Saving Lilith Ann by Ashley VailLilith Ann runs away from her life and meets her new Uncle Robby who teaches Lilly to behave. An erotic novel including strict spanking and strong sexual age-play elements.
He quickly discovers two things: legally she is an adult, but her emotional vulnerability, shyness, and petite build reinforce that emotionally she is much younger. Without any planning on either Lilly or Rob's part, they naturally fall into a relationship of "Uncle Robby" and Lilly. As "Uncle Robby," Rob teaches Lilly to behave with early bedtimes, strict rules, visits to the corner, and frequent, humiliating, and painful bare bottomed spankings. He even introduces her to Miss Allison, who gives her feminine nurture, but also spanks really hard.
Then Lilly discovers a growing sexual response to the spankings she hates, and realizes that her perfect "Uncle" is also the perfect man of her dreams. Rob, for his part, also must struggle to contain his romantic and lustful impulses for the girl he has sworn to raise.It begins to dawn on both of them that if Lilly can't grow up, their tender and comfortable domestic discipline arrangement just may blossom into something that works for both of them.
Publisher's NOTE: "Saving Lilith Ann" is an erotic novel which includes strict spanking and strong sexual age-play elements. If such material offends you, please do not buy this book.
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Saving Lilith Ann (Sample Chapter)
Uncle Robby teaches little Lilly to behave
© Ashley Vail and Blushing Books, 2012-2013
Today was moving day; Lilly was vibrating. She finished her morning ablutions, tapped out her new lavender toothbrush, and then stood gazing at the princess in the sparkly dress on the handle.
“Now I am a princess too.”
She loved this toothbrush, all those many years of dreaming about being that princess, and having a loving daddy who spoiled her. None of which had ever been even a small part of her life.
She put the toothbrush in the lavender, her very most favorite color in the whole universe, toiletry case. It matched the lavender travel bag with the sparkly straps that he had bought for her ‘car stuff’.
Yesterday had been a very interesting day. After her morning nap, Uncle Robby had announced a shopping trip. The first stop was Miss Allison’s dress shop, she had never even heard of Miss Alison before that moment. Lilly had jumped for joy; she would get a new outfit for their move from the country cottage to the house in the city, and then shop at the General Store for travel items. Lilly loved shopping.
Lilith Ann Polk, Lilly to most, Polkadot or Lillybit to her uncle, was an endearingly cute, spunky, diminutive 18-year-old girl. She recalled the trip to the general store yesterday afternoon where they had purchased the toothbrush, travel bag and case, an iPod, a puzzle book, a travel game, snacks, and sundries. Her travel bag was stuffed.
Her disbelieving face told the bathroom mirror, “I can’t believe I sassed him just because he wouldn’t let me get a pop at the register!”
He never let her have soda pop anyway, what had she been thinking? The memory brought a blush. He had spun her, held up her arm, and delivered four rapid, stinging swats to each cheek of her recently spanked tail as she danced and puffed.
To Lilly, the sound of the spanks had cracked and echoed across the whole store. She had expected ATF to show up. Lilly had bitten her bottom lip to keep from further embarrassing herself by wailing. The few other patrons at the far end of the store would not have noticed either way, but Lilly was sure they were all watching.
Delivered to her thick wool skirt, the sound had barely reached the clerk, a middle-aged woman who had smiled tolerantly, and told Uncle Robby, “More girls that age need a dose of that.”
Then wagging a finger at Lilly, “Honey, that stuff will ruin your pretty complexion, you’ll thank your daddy someday.”
Lilly had mumbled with her head down, “He’s my uncle, my Uncle Robby.”
The woman was too busy now to hear Lilly, as she rung up the pile of stuff and talked to Uncle Robby. The adults seemed to think she was invisible sometimes.
Their attitude seemed to be, “Oh, pretty little girl being spanked, now, what were we doing, oh yes, prices have gone up.”
Lilly had stood there with her face aflame, and no one called the fire department, “Holy Cats! Adults are so infuriating sometimes.”
Unless she was being very cute, then they cherished her. At 5’0” in her girly modest outfits, sans makeup, she looked as everyone wished a fourteen-year-old girl would, and so few did nowadays.
“They should all be like that nice waitress at the country diner last Sunday,” she mused to her mirror.
The woman had given Lilly a free cookie and hugged her, saying, “Don’t you ever change, precious.”
Lilly liked that memory; the blush disappeared into a smile.
When she wasn’t misbehaving, she was a very kind, sweet girl, shy if she didn’t know you, and childishly affectionate if she liked you. Her joys were infectious, and she charmed the pants off adults without even trying.
Lilly was equally unconscious of herself when she was bratting. She felt tangled, and then she did stuff, and didn’t even remember half of what she did and said. She never could figure out why everyone got so mad at her, until Rob introduced her to the practice of punishing naughty girls. Now after a stint in the corner, or especially after a good spanking, she would remember and sincerely regret every minute of her misbehavior.
She loved looking, feeling, and behaving as if she were fourteen. She was ecstatic when people treated her that way, because that felt natural. Not that she really thought about it, she just felt all of fourteen on her best day, and much younger when she felt tangled or got punished. Being an adult confused her.
Lilly hated punishments almost as much as she hated not getting her way. For all her sweetness, Lilly was a brat, possibly a blue ribbon at the fair, Guinness Book of Records brat. Recently, she found herself in the corner or spanked, or both a few times a day.
She put the humiliating memory in perspective as she walked to her bedroom, “Oh well, that wasn’t half as embarrassing as Miss Alison dragging me to the back of her dress shop and spanking my bare hinny while everyone waited out front.”
“Holy Cats! That woman can spank!” Lilly declared to Pepper Pot, her stuffed panda.
Alison’s seamstress had even walked into the room, and plucked a coke from the fridge during the despicable proceedings, saying, “Shall I ring up the order, Alison?”
“Wait for me please, Dora; this won’t take much longer,” she’d replied, as if Lilly had not been thrashing and wailing under Dora’s nose while Alison painted Lilly’s naked rear end red. Why didn’t she just sell tickets!
Yesterday afternoon had started so full of promise. Lunch was exceedingly pleasant, including a surprise; Miss Alison had brought along a charming coed who boarded with her. Miss Alison and Margaret - Meg - were delighted with Lilly, and she with them. After lunch, they went into the shop to select the clothing.
Going through the racks and piles, and trying on the four best selections was magical, all girl talk and chattering with the women petting and Rob pampering her. Then they narrowed it down to two outfits.
Uncle Robby had said, “Let’s buy both, you look so lovely, baby!”
Lilly had oscillated with happiness. She loved when he spoiled her.
Alison hugged her and Meg congratulated her. Then things got cloudy. Rob, with Alison concurring, selected the grey skirt for the trip. Margaret had tried to warn Lilly as they discussed the two competing outfits.
However, Lilly was in full brat mode, so was not listening. She wanted to wear that pretty red and green plaid dress for the moving trip. It was almost a party dress, a fun, colorful outfit. The shiny red belt cinching the top half made her small breasts look bigger, the puffy pink slip made the skirt billow prettily, deemphasizing, but not too much, Lilly’s pudgy backside. The matching red headband Meg had picked was icing on the cake.
There had been no hiding Lilly’s soon to be outraged tushy after the fit she threw.
Miss Alison had announced, “Your backside needs attention young lady,” snatching her hand, and leading the stunned girl to her doom.
Lilly always felt surprised when she realized her behavior had earned a spanking. No one else seemed surprised, especially Uncle Robby, who until yesterday had been the sole arbiter of her need for a hot stinging seat.
Lilly stepped to the closet to get the outfit Rob and Alison had actually chosen for the trip. She laid the stylish pleated skirt on the bed. Then she slipped out of her pink velvety pajamas and tossed them to the corner, standing nude at the full mirror, inspecting and stroking her still pink rear cheeks.
