The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales

by Zoe Blake

  “Ye… yes, ma’am,” Regina said, sniffling and directing her eyes to the ceiling where a mirror hung. Despite its distance, it showed everything between her legs, magnifying it quite a bit. Seeing herself so displayed, she suddenly understood the woman’s earlier reference. Evidently Mr. Grimm had noticed as well and definitely had not approved.

  “I-I was going to… to the salon but I… I was so busy this week…”

  “There is far too much fuzz down here for this to be a single week’s growth, young lady. It’s quite obvious that you do not practice good hygiene. What do you think your daddy would think if he saw this?” She emphasized her question by tugging on a few of the hairs between Regina’s legs, ignoring the sharp yelp given as she did so.

  “He… he wouldn’t be happy,” Regina admitted, grateful when her curls were released, wishing her hand was free to give the stinging area a soothing rub.

  “No, he most certainly would not,” Granny agreed, moving from the table only to return with a bowl and an old fashioned shaving mug. “Even if you don’t have time to get to the salon, that is no excuse to be so untidy. You could have easily shaved but no, you didn’t bother even knowing that your Master and your daddy both expect you to always be prepared.” She began to use the brush to apply the thick lather to Regina’s pubis, swirling it all around, the warmth spreading throughout her sex. “Don’t you fret though. By the time we are done, you are going to be clean inside and out.”

  Regina’s eyes flicked from the mirror to the tall pole, earning herself a sharp slap on the tender skin of her lather covered pussy. “Eyes!” Granny demanded, shaking her head as she reapplied the shaving cream. “I suggest that instead of thinking about the enema you’ll soon be receiving, you concentrate on remaining extremely still. This razor is very sharp.”

  Every time she saw the straight-edge razor descending, Regina took a deep breath, holding it until it sliced through the lather and was lifted to be wiped clean on a cloth Granny had laid on the table. Each stroke left a naked patch of her skin, free of the lather and the hairs that declared her a woman. Every swath sank her deeper and deeper into a younger age as her sex was denuded. She earned herself another swat when she whimpered as Granny separated the lips of her sex with her fingers to make sure she hadn’t missed a single follicle. Finally, a warm wet cloth was used to clear away the remaining lather and another intimate exploration by Granny’s fingers assured that the shaving job had been completed. As the woman moved the items to the sink, Regina flushed seeing herself… not because her pussy—her kitty—was now bare but seeing that the swats had reddened her labia, accentuating the white cream of her arousal that was gathering between the lips of her sex.

  Granny returned and patted her thigh. “Now, that is exactly how a good little girl presents her kitty. Nice and clean.” Regina gasped as the woman ran a single finger through her sex only to hear the woman add, “And a bit slick for her daddy’s attention.” As the woman untied the restraints holding her arms and legs, Regina felt a drop of her cream slip to the towel beneath her, knowing that just hearing those words had her body aching for her daddy’s touch.

  “All right now, over onto your tummy. You may close your eyes and have a little rest.” Regina was quick to roll over, gasping as she caught a glimpse of her bottom in the mirror. That little piece of plastic had not only turned her bottom red, it had left little wheals all across the surface of her buttocks. She was still pondering how that could be after a relative short spanking when she caught Granny’s next words.

  “I’m sure I’ll find what I need in your basket, won’t I?”

  “Um… I thought I was gathering items for my dadd… Mr. Wolffe…”

  Granny had a very pleasant laugh but it caused Regina’s tummy to clench. “Ah, sweetie, surely you remember that Little Red came through the woods with a basket of goodies for her granny? But don’t you fret. I have no problem sharing my treats.”

  Regina watched as the woman opened the basket, her eyes slamming shut as the red bag was pulled from inside. The woman laughed again and patted her bottom. “That’s right, little one, you just relax while I prepare a nice, big, soapy enema for this naughty bottom to swallow.”

  Chapter Four

  Regina heard the water flowing and shuddered. Yes, she’d known she was going to be given an embarrassing enema, but had assumed her daddy would be the one administering it. You know what they say about assuming, don’t you? “Shut up!” Regina hissed.

