Gracie’s been in love with Jack for years, but she can’t bear the thought of his rejection and keeps her feelings hidden. He’s always protected her and helped her through the most difficult times in her life, including the terrible incident that sent her father to jail for life. Jack even keeps the farm she inherited going while she attends college, but she doesn’t really want to go. With her heart not in it, she skips class and misses assignments, resulting in her academic probation and eventual expulsion. Ashamed but with nowhere else to go, she returns home to Jack and confesses that she has lied about her grades for over a year.
Jack isn’t happy Gracie lied to him, and he finally follows through on his threat to take her over his knee and spank her bare bottom. After he scolds and punishes her thoroughly for her naughtiness, he says he knows all about the tender feelings she harbors for him. He loves her too, and they begin a relationship that includes domestic discipline. As their bond deepens, Jack makes Gracie into his baby girl, not allowing her to wear grownup clothes and teaching her to be his good girl. Can she learn to obey and find true happiness being little for him?
Note: Little for Him is a novella that includes spanking, elements of age play (including diapering), as well as other naughtiness. Please do not buy this book if such material offends you.
Gracie stuffed the last suitcase into the trunk of her car. Regret and sorrow wrapped around her heart as she gazed at the dormitory she’d called home for over a year. She wouldn’t be returning. After two semesters of academic probation, she’d failed to turn her act around.
Expulsion. The word pierced her chest like an arrow, and her stomach clenched when she thought about how disappointed her stepbrother, Jack, would be. He had no idea she’d been having difficulties. She’d hidden the problems and lied about her grades for as long as she could, but now she’d come to the end of the road. Her lies had caught up with her. With nowhere else to go, she had no choice but to drive back to the farm and lay her confession at Jack’s feet.
The four-hour drive through the country during the early morning was uneventful. She stopped for breakfast at a diner she happened upon, but her anxiety rendered the food tasteless. If she hadn’t screwed up, she’d be sitting in class at this very moment.
What would she do? How would Jack react?
She’d wasted his money. He’d had to scrimp and save and work his fingers to the bone after her father had gone to jail, leaving the failing farm in Jack’s hands. Her hands too because technically the farm belonged to her, but Jack had insisted she go to college.
She’d always felt bad he was alone without any family. To escape the embarrassment her father caused, Jack’s mother had fled across the country to live with a distant relative. A couple of farmhands helped Jack every day, and a few of them lived in the guesthouse year round, but she knew he went to sleep in a quiet house, all alone each and every night.
The whole situation broke her heart. And now she’d complicated it by failing out of college and ruining Jack’s carefully laid out plans for her.
What about your plans? The little voice in the back of her head whispered this question on a daily basis, but she shook it away. She’d been undecided about her major, and truthfully she hadn’t wanted to attend college in the first place. She’d wanted to stay at the farm and help its business grow. She wanted to open up a silly little tourist gift shop with homemade ice cream and other goodies too, but Jack had told her “college first.”
Rather than show up at the farmhouse in the middle of a workday, Gracie opted to linger at a bookstore on the edge of town for a few hours. She preferred to break the news of her expulsion to Jack without an audience. The farmhands usually retired by seven or eight, and Jack was usually in the farmhouse preparing for an early bedtime at this hour as well.
The clock on her dashboard read 8:15 as her tires crunched over the gravel leading up the long road to home.
Home. Her insides softened as she gazed at the farmhouse that held countless memories, more good than bad, even though the last three years had been especially hard. A porch light flickered on and Gracie’s stomach flipped. She swallowed hard and parked beside Jack’s truck.
She cut the engine and stepped out of her car, her nervousness increasing by the second.
“Gracie?” Jack’s deep voice, tinged with concern, caused her to lower lip to quiver and her throat to burn.
“Hey, big brother.” She tried to sound playful, but her words shook with emotion, and Jack was at her side in an instant.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m fine. Let’s just go inside, okay?” A shuddering sigh left her, and she was relieved when Jack guided her into the warmth of the house. Late February was brutal, but at least it hadn’t snowed in a while.
Jack closed the door and locked it behind them, then led her into the cozy living room. A fire crackled in the fireplace and an open book rested on the coffee table next to a mug of something steaming. He urged her to sit on a loveseat near the fire, and he sat down next to her.
A shiver racked her body, and she studied her hands in her lap.
“You should be wearing a jacket in temperatures like this, young lady.” His joking tone contained a hint of sternness.
Her eyes lifted to his, and she went weak in the knees. Thankful that she was sitting down, she shifted on the couch and forced a smile.
“I took it off while I was driving.”
“Mmmhmm,” he murmured. “I’m always happy to see you, Gracie, but don’t you have classes tomorrow? And did you miss any classes today while you drove here?”
She shrugged and looked down again, unable to meet his eyes. The burn in her throat amplified. “I . . . I have some bad news. Promise you won’t be mad at me?”
Warm hands covered hers, and she glanced up, deciding it best to get it over with. To throw her misdeeds at his feet without dragging it out any further. He’d be mad. Of course he’d be mad. Furious. Disappointed too. The disappointment would be the worst of any of his reactions. And he’d scold her, and she’d feel terrible.
“I’ve been lying to you about my grades,” she said. “I’ve failed almost all my classes, and I was put on academic probation last semester. After another dismal midterm report, I . . . I was expelled from the university. I am so sorry, Jack.” Hot, thick tears rolled down her cheeks, and she stared at their entwined hands in her lap, not wishing to see the stark disappointment she imaged now shadowed his expression.
