by Maggie Ryan
"I'm sorry I was rude, Miss Betty. I'm sorry I threw a tantrum and argued with my daddy. Please forgive me. I won't do it again." When the woman released Barbara's hands and opened her arms, Barbara stepped into them without a second thought.
"I'm sorry as well, honey," Betty said, giving the young woman a hug. "It's hard to remember to be polite when you are so excited, but Littles need to remember the rules that their daddies have made."
"Yes, ma'am," Barbara agreed. She was released so that Miss Betty could stand. When she held out her hand, Barbara slipped hers into it, allowing the woman to lead her to the wall. Barbara didn't even consider protesting—it just felt right.
"Why don't you stand right here, while your daddy and I talk?" Betty said, turning her to face the wall. Tapping the surface with her fingertip, she continued. "Put your nose right here, push your bare spanked bottom out, hands on your head." She was immensely pleased when Barbara obeyed. "Now, no rubbing of your little naughty bums, and absolutely no talking, girls," she went on, as she looked at the two grown women standing in the corner just like the naughty girls they loved to play. "I've turned the monitor on, and if either of you says a single word, there will be no sleepover. Understood?"
Vigorous nodding from two heads indicated they understood perfectly. "Good, we'll be back in a few minutes." That said, she and Craig left their precious, freshly punished little girls alone to contemplate their behavior.
"She certainly has blossomed under your care, Craig," Betty said, as she placed Barbara's discarded clothing in a bag, her new lingerie in another, and covered the hanger holding her dress with plastic.
"I agree, she's blossoming," Craig said with a smile, as he paid for the items. "But I'm not sure if it is me, or simply the fact that she has discovered that ageplay is what makes her feel complete."
"Don't be modest, Craig. You were the person who was able to see inside that troubled young woman. You had the heart to open hers, and the love to share in a dynamic that suits you both." Walking around the counter, Betty took his hand. "Be proud of what you've done, and proud of what Bunny is doing. It's rare to find a couple who seem to fit so flawlessly together." At his nod, she gave his hand a squeeze. "Now, what should we do with our naughty girls?"
Craig chuckled. "I meant what I said before. If taking Bunny home tonight is in any way an inconvenience, then we can reschedule for another time."
"It's no inconvenience," Betty assured him. "However, I'll let you know that Angel still has a punishment coming from John. In all honesty, it is likely to be intense, as John will not allow Bunny's presence to influence his discipline."
"I understand," Craig said. "Bunny has seen John spank Angel before, so it isn't as though it would be unexpected."
"Are you really prepared for Barbara to discover that ageplay can go much deeper? I'm sure that Angel will talk to her this weekend, and might even share the fact that she is made to give an apology to her parents after a punishment." She gave him a hard look, as if to make sure he understood. "The apology is not given verbally, Craig."
"I understand, Betty. Barbara is put on her knees to make her own special apology after I've roasted her rear. It might surprise her a little to discover that Angel is as well, but I have no concern that it will shock her."
"Even if she learns that mouths are not the only orifices daddies use to accept the apology? Or that apologies are given to mommies as well?"
"Yes, even then. We've discussed moving deeper into the lifestyle, including meeting and interacting with people we trust. I don't see any harm in her visit."
"Then I don't see any reason why your girl can't have a play date," Betty said. "You haven't changed your mind about what we discussed earlier?"
Craig shook his head. "No, I'm still in agreement that if Bunny should misbehave, you have my permission to spank her."
"Okay, then," Betty said, as they approached the back. "Shall we let our girls know the good news?"
Craig nodded, and the two stepped through the curtain.
*****
Anyone passing close by the small room would not have known that four usually chatty women were seated inside. There wasn't a sound to be heard as Barbara stopped speaking, taking a sip from her glass. Realizing that she wasn't hearing any kind of response, she suddenly became unable to swallow the mouthful of wine. Her hand trembled and her stomach knotted, thinking that perhaps the three would find a reason to censure her—despite her earlier belief. After all, the others shared in a lifestyle based around more common D/s elements. She alone was deeply involved in an ageplay dynamic.
