Reforming Little Anya

by Rose St. Andrews

  “Great! But, at home, it’ll be a different matter.”

  “Oh, in what way?”

  Jessica chewed her lip and paced before him. “Well… you remember back when we were dating, and you asked me about my fantasies?”

  Drew’s eyes darted back and forth. “Ahhh, yeah. But what’s that got to do with what we’re talking about?”

  “I’m getting to that. I told you I didn’t have any, which was a lie. Drew, the one thing I wanted more than anything else in life was to have an old-fashioned father/daughter relationship. I never had that. Then, when I was brought here, I got just the sort of love and care—and discipline—I’ve always needed. The stresses of work are sometimes… well, overwhelming. Not being plagued by them here was a true delight. I’ve never felt better!”

  “I can believe it, and you look fantastic, baby. You positively glow,” he said with a smile.

  “Thank you,” she squeaked, grinning from ear to ear. “So, when we’re at home, how about you be my father in all things and I’ll be your daughter? You okay with that?”

  “Oh, some sort of age-play scenario, eh? Yeah, I like that. No, I love it! The idea of being able to take care of you sounds great. Ahhh, wait a minute, just how… fatherly am I to be? I mean, is this to be a purely platonic relationship?”

  Jessica laughed. “I said I wanted love and care, I didn’t say I wanted to live in a convent!”

  “Okay, just checking.”

  Hugging him, she reached over and picked up her iPad. “There’s just one more thing, darling, this. It pretty much lists all the horrible things I did to you—and others—since I joined the company. Loath as I am to admit it, I do think punishment is called for.”

  “I see. Okay, tell you what, once we get settled into our new place, we’ll work out a ‘payment plan’ for dealing with each and every act.”

  Jessica swallowed hard. “Yes, Drew.”

  “Kelly, come on in,” he called out.

  Jessica jumped in surprise, and a moment later Kelly, Misha, and Viktor came back in to talk over logistics. Drew and Jessica would get a small place in town. As far as anyone in the village was concerned, they were coming to town to work on the new resort. Misha and Viktor would announce that Anya had been awarded a scholarship and was moving to America to attend college.

  “Wait a minute,” Jessica said, thinking for a moment. “Ahhh, I know this is going to sound strange, but I can’t leave with you two now. How would it look if Anya just up and disappeared? Iva and the girls would be very upset! I have to say good-bye to them.”

  Kelly slowly nodded. “Good point. What do you suggest?”

  “You two go back to the inn. Viktor and Misha will announce at dinner about me leaving. In a couple of days, they can bring me to the inn, and I’ll change into my ‘big girl’ clothes.”

  Drew smiled and kissed Jessica’s cheek. “That’s very sweet of you, baby. The old you never would have been so considerate of her friends.”

  “The old me never had such good friends!” she replied, and hugged him.

  They all agreed, and then Jessica changed back into her little girl clothes.

  That night, sitting down to dinner, the announcement was made. While sad to see her leave, the girls were all happy to hear about Anya. So, they held an impromptu party after dinner—the cooks even baked a cake. Jessica couldn’t help herself—she not only had fun, she felt real sadness at saying good-bye.

  * * *

  It took a couple of days, but everything was finally ready. When Jessica packed up and headed out to the car, she couldn’t hold back the tears. All the girls hugged her over and over, and Iva squeezed her and lifted her in the air as if she were a ragdoll.

  “Don’t you worry, Iva, I’ll be fine, and I’m sure you will too.”

  “I know,” she squeaked, wiping away the tears—again.

  After that, Viktor drove her away, and Misha led the girls back inside the house. After making the turn for the station, he made a sharp right, and soon they were pulling up to the back door of the inn. Once inside, it was up to Kelly’s room, and she once again melted into Drew’s arms.

  “All right, all right, you two,” Kelly said, pulling them apart. “You’ll have plenty of time for that mushy stuff later. Jessica, you have your first meeting with your team tomorrow at nine. Once you’re dressed, you and Drew can head over to your new place.”

