the bottom and work our way out."
 
Laurie allowed herself to be guided to the dressing room and cooperated as the woman and the "older" girl undressed her, though resentment was building. They were treating her as though she was six years old, not thirteen.
 
Tanya frowned as Laurie's underwear came into view. "Now those undies are MUCH too old for her. Those would be suitable for a college girl or maybe a 11th or 12th grader, but not for a junior high kid. We need to stick with preteen stuff there, she is a bit small for Bratwear bras and panties. But the other girls will be wearing preteen undies and the boys won't see them anyway, so no big deal."
 
{No big deal for you Miss "look how grown up I am" maybe. But I will have to put this baby stuff on every morning and look at myself in the mirror.}
 
Aloud she said, "Couldn't I try on some of the Bratwear undies, Mom? There must be some stuff that isn't too fancy but looks sort of semi-teen."
 
Tanya frowned. "I can look around, honey, but you're going to have to undress in gym class with a bunch of 11 and 12-year-olds and we don't want you to look like you're trying to show them up."
 
{I'd like to show YOUR ass up, bitch. And if you pat me on the head again, I'm gonna kick your condescending butt all the way to the Main Gate.}
 
Aloud: "I understand but there should be some plain bras and panties that would be OK, I am thirteen after all, even if I don't look it."
 
Tanya looked at Margaret who squeezed Laurie's shoulder in a gesture that was part support and part warning.
 
{Ok, girl, back off a bit, no use in getting into a catfight here.}
 
Sweet smile, "I'd appreciate it if you could look around a little, Miss Tanya."
 
{Ah, brilliant. The "Miss Tanya" makes her feel like a grownup so she has to let me have at least a morsel in return}
 
Margaret choked back a giggle, but Tanya lapped it up. "Sure, honey, I'll take another look. Don't go away. I'll be right back."
 
{Yeah, right. I'm standing stark naked behind a curtain that just barely comes down to my knees in a PX full of GI's and she thinks I'm going somewhere?}
 
Margaret saw the expression on her face and gave her a quick smack on the bottom. "Hang in there, Little Red. We don't need a scene here."
 
Laurie looked up with eyes beginning to tear up. "I know," she whispered, "but this girl is probably younger than I am and she's treating me like I was a little kid."
 
Tanya bounced back in with more underwear. She held up a pair of panties that actually looked like something a young teenage girl might wear. "Let's put these on you and see how they look."
 
Laurie grabbed the panties. "I've been putting on my own panties since I was two," she snarled. "I don't need any help."
 
"Laurie, calm down." Margaret cautioned.
 
"I AM calm, OK?" Laurie stormed “Just let me put on my own fu... frapping underwear."
 
{That was close. Back off, girl and take a deep breath}
 
Unfortunately, the breath apparently wasn't deep enough. Laurie slipped as she was putting her leg into the panties and landed in a heap on the floor, frantically grabbing the curtain for support. But the curtain gave way from its hangings and dumped her into the middle of the sales floor stark naked except for her socks and a pair of panties halfway up one leg.
 
Laurie frantically crawled into the next changing room, realizing at the last second that it was occupied by a mother and two young boys. Bawling in frustration, she crawled back out and into the third room, realizing as she went that she was displaying her bare bottom and other assets to a dozen or more people who had responded to her first scream.
 
Scrambling quickly to her feet, she managed to get the curtain closed quickly, but the image of a dozen people staring and laughing was burned into her brain and apparently short circuited something .
 
"Get a good look, you fucking perverted assholes?" she screamed. "I hope you all go fucking blind!"
 
Margaret and Tanya came rushing anxiously into the room. Tanya took Laurie by the arm and started to look her over "Are you hurt, baby?" she asked anxiously.
 
"DON"T CALL ME 'BABY’ YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT!" Laurie bellowed in rage. "I'm not a fucking baby, I am just as much an adult as you are, bitch!" She wrenched her arm free of the startled sales girl and took a wild swing at the other girl's face, which fortunately missed.
 
"LAURIE - STOP THAT RIGHT NOW." Margaret thundered.
 