  “Excuse me? Did you say something?”

  “Oh, um, no, Granny.” Since no paddle or hand landed on her bottom, Regina was glad her little fib had gone undetected. She tried to relax, accepting the inevitable but couldn’t help but wonder how long the water was going to run as it seemed that a half hour had passed since she’d turned onto her stomach. When it finally turned off, all she could think about was that every drop was going to be forced down that tube, through that huge nozzle and into her belly. Her squirm was stopped when a hand pressed against her leg.

  “Let’s get your temperature taken, shall we?”

  Moving to sit up, she heard the woman laugh again. “No, sweetie. Just stay on your tummy. No need to turn over.” About to state that she didn’t mind sitting up, Regina decided that despite the old-fashioned bathroom, Granny must have one of those new thermometers that took only a moment pressed against her forehead to register her temperature. Something that could easily be done while she lay prone. Relaxing again, she gasped when she felt fingers pulling her buttocks apart.

  “Be still. This won’t hurt a bit.”

  Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder to see Granny’s finger, glistening with some of the lubricant from the tube laying beside her leg. Understanding bloomed as her buttocks were pressed further open.

  “No… please… don’t…”

  “Do I need to get my paddle?” Granny asked, locking eyes with Regina.

  “No… but… please, not there…”

  “Don’t be silly. I’ll be in this little pucker soon enough with your nozzle, a trip with a thermometer will simply assure that you aren’t running a fever. If you are, I’ll need to adjust the contents of your enema bag accordingly. Now, put your head down and stop attempting to clench your cheeks or I’ll give you another dose with my paddle.”

  Regina moaned but buried her face on her arms, shuddering when the cold gel was applied to her anus then whimpering as it was pressed inside by Granny’s finger. “Such dramatics aren’t needed,” Granny said, working her finger in deeper and moving it about. Once it was popped free, Regina tensed, only to receive the promised swat on her bottom. “Do you really want to test me?”

  “No… no, ma’am.”

  “We both know that this will be the easiest thing going up your little bottom tonight, don’t we?”

  Unsure if she was supposed to answer, she feared not doing so would bring out the dreaded paddle. “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Then relax.”

  Though she really tried to do so, she couldn’t help but tense as the cold metal tip of a rectal thermometer breeched her puckered opening. As it was pressed inside, she shuddered at both its coldness and its length. Good God, how long was it? Apparently very long as it continued its journey deep into her bowels. “That’s better,” Granny said, patting her bottom. “Do not push it out. It needs several minutes to take a proper reading.”

  Regina doubted the truth of that statement, especially as it still hadn’t been removed after she counted to sixty three times. She was about to ask how much longer when she heard the door open. Had Granny left? Was this some sort of test? Regina could easily imagine the woman faking her departure and waiting to see if her charge would be naughty and remove the awful thermometer. She was about to open her eyes to see if she was alone when she heard a voice that had her heart leaping.

  “And how is my little one?”

  It was her daddy! Without thinking, she began to roll over.

  “Whoa, no. Don’t move,
sweetie.” Drake put his hand on her hip, gently rolling her back to her tummy. “Did you forget you’ve got a glass tube deep in your bottom?”

  Her face flooded with color. Yes, she had totally forgotten the very thing she’d been complaining about only moments earlier. Nodding, she looked into the warmest, kindest, darkest eyes she’d ever known. Eyes she was capable of drowning in.

  “Hi, Daddy,” she said.

  “Hello, little one,” Drake said, squatting down, his face level with hers. “How’s my girl?”

  Regina wanted to assure him she was fine but understood that she had been summoned to the cabin to make a proper atonement. Though she wanted nothing more than to throw herself into his arms, she knew it would be quite some time before she could.

  “I’m sorry I was so naughty, Daddy.”

  His smile told of his approval. “I’m sorry too. You know how much it hurts Daddy to have to punish his little girl, but I’m afraid that you’ve earned yourself quite a session, haven’t you?”

