The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales

by Zoe Blake

  My darling little Red,

  You do remember what happens to naughty little girls, don’t you? That’s right… they are required to make atonement for their naughtiness. When that naughtiness has been exceptional, the requirement moves to an entirely different level. Your attendance is required to discuss the progression from a simple chastisement to a much more, shall we say, involved punishment.

  At six o’clock this evening, Mr. Grimm will arrive to escort you to me. You need not pack. Everything you need will be provided.

  Prepare your mind to be ready to make your full confession. Prepare your heart to accept your discipline as you follow the instructions you’ll be given to begin our little tale.

  Any deviations from the rules will have additional consequences and, my naughty girl, as your current list will require a great deal to clear your slate, it would be in your best interest to follow every instruction to the letter.

  Until you kneel naked at my feet…

  All my love,

  Master W

  Yes, she knew what happened to naughty girls. They were punished… they were punished until they were very, very sorry for making bad choices; choices that she’d known were wrong but had hoped would go undetected. His instruction that she be ready to make a full confession had her mind scrambling, searching for each and every infraction of his rules… or even of his expectations. For some inexplicable reason, knowing she should be shaking in her boots, Regina found herself smiling instead. Her fingertip ran across his signature as if she could transfer her touch to his skin, her own flesh pebbling with tiny bumps as if already sensitizing itself for what she knew was coming. Returning the card back into the envelope, she tucked it into the pocket of her skirt. She’d slipped back into the narrow opening between the two pieces of equipment before remembering the folders. Returning, she bent over and as a sudden gust of wind lifted the back of her skirt, she froze. It was just a flash of memory and yet it was as vivid as if it were presently occurring.

  She’d been instructed to bend over, her arms locked around her legs, her cheek pressed to her knees. Her skin had flushed hot with shame when her Master had lowered her panties to her knees, her arousal evident on the gusset, her scent inhaled with each shaky breath she took knowing that the artist was seated behind her, sketching her… well, the portion of her that was totally bare and lifted high. Master W hadn’t hesitated to crack his favorite rattan cane across her quivering buttocks, chastising her for her slightest deviation from the required, humiliating position. Every time she saw the seal that had been created after that session, she remembered that day. For if one looked very closely at the impression in the black wax, they’d see not a heart as she’d tried to convince herself it resembled, but a heart-shaped bottom with the fine line depicting the wheal his cane stroke had raised on her right cheek. If that weren’t proof enough, the small birthmark at the crest of her left buttock, the one that he claimed meant that she’d never truly had a choice—that it was her fate, her destiny to belong solely to him—was also on the seal. Straightening, her hand reached back, not to rub at a painful welt as that had disappeared long ago, but to rub the spot that if one but lowered her panties the barest fraction of an inch, would show the head of a wolf lifted as if howling its dark depravity to the moon.

  The rest of the day passed in a blur. Her mind was empty of all thoughts except the ones trying to anticipate what he had in store for her. She gave a shrill shriek when a weight landed on her shoulder.

  “Shit, Reggie, you scared me!”

  A hand pressed to her chest, Regina swiveled about in her chair. “I scared you? Glenda, you almost gave me a heart attack!”

  Glenda giggled, her face showing absolutely no remorse. “You should thank me. It looked like you were prepared to spend the entire night staring at that computer screen. Since you never called, I came back to see if…”

  “Oh my God, what time is it?”

  “Five thirty… Hey, where are you going? Aren’t you coming with us?”

  “I can’t. I’ve got to get home!” Regina said, grabbing her purse from the bottom drawer and standing. “I’ll talk to you on Monday.”

  “If you’re sure? Hey, are you going to that party?”

  Regina simply gave a wave over her shoulder and instead of waiting with her fellow coworkers at the elevator, she pushed through the door and tore down the stairs. With each flight, she prayed that traffic would cooperate. If not, if she didn’t arrive home before six… She didn’t need to contemplate the consequences… he’d said any infraction would add more to her atonement.