“You were on academic probation and didn’t tell me?” Jack’s hold on her hands tightened, and the authority in his voice drew her gaze to his. His tone was no longer joking. Their eyes locked and her insides twisted. No one could make her feel worse than him. He was the only person in the world whose opinion she really cared about, though the reason for this left her confused.
“It’s all my fault. I missed a lot of classes. I went to parties and joined too many clubs. My grades were getting a little better, but not enough to keep me in school.” The truth tasted bitter on her tongue. She felt rotten. Hopeless. Filled with remorse.
“But, how did you fail?” He sounded genuinely surprised. “You were always the smart one, Gracie. You got better grades in school than I ever did.”
“It was so different at the university. There were so many people, so many things to do. Places to go. The last thing I cared about was going to class and turning my homework in. I’d miss tests, I’d miss group assignments. I don’t know what else to say, except that I’m sorry I wasted your money. I’m terrible.” She’d tried to drown her loneliness with fun activities that took away from her schoolwork, but her attempt hadn’t worked. No matter how busy she was, she’d remained lonely and homesick.
One of his hands left hers, and he tilted her chin up with one finger, forcing her to look him square in the eye. She quaked and trembled, fearing his next words.
“You’re not terrible, Gracie. You lied to me though. I’m disappointed you hid the truth from me for so long.” His jaw was tense, and his expression darkened in anger. She trembled so hard her teeth nearly chattered.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“It’s partly my fault, I suppose,” he said after a short silence.
“I should’ve checked up on you more. But I didn’t want to seem like the meddlesome big brother. I wanted you to have your own life, Gracie, to find your own way.”
“But I told you I didn’t want to go to college. You made me apply.”
“After what happened with your father . . .” His voice trailed off, but she knew what he’d meant to say. After what happened with your father, it was best you got out of town.
“I’ve accepted it. I’ve accepted the weird looks I get in town. It doesn’t embarrass me the way it embarrassed your mother.” She spoke softly, knowing it pained him that his mother had left and he hadn’t seen her in years. She’d even refused to allow him to visit her in California.
Memories. Her eyes filled with more tears. Her throat burned like the fire crackling in the living room. Her stomach twisted in countless knots.
“Hey,” he said gently. “Let’s not rehash the past again. What happened is over. Neither of us can change that.”
“Agreed.” Memories. She tried not to think about the past, but it occupied her mind in flashes of pain and sorrow. Her father had killed a farmhand in a jealous rage after catching Glenda, Jack’s mother, in bed with the young man. When another of the farmhands tried to intervene, Gracie’s father killed him too. Now her old man faced a thirty year sentence, and with his bad health, she suspected he’d never be free again.
“Back to your expulsion,” he said, raising a thick, dark eyebrow. “You’ve been lying to me about your grades for how long now? A year or more?”
“Yes, Jack,” she admitted. “Over a year.”
He shook his head, keeping his eyes trained on her. The action gave her a dark thrill, and she fought to push it away. Jack had always been a protective big brother, and he’d scolded her thoroughly on more than one occasion. A couple of times he’d even threatened to spank her for being naughty, but he’d never actually followed through with it. She squirmed in her seat, wondering if she’d finally pushed him that far.
A spanking. Would he? Could he? She gulped, then took a deep, calming breath to prepare herself for the inevitable tongue lashing.
Jack looked at her thoughtfully for a few moments, which only added to her nervousness. “You’ve really screwed up, Gracie.” He released his hold on her chin and sank back into the loveseat.
“I know.” She bowed her head and tried to think of a way to make it better. Anything. “Maybe you should punish me. I mean, you grounded me that one time, do you remember?”
His chuckle lessened the tension swirling in the room, but only a little. “You think a simple grounding will suffice after what you’ve done? You’ve lied to me for a year and failed out of college, Gracie. This is very serious.”
Her face crumpled as tears welled up in her eyes. “I kept the secret as long as I could because I couldn’t bear to disappoint you, Jack. You’ve always taken care of me. You looked out for me, and you worked your ass off to keep the farm going when I said I didn’t want to sell it. You’ve done so much for me, I just couldn’t bear your disappointment. Please understand.” Her shoulders heaved under her sobs.
Jack drew her close, wrapping her in his warm embrace. She cried into his chest, wishing it could be different. Why did he have to be her stepbrother? Why couldn’t he be a nice young man she’d met in college? Or a neighboring farmer’s son? Her feelings for him . . .
She couldn’t complete the thought. Wasn’t ready to. Not yet. Not unless she knew he felt the same way.
“About your punishment,” he said. “Lying is serious, Gracie. I won’t have it. I am going to punish you, but I’m not grounding you.”
“What are you going to do, then?” Her mouth went dry, and her eyes widened as she awaited his pronouncement.
“You’re getting a spanking, young lady.” He tugged at her arm and tried to pull her over his lap. Gracie didn’t budge, and her eyes grew wider.
“What?” She shook her head. “I’m a grown woman, Jack. You couldn’t possibly ?”
“I can and I will, Gracie. Now I want you over my lap right now. Let’s get your spanking out of the way, and then we can talk about your future.”
“But . . .”
“Spanking first. Talk later.”