It’s not hard to find my house key. It’s heavy, antique and made of steel, standing out easily among the bevy of modern brass ones on my key ring. I live in a tiny townhouse that I rent from a nice old lady in town, but more on that later. It’s technically in town, but secluded due it’s long driveway and some woods that make the little house almost invisible from the road, especially when the trees have their leaves on. I like to call it my cottage.

I unlock the front door, opening it to the smell of freshly baked bread, and smile. Whenever I come home I’m glad that the rent is cheap enough to allow us to live alone. I’m a student at the moment, so money can be tight. We go to a small university that I’d rather not name, well… I go to the university now.

Oh yes, before I forget, the ‘we’ part. I have pretty different living arrangements. Ones that are exactly to my liking. The nature of those arrangements are why I can’t use any of our names in this little peek into my life. I’d ask you to not judge me, but that’s going to happen anyway, so why bother?

“Little Red, I’m home!” I call out while putting down my backpack and hanging up my coat. It’s a calf length coat with a thick, luxurious grey fur collar. It’s perfect for fall. As you can tell, I like the coat a lot; I picked it up with some of the last of Little Red’s money. I’d feel bad for spending it, but hey, a girl’s got needs.

“Wolfy boy!” he exclaims excitedly from the kitchen. I make him call me Wolfy boy. While I don’t make any attempts to look like a boy, my friends say I’m actually a rather fetching girl, I still enjoy the extra humiliation of making him call me his boyfriend. His voice sounds feminine but it still has a hint of masculinity in it.

I’ll let it stay that way, for now.

He runs out of the kitchen to greet me, red Mary Jane heels clacking on the wood floor, and I can hear the petticoats under his skirts rustling from over a room away. Finally my dearest creation bounces into view. He’s wearing one of my favorite little outfits, a knee length red dress with puffed short sleeves. A lace-edged white apron tied off in the back with a big bow, and frilled knee socks help add some contrast to the red dress. To top it all off, he’s still wearing his red shawl with an adorable hood. I give him a hug and twirl him around; he’s getting light ever since I put him on that diet. His hair is done up in big bouncy blonde ringlets, intertwined with red satin ribbons. I know how to do his hair and by now, he does too, but I enjoy taking him to the salon and watching him squirm. As you can tell from my description he looks extremely feminine but I always call Little Red ‘him’ in my mind, because it’s more satisfying. It puts my work in perspective.

This probably sounds confusing right now, so I’ll restart the story a little earlier. Little Red looked quite different back then, he wore boy’s clothes and never used make up. He was shorter than me by at least four inches because he didn’t wear high heels, but he was a little heavier and didn’t look as delicate as he does now. He had long brown hair that he kept tied back in a ponytail, and designer glasses always perched near the tip of his nose so that he could look down at you over them. When he looked like this, Little Red and I used to be dating. Well, I was dating him. He was cheating on his girlfriend with me. I knew this when we were going out, but I liked him too much to complain. You see he had certain needs that his girlfriend wasn’t interested in satisfying. To put it simply, he was my dom and I was his sub. Every now and again, I’d come over to his dorm room and sometimes he’d spend a whole day tying me up and teasing me. We’d have our fun, and when we got really worked up sometimes he’d tell me he was going to leave his girlfriend for me.

At the time, I was smitten enough to believe him.

After three semesters of a clandestine relationship I finally got the nerve to pull him aside at a party to ask him if we were ever going to be more than a secret. He had been drinking heavily that night and I will always remember the way he slurred out the truth.

“We’re not dating. We never were. You just let me tie you up whenever I want to. Why would I start dating you when I already get everything I need now? You need to wake up and realize that life’s not a fairy tale.” I spent the rest of that night crying my eyes out on a stanger’s couch, but that quote would stick with me for a while.

He stopped seeing me after that. In fact, those were the last words he said to me for almost a month.

We were both going to university for pre-med. I knew I wanted revenge, but I didn’t really have a plan. So, I spent weeks searching for something that I could use until I finally struck gold. Our school has an amnesty policy regarding drugs. Specifically, if a student was worried about the school or the authorities finding out they could come clean, and even though disciplinary action would be taken, they’d never call the police. Spending enough time with Little Red I had learned his student email address and password, and some time with pirated photo editing software allowed for some easy photographic evidence of Little Red with some white powder.