She pictured how she had stood in front of Miss Alison yesterday, pleading prettily for indulgence, holding her skirt up as the woman lectured and lowered her panties, baring her front and back to full view. Then Lilly’s bare pelvis lay on Miss Alison’s dress as she gently stroked Lilly’s already squirming, abysmally exposed backside, patiently explaining in detail all the reasons Lilly required a most thorough spanking, as if Lilly were a bit backward and they had all day to correct her misconceptions.
Lilly knew Miss Alison could see her puffy pink girlies pooching out and jiggling as she wriggled her hips in terrified anticipation. She could feel Miss Alison’s long delicate fingers just millimeters from her womanhood as Alison caressed the soon to be mistreated cheeks. Lilly had whimpered when she felt herself moisten.
She had groaned when she heard Miss Alison cluck, “Tisk, tisk child. Well, don’t be too distressed dear; the spanking will cure that as well as your naughtiness.”
Lilly had never, even the first time Uncle Robby had seen her wriggle that way, been so horrendously mortified in her life. Her face burned like a Roman candle, Lilly was sure nothing could be hotter in the universe. Until Miss Alison proved her wrong by setting a nuclear blaze in her very remorseful tail, curing naughtiness and excited girlies as promised.
Watching herself in the mirror, feeling the memory, Lilly ran her hands over her smooth, round little breasts and felt her nipples harden. One hand slipped down to her shaved girlies, cupped, and massaged slowly. As they swelled and moistened, her finger slipped into the soft folds and found her pulsing no-no. She touched it lightly and shivered. Then she started to rub gently, her breath became a little ragged. Her head leaned back and her hips started gyrating in little circles.
Lilly staggered to the bed, swept her skirt and stuffed panda to the floor, and lay down on her back. The cover felt scratchy on her sore bottom and she wriggled, imploring the sting to wash through her. Her back arched and she rubbed her swollen no-no harder.
She heard her uncle call up the stairs, “Lillybit, time to come downstairs, baby. Do you need help?”
She shook from head to toe in frustration and fought to calm her breathing, “I’m getting dressed Uncle Robby, I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Are you ok, honey?”
“Yes sir, just getting dressed,” she called, trying to get the squeak out of her voice.
She hopped up panting and picked her beloved panda off the floor, “Sorry Pepper Pot, I got carried away. We have to be extra special good girls today, so you remind me if I forget.”
The gray skirt combo was beautiful; it complimented her petite figure wonderfully, and was much more suitable for a busy day of moving and a long car ride. However, Lilly was the kind of girl who wanted what she wanted, and the red plaid party dress had bewitched her. Lilly wiggled into her panties, the ones with the little roses, she was determined to have some color in this outfit, and pulled on the slippery real silk half-slip Meg had thrown in the pile to help console Lilly after her spanking. Meg was the greatest.
She told Pepper Pot, “I can’t believe I stomped my foot! That’s what did it.”
Pepper Pot, who had already heard the full story once, didn’t agree. She felt Lilly had been destined for a torched bottom long before the foot stomp.
She put on her plain bra, wishing Uncle Robby would let her wear the pretty lace bras and shear pantyhose the big girls wore.
“You’re not nearly old enough for that yet, Lillybit,” he had intoned yesterday, trying to calm the near tantrum Lilly.
“Grrrrr! Poo, then I get to wear my dress wherever I want, no matter what anyone says!” Lilly had stomped.
What followed was far from the worst temper tantrum Lilly had ever thrown, but it was enough to be a highway to Miss Alison’s lap.
Dressing quickly, she put on the knee length skirt and slipped into the light gray crew neck blouse. It was soft and pretty and her little breasts made attractive points as they barely stretched the clingy fabric. She wanted to tuck it in to help accentuate the points, but the hemmed blouse was worn outside. Anyway, Uncle Robby would never stand for it. Lilly chose frilly white socks with a blue fringe and her black shoes. She put the silver medallion necklace that Meg had picked, over her head. It was pretty and playful, just perfect for the look.
