Little Red Riding Hood by Juanoneone

[SpankingFetish]

Juanoneone's stories have been very hard to find lately, so I'll be archiving them here

Once upon a time, in a great wide forest, full of beautiful trees, and green glades, there lived a woman named Mrs. Ridinghood and her little girl. The little girl was very pretty, and very good, but even so, she received a lot of spankings. Her mother spanked her at home, her teacher spanked her at school, and even her relatives would spank her when she went to visit. Everyone called her "Little Red Ridinghood" because her poor bottom was always so red from spankings. Little Red Ridinghood lived with her mother in a little white cottage with a green door and a thatched roof, and red and white roses climbing all over the walls. The sound of Little Red Ridinghood being spanked could often be heard coming from within.

On a bright spring morning early in May, Mrs. Ridinghood sat in her kitchen with her daughter skirt-up across her knee, spanking her just in case she had been bad and not been caught. Little Red Ridinghood had insisted very adamantly that she had *not* been bad, but her mother wanted to play it safe. When she was finally done slapping the girl’s behind, she stood her up and told her "since you have no school today, I have decided that you are going to go get a spanking from your grandmother. We both know that she understands how to deal with naughty little girls like you! As a special punishment, here is your basket - I’ve put my big wooden hairbrush in it for Grannie to spank you with. How she will make you dance over her knee!".

"Thank you mommy" sobbed Little Red Ridinghood, politely but without much enthusiasm. Old or not, her grandmother could really spank, and wasn’t much given to showing mercy. So rubbing her tender bottom, and wiping away her tears, she set off towards the forest where her Grannie lived, so that she could be spanked. But as she got deeper into the forest, she walked more slowly. She didn’t want to disobey her mother, but she was in no hurry to get a hairbrush spanking from her grandmother, so she dawdled on the path. At least in the heart of the forest, she reasoned, her stringing rear end had some respite from punishment. The path wound along through the trees, and, as it grew wider after turning a corner, Red Ridinghood saw that she was likely to have company on her walk; for, where two cross-paths divided, there sat a big gray wolf licking his long paws, and looking sharply about him. Red Ridinghood had been warned about the wolf, and told that he was a fearful liberal. "Good morning, Little Red Ridinghood" he said.

"Good morning, Mr. Wolf" she answered politely, as frightened as she was.

"And where may you be going?" asked the liberal wolf, as he walked beside her. Red Ridinghood sniffled.

"I’m being sent to my grandmother’s house to get a hairbrush spanking, even though I haven’t *done* anything!" she replied, unable to keep the bitterness from her voice.

"Well, what a shame to spank a child who has not done anything!" judged the Wolf.

"*I* think so" ventured Red Ridinghood, looking sideways at the wolf to make sure he wasn’t going to spank her for stating her opinion.

"And where does this spanking grandmother live?" the liberal wolf asked.

"Through the copse, and down the hollow, and over the bridge, and three meadows after the mill. And she spanks *really* hard" replied Red.

"Well it’s even worse to spank a child who hasn’t done anything really hard" the wolf told her.

"I think so *too*" agreed Red, gaining confidence that he wouldn’t punish her for speaking her mind.

"I’m going to go and write to my local representative right now, demanding less hard spanking for children who haven’t done anything" promised the wolf and scampered away into the forest. Little Red Ridinghood sadly watched him depart.

"Your local representative has personally spanked me over her knee, you naïve fool" she sighed. "And for the record, it *was* hard and I *hadn’t* done anything".

Meanwhile, the wolf ran straight to the grandmother’s house and knocked on the door.

"Who is there?"

"I’m giving away money. It’s a promotion" replied the wolf.

"Lift the latch and come in!" called out the grandmother. The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and in he rushed. He chased Little Red Ridinghood’s grandmother around the house and out into the woods - she didn’t know that he was a vegetarian and a pacifist. When she was gone, he put on her clothes, dressed himself in her cap, laid himself in bed and drew the curtains.

