by Becca Little
LITTLE BETHANY & THE WARDEN
BECCA LITTLE
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Copyright © July 2017 by Becca Little
First E-book Publication: July 2017
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BETH
I made a terrible mistake. I knew better than to get behind the wheel after getting so drunk I could barely walk, but I convinced myself it would be okay.
It wasn’t. The man I hit may never walk again.
Remorse isn’t enough. The judge has sentenced me to five years…
The Warden has made it clear he wants me. He’ll do anything to claim me, and I don’t think I can resist…
LITTLE BETHANY
I belong to The Warden. He says he will protect me and he makes me call him Daddy. He’s a strong, possessive Alpha Male and he’s unbelievably hot.
He has a special cell for me, where I live as his Little Bethany.
When I’m bad, I get punished. When I’m good, I get the best rewards!
Every week I get the strap as a reminder of the pain I caused before I was claimed.
If I’m good, he says I’ll be out in two years for good behavior.
Becca’s Note: This 20,000 word novella is a dark, age play / ABDL story with a HEA and no cheating.
It is based on a short story called “Little for the Warden” I wrote in 2015, which was one of my most popular stories and now it is a complete with new scenes, new characters, and enough steam to melt your windows.
For a limited time, it comes with another full-length novella and a special low price!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
The Evolution of Little Julie
Chapter 1
“Beth!” I felt an arm grab me as I staggered towards the exit of the bar.
“Oh, hey Adrianne. It’s last call.” I fumbled around in my purse for my keys.
“Yeah, and you shouldn’t be driving. Give me your keys!” She reached out for my hand as I pulled the keys out and gripped them in my fist.”
“No way.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine.” She insisted, following me out into the parking lot.
“Leave me alone!” I stumbled towards my car.
“I’m getting Steve.” She ran back into the bar to get her husband, obviously to stop me.
I knew better than to get behind the wheel after having so much wine I couldn’t walk straight, but my brain was so happy I didn’t care. I was in my car and on the road before Adrianne could return with Steve. She wasn’t big enough to stop me, but he was. The last thing I wanted to do was spend the night on their couch that had more springs than cushion. The alcohol clouded my judgment and convinced me that I could easily make it home, even though I had to drive through a busy part of town to get there. I turned the air conditioner on full blast, cranked up the radio, and started heading towards my apartment with one eye closed to stop the world from spinning.
“Get it together, Beth. Get your head on straight.” I tapped the steering wheel and tried to focus.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t that great of a driver stone cold sober with both eyes on the road, so adding the element of inebriation and a strong need to pee certainly didn’t help matters. I was barely able to swerve out of the way when the family of four walked across the cross walk, and while I didn’t hit them, I did hit a young man walking in the opposite direction. His body flew up and landed on my hood with a sickening crunch before he rolled off onto the pavement.
“Oh shit. Oh shit! OH SHIT!” I muttered, yelled, and then screamed at the windshield of my car.
I looked around, the sudden shock of adrenaline erasing my inebriation. The man wasn’t moving. He was covered in blood on the pavement in front of my car. The family of four that I swerved to avoid were all looking at me, pointing and yelling. I was scared and without an ounce of common sense rolling through my brain, I drove away as fast as I could. I prayed he wasn’t dead or seriously injured, but I knew I would be in a lot of trouble if I got caught.
“Just be calm… Easy does it.” I pulled my car up to the front of my townhouse apartment building and got out to inspect the damage.
There was a dent in the hood of my car in the shape of the man who had landed there. Along the edge of my hood and on my windshield, were splatters of blood. I opened my apartment door and ran to the kitchen where I filled a mop bucket with water, taking a dishrag with me as I ran back outside. I washed away the blood, but there was no way to get rid of the dent. I would have to get my car to the shop the first thing in the morning, but I needed sleep. The adrenaline was finally wearing off, even if the image in my head seemed to be constantly replaying.
***
I woke up the next morning, earlier than usual, with a splitting headache. The hangover was only a small part of my problem, so I swallowed a handful of Tylenol and started the shower. I held my head under the water crying as it washed away the smell of booze and cigarettes left on me from my night at the bar. I got dressed for work, put on my bravest face, coated that in make-up, and headed to the repair shop.
“What exactly happened here?” The mechanic, Mike, asked as he inspected my car.
“I’m not sure.” I said, trying to sound sincere in my lie. “I think some kids must have done it last night while I was asleep.”
“Ah.” He nodded. “Stupid little fuckers.”
“Indeed.” I forced a smile.
“Do you have insurance? I could file the claim for you and waive your deductible. It wouldn’t cost you anything.” He put his hands on his hips.