  She smiled. “I can’t wait.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  A couple of hours later, they were ready to go. Kelly had brought Jessica’s bag from Prague, so she had her complete wardrobe and toiletries. She was a little nervous when they came down the stairs. She wondered if Sergio recognized her. As it turned out, no, he didn’t. He looked right at her, as she and Drew walked out arm in arm, and wished her a pleasant day. She was amazed. But, as Drew pointed out, she was in a smart-looking adult outfit, full makeup, and her padded bra.

  She didn’t look anything like little Anya.

  Viktor drove Kelly to the train station, and Drew used the company car to drive them to their new home. Jessica couldn’t help herself; she bounced in her seat like a little girl excited to see Disney World.

  The drive wasn’t long, but it was outside of town. Drew had found a cute little stone cottage out near an open field. The house sat nestled under a huge oak tree, ringed by a simple wood fence, and lovely flowerbeds sat on either side of the stone walkway that led up to the front door. Drew parked next to the house; they grabbed their bags, and headed inside.

  “Oh, Drew, it’s adorable,” she squeaked, stopping in the small atrium.

  “I thought you’d like it, baby,” he said, closing the door behind him. “But you need to start getting in the habit of calling me ‘Daddy.’ Remember, inside this house, that’s what I am. So, it’s ‘Daddy’ or ‘sir.’ Is that clear?”

  She nodded. “Yes, sir. So, where are the bedrooms?”

  He gestured at the narrow stairs in front of them. “Right up those. Bathroom is at the top of the stairs. My room is to the right, yours is to the left. There’s a third bedroom next to yours, and that’ll be your home office. Given how much work we’re going to be doing, I realized that you’d have to have one spot in here where you could be a big girl. Agreed?”

  “Yes, Daddy, but how come I’m not in your room?”

  “Oh, don’t worry, we’ll be together often. But I decided that you should have a room of your own. When I found this place the other day, I knew it was perfect for us. Down here is a nice little living room, the kitchen and dining room, and a snug little study for me. Now, go on up and take a look.”

  “Okay,” she replied, and started up the stairs.

  Drew fell in behind her. “Oh, baby, I’ve got to say, you wear a tight skirt better than anyone!”

  Looking over her shoulder, she could see that Drew was several steps below her, which meant he was eye level with her ass.

  “Down, Daddy, we’ll get to play soon enough.”

  “I know, it’s just… been a lonnggg time for me.”

  “You? What about me? Last time was… sheesh, I can’t remember!”

  “Ouch! Sorry to hear that, baby, but don’t worry—Daddy fix,” he said with a smile.

  Jessica giggled and moved to her room, and gasped. It was beautiful, but it was also quite juvenile.

  Wow, Drew is taking this age-play very seriously.

  The cottage had obviously been previously owned by a family with a very young girl. The room was decked out in bright pastels, and had child-size furniture. For a change Jessica would have a chair where her feet did touch the floor. She rolled her bag over to the dresser, and found it was already full. It would seem Drew had done some shopping, and he’d gotten her a full wardrobe of little girl things.

  So, where do my adult clothes go? Ah, my office—of course.

  Moving to the next room, she saw several boxes on the floor and desk. There was an open closet in the corner, and she put her things in there. Then she u
npacked the boxes. They contained a new laptop, the full files on the resort, and some general office supplies. In no time she had the place set up and ready to go. A creak from the doorway caught her attention, and she turned toward it.

  Drew stood in the doorway. “Wow, look at this place! It doesn’t look anything like your old office. That was a study in chaos theory.”

  “Yes, guilty as charged. I guess this is what comes of a couple of months with Viktor and Misha, and their rules about keeping my room tidy.”

  “Well, remind me to thank them. Where do you want to start, baby?”

  She smiled at him. “As much as I’d like to play, I think I need to work. Until I review the files, it’s just going to prey on my mind, and—”

  “I know, you won’t be able to think about anything, and you mean anything else.”

  “Sorry,” she said sadly.

  “It’s okay. Tell you what, you go ahead and do your ‘homework,’ I’ll start lunch. After that, we’ll go for a walk and relax, and get some work in too.”

