Chapter 1
Ophelia stared at the notice on her door. This was a joke right? She pulled it off and read though it again… She saw the landlords signature on the bottom of the letter. Ophelia had been trying to get a hold of him to ask about renewing her lease for the following year… this would explain why he had been dodging her calls. She read the notice again as she entered her apartment. She placed it down on the table and took a long deep breath. It would be okay. She had time to find another place… she hoped. She would have to explain to her advertiser later. She took a longer long breath. She needed someone to tell her everything was going to be okay.
No matter how many times Ophelia tried to tell herself that, she never believed it. She placed the notice down on the counter and put away the groceries she had just gotten. Once the milk was safely in the fridge and her frozen pizzas were not doing to melt, she slid the noticed off the counter and sat down in what she pretended was a living room. Just an oversized armchair and a tv mounted to the wall. She read through it one more time. Just to make sure she had not read it wrong… nope… well fuck. She picked up her phone and selected a contact. After one ring the calming voice of Olly appeared on the other line.
“Lia,” He said.
“Can you just tell me everything is going to be okay?”
“What happened?” His voice was more concerned now. “Do we need to come over?”
“No, no. It’s not that serious.” She explained. “It looks like my landlord is not renewing any leases on my floor.” She sighed. “I’m just feeling on the edge and I just need someone I believe to tell me it will get figured out.” She knew she could be open with him, but also did not want him to go into caregiver mode.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” He said kindly over the phone. “That does stink. We could bring dinner over while we look around for other places.”
“Actally that sounds kinda nice.” She smiled. “Thanks Olly, you are the best you know that.”
Olly or Oleander Leghtoncorft was a man in his mid forties. His hair was salt and pepper, but he usually had a soft smile on his face. He was now the Head of the English department of the local university. He was tall with broad shoulders, but seemed to choose his wardrobe by searching ’stereotypical english professor” on the internet. His focus was fairy tales, and it seemed he wanted people to be able to tell just by looking at him. He usually tweed suit spotless as usual. He entered the room with take out of Ophelia’s favorite taco spot.
Genevie, Olly’s wife, followed behind him. She was around 5’7 and it seemed they must have been out somewhere as she was wearing much nicer clothes than she normally would on a Friday. Her dark hair was starting to show some streaks of gray. They shined strangely in the horrible lighting of Ophelia’s apartment.
“Oh no, you guys didn’t cancel something for me did you?” She asked now, regretting even calling. “It could have waited till tomorrow. I’m so sorry.”
“Now now,” Gen started while wrapping Lia in a hug. “Our event just got over. So don’t worry Lia.” She hummed and rubbed Ophelia’s back. “We would cancel the meeting with the royal family if you needed us.” Ophelia felt the urge to ask why such a specific example but Olly gave her a look over his glasses which told her no. She had a feeling that Olly’s family back in the UK might be higher up in society but any attempts to bring it up had Olly now sternly changing the subject.
“Alright, food time.” He said. “Do you just want to talk? Do you need “little time”?” He asked. She felt her face heat from embrassement. Granted she had been their little for the last three or so years but him asking always made her blush.
“No, I think I’m okay,” She explained. “I just need a plan more than anything else.”
“I guess I will keep the tacos to myself then.” He teased while sitting down on the floor.
“Well no, I want those to.” She pouted while sitting down next to him.
It was Sunday, Lia had been searching all over, she had been to three different showings yesterday and she was so tired. She might even stay over tonight, she might need ‘little time’ more than she thought. She yawned loudly as she walked down the hallway.
“Hope you didn’t stay up too late.” Olly offered while waving her over.
“No, I went to three apartment showings yesterday, I’m just a little tired.” She had not meant to rub her eye with her whole fist, but she could tell Olly was making a note about it.
“I can see that.” He smiled. “Do you want your spanking early? We could do little time after dinner.”
“No…” She yawned again. “I’ll be okay.” She again rubbed her eye with her whole fight.
“I think you aren’t being honest with yourself, bun.” He said while wrapping her in a hug. “I don’t want to have to give you corner time for fibbing.”
“I think I would fall asleep in the corner.” She admitted.
“Then maybe a nap before dinner instead.” He offered.
“But my…” She paused.
“Can be done after dinner and on a pull up if necessary.” There was the tone, the one that told her it was okay to be little. It is a comforting tone that took Ophelia almost a year to put a name too.
“I don’t think I need a pull up.” She explained.