Well, what with one thing and another, the sun was right up in the very mid-most middle of the sky when Little Red Ridinghood crossed the last meadow from the mill and came in sight of her grandmother’s cottage, and the big lilac-bushes that grew by the garden gate. "Oh dear, how I must have lingered" said the child when she saw how high the sun had climbed since she set out on her journey. "Now Grannie is going to spank me worse than *ever*!". Unhappily, she pattered up the garden-path and tapped at the cottage door.

"Who’s there?" said a very gruff kind of voice from inside.

"It’s only me, Grannie. Little Red Riding Hood. Mommy has sent me to be spanked. I have a hairbrush here that she sent with me. I’m sorry that I’m late!".

"Lift the latch and come in!’ cried the voice. Red thought to herself "Grannie must be really angry to become so hoarse. She’s going to tan me until I can’t sit down for a week". She raised the latch, pushed open the door, and stepped into the cottage to face her punishment.

It seemed very dark in there after the bright sunlight outside, and all Red Ridinghood could see was that the window-curtains and bed-curtains were still drawn, and her grandmother seemed to be lying in bed with the bed-clothes pulled almost over her head, and her great white-frilled nightcap nearly hiding her face.

"Come over here, dearie," wheezed the wolf, "and let us have a little chat.". Red started to pull up her skirt as she came over - she knew all about Grannie’s "little chats". They tended to be rather one-sided conversations and pretty tough on her posterior.

"No-no dearie! Not a spanking! Just talking!". Warily, Red Ridinghood made her way over. Wanting to get it over with, she opened the basket. "Mommy sent along a hairbrush to spank me with - see. Why Grannie, what a big broad back that hairbrush has!" she noted sadly.

"All the better to brush your hair with, Red. Hairbrushes weren’t meant for little bottoms". Red Ridinghood looked warily at her grandmother, wondering what was going on. "Well, the last time I came for a visit, hairbrushes were made for little bottoms! Why Grannie, what a big hairbrush spanking you gave me that day!".

"All the more reason to go easy on you now" replied the liberal wolf. "Your bottom is probably more than spanked enough already". Red nodded.

"Mommy gave me a really big spanking this morning before sending me over. Why Grannie, what a sore bottom I have!"

"All the more reason to give up spanking you!" answered the wolf with an evil liberal laugh. "Let’s have a nice cup of tea instead!".

"I like tea!" answered Red brightly. "I like tea much better than spankings!"

"Put on the kettle, then child. I’ll get us some cake from the larder" replied the wolf with a big grin, saliva glistening on his fangs at the thought.

"Oh I’d *love* a piece of cake, Grannie!" cried Red Ridinghood. "Tea and cake is *so* much better than hairbrush spankings!". The wolf sprang out of bed and rushed to the larder. Red Ridinghood put on the kettle., whistling happily. Just then, the door flew open once more - there was Little Red Ridinghood’s mother. Red froze in terror at her angry expression. Her backside clenched. The wolf returned, took in the situation, and bared his fearsome fangs at the woman.

"Ha! Forget it, wolf! I know you are a pacifist!" laughed Mrs. Ridinghood scornfully. The wolf was crestfallen. He turned to Red and shrugged, then bounded through the window and scampered off into the forest. "But." said Little Red Ridinghood.

"Well, well" said her mother grimly. "So you think it is a good idea to scare your grandmother? Little Red Riding Hood, what a naughty attitude you have!"

"All the better to set me a good example by talking things through reasonably" suggested Red, backing away. Her mother set a chair near to the bed, took Little Red Riding Hood by the wrist, sat down, and hauled the girl over her knee for punishment. She lifted her skirt up over her back and pulled her panties down to her knees.

"Little Red Riding Hood, what a spankable little bottom you have!"

"All the better to sit on to discuss things and come to an understanding!" tried Red in desperation, squirming fruitlessly to get off her mother’s knee. Mrs. Red Ridinghood reached down to the basket and retrieved her broad wooden hairbrush.

"Little Red Ridinghood, what an enormous spanking you are going to get!" she told the frightened girl. "By the time I am finished with you, you will never want to sit down to discuss things ever again!"

"All the better to.all the better.mommy-please-don’t-spank-me-I-didn’t-do-anything!" howled Little Red Ridinghood. But her mother spanked her all the same, and when her Grandmother finally came back, she spanked Little Red Ridinghood too.