"God, you can't stop there!"
Looking up, Barbara saw the three women, seated on the edges of their chairs, all gazing at her with expectant smiles. Her heart stuttered with the realization that her fears were silly. Every one of these women not only understood her needs; they all loved her, and would accept her no matter what others might consider a perverted kink.
"So, did you go? Did you and Angel have a sleepover?" Nancy asked.
"More importantly, did Angel get another spanking when she got home?" Ariel added her own question.
"Let Bunny tell it in her own way," Elizabeth suggested, reaching out and refilling wine glasses.
"Doesn't someone else have anything to add?" Barbara asked, pleased that they were interested in her life, but having no desire to hog the remaining time they had left before the men arrived for the cook-out.
"Are you kidding?" Ariel exclaimed, and then gave Barbara a look that had her sister a bit nervous.
"What?"
"Don't you realize how wonderful it is to know how happy you are? We can hear it in your voice as you tell your story. We can see it on your face, how much finding your perfect daddy has changed you. Even if you never said another word, it's enough to see you so content. I've been waiting for years, praying that this day would come. I-I just love you so much."
Barbara set down her glass, moving to hug her sister. With Ariel's words, she realized how long it had been since she felt so incredibly glad to be alive. "I love you, too."
Pulling away a bit, and blinking hard to keep her tears at bay, Ariel smiled. "Okay, that was a little fib earlier, because I'm going to die if you don't finish the story. If you really love me, what did the panties look like—I mean, the ones you were wearing when Miss Betty put you in the corner?"
Rolling her eyes, Barbara sat back down and picked up her glass. They all watched as she took a sip. "Which time?"
"Oh, God, you are killing us here," Ariel giggled, motioning for the story to continue.
Chapter 12
"I'll be back tomorrow night," Craig said, as he looked down at her. "Honey, there is still time for you to decide to come with me. Nobody will be upset if you change your mind. There will be another opportunity to play with Angel if you don't think you are ready."
Barbara's smile touched him deeply. "Thank you. I want to stay."
"Even though you understand that Angel has a spanking coming from her daddy?"
She knew what he was really asking, and loved him for it. After all, Angel had already been spanked by her mommy, and only very bad behavior would warrant another trip across her other parent's lap. Craig was asking whether she was prepared to witness that level of discipline.
Looking to where Miss Betty was standing with Angel, Barbara gave him her answer. "Yes, Sir. Do you think it will be okay if I give her a hug afterwards?" she asked, knowing that it would be extremely difficult not to offer her friend comfort.
"Yes, sweetheart, I'm sure that will be just fine, and that Angel will appreciate having you show how much you care. I'm glad that you have a little friend."
Barbara smiled, understanding his words had a deeper meaning. Angel wasn't just a friend. She was another grown woman who shared in the love of ageplay. "Me too, Daddy. I just know that if I got a spanking from you, and she was there, I'd want a hug as well."
"Just remember that in case you forget to be my good girl," Craig wa
rned. "You know that I've given my permission in case you need a spanking."
Her stomach fluttering, Barbara nodded. "I remember. I'll be good, Daddy."
Craig bent to kiss her, and hugged her tightly. He whispered in her ear. "You call me if you need to. I don't care about anything more than I care about you. If you feel uncomfortable or scared, promise me that you will call me."
Reaching to cup his cheek, she nodded. Barbara knew he was talking about more than this one sleepover. Craig had been involved in kink for years, and had actually given demonstrations to help both the 'adults' and the 'Littles' in beginning their journey.
Though Barbara had originally been reluctant at the idea of participating in any event where all sorts of activities were not only accepted but expected, she had decided that she needed to try something that reinforced the discovery that she was not alone in her desires to be treated as a much younger partner in a relationship. She trusted Craig implicitly, and felt safe taking that first step with Miss Betty and her family. Just knowing that he would drop everything, would turn around and come straight back to get her, gave her an incredible feeling. "I will, I promise."