“How about your pillow?” He offered, she nodded in replay. Her bunny pillow was starting to show its age. The first real little gift they had gotten her, it’s eyes now faded and Lia had even patched a spot where the ear had started to come loose. He returned with the pillow and lay a blanket over her. “Paci?” He offered. She shook her head. “Alright then have a nice lay down bun. We will call you for dinner.”
Ophelia had slept for a good hour, she sat up and stretched and she heard someone enter the room. It was Gen giving her a soft smile, her hand went to Lia’s forehead for a moment, then she planted a kiss on it.
“Looks like just too much stress for the last few days.” She sat down next to Ophelia. “You are feeling a little better.”
“Yeah, I have no idea how you sometimes know what I need better than I do.” She stretched again.
“Sometimes a little bunny isn’t honest with herself.” Gen said. “She pushes too hard and doesn’t know when it is time to slow down. We’ve had to learn how to read you.” She teased ruffling Ophelia’s hair. “Dinner will be ready soon.”
Dinner was quiet tonight, Olly and Gen kept making eye contact but not saying anything. She looked between them, becoming uneasy about what they might be thinking about. She could only take it for so long before she just blurted out.
“What is going on? You two are making me nervous.”
“It was something we wanted to do after dinner.” Olly explained. “A small conversation before your weekly spanking. But I think we are both in agreement. We just were not sure how to bring it up to you.” Gen nodded encouragingly. “We had been talking and we thought you could just move in with us.”
“What?” Ophelia did a spit take causing her soda to land her mash potatoes.
“Not forever.” Olly continued. “At least for the last year of your program. We understand that you need your own space, but your last year is going to be a nightmare, even with everything going right.” He explained. “It would be easier for all of us I think. We wouldn’t have to worry about you getting home and you wouldn’t have to look for another place.”
“Thank you…” She said, “But, I like being little in my room.” She ran her finger tip over her glass. “I don’t think blending the two would be good for my headspace. The big girl thoughts would never stop.”
“We understand that concern, Lia.” Gen said taking a cue from her husband to take the lead at this point. “We wanted to wait till after dinner to show you something. So be a big girl and finish up, cause you are getting a surprise.”
“Holy shit.” was all Ophelia could manage at first. “How long have you been working in this?” She asked.
“Year to about a year and a half.” Olly shrugged. “It became pretty clear that this was going to be long term. So we thought we might set you up a more appropriate space for a little one.”
They had made her a nursery in one of the rooms of the basement. She was in awe, a bed… lower to the ground then a normal one with… side rails?” She felt her cheeks grow hot as she saw the changing table with a bottle of powder and a package of wipes ready to go. A small area for playing, a coloring station, she gulped at the stool sitting in the corner.
“And any questions about how much it cost will get you sent to the corner.” Olly added as she walked over to a decorative box sitting on the dresser that she knew were full of clothes for her. “That is where your implements are going to be stored now.” Olly explained. “The people who made your brush were very willing to make you a matching set.” He teased her. “Though your ruler has not arrived just yet.”
“You are both the best and the worst.” She told them.
“But, it’s just a usual week we don’t need any of those.” He said while sliding them back into place. “Now do you want to go back to the living room for your spanking or we could do it here.” He offered.
“Upstairs please.”
Soon Olly took her over his lap as he sat on the couch. She shifted slightly, while this had been routine for so long knowing the first smack was coming made her wiggle. Olly’s hand came down with a firm smack, he was being very kind this week, maybe being slightly lenient with his spanks. Once the finished her sit spots.
“Alright Ophelia, I’m going to take your pants down.” She felt him lift the waist band of her pants and slowly exposed her underwear covered bottom. He gave a few gentle pats before bringing down a full swat. He was smacking her sit stops when she began to wiggle. “Now now,” He told her, wrapping his arm around her waist. “You know better than that.” She noticed the extra smack to each sit spot… “Time for your bare bottom.” He told her. She nodded and was doing her best to hold still. “A nice pink. Why are you getting this spanking Ophelia?” He asked.
“To remind me to take care of myself.” She responded.
“Very good.” He praised while bringing a stern smack down. He made very quick work of her cheeks and sit spots. She was sniffling but nothing too serious. He rubbed her back for a few moments, before righting her clothes and pulling her into this lap. He rested his chin in her hair. “You did so good.” He praised while rocking her back and forth. Ophelia began to rub her eye with her fist again. “Looks like it might be bed time.” He told her. She did not argue.