I know it sounds bad, but I was angry and I was out to prove him wrong. Life can be a fairy tale, if you want it to be. In fairy tales, the good girls win, the bad boys get punished, and everyone lives happily ever after. Little Red attended our university on a scholarship, because his family didn’t want much to do with him, or at least they didn’t once I was done sending a fictional confession about his drug usage from his email address to his parents. When he was expelled, he lost his student housing, and the email I had sent to his parents meant that he didn’t have much of a place at home either. Without anywhere to go, and totally clueless as to why, I must have looked like an angel, offering him a place to stay at my house until he got back on his feet.

All I had to do was just act as if nothing bad had ever happened. When he moved in I found some of his credit cards, and started secretly ordering the supplies for my revenge. After all, there’s no reason that I should be paying the price for his punishment. It had started with getting him expelled, but I knew that this fairy tale hadn’t ended ‘happily ever after’ enough. My supplies arrived a few weeks later, and I told him that the two of us were going to have a house-warming party to celebrate him moving in. I made us drinks, and we laughed about old times. Then, on our second round I put some ground up sleeping pills in his drink. He started to get groggy after only a few sips, so I made the first move.

I don’t mean to ‘kiss and tell’ about this stuff, well… when he’s on the receiving end I love to talk about it, but I’m different. Either way, we got into it pretty heavy and I could see the pills really take their hold. Right before he passed out I grabbed his face, looked him in the eyes and said,

“That’s the last time that little thing of yours is ever going to come out again.” With his face frozen in a look of worry and confusion, he passed out. My timing was perfect. He never even got to finish.

After that, I stripped him naked and put on him the first item I had ordered, a chastity device. The best way to control a boy is to control what’s below the waist and I was going to be true to my word. The device didn’t come cheaply, but it was the smallest one I could get while being sure that it was inescapable. Still, the device would allow for the tiniest bulge in the front, but still had enough curve so that he would have to sit down in order to use the bathroom.

I covered up his chastity with a pair of the most ruffled white panties I could find. After that, I fitted him with a waist cincher corset and tightened it, followed by frilly white knee socks and a white training bra.

Once he was dressed, I carefully carried him down to the basement, where I tied him to a block. There, I had him lying down with his arms stretched out in front of him and his legs hanging so his toes barely touched the ground. I cuffed his ankles with a chain looping through a ring on the solid block, which would prevent him from kicking backwards. Once he was secured, and I confirmed that he was still unconscious, I went upstairs to rummage through his possessions and put his clothes in garbage bags for a local charity. I could sell his laptop and music player to help fund his punishment, and his own bondage supplies could be re-appropriated for my own use. It certainly felt poetic.

I was worried about him waking up without me being there, but the powerful synergy between the drinks and the pills worked out in my favor. With my remaining time, I brushed and tied his longish brown hair into childish pigtails with thick white ribbons and put some makeup on him, laying it on heavy to make it more shocking when he woke up.

The one thing I hadn’t expected was just how cute he was when I had him so helpless, splayed out on the block in front of me. This was all originally intended just to ruin and humiliate him, but at that moment I actually started to enjoy what I was creating. In fact, I loved it so much that I just had to run upstairs to fetch his ‘punishment shoes’, a pair of ballet heels modeled to look like patent Mary Janes with seven inch spike heels. The shoes and the corset, working together pushed his butt up a few inches above the rest of his body on the block, putting his frilly confection of a bum into fuller view. It was so adorable, how could I not do it?

To finish off my setup, I took a full length mirror down from my bedroom, and put it in front of him so he’d be able to see the results of all of my hard work. Once fully prepared, I decided to wake him up with a good hard spank. I wanted to make an impression, so I put my whole body into it. That sound reverberating off the basement’s cement walls was loud enough to wake him up, if the sudden stinging on his butt wasn’t enough. He woke up startled, already asking questions, so I just hit him three more times. Once that was done, I let him behold the cutesy china doll made up in the mirror in front of him.

“Do you like it?” I asked. Those were the first words I said to him since he’d woken up. In retrospect, it’s amazing that I still remember this so vividly.

“What the fuck is going on?” he asked, trying to look around but only really managing to make his pigtails flop around. I spanked him five more times.

“Tsk tsk tsk, such language… you’re supposed to thank me for making you pretty.” I replied in a condescending, sing-song voice. Hitting him this hard was already making my hand hurt, but I knew it was worse on him than it was on me.