  “Huh?”

  “We’ll walk by the site for the resort.”

  Jessica smiled. “Ah, you are one smart daddy!”

  He bowed slightly to her. “I try. Now, when I call you down to lunch, you come—no arguments, got it?”

  She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  Drew left and Jessica got to work, and there was a lot of work to do. The project was going to take all of her attention, a lot of time, and be a real stress booster. Suddenly, the prospect of age-play took on a new sense of importance. Being able to shed the pressures of adulthood for a while each day would be a real help to her mental stress. This was going to work out great. Of course, there was the matter of paying for her previous antics. What was that going to entail? She knew: her tail paying that price!

  * * *

  As far as Jessica was concerned, Drew was calling out to her a grand total of two minutes later. She raised her head from the file she was studying. A small antique clock sat on the mantel of the equally small fireplace. It was just chiming two o’clock. She had been working for a while! So, bounding down the stairs like a hungry teen, she turned right, moved through the pretty little living room, and entered the snug little kitchen/dining area.

  Drew turned away from the cute little gas stove, all smiles, and then frowned. “Little one, what are you doing in those clothes? Oh, sorry, my fault, I should have told you. From now on, once you leave your office you are to go to your playroom and change.”

  “What? Ohhh, my—yeah, I get it. I’m sorry too; I should have thought of that myself.”

  “We’ll let it go—this time. But, I’m going to keep a big spoon—just like Viktor has—around in case you forget again or whine about your meals. Do either of those and you’ll be eating your meals on a sore bottom, and I’ll be feeding you.”

  “But-but, Drew, you don’t have to do that. I’ll eat, I promise,” she whined.

  With that, she sat in one of the chairs, and he set a delicious-looking meal before her.

  “No buts, little girl, except yours if you don’t clean your plate and drink your milk,” he scolded, holding the glass up to her. “Besides, I… well, I like the idea of taking care of you,” he added, his face taking on a slightly reddish hue.

  Jessica couldn’t help it—she smiled. Drew might be her daddy, but he was all mother hen.

  Once they were done, they cleaned up, and decided to head outside. Jessica changed into some nice casual clothes, and they strolled about the area. Everywhere they went, they saw beauty: rolling hills, trees, flowers and so on, and the site for the new resort looked fantastic. Jessica just about burst with ideas; she was rattling them off so fast Drew was barely able to take notes.

  “Sheesh, sweetie, I’m going to have to get a tape recorder or something to keep up with you,” he said with a smile.

  “Oh, sorry. After so many months of not working, I got a lot of pent-up energy.”

  He grinned. “Energy, eh? Well, how about we go home and burn off some of that energy?”

  Jessica felt a slight clitoral surge and squeezed her thighs together. Oh, it had been a long time! “Ah-ahhh, yes, sir,” she squeaked.

  She rolled her eyes. Oh, don’t I just sound mature!

  The walk home was done in record time, and Drew practically carried her up the stairs and to his room. Somehow, she had no idea how, their clothes disintegrated between the front door and the bed. She was so hungry for Drew. Her small arms wrapped about his large chest, even as his hands caressed and squeezed her supple frame. Their lips found each other’s, and then their tongues engaged in some deft sword-fighting.

  They rolled about on the king-sized bed, arms and legs intertwining, and Jessica felt her pussy practically drench her thighs. Yeah, it had been a long time. Drew’s cock easily found its target, and he grabbed her about the waist. He thrust and rocked into her, and she arched her back.

  “Ohhhhhh, Daddddyyyyyy, yesssss!” she wailed. “Give it to meeeee!”

  “Baby, I love you,” he growled, speeding up his hip action.

  The man was a pile-driver! Jessica truly thought her pussy was going to burst into flames from the friction action. Thank goodness for evolution—it had provided her with a natural lubricant and… fire-suppressor. Stars danced in front of her for a moment, and then she came hard.

  As for Drew, he seemed to have incredible restraint; he held off for another couple of minutes, and then shot his load deep inside her. That was the last straw; a guttural howl of pleasure erupted from her lungs, and she came once more.

  Somehow they managed to keep up the pace for a full hour, and then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  * * *

  Jessica awoke, and was surprised to find herself alone. Sitting up, she was even more surprised to see where she was, and how she was dressed. She was in her bed, and in a cute little girl nightie. Looking around, she could see the late afternoon sunlight filtering through her curtains.

  Wow, how long have I been out?

  She got up, got dressed in one of her nice new dresses (and felt about twelve), and ambled on over to Drew’s room. He wasn’t there, so she went downstairs. The door to his study was ajar, and she saw the light on, so she rapped on the door.

  “Come in, sweetie,” he called out.

  She did, and smiled to see him behind his ornate desk. “Wow, this is a nice room, Daddy.”

  “Thank you, sweetie, and don’t you look nice! I’m glad I remembered your sizes and was able to find some things in town. I’ve got dinner in the oven, but before we eat, you need to come here and sign a few things.”

  He gestured for her to approach, and she walked over to stand at his right. A quick scan and she knew what they were.

  “What the—? Dre—Daddy, what’s this all about? You’re to have sole control of my bank account? That’s not fair. I want control of my money.”

  “Jessica Alban, you cannot handle your finances. Back home, you had what, a six-figure salary?”

  “Ahh, yeah, so?”

  “And how much of that did you save?”

  “Ahh, nothing.”

  He nodded. “Exactly. Until you learn about sticking to a budget and saving for the future, I will control your money—case closed.”

  “Oh… Yes, sir,” she grumbled, and signed.

  She knew he was right, she just hated to admit it. So, she signed, along with durable power of attorney, and then it was off to the kitchen for dinner. After they were done, they relaxed in the living room with a movie, and then both went off to their respective offices. Drew had to line up some deliveries for the job site, and Jessica wanted to print out the reports she’d need for tomorrow’s meeting.

  Finally, coming out of her office she heard Drew in the bathroom, and poked her head in the door. He was running a bath.

  “Ah, there you are, baby. Come on, come in and get in the tub, it’s bath time.”

  “A bath? But I usually take a shower.”

 
“You did at the home, and at home, but not here. I want to bathe you.”

  Jessica was a little surprised by this, but it actually sounded quite nice. So, slipping out of her nightie, she headed for the tub—and jumped as she got a firm spank to her bare little bottom.

  “Ouch! Daddy, what was that for?” she whined.

  He pointed at the floor. “Just what do you think you’re doing, little girl? Is that what we do with our clothes, just toss them on the floor?”

  “Sorry,” she replied, scooping up her nightie.

  She put it on the counter and climbed into the tub. Drew pulled up a chair next to her and began to gently wash her. It felt soooo good. Jessica was surprised by what she saw in the tub: toys!

  “Daddy, you actually expect me to… play during my bath?”

  “Why not? Remember that line from that old Star Trek episode we like? The greater the intellect, the greater the need to play. So, relax and enjoy yourself.”

  She thought it silly, but decided to play along, and found the boats to actually be fun. She was halfway through her reenactment of the Battle of Midway when she almost jumped out of the tub. Drew was washing her… down there.

  “Ah—ahhh… Dadddyyyyy, easssyyyy…” she moaned.

  He chuckled. “I just want my baby alllll clean,” he said as he rubbed his hand across her mound.

  Concentrating on her toys became increasingly difficult, as he seemed bound and determined to get her super squeaky clean!

  “Oh… ohhh, Dadddyyyy, I’m sooo clo—”

  He snatched his hands away. “And now we wash the hair,” he said casually.

  “Oh! Daddy, that was mean,” she grumbled, splashing him.

  He began to shampoo her hair. “Now, now, I’m just getting you in the mood for later. Okay, eyes closed.”

  She did so, he rinsed her hair, and then moved to the sink.

  “What are you doing, Daddy?”

  “Just getting your enema ready,” he said casually, mixing the concoction.

  “What?” she squealed. “Wha-wha-what for? I don’t need one of… those!”