"Just get that smartass bitch out of my sight," Laurie stormed.
 
Tanya looked stunned. "What did I do."
 
Margaret gave Laurie a hard swat and set her down on the bench. "SIT still and don't say a word,” she growled.
 
Laurie burst into tears as she realized what was coming.
 
Margaret turned to Tanya. "Tanya, dear, Laurie has an anger problem, but that last outburst was inexcusable by any standard. Would you please go over to Cosmetics and bring me back a large wooden hairbrush? I need to counsel my child."
 
"No, Mommy, please, don't spank me," Laurie wailed.
 
Tanya slipped out the curtain opening and was back in less than a minute with the hairbrush. She handed it to Margaret and started to back out through the curtain.
 
"No, Tanya, you were the one who was insulted, you can stay and watch", Margaret said. "In fact, why don't you pull the curtain all the way back so that all these people can see what happens to a naughty little preteen girl."
 
"P-P-P-Please, Mommy, not in front of all these people," Laurie pleaded desperately. "Tanya can stay, but close the curtain back, please, please, please." She was trying to cover her breasts with one hand and her panties with the other.
 
"Not bloody likely, little girl," the retired colonel growled. "I wouldn't tolerate that kind of tantrum from a five-year-old, let alone a teenager. These people saw and heard your tantrum and they will see and hear your punishment, which, by the way, will get longer and longer with every second you resist. Now get on your feet and get those panties off, NOW!"
 
Laurie let out an inarticulate wail but scrambled off the bench and removed her panties.
 
Margaret gestured with the hairbrush. "Tanya sit down on the bench, Laurie get over her lap."
 
The two girls obeyed promptly. Margaret handed the hairbrush to a wide-eyed Tanya.
 
"Laurie, you will now very politely request Miss... eh?"
 
"Benton, Tanya Benton." the girl supplied.
 
"You will very politely ask Miss Benton to give you a hard spanking with the hairbrush on your bare bottom,” Margaret instructed. "And get it right or you will get ten spanks before the real spanking starts."
 
"M-M-Miss Benton, please give me a hard spanking with the hairbrush on my bare bottom," Laurie gritted out.
 
"Very good, you may be trainable after all." Margaret stated. "Now Tanya, I want you to give this little brat ten hard spanks on each of her bottom cheeks with the hairbrush. Take your time and make them as hard as you can. I want her to feel them all night and tomorrow."
 
Tanya's first spank was rather tentative, and Margaret shook her head. "That doesn't count. Put your shoulder into it, I want to see her bottom BOUNCE when the brush hits it."
 
Tanya took a deep breath and a full swing, which landed dead-center on Laurie's right bottom cheek. Laurie howled in pain and humiliation. Tanya continued at a careful pace, waiting for each howl and squirm to die down before delivering the next stroke. When all twenty strokes had been delivered, Laurie was long past howling, screaming and squirming. She just lay sobbing and quivering over Tanya's lap, with streams of tears, snot and drool running down her face and chin.
 
Margaret bent over and inspected Laurie's, red and purple bottom. "Excellent job, Tanya. You must have had experience at this."
 
Tanya smiled. "Well, I babysit for three girls between eight and eleven. I've had some practice at it. After all, one little girl's bottom is pretty much like another's."
 
Margaret picked up her unresisting foster daughter and sat down, setting the sobbing girl on her lap. "Tanya, please close the curtains now and go get me a damp towel and a dry one. We'll need to clean up Little Red a bit before we go back to picking out clothes"
 
A very subdued Laurie endured the next hour selecting clothing. She was polite to Tanya, addressing her as "Miss" or even "Ma'am" at times. she did her best to ignore the smiles and titters coming from those who had witnessed her mortification, desperately hoping she would not meet any of them socially or (horror of horrors) in school. The wardrobe she wound up with was much more oriented to "Preteen" rather than "Bratwear," but she figured that was her own fault and she just hoped she could persuade her parents to relent after a while and get her some more suitable clothing.
 
 
 
END of Part 5
 
 
 



   
   
   
 
 
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