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Little Miss Redux by Carolyn Faulkner – Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine No one had ever had her do that before—she had certainly been disciplined, most frequently and thoroughly, but it had always been entirely out of her control. Now it was almost worse, because, with each number she called out, the rod fell, biting into her flesh with a wicked sting that rivaled the […]

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Little Miss Redux by Carolyn Faulkner – Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight One of the few things that he had not quite shied away from, but just not addressed, was the fact that part of the routine her papa had imposed upon her was receiving regular enemas. It was something he’d never explored himself, and thus, he was more uncertain about it than he was […]

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Little Miss Redux by Carolyn Faulkner – Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven After spending time establishing himself as her disciplinarian, then, when he felt he had mastered it, ceding those abilities back to Bertrand and Nanny, although he remained primary, Anthony then began to concentrate more on learning how best to care for her. But before he did that, he sat down and talked to […]

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Little Miss Redux by Carolyn Faulkner – Chapter Six

Chapter Six After discussing, in depth, the right course for him to take with Francesca with both Bertrand and Nanny, Anthony came to the conclusion that the best thing would be for him to be her disciplinarian more than anything else at first. He needed to represent order and discipline to her, at least to […]

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Little Miss Redux by Carolyn Faulkner – Chapter Five

Chapter Five First, she reached down and parted Francesca’s outer lips, then she forced her inner nether lips wide open, all with the splayed fingers of one hand. And he could see that the girl was exactly as her nanny said she would be—she was drowning in cream of her own making! She was also […]

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Little Miss Redux by Carolyn Faulkner – Chapter Four

Chapter Four “Tell me what kind of games you like to play.” That was usually a safe gambit when talking to a child, which she essentially was, in his, granted, severely limited experience. But he only seemed to confuse her. “I don’t know what to say, Papa.” She looked again to Bertrand for assistance. “Francesca […]

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Little Miss Redux by Carolyn Faulkner – Chapter Three

Chapter Three Anthony didn’t know exactly how he had pictured the doctor Bertrand would have had for Francesca would look, but the man who appeared wasn’t at all what he would have thought, considering the other man’s penchant for orderliness and regimentation. He was a large, older man who seemed quite uncouth and downright ham […]

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Little Miss Redux by Carolyn Faulkner – Chapter Two

Chapter Two It was, it turned out, a very normal dinner—at least at first. Anthony didn’t know exactly what it was that he’d been expecting, but aside from the fact that Bertrand hadn’t made any attempt to balance the numbers—which was understandable, considering the purpose for the gathering—it was a wonderful meal. Once everyone loosened […]

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Little Miss Redux by Carolyn Faulkner – Chapter One

Chapter One Sir Anthony Bennington had to smile to himself as he mounted the stairs to number three Beekman Street and reached for the bell, although the sounds that conjured such strong feelings in him wouldn’t be considered ones that would inspire such a reaction in most people. They were, instead, the unmistakable cries of […]

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