“Meg, you’re the best!” Lilly told the mirror.
She wanted so much to keep in touch with the beautiful, kind older girl. Meg had been in the middle of a hard day herself yesterday, having been caught wearing the forbidden makeup, on campus no less. Miss Alison had already scorched Meg with a hairbrush at home, and then spanked her again, hard, by hand for fifteen minutes straight at the shop before the lunch.
After Lilly came back up front still sniffling from her own spanking, Meg consoled her by revealing that Meg’s own already scandalized, full, round, womanly bottom was fated for a blistering rendezvous with a paddle that same evening. Lilly had never felt either hairbrush or paddle and lived in mortal fear of both.
After the seven-minute eternity under Miss Alison’s hand, Lilly thought fifteen minutes an incomprehensible torture. All three, and in the same day, was a biblical damnation, she shuddered at the thought.
Margaret had been sweet, gentle, and helpful to Lilly in their first meeting, in spite of her own miseries. A girl couldn’t ask for a better friend.
Lilly draped the light grey cardigan over her shoulders, cape fashion as Miss Alison insisted she wear it with this outfit. The ensemble was elegant in its simplicity, highlighting her auburn hair, fair skin, and sparkly blue eyes. But it wasn’t the red and green plaid party dress. Lilly half-figured the tantrum was worth it. She might have gotten her way, and had no chance of getting her way without it.
“Lilith Ann,” she heard Uncle Robby call up the stairs, “shake a leg, baby, we have a lot to do, and a long ride. I’m making a waffle for you.”
Lilly shrugged off the sweater, tossed it on the chair and bounced from her room, calling, “I’m coming, Uncle Robby.”
She jumped the last three steps into his surprised arms and delivered a big smooch.
He set her down, half-laughing, half-scolding, “I warned you about jumping on the stairs, missy.” Then he turned her as a figurine by one hand held high, swatted her bottom once, and twirled her again.
“You look beautiful, Polkadot. Miss Merry is going to love you.”
Lilly had not met this Miss Merry yet. After meeting Miss Alison for the first time yesterday, Lilly was excited to meet Meredith Jorgen. Uncle Robby seemed to know the most amazing women, and they would all love her, and mother her and make her world wonderful.
Lilly was hugging herself inside; “Imagine the world being even more fantastic than it already is with just Uncle Robby.”
There was one small hitch. Meg had said Miss Merry was like Miss Alison, stricter with girls than Uncle Robby was, and just as partial to using her hairbrush on a naughty bottom. Miss Alison had only used her hand to affront Lilly’s unspeakably exposed rear. Only because Uncle Robby had let Alison know he had only spanked her by hand thus far. That was the only comfort he had offered, as Lilly was led keening helplessly to her first punishment by anyone beside her Uncle Robby.
Standing at the foot of the stairs, she let herself tremble as Rob stood admiring his favorite pixie. As much as she hated it, Lilly figured, brats are spanked and that couldn’t be helped. She just wished they didn’t hurt so much, and especially that they would stop baring her bottom; it was so horridly humiliating. At least she had another woman to love her, since her Miss Alison would now be far away.
That elegant woman had enchanted Lilly at first site. She had then fallen absolutely in love with Miss Alison; as she lay across her soft billowy dress awaiting her spanking and listening to Alison’s melodious voice sadly deliver a lecture on deportment. Even the unendurable, incredibly demeaning spanking Alison had given her writhing bare nether cheeks, had only increased Lilly’s infatuation with the soft-spoken, cultured lady.
As Lilly stuffed waffle with strawberries and whipped cream in her mouth, she marveled that her first Uncle Robby waffle and her first Uncle Robby spanking had only been six days ago. How her life had changed! Never again would she have to be an 18-year-old out-of-control pretend adult, angry, confused, and scared.