  With a screech of brakes that caused her to jerk forward against the seat belt, she practically ripped the keys from the ignition of her VW Bug and reached for the door handle. With a curse at the lack of freedom, she fumbled with the seat belt catch, yanking it free. Grabbing her purse, she raced down the ramp of the parking garage and around to the front of her building. Her pounding heart leapt in her chest at the sight of a man, standing just inside the glass doors, his hands behind his back, his posture ramrod straight. When their eyes met through the glass, his arm came around and he pointedly looked down at the watch on his wrist. When he looked up, she felt her knees began to shake. His expression matched his name—well, probably his pretend name—but he did look very grim indeed. She never made it into the building as he strode to the doors and pushed through.

  “I’m so sorry… there was a jam up on…”

  “If you’ll come this way?” he asked, his voice as calm as hers was frantic.

  “Wait… I need to run up to my…”

  “Miss Redd, you need to come with me,” he countered as his eyes captured hers. “Unless, of course, you aren’t concerned about keeping Mr. Wolffe waiting?”

  Oh, she was concerned all right. She was suddenly extremely concerned. Glancing past him, she saw Paul, her doorman watching. “May I please tell Mr. Carter that I won’t be home?”

  “No need,” the man said. “As Mr. Wolffe has already informed you, you need not worry. Everything has been taken care of.” He paused and then lifted his hand, gesturing towards the curb where a sleek black sedan waited. “Shall we?”

  “Ye… yes, of course,” Regina said, managing to give Paul a shaky smile and a little wave before she turned to step in front of the driver, walk the few steps to the car and when he reached to open the door, managed a soft, “Thanks,” before she bent to step into the vehicle.

  “You are welcome, Miss Redd.”

  “Um… okay… um… I mean, thank you, Mr. Grimm.”

  “Remember to fasten your seat belt.” With that, he closed the door, the sound causing her to give a little jump.

  Geeze, just relax, she told herself. It’s not like you are going to your execution. You’ll be back in a couple of days. After fastening her seat belt, she remembered Glenda’s words. No, she wouldn’t be spending the weekend in bed with her tummy aching from food poisoning, but she’d most likely be spending it with her bottom… at the very least… aching from any one of a dozen implements that her love, the man who held her heart in his palm, would be using to exact the atonement he considered due.

  Chapter Two

  Regina looked not at the man who’d helped her from the car but at the woods beyond him. When the sedan had slid to a stop, she’d looked out the window. They’d left the city behind to twist and turn on roads that led up the mountain and deeper and deeper into the forest. Day was quickly fading and though it was not quite dark, it would seem so once she stepped into the trees. Just about to ask Mr. Grimm if he was sure this was their destination, she wasn’t given the chance when he spoke first.

  “Do not be afraid. No harm shall come to you on the path.”

  “And where does the path end?”

  “That, little one, is waiting to be discovered.”

  She noticed he didn’t actually answer her question but then, did he really need to? Regina supposed it didn’t truly matter as she had been told what to expect when sh
e stood… no, knelt before her own big, bad wolf. Taking a deep breath, she said, “I’m ready.”

  “Not yet,” he said, pulling a red card from his jacket pocket and handing it to her.

  Reading it, she felt her entire body flush. “Seriously?” Glancing towards the woods, then to the road, she finally looked up to find Mr. Grimm watching her, his expression giving not a clue as to his thoughts. Reading the card again, as if hoping she’d read it incorrectly, she sighed. The words remained the same.

  From this moment forward, you are no longer Regina Redd, a professional woman. As you shed your clothing, you will shed all responsibilities as you become my precious Little Red. I am waiting… Love, Master W

  “Is there a problem?” Mr. Grimm asked when several moments ticked by.

