by Zoe Blake
The next stop had her face heating and her sex clenching. The realistic looking dildo was ribbed, the shaft long, the balls at its base heavy in her hand. Though not as big as her Master, it was large. Even though she felt a trickle of moisture slide down her thigh, experience had taught her that the dildo was a challenge to accept.
Her steps had slowed considerably by the time another light came on. The sight of the largest box of all had her hesitating. What would she find inside? Her basket was full already. Could this be some sort of stool she’d be required to place in the corner and then sit on when her bottom was red, hot, and swollen? Daddy often placed her in the corner, her nose to the wall, her bottom aching after her punishment. Knowing she had no choice, she set her basket on the ground and untied the ribbon.
What has gone through your mind as you place each item in your basket? Have you been thinking about the purpose of each? Worried about your poor little bottom or those precious, sweet nipples? Or have you been considering the reason for every one of those chosen? Now, remove your cape and dress yourself. You’ll find your destination around the next bend. Come ready to make your full confession, my darling girl. Come to accept the lessons awaiting you. Come to me, Little Red.
Your Wolffe is waiting…
It took a few minutes, but by the time she retied the ribbons of her cloak, she was no longer naked beneath it. Black Mary Janes were buckled on her feet, lacy cuffs of ankle socks turned down just so. A white pinafore was tied around her waist, enhancing the soft pink of the dress with its puffy sleeves and a white Peter Pan collar. A full crinoline petticoat assured the dress not only retained its bell shape, but that the hem reached only to the middle of her thighs. Bending over to pick up her basket, Regina giggled knowing that if she wasn’t wearing the cape, the rows of ruffles decorating the seat of the white panties she’d pulled on would be quite visible. Taking a deep breath, she smiled as she rounded the bend in the path.
Perfect was the first thought that came to her mind. Trust her Master to find not only a cabin in the woods, but one that appeared to have come straight out of a storybook. Lights flanked the red door with its brass hinges gleaming in the flickering of the gas flames. Though the roof was not thatched, the green shingles made it appear so, blending in with the trees that surrounded the cabin. A wisp of smoke as well as the aroma of burning wood coming from the brick chimney attested to the fact that a fire awaited inside. She giggled, as in her mind’s eye, the walls of the cabin became gingerbread, the stones of the walkway hard candies, but she knew that there was no evil witch waiting to pitch her into the oven. Her giggle died as she swallowed hard. Walking to the door, she lifted her hand and gave a timid knock knowing that there was, without a doubt, a big bad wolf ready to do a bit of roasting of his own.
Chapter Three
Regina barely managed to catch herself. Intending to throw herself into her daddy’s arms, she was shocked to discover that instead, she was looking at a woman. Though not dressed in a black robe, a pointed hat or holding a broom, the woman was definitely not her Master. Had she gotten her story wrong after all?
“Um… excuse me, I… I might have the wrong address,” Regina said, wondering how she was going to explain being dressed as she was when it was months until Halloween.
“I assure you that I’ve been expecting you, my dear. Welcome.”
Feeling a bit better, Regina smiled. “Um, thank you.” Attempting to look past the woman, she said, “Is my dadd… um, Mr. Wolffe here?”
“What have you brought Granny?” the woman asked, not answering her question as she reached for the basket.
Regina quickly put it behind her, her face coloring with the thought of some stranger peeking inside. “Um, nothing… I mean… it’s for my Mas…”
“Come now, Red, rudeness is not tolerated at Granny’s house.” Regina’s head whipped up to look at the woman again. When a red card appeared in the woman’s hand, her heart stuttered in her chest. Reaching for it, she read:
Welcome to Granny’s cabin. You will mind Granny Grimm as you mind me… or else face the consequences. I shall join you soon. Until then, I do suggest you be on your very best behavior. Love, Master W
The note told her two things: one, she was not going to be joined by her “daddy” anytime soon and two, she was not in someone’s fanciful fairytale. No, this was her own story for which she didn’t know the script. Her attention was returned to the present when the woman spoke.
“You will call me Granny. Now, come inside so that I might close the door. According to Mr. Grimm, there is a rather important matter that you have failed to attend to but have no fear, Granny will take care of correcting your error. Follow me, we have a great deal to do to before Mr. Wolffe joins us.”
Mr. Grimm? What matter? She’d done as she’d been told and he hadn’t said a word about her having forgotten something. Still, Regina could only nod, giving a slight jump as the woman closed the door, grateful that she didn’t hear some exaggerated click of a lock indicating she was a prisoner. Good grief, Regina, settle down. She did say that Daddy would be joining us. Regina began to follow the woman across the room, her feet stilling as another voice in her head countered the first. No, she said that Mr. Wolffe would be joining us. God knows when or even if Daddy will make an appearance. Knowing it didn’t really matter, Regina tightened both hands around the wicker basket’s handle and looked around. There was indeed a fire crackling in a hearth, a huge leather chair in front of it, an ottoman waiting to hold a pair of weary feet… or a naughty girl.
“Red, it’s not a good idea to dawdle,” Granny said.
“Sorry,” Regina mumbled, hurrying to catch up. “Ow! What was that for?” she demanded, never having seen the woman’s hand moving but definitely feeling the burn from the smack against her backside.
“You will answer me respectfully, young lady, or I fear your poor little bottom will be quite red before Mr. Wolffe ever sees it. Now, try again.”
It took a second before Regina even realized what she’d done wrong but finally managed to say, “I’m sorry for dawdling, Granny.”
The woman smiled and nodded. “Very good. Perhaps you are a quick learner after all.” Before she knew it, Regina felt her hand being taken and her feet moving. Okay, you can do this. She’s obviously been hired by Master W just as Mr. Grimm had been. Remember, nothing bad will happen. When Granny opened the door and pulled Regina inside, her eyes locked onto a table in the center of the room. Not only was it out of place, not belonging in the quaint old-fashioned bathroom, but the leather straps hanging down from several locations, the slight indentation that was padded on one end and the tall metal pole standing on the other had her secret inner voice changing its tune. Bad is such a relative term. But I am sure that you will live through whatever happens… well, pretty sure.
“The basket?”
“What?”
“Come now, Red, am I going to be forced to repeat every order? Give me the basket.”
Regina blushed at the chastisement but did give the woman the basket, relieved when instead of looking inside, Granny simply placed it on the counter next to the sink. “Let’s get you undressed, shall we?”
Informing the woman that she’d been dressed for less than a quarter of an hour didn’t seem like a very good idea. But, when Granny reached for the ribbon at her throat, Regina stepped back. “I can do it.”
“Little girls do not undress themselves,” Granny countered, pushing her hands away from the ribbon. “And, just so that we are crystal clear, in my house naughty little girls get their little bottoms spanked. Is that understood?”
“Ye… yes, ma’am… um, Granny, ma’am.” Regina flushed seeing the woman’s quick smile. Could you sound any stupider, Regina? She’s going to wonder what on earth your Master sees in you.
Granny just nodded and hung the red cape on a hook by the door. Twirling her finger in the air, she waited until Regina turned around and then untied the pinafore’s bow, removing the garm
ent and hanging it on top of the cape. “Such a pretty dress,” she said, “all these pretty little buttons are just too much for a little one’s fingers.”
Not bothering to state that she’d managed to button them quite easily, Regina just remained silent, her face heating as each one was undone before she obeyed the command to lift her arms so that the dress could be whisked over her head. Though she’d managed not to before Mr. Grimm, this time she couldn’t help but wrap her arms over her chest.
“Now there’s no need to be shy, little one. Granny has seen naked little titties before. Put your arms down.” When Regina hesitated, all it took was a smack to her butt to have her arms dropping to her sides. “I’ve seen many a naked little kitty as well,” Granny stated as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of the white panties and tugged them to the floor. “Of course, I must admit that it has been a while since I’ve seen such a naughty kitty. Step out.”
Even as she lifted first one foot and then the other, Regina wondered what the remark had meant. How could a kitty be naughty? Granny didn’t clarify her statement as she removed Regina’s shoes and socks. Once she was as naked as she had been when she’d stepped into the woods, Granny moved to place all the clothing in a cabinet behind her.
“Do you need to go potty before we begin?”
She hadn’t needed to until she was asked. “Um, yes, please… I’ll call you when…”
“Nonsense. It would be highly unethical, not to mention dangerous, to leave a little one in the bathroom by herself. Goodness, no telling how much trouble one could find themselves in if left unattended. Go ahead, dearie. Your potty is right over by the big one. When you finish going tinkle, just give me a call and I’ll help you wipe.”
Looking towards the toilet, Regina felt her face go hot. Was she seriously expected to… to use a child’s training potty? True, it wasn’t as small as those used to toilet train a true little one, but it was definitely meant to make her feel years and years younger than she was. Fine, she didn’t need to go that badly. She could wait. She had her mouth open when Granny shook her head.
“Don’t even think about lying to me, sweetie,” Granny said, her arms crossed over her chest. “Either march yourself over to your potty chair and tinkle, or I shall pull you over my knees and give you a spanking for telling Granny a fib. Now, which shall it be?”
For the first time, Regina gave the woman’s appearance consideration. She wasn’t nearly old enough to be a real granny but, with her black dress and white apron, and her hair pulled back into a tight bun at the nape of her neck, she did look every bit the unforgiving nanny or governess from one of those same spanking stories she read again and again. When her hand dropped into one of the pockets of her apron, all Regina could think about was what horrid implement would be pulled from its depths. Suddenly, she bolted for the potty chair, her bladder threatening to give before she managed to seat herself over the plastic bowl which would be emptied into the “big people’s potty” after she was done tinkling.
She’d reached for the toilet paper, only to find it nonexistent, Granny’s words replaying in her head but refusing to pass her lips. Though her daddy often attended to her personal needs, wiping her clean, she’d never had a woman do so. Lifting her eyes from her bare toes, she saw that Granny wasn’t paying her the least bit of attention. Instead, she was doing something at the sink and was… humming? Why on earth was she pretending that nothing embarrassing was happening in this room? Because idiot, nothing embarrassing is happening to her! Just like the person attached to that inner voice was invisible, so was the pair of eyes rolling that Regina easily imagined accompanying that statement. Still, it was the truth. And while she didn’t really want to ask, she also knew that she wasn’t going to be allowed to sit on the pot all night.
“Gran… Granny? I’m… um, finished.”
“Finished? With what, dearie?”
Heat suffused Regina’s face. The woman damn well knew with what. “Answering the call of nature. Otherwise known as emptying my bladder. You know, urination?”
The moment the woman’s head turned to look over her shoulder, Regina was sorry for her sarcastic outburst. “Um, I mean, I’ve finished going potty… tinkling?” Oh God, you just can’t keep from digging that hole deeper and deeper can you? She knows you meant tinkling and no amount of groveling is going to make your first insolence disappear.
“I’m so sorry… I don’t know why I said that…”
“Because you are a naughty little girl,” Granny said, shaking her head. “You may sit there and contemplate that fact until I’m ready to attend to you.” Regina watched as the woman moved to the table in the middle of the room and pulled something from a drawer. It wasn’t until she shook it out that Regina recognized it as a thick towel. Once it was laid on the table and smoothed over, the woman came towards her, her hand dipping into her apron pocket. Evidently seeing the grimace of her charge, she chuckled. “Don’t fret, little one. This is my good girl pocket. See? It’s only a pack of tissues for your little tushie.”
Having nothing to say to that, Regina could only look away hoping her relief wasn’t evident as the woman squatted down beside her. “That’s a good girl. Spread your knees a bit so Granny can wipe your little kitty.” With her eyes clenched shut, Regina obeyed and held her breath as the tissue came into contact with her sex. It was over within a few seconds and when nothing untoward happened, she released her breath and didn’t protest when her arm was taken as she was guided to stand. She had evidently relaxed far too soon as before she knew it, she was bent over the woman’s knee and the crack of her bottom was being pulled apart.
“What are you doing?” Regina demanded, her hand reaching back only to be smacked.
“Checking your bottom, of course,” Granny said, using another tissue to wipe her bottom.
“I didn’t…” Realizing that the woman would know that and understanding it wasn’t a matter of needing to be wiped but a matter of showing her yet again exactly who was in control, Regina didn’t finish her statement.
Granny stood her back up and patted her bottom. “Over to the table. I’ll be right there to help you up.”
Regina walked to the table, hearing the contents of her potty being emptied and then flushed away. With each order given and followed, she felt herself regressing. By the time Granny took her hand to steady her as she climbed onto the stool that allowed her to reach the table top, she had left Regina Redd, professional administrative assistant to the vice president of a popular magazine, far behind.
“Lay down on your back, sweetie,” Granny instructed. “I’ve warmed the towel so you won’t get chilled.”
Regina lay back, finding the table quite comfortable, the warmth against her back causing her front to feel chilled, her nipples instantly puckering and her hands drifting to cover them until Granny took one arm and pulled it over her head. Before she knew what was happening, her arm was secured with a strap. As her other arm was being restrained, Granny said, “I’ve already told you not to cover yourself. That and your earlier asinine, disrespectful comments just earned you a punishment.”
“I’m sorry, Granny. I didn’t mean…”
“And, I do believe we’ve already discussed fibbing as well?” The woman shook her head and moved to the side of the table. “Are you planning on continuing to be a difficult little girl?”
“No… no, ma’am,” Regina managed, her tummy tightening as what looked like a thin piece of plastic emerged from what she supposed was the “bad girl” pocket of Granny’s apron.
“Show me you are telling the truth,” Granny said, tapping the paddle against the palm of her hand. “Pull your knees up to those little titties and keep them there.”
Regina swallowed hard but pulled her knees up as high as she could, knowing that doing so was exposing her bottom.
“What a plump, pale little bottom.” Rolling her to rest on her shoulders and laying an arm across Regina’s legs, to hold them in place, Granny laid th
e paddle against her right buttock. “It shan’t be pale for long. Let’s hope this is the only reminder my naughty girl will need.”
“Ow! Ow! Please!” Regina screeched. The paddle might have been small but it delivered a sting unlike any she’d ever experienced. The two searing strokes to her right cheek were soon repeated on her left. If the woman hadn’t been holding her legs down, there was no way Regina could have maintained the position. She cried out with each and every stroke, her bottom burning far too hotly for such a short spanking and yet it was just awful. Tears flooded her eyes as a full dozen swats were given to each of her nates before the pressure was removed from her legs. “Put your legs down but press the soles of your feet together. Imagine yourself as a little frog… a bright red-bottomed frog.”
Sniffling as she tried to keep the tears from falling, Regina obeyed, realizing that the position exposed her sex to the woman. Straps soon assured that her legs would not be moving and the restriction didn’t help a hot bottom that was now pressed to a towel that seemed to have gotten much warmer. When she tried to close her eyes, she was told to keep them open.
“Obviously you need to watch to learn how to properly prepare yourself for your Master,” Granny said. “Keep your eyes open and on the mirror above you. If you look away, I’ll paddle your kitty. Understand?”