Now she was under control, safe, pampered, and loved. Free to be a brat and the only consequence was the corner, or being grounded, or at worst, the reprehensible indignity of a spanking. Uncle Robby, and now these wondrous women, would shield her from the harsher judgments of the adult world. Nobody called her bitch anymore just because she got all tangled inside and couldn’t find nice words to ask for help. Life was more than good for Lilly as she watched Uncle Robby look at her with adulation in his warm hazel eyes.
“Use your napkin Lillybit, a lady doesn’t wipe her mouth with her hands.”
Lilly rolled her eyes, whispering, “I’m not a lady.”
Not yet at least, but she was learning, bit by sore-bottomed bit.
Rob sincerely hoped he would not have to spank her this morning, or on the drive. She looked so happy.
“Lilly, honey, why is your face so flushed?”
Her fair skin blushed bright, “I’m just excited Uncle Robby.”
She sighed, wiped her lips and hands with her napkin, and tried to imagine what Miss Merry would be like.
“Tell me all about Miss Merry. Uncle Robby, please, please, please?”
Rob had resisted her nagging for information about Meredith. The woman was hard to describe, and Lilly tended to fantasize. He figured the real thing in real time would be better than having Lilly make up a fantasy Meredith, and then have to readjust to the real thing.
Lilly believed that if you said please three times fast, then you had to get your way. Sometimes you needed five pleases, like when you didn’t want a spanking, or wanted a spanking to be over. Somehow, she hadn’t caught on to the fact that she got what Rob, or the other adults he put in charge of her, wanted her to have. The pleading had little to do with it.
As to the spankings, she still had no clue that she got one when the adults thought she needed one, and that they actually ended when the adult decided she was crying hard enough to be sincerely sorry for her behavior. Her opinion of the appropriate time to start or end a punishment was about the most irrelevant thing in the universe.
Since little girls tended to believe what they wanted to believe anyway, Rob let her persist in her delusions. In this case, he figured they had some time, and maybe a little carefully chosen information might help calm her down.
“Well, Lilly, Meredith is hard to describe. She is a big lady, about five ten in her socks. She is heavy, big heavy, not fat. Soft is a good way to describe her. She dresses nice, but comfortable, not fancy like Miss Alison.”
“Oh, Uncle Robby, you are such a man! I mean is she pretty, is she nice, does she like girls my age?”
“Yes, baby, she is pretty and nice and loves girls your age. She raised two and a boy. The youngest is Margaret’s age, in college but living at home. You’ll meet her daughter soon, she will probably baby-sit you. Meredith always said that the teen years were her favorite. She will love you, Lilly, everybody loves you.”
Lilly blushed again, “I’m too big for a babysitter.”
“Oh, cutie pie, you’re not nearly that big. Uncle Robby knows best.”
Lilly asked pensively, “Uncle Robby, will Miss Merry spank me?”
“Only if you misbehave, baby, good girls don’t have to ask that question.”
“I am a good girl.”
“Sometimes you’re the best Lilith Ann, and you are always my best girl.”
Lilly purred, and grinned and stuffed more waffle in her mouth.
Rob could see that she was wound up though and they still had to load the luggage, walk and load the dogs, and say goodbye to her beloved cottage for a while. Then, being in the car for a long trip would be hard for her. He could make some stops, and maybe that would help. Rob reminded himself to remind her to tinkle before they left. She was a bit stubborn about that.
The fact that Lilly was actually 18, pretty and even sexy at times was largely irrelevant to both of them; except of course that they each harbored undisclosed romantic and intimate longings for each other. Rob struggled with that, while Lilly, in her girlishness, did not.
As she stuffed more waffle into her bulging cheeks, she drifted back to her memory of how she had arrived in her heaven. Lilly’s eyes got dreamy as she munched. Rob sipped coffee, mesmerized by her every move and expression.
His mind reverberated with his recurring mantra, “Lord help me, I love this brat!”