  Regina knew that all she needed to do was state that she wished to return home and that he would simply nod and help her back into the car. Looking towards the woods again, she shook her head. “No…” With a sigh and a prayer that she wouldn’t faint from embarrassment, she placed the card into his waiting hand and kicked off her heels, telling herself that walking into the forest in stilettos didn’t make much sense. Unzipping her skirt, she tried not to think about how going absolutely naked into the woods could possibly be a good idea, but didn’t want to fail at the very first instruction given. Handing each discarded piece of clothing to Mr. Grimm, she knew her face was the color of her name by the time she’d placed her panties into his palm. It took every ounce of her courage not to wrap an arm around her breasts and cover her pubis with a hand in the classic modesty pose. Mr. Wolffe would not only disapprove, she was quite certain that Mr. Grimm would as well. Biting her bottom lip, she finally looked towards the tree line and then back up at the man who was holding her clothes.

  “Look for the ribbons along the trail. Follow the instructions to the letter and all will be well.”

  “What? Did Hansel forget the bread crumbs?” she quipped, smiling when the stoic man’s lips twitched.

  “Enjoy the journey, Little Red,” he said, his tone lighter than it had been. She had to admit, without a stitch of clothing on, she didn’t feel like the grown up woman she truly was. With his address, she easily slipped into the role she took whenever life became too overwhelming… or whenever her Daddy Drake wished to care for his little girl. Suddenly quite anxious to reach him, she practically skipped to the tree line. The sooner she started, the quicker she’d be in his arms. Walking forward, she turned and gave Mr. Grimm a little wave and then stepped into the woods.

  It didn’t take long to find the first clue though she did give a little yelp when a light suddenly appeared a few feet in front of her. Seeing the first ribbon, she giggled. It was definitely better than attempting to find bread crumbs scattered upon the forest floor. Ribbons weren’t likely to be eaten by animals and besides, the red satin tied around the tree trunk made her smile. It was tied in a huge red bow, the ends of the ribbon fluttering in the breeze. Reaching it, she realized that the light she’d seen had been activated by her moving, the small solar lamp pressed into the grass at the tree’s base. Next to it was a black box, also tied with a red ribbon. Squatting down, she untied the bow and lifted the lid. Inside was another card.

  You’ve made me very proud, my naked little one. Though you need not worry about being chilled for long, this will help you settle into the game.

  “It’s beautiful,” she whispered as she pulled the item from its bed of tissue. Settling it around her shoulders, she pulled the hood over her head and tied the ribbon at her throat. Giggling, she twirled in a circle, the red satin of the cape flaring out around her body. “Thank you, Daddy,” she sang out, a bit dizzy from her dance. He’d been right. With the red cape around her, she could easily visualize herself as Little Red Riding Hood. Giggling, she wondered what Daddy would think if she told him she was quite anxious to get to the “riding” part of her role. With a definite skip in her steps, she headed for the next ribbon.

  Remember what Daddy has always told you about naughtiness? No matter if you are naked or clothed, no amount of layers can conceal your naughtiness as Daddy can see the guilt in your beautiful eyes. Take this basket and fill it with items that you will ask Daddy to use to relieve his little girl of that icky feeling so that you will feel clean and know you are forgiven.

  His choice of words drew her deeper into regression. Adults didn’t often use prose that included the word “icky” but the adjective perfectly described how she felt when she’d been naughty. Digging into the layers of tissue paper, Regina pulled out a wicker basket and smiled. It was exactly as she would imagine the one used in the fairytale though, upon opening the lid, she didn’t see any goodies that would be enjoyed upon reaching Grandma’s house. Then again, according to the card, she would be filling it along the way… with what she wasn’t sure, but had a pretty good idea it wouldn’t be cakes or pastries.

  Returning to the faint path, she knew that her daddy had remembered her slight fear of the dark and smiled as another light flickered on after only a short time spent walking. Another ribbon and another, smaller box waited. Her smile faltered and her bottom clenched as she read the inscription.

  As you gather the next items, remember, a well-roasted bottom goes a long way to helping a little girl remember the rules.

  Her fingers were not quite as quick to dig through the tissue to pull out the first item to be placed in her basket. It was a wooden paddle and though not very big or heavy, she had no doubt that when applied to her backside, it would do a very good job of beginning that roasting referred to in his card. The next several stops had her basket becoming heavier and her tummy fluttering. She’d added a beautiful, heavy wooden hairbrush, a red satin slipper which might be beautiful upon her foot but would sting quite dreadfully when applied to her ass. Her hands shook a bit as she reached the next tree and her eyes closed as she pulled out the item. Though she’d never seen one before, she instantly knew what it was. She’d read enough spanking stories on her Kindle to recognize a Scottish tawse when she saw one. Opening her eyes, she ran her fingers over the split tongues of leather, imagining each one slapping down onto her poor defenseless bum. From her reading, she knew miscreants unfortunate enough to be turned over a lap to have a tawse applied to a bare botom never failed to be screaming promises of perfect behavior within a half dozen strokes. Shivering, she shoved the tawse into her basket and stood, her trepidation growing as she returned to the path.

  The next box had her drawing in her breath. They’d discussed such an item and evidently her daddy had decided it was time to add it to his collection. Caressing the soft leather strands, she closed her eyes, her skin tingling as she imagined the individual falls landing on her body. Tucking the flogger into her basket, she stood again. How many additional items would be used on her bottom?

  Moving to the next tree, her legs were a bit shaky as she continued her journey, wondering how many more lights would come on and how many more items she’d find knowing that every single one would be used on her before the night was over. Her basket was almost full which gave her hope there wouldn’t be many more. Reaching for the card, she groaned.

  A full atonement requires not only a hot little bottom but a total cleansing… inside and out to wash all the naughtiness away.

  “Oh, no, please, Daddy.” Of all the items, this one proved that he was very serious about her atonement. For a brief moment, she wondered what would happen if she simply pretended that she never saw this box. Perhaps the light hadn’t worked properly. After all, they were solar powered and the tree above it was lush and full… couldn’t the leaves have blocked the sun beams needed to fuel the light? Regina was retying the ribbon of the box when something moved in the woods, causing her to freeze. What was that? An animal scurrying to find its bed now that night was definitely here or… someone just out of sight, watching her to keep her safe… or to assure that any naughtiness would be noted? Giving a soft moan, she again pulled the ribbon loose and took
the large red bag out of its tissue. Shoving it into her basket, she added the long hose and, shuddering, laid the nozzle on top before slamming the lid closed. It was only when she stood that she realized that the sound she’d heard had disappeared. Still, she couldn’t dispel the notion that she wasn’t truly alone in the woods. Clutching the cape closed over her nakedness, she moved towards the next tree.

  The next box was the smallest one yet but she didn’t believe she could rely on the “good things come in small packages” scenario… not after reading the accompanying card.

  A naughty girl’s bottom is not the only place that will feel a little bite.

  Lifting the lid, she groaned as she pushed aside the tissue paper. Beneath her red cape, her nipples instantly tightened as if already readying themselves for the pair of nipple clamps revealed. Never having handled clamps before, she gave a quick glance around as if to assure herself she was alone and then pressed one open. It looked like a little mouth but she knew it wouldn’t offer a gentle suckle. No, little metal teeth lined both sides of the clamp waiting to bite down on a poor sensitive little nipple, enveloping it with pain. A chain ran between the clamps that could be tugged on to increase the sting, and though she knew it would hurt, her pussy was flooding with moisture and her nipples had yet to soften.

  If she thought the clamps were bad, she whimpered a bit at the next tree’s base, her face hot as she quickly shoved the item into her basket. There was no need to give it a great deal of thought as her bottom clenched, thinking of the plug it would evidently be required to embrace. About to replace the lid of the box, she saw another item inside. A bit of her worry disappeared as she tucked the tube of lubricant into the basket as well. She should have known that even though the purpose of the plug was to open her bottom hole, her daddy would make sure it was done with as much ease as possible. Her heart leapt into her throat as she considered the items gathered. If she were to have an enema and then be seated with a rather large butt plug… did that mean… was he planning on taking the one virginity she’d yet to surrender? Closing her eyes, she knew that no matter how much lubricant was used, good genes had provided her Master with a very large item of his own… one very capable of making a naughty girl very contrite indeed for disobeying her Master’s rules.