“I supposed to what?” he asked, still not grasping the situation. He used to be my dom, so I guess the role reversal was still a little hard for him to get a hold of. I wasn’t making this easy for him, after all.

“Thank – me – for - making – you – so - pretty!” I barked out, punctuating each word with a solid smack. I didn’t have any experience dominating, so I decided to take whatever I’d like and then magnify it for him. Back then, I’d always wanted a relationship to start with the dominant immediately asserting their power over me. What better way to do that than by spanking my cute new sub into submission?

“Huh… thank you…” He managed to breathe out. The panic, pain and confusion were leaving him short on breath. I hit him again as hard as I could.

“For?” I asked expectantly.

“For… making me so pretty.” He finished the statement and tensed up for a few seconds, waiting for the next impact. He collapsed in relief as I instead began to massage his sore bottom.

“Good, now doesn’t that make you feel so much better?” I asked, switching my massaging motions to another lower part of his body. He moaned, but the moan changed from pleasure to surprise when he felt his sex press against the hard restraint of the chastity device. “Oh yes, that’s your chastity.” I informed him before he had an opportunity to ask. “I don’t want you getting into any trouble without my permission, so you’re going to stay locked up nice and tight until I think you’re ready.” He started to struggle and ask more questions. “Do you want another spanking?” I asked loudly, which was enough to make him quiet down.

“Listen closely then, sweetie. I didn’t like the way you treated me. So, I’ve gotten you expelled from school for drug usage. Then, I confessed your evil ways to your parents for you.” I said all of this so quickly that I was afraid for a second that he didn’t understand what I said. He was silent. To check on him, I angled myself so he could see my face in the mirror and so I could see his. The expression of his face was a mask of pure shock, which made me smile. When he finally did open his mouth, the noise lasted for over a full minute, and he didn’t even swear. It was an incoherent howl of rage, and almost unrecognizably slurred expletives. He struggled in his bonds fiercely, but I’d had enough time restraining him to make that useless. I let him go on for a few minutes to tire himself out before I started spanking him again. It took quite a few hits to finally quiet him down, but I know that this was important. No matter how mad he was, he had to understand that I was the only one in control.

When I was done he was squirming and breathing heavily on the block, the tight corset making it almost impossible for him to really catch his breath. I walked around to the front of the block, and produced some printouts of the exchanges between his email account and the school, including the photos I had created. I made a big show of putting them into an envelope, slowly enough so that he could read some of the contents and recognize them for what they were.

“Now, if you don’t like what I’m saying, this letter can go to the police. The school didn’t press charges against you but I’m sure that the state would, if provided with a confession. Your parents are probably still pretty mad at you, so they wouldn’t pay for a lawyer and I don’t think you can afford one either. You have a simple choice, you can stay here and be my cute girlfriend in my nice warm cottage, or you can be some convict’s girlfriend in a cold dank prison cell. Which would you like to choose?”

The look he gave me in reply was venomous like a snake, and if I had gotten close enough, I’m sure that he would have bitten me. After a minute of us staring each other down I finally spoke up. “I’m going to put this letter in my safe now, and when I come back we can discuss your decision. Now, before you think for a moment that I won’t send this to the police, consider your situation. I’ve already done all of this to you, what’s left to stop me now?”

With that I walked upstairs and put the letter away in my safe. Now, of course you’re starting to see the problems here. The police wouldn’t just throw someone away with a written confession, which they say isn’t theirs, and no physical evidence. I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t either, but what must have things looked like to Little Red down there? Still disoriented by pills and booze, suddenly dressed up in cutesy clothing and restrained in his ex’s basement with a well spanked bottom? He’d just been expelled from school, and his parents didn’t want to speak with him, he must have thought that anything could happen at this point. Even if he didn’t believe me, it’s not like he had anywhere else to go. To him, it looked like I had everything figured out, when really I was still making up most of this as I went. One thing that I hadn’t planned on was that I had never been so horny in my entire life. With that in mind, I took a break to calm down and fix myself a light drink. As fun as this was, I couldn’t afford to get carried away on the first day.