"Then I'd better get going before I'm the one who changes my mind."
Giggling, she kissed him again, standing on the porch, waving until the car disappeared from view.
"Ready?" Miss Betty asked, giving her a smile as she picked up the small suitcase Barbara had brought, and moved to open the front door, motioning Angel inside.
"Yes, ma'am," Bunny answered, following her friend into the house, wondering exactly how ready she really was.
"Okay, young lady, you know what to do," Betty said, after closing the door and turning to Angel. Barbara watched as Angel's face flushed after giving her a quick glance.
"But, Bunny is here, Mommy. Can't I just keep—"
"No, you may not. If you don't want your friend to witness what happens in our house to very naughty little girls, then I suggest you make better choices. Do I need to help you and give you another spanking even before your daddy gets home?"
"No, ma'am," Angel said, her hands going up underneath her dress. Barbara watched as she removed her panties and walked to a hook on the wall right inside the front door. Hanging the cute red panties decorated with white hearts on the hook that was shaped like a naughty bare bottom, including a brushstroke of pink across the ceramic surface, Angel turned back to her friend. "I'm sorry, Bunny, but I've gotta go and wait until Daddy comes home."
"Um, that's okay," Barbara said, her own cheeks flushed with both embarrassment for her friend, and wonder of what she had just witnessed.
"Keep that dress up and get upstairs, missy," Betty ordered, giving Angel a swat against her bottom. "Daddy should be home soon, and he will not be happy to discover your panties are the first thing he sees. If your bare butt isn't the next, I promise you won't be sleeping comfortably tonight." Angel ran up the stairs, pausing halfway up to turn and give Barbara a wave, as if to reassure her that she would be fine, before she disappeared from view.
Betty took Barbara's hand in hers and the two climbed the stairs. Barbara steeled herself to see her friend in the corner as Miss Betty opened the door that bore a pretty set of letters spelling out Angel's name. Entering the room, she was surprised to find it empty.
"Let's get your things put away, and then I need to start supper." Betty placed the small suitcase on Angel's bed and opened it. She smiled when she saw the brown stuffed rabbit on top of the clothing Barbara's daddy had packed for the sleepover. Well aware of the new steps the young woman was making, she turned and held out the rabbit, smiling when Barbara took it and cradled it to her chest.
Barbara watched as her purple drop-seat pajamas were lifted from the suitcase. "I'm so glad you brought these," Betty said, laying them across the foot of the bed. "I just adore seeing little girls in such sweet PJs. Angel has a pair just like these, but in blue." After placing the rest of the clothing in the top drawer of the dresser, and putting the empty suitcase in the closet, she turned to see that Barbara hadn't moved an inch.
"Honey, are you okay?"
"Um, yes, ma'am," Barbara said, clutching the stuffed rabbit just a bit tighter as she looked around the room, as if thinking perhaps she had missed her friend's presence. She took a deep breath. "Miss Betty, um, where's Angel? Is she okay?"
"Oh, sweetie, I promise you she is fine. Come, we'll take a quick peek on our way downstairs, shall we?"
Barbara's pulse jumped, and all she could do was nod, allowing Betty to take her hand again. They walked down the hall, and Betty opened the door at the end. Stepping inside caused Barbara's breath to leave her with the memory of being in a room almost exactly like this one. Only that room had been at Haven. She was shocked to see the Woodshed right in the middle of Angel's house.
Angel was obviously in the proper position, because her mommy smiled and didn't correct or scold her. "As you can see, Angel is just fine. Now, Bunny, would you like some juice?" The question seemed so out of place that it snapped Barbara out of her astonishment. Her eyes drifted from Angel to Betty, and she realized that everything was as it should be.
"Yes, please," she replied, and was smiling as they left the room to go downstairs.
Betty pulled out one of the stools at the breakfast bar and Barbara took a seat, hooking her feet around the bottom rung. She thanked her hostess when a glass of apple juice was placed before her. Sipping it, she watched as Betty began to remove items from the refrigerator, obviously ready to start preparations for dinner.