“Uh.” I stammered over my words. “No, that’s alright. I don’t want to file a claim and have my rates go up.”
“Oh, they won’t go up for vandalism. You’ll be fine. Just give me your card and I’ll handle everything.” He extended a hand.
I couldn’t think of a good lie so I gave him my card, swallowing a lump in my throat. I got a rental and headed to work, still making it in the office early. I sat down at my desk and drank a cup of coffee, trying to get rid of the image still burning in my brain, and the hangover that just wouldn’t let up. The day began and people came pouring into the office, a slow roar forming as they got on the phones and started working.
“Well good morning, sunshine. I’m glad you made it home in one piece.” Adrianne hit my desk three times with her palm and took a seat across from me.
“Yeah.” I sighed. “That was quite a night.”
“Steve is going to kick your ass when he sees you.” She shook her head. “He’s pissed that you drove home drunk. You know a drunk driver killed his brother, right?”
/> “I know.” I nodded and grimaced. “I just wasn’t thinking very clearly. Obviously, I should have listened to you.”
Adrianne continued talking, but my words were getting caught in my throat. I drank coffee and felt a sickness in my stomach. I knew I was about to throw up so I excused myself and ran to the bathroom. I emptied what little contents my stomach had into the toilet and crawled back to my feet. I was feeling like shit and the fear wasn’t helping. I washed my mouth, reapplied my lipstick, and walked back towards my desk.
“Beth.” I heard my boss, Emily calling my name.
“Hey Emily, I’m really not feeling well. I think I may need to go home.” I held my stomach and shook my head back and forth.
“Beth, there are two police officers here to see you. They’re in the lobby.” Her face was like stone, clenched tighter than I had ever seen before. “Please don’t make a scene.”
I walked towards the lobby like I was walking to my execution. My stomach did flips, churning with despair when I pushed the lobby door open. I was greeted by two rather large police officers. In a different world, that would have been one hell of a fantasy. The first one was a tanned, six foot four Adonis and the second one could have been his twin from African descent. They both stared at me as I approached.
“Are you Beth Wilson?” The tanned Adonis asked. The name on his uniform said G. Briggs.
“I am.” I nodded, feeling the sickness getting worse.
“Is this your car?” The African Adonis held up a picture of my car in the intersection the previous night, apparently taken from a traffic camera.
“It…” I stammered over my words.
“Did you drop it off this morning at Mike’s Automotive? The owner said you told him some kids vandalized it?” Briggs’ tone was harsh.
“You have the right to remain silent…” The African Adonis reached behind his back and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
He turned me around and locked the handcuffs around my back. The whole office had gathered to watch me do my walk of shame. Adrianne was in tears as she watched them spin me around. One of them took each of my arms as I started to collapse under the weight of a mental breakdown. They dragged me from the office as I started screaming for help. A few seconds later, I was tossed into the back of a police car. I saw Adrianne walk out the front door and shake her head, a horrific look spread across her face before she pulled out her cell phone and started dialing.
Chapter 2
“Come with me, Wilson. Your attorney is here.” The guard at the local jail was a big brute of a man who roared when he spoke.
“Yes sir…” I stood up and waited for him to unlock my door.
After locking on the chains, he led me down a long hallway filled with cells. Some of the women were there for a thirty-day stint and some were just being held until their trial. We were all criminals, although some of them claimed innocence. I knew I wasn’t innocent at all—I was beyond guilty. The door opened and a young man looked up from his laptop to motion for me to enter. The guard fastened the chain to a hook on the floor and I sat down.
“Are these really necessary?” The young man asked.
“It’s protocol. I guess you’re new.” The guard scoffed at the young man he immediately looked back down at his laptop.
“I’m Anthony Nugent.” He said, extending a hand. “They’ve assigned me to be your public defender since you didn’t have an attorney on record.
I could tell the man in front of me was not very experienced and likely fresh out of law school. If I could have gotten another attorney, I would have, but there was no way I afford it on a secretary’s salary. I barely had enough to live and with my father being out of work for nearly a year, I was still having to help my parents out as well. I couldn’t ask any of my extended family for help. They were even worse off than he was with several of them just living off the state. The man in front of me would have to do, because it was the best I had.
“I can’t afford one…” I muttered as I stared at the chain. I reached to shake his hand, but the chains held me in place. He reached further and gave my hand a quick tap before sitting back down.
“You’re being charged with felony hit and run as well as vehicular assault.” He said as he looked at his screen. “The man you hit survived but he’s in pretty bad shape. His family is fairly well off so they’ll be making a lot of noise.”