After a few minutes of resting and composing myself, I descended quietly back down into the basement, trying to appear cool and in command. That’s when I heard the sound that made me realize why I was doing all of this. He was crying. His breaths were coming in short and daintily because the waist cincher was compressing his lungs, and the short sobs really made him sound like a little girl. I tiptoed down the stairs at this point and took a quick peek into the mirror, hoping he wouldn’t notice. His makeup was running and it made him so adorable I couldn’t stand it. It was all I could do to not hurry upstairs and start attending to my own needs. However, I knew that I needed to stay in control, and none of that was going to help right now. Staying quiet, I tiptoed halfway back up the stairs and breathed deeply a few times to compose myself and appear more confident. Once I was ready, I strode down the stairs, speaking while I walked.

“Well have you made a decision?” I asked nonchalantly, trying not to focus on his tear streaked makeup.

“I… I’ll be your girlfriend,” he sighed.

“I’m glad you made the right decision,” and with that I faltered. I had bought him cute clothes, spanked him into submission, and gotten him to agree to be my girlfriend, but it wasn’t enough. It sounds crazy but somehow I knew that if this was all I did, it wouldn’t work. It would just get boring after a while. I couldn’t let it get boring, or else I’d just be punishing myself. I had to add something special. I thought back to that quote of his about fairy tales, and it all suddenly felt so simple.

“Your new name is Little Red Riding Hood, a lovely girly girl who devotes all of her time to fawning over her big strong boyfriend, The Big Bad Wolf.” I stopped to internally applaud myself for my genius before realizing what was wrong with that particular statement. “Uh…” I looked around the basement, outside of his view, still searching for a little inspiration, but instead settled on simplicity. “Now I can’t find any boys at the moment; so I guess that makes me The Big Bad Wolf. You can call me Wolfy Boy if you like.” I smiled wide into the mirror, emphasizing my canines.

“Um… alright?” he nodded, accepting the strangeness of this arrangement as in line with all of the other demands I’d made at this point.

“Of course, we just have to make sure that you’re not just saying that. You have to really mean it. Are you sure you really want to be my girlfriend?” I asked, leaning in. If you make someone say something enough times then they’ll believe it, and I intended to make him say whatever I wanted, as much as I could. My heart started beating faster, and some new part of me just loved making a boy do all of this. Making them change into what I wanted them to be.

“I’m sure.”

“I’m glad to hear that! Now to make sure that you’re really committed, and to start making up for you hurting my feelings, I want you to say ‘My name is Little Red Riding Hood and I love my boyfriend The Big Bad Wolf’ every time I spank you.” I said while rubbing my hand, I had just gotten the feeling back in my good hand, but I could deal with it.

“Are you ready?” I asked intently from behind him, pressing my crotch tightly against his rear, just to remind him of how vulnerable he was.

“Is there anything I can say where you won’t spank me?” He asked in a squeaking voice, already tensing up his whole body.

“Not if you want to prove that you love your boyfriend there isn’t. Are you changing your mind?” I replied, imitating the sound of his voice. In the quiet of the concrete basement there was no sound, and even then it was difficult to hear him squeak a ‘no’. With that, I spanked him.

“My name is Little Red Riding Hood and I love my boyfriend The Big Bad Wolf.”

“Louder next time,” I commanded.

“My name is Little Red Riding Hood and I love my boyfriend The Big Bad Wolf!” he shouted shrilly, I spanked him again, choosing to switch hands. I may not be as coordinated with my other hand, but it would allow me to last longer and I intended to make my Little Red’s start last as long as possible.

“My name is Little Red Riding Hood and I love my boyfriend The Big Bad Wolf.”
I don’t know how many times I spanked him, as time blended together for me. All I know is that after that, on top of all the smacks I’d given him before, he was left with a butt as red as the dresses I make him wear.

“Oh, I’m glad to know that you love me so much. I’ll come get you in the morning. Nighty night sweetie!” I turned off the lights to the basement and left him tied up. The waist cincher over night would be good for his figure, and staying down there would let it settle in that this was going to be a permanent change for him.

My hands were so sore that I had to soak them in warm water before I went to sleep that night, but that didn’t matter. That night was one of the happiest I’d ever had. I knew that what I did was wrong. I knew that his punishment didn’t fit his crimes, and that he didn’t actually deserve all of this, but at the same time I knew that was one of the reasons it felt so good. I fantasized about Little Red Riding Hood crying down there, but not just any Little Red Riding Hood, My Little Red.

For me, morning couldn’t come soon enough.