"May I help?" Barbara asked, needing something to do other than just think of Angel upstairs, contemplating her daddy's arrival.
"That's very nice of you to offer," Betty said, setting a bag of corn and a bowl in front of her. "How about you shuck the corn and then, if you'd like, you may set the table. It's usually Angel's job, but I'm sure she'd appreciate the help."
Smiling, Barbara nodded, and began to work as Betty seasoned some chicken breasts and slid them into the oven before starting to make a salad. When four ears of corn had been cleaned, she thanked Barbara and put them into a pot of water on the stove.
Barbara was carefully folding the napkins and placing the silverware on the table when Mr. John walked into the kitchen. She watched as he kissed his wife before walking over to her and engulfing her in a big hug.
"Hi, Bunny, it's good to see you again. How are you?"
"Hi, Mr. John," Barbara said, her stomach feeling as if a hundred butterflies had just taken flight at the sight of Angel's panties in his hand. "I'm fine, thank you. I'm setting the table for Ang…" Her face turned scarlet as she stopped speaking, her eyes dropping again to the small scrap of fabric.
John gave her a smile. "I can see that. It's nice of you to help out." As if it were completely normal to be holding a pair of underwear that he had removed from a hook, John turned to his wife. "Speaking of Angel, how long until dinner?"
"About twenty minutes," Betty answered, after turning to look at the timer on the over.
"Thank you. That gives me enough time to at least take care of our girl's spanking. She can make her apology after her bath. I'll see you in a bit," John said, before turning to Bunny. "It's going to be okay, sweetie."
"Yes, Sir," Barbara managed, giving him a shaky smile before he turned to go upstairs and deal with his little Angel.
Once she had finished setting the table, Miss Betty led Bunny to the living room and, when she sat on the couch, pulling Barbara down onto her lap, it seemed like the natural thing to do was to curl up, her rabbit in her arms, as they waited for Angel's punishment to be done. As Miss Betty simply held her, allowing her to assimilate what was happening, Barbara could not get the image of Angel out of her mind.
Her friend had not been standing in the corner, her dress held at her waist, her nose to the wall. Instead she had been entirely naked, and kneeling on some type of bench. Her bare bottom, still slightly pink from her mommy's spanking earlier, was the first thing t
o be seen by anyone who entered the room. Her hands had been clasped on the top of her head, her knees spread widely on the padded bench.
Whereas the Woodshed was somewhat dark with all the wood tones, the room upstairs was bright and airy, sunlight spilling through skylights to illuminate the entire space. The walls were painted a light blue, the white trim setting off the pale color. Besides the bench, there had been a horse, or rather a vault one would expect to see in a gymnasium. Another corner of the room held a smaller version of the chaise that Craig had helped Logan carry into Liz's storage unit. Shivering, Barbara thought of what was hiding behind the doors of the small armoire that stood directly beneath a rack on the wall. The sight of several canes just waiting to be selected and then used on a naughty girl had her trembling, which only increased as she remembered the leather strap she had seen hanging off a hook on one side of the bench where Angel waited for her daddy.
"Bunny, I know this is new to you," Betty said, feeling the woman tremble within her arms. "Do you need to call your daddy?"
Barbara felt instantly comforted, and realized that these people truly cared about her. She also understood that this family had been together for over a decade, living this lifestyle and loving one another. Accepting that Angelica craved the same dynamic as she, and knowing that Betty or John would never push her into something that she was not willing to accept, and, yes, needed to be happy, she shook her head.
"No, ma'am, I'm fine. It's just a little, um…"
"Scary?" Betty supplied, only to see Barbara shake her head.
"No, not scary—not really. I've just never seen a woodshed inside a house before." At the questioning look on Betty's face, Barbara explained about Haven and the building hidden in a grove of trees. "I suppose I never really thought about people having such a room in their own home." She paused, and then giggled, "I snuck a peek at my parents' playroom, but your room is-is different."