“So, there’s no DUI?” I asked.
“What?” He raised his eyebrows. “Keep your voice down. DUI? No, they have no way to prove you were drinking—if you were—I don’t want to know.”
“Wow…” I let a sigh of relief out.
“It might have actually been better if you were. The courts hate drunk drivers, but they’re also likely to recommend treatment for a first-time offender. They would probably even let you serve your time at a rehabilitation center.” He shrugged. “But, we can’t make their case for them, so we’ll work with what we have.”
“When can I get out of here?” I asked.
“You’ll have a hearing this afternoon.” He said. “I’ll have some clothes sent over. We’ll reconvene after that.”
“That’s it?” I asked.
“I apologize, I have a lot of cases, but I did want to come by and introduce myself so you weren’t seeing me for the first time at your hearing. We’ll talk more after it.” He stood up and motioned to the guard.
***
The hearing came and my attorney made my case. I got the option to get out, but my bond was ten thousand dollars due to the nature of my crime and the fact it was a hit and run. I met with Amanda and Steve after that when they came and visited me. They offered to put up their house for my bond, but I couldn’t let them do that. I would just have to sit there until my trial. It was going to be a very long thirty days, but my attorney said there was a good chance I would just get to go free with time served since I was staying behind bars until trial.
“So, we’re clear.” My attorney said as we prepared for my trial. “You’ll change the not guilty plea from your arraignment to a guilty plea and ask for mercy. I’ve spoken with the prosecutor and he said he will recommend a light sentence. It’ll be time served and house arrest.”
“Yes sir.” I nodded. “I got it.”
After sitting through an arraignment, pre-trial hearing, and one motion hearing, I was ready for the whole ordeal to be over. I had hoped I could just change my plea and not have to go back to court, but the judge wanted to hear what each side had to say before he decided. Anthony said it was common for this judge, but he always agreed with the recommendation from the prosecutor. I got to court and once we were seated after the judge entered the room, I was counting down the minutes until I was free.
“Thank you both for your work on this case.” The judge said. “Ms. Wilson, please rise for your sentencing.”
“Yes, your honor.” I said as I stood.
“Do you have anything to say before I read your sentence?” He asked.
“I would just like to say that I’m very sorry, your honor. It was a stupid mistake and I regret it every day of my life.” I said the words Anthony had said would make the most impact.
“Before I walked out here…” The judge said. “I was ready to accept whatever recommendation your attorney and the prosecutor came up with. However, once I saw these photographs?” He held up the photographs of the victim in the crosswalk. “I can’t on good conscious allow you to walk out of her today.”
“What?” I asked, looking at my attorney.
“Your honor!” My attorney said in shock. There was a rumble throughout the courtroom.
“Quiet down counsel or I’ll have you removed. This was a horrific accident. The young man you hit is still in a wheelchair, Ms. Wilson. If the prosecutor isn’t going to look out for the victim, I have to do it myself.” He picked up his gavel. “I sentence you to five years in federal prison.” It slammed down hard and the judge stood up. “The court is adjourned.”
“
Your honor!” My attorney moved around the bench to try and plead my case, but the bailiff stepped in front of him.
I stood there in shock for several minutes, and then I collapsed into my chair. I heard Amanda sobbing behind me as they came to take me away. I felt the steel on my wrists again and then I was taken back to my cell. I couldn’t believe what had happened. I put my head in my hands and started weeping. I was not going home. I was not getting out of prison. I was going to serve five years in prison for my crime.
“Wilson.” The guard appeared again. “Your attorney is here again.”
I was taken down the hallway to the small room I had been in so many times with Anthony. His face was ashen when I stepped in and he shook his head as I was placed at the table and shackled to the bar. He sat down across from me and took my hand in his. I couldn’t stop myself. I just broke down into tears as I sat there.
“I want to file an appeal.” I said. “I would never have entered a guilty plea had I known I was going to jail!”
“You can’t file an appeal when you plead guilty.” He shook his head. “I mean, there’s always a chance the judge could set aside the recommendation, but it isn’t normal. The judge was in a really bad mood today.”
“He was in a bad mood?” I cried. “I’m going to fucking prison, Anthony.”
“I know…” He replied. “I was able to get the judge to agree to let you out for a week so you can get your affairs in order, but it is the best I could do.”
I certainly considered flying, running—anything to get away from the impending doom of prison. I spent most of my days holed in up in my apartment crying and praying for God to intervene and save me. I read everything I could about prison, just trying to educate myself before the inevitable. I figured out pretty quickly that as a thin blonde woman with no way to defend myself, I would end up as a prison wife to a big beefy woman.