  Her entire body had clenched at the word punish and now shuddered at the word session. Neither were ones she wished to hear and hearing them together meant she was in for an intense night. “Yes, sir, but… I’m really sorry. I promise that I’ll never…”

  “Shh, your red little bottom tells me that you’ve already been naughty for your granny. Don’t make promises you can’t possibly keep.”

  She blushed having forgotten about her bottom’s appearance. “Yes, sir.”

  Drake smiled. “Just know that no matter how naughty you’ve been, Daddy loves you very much. And, Little Red, once you’ve paid for that naughtiness, you will be forgiven and Daddy will cuddle you on his lap and give you lots and lots of kisses.”

  “Can’t we skip to that part now, Daddy?” she asked, knowing the answer but unable to keep herself from asking.

  Drake chuckled and shook his head. “I’m afraid not. Atonement is required and will be paid.” He bent forward and kissed her forehead before standing. Regina sighed but willingly accepted her fate. With her daddy’s warm hand on her bottom, she felt the thermometer being slid free.

  “Not a trace of fever,” Granny declared.

  “Excellent, then add a touch of glycerin and a few drops of pepper oil to her bag,” Drake instructed. “Perhaps having a rather hard time holding her enema will remind my girl that it not only doesn’t pay to be naughty when she believes she is unobserved, it definitely doesn’t make me happy that despite my instructions to obey you, she already has wheals on her ass.”

  “Certainly, sir,” Granny said, sounding entirely too pleased while Regina wished with all of her heart that she had obeyed every rule she’d ever been given and had not fussed about anything since stepping into the cabin.

  It wasn’t long before she was instructed to move up on her hands and knees. Once she was in position, Drake placed straps around her thighs, pulling them apart and securing the straps to the table. Additional straps kept her calves flat to the table’s surface and only then did he move to the head of the table. “Titties to the table and chin in the cup,” he instructed, helping her down. “Arms to your sides.” Once they were also restrained, she knew that her ass was the most prominent part of her body, lewdly presented, nothing hidden between her legs… her arousal obvious to everyone in the room.

  “Red, look at me,” he instructed, and once she lifted her eyes, he continued. “You will not fuss as Granny Grimm fills your bottom with your medicine. It won’t be easy as this is a punishment enema but you will swallow every drop and let it cleanse you of your naughtiness. Do you understand?”

  “Ye… yes, sir.”

  “Go ahead, Mrs. Grimm,” Drake said, stroking a hand over Regina’s head, tucking strands of her red curls behind her ears.

  Feeling her buttocks being separated again, Regina closed her eyes.

  “No, keep your eyes open and on mine. Just as clothing does not conceal sin, I will not allow you to close your eyes to what is happening. This is but the first step of your atonement, little one.” Capturing her bottom lip with her teeth, she blinked hard to keep the tears at bay. He was right… ever since she’d met this man, she’d known he wouldn’t allow her to hide. Not from the punishments he delivered and not from the pleasure he always gave her. When his fingertip ran over her lip, gently tugging it free, she understood why as he unzipped his pants. As the horrid tip of the nozzle pressed against the pucker of her anus, his cockhead pressed against her lips.

  “Open, little one. Both your mouth and your bottom. Open and accept your punishment.”

  Regina opened her lips, her chin secure in the padded cup and her eyes lifted to his as he slid his cock inside her mouth. She whimpered as she felt the nozzle pushing into her reluctant bottom hole, its width as hard to accept as the cock she knew would soon be pushing into her throat. Punishment meant that she wasn’t going to be allowed to simply lick, kiss and suckle his cock. No, punishment meant that he’d be fucking her throat, filling it with his seed, washing it clean of her naughtiness even as the enema washed her bottom out. Front and back… both filled, both swallowing liquids, both feeling stretched and uncomfortable because that was what her daddy had decided she needed.

  Her cry of pain was muffled by his cock as her sphincter was forced to surrender, to stretch, to finally open to swallow the nozzle completely, twinging a bit as it shuddered to close around the hose that would soon be delivering the contents of the bag that hung from the metal pole. Hearing the tell-tale click, her hands clenched the towel beneath her and with a final whimper, the first drop of fluid entered her bottom and the first droplets of her daddy’s precum seeped onto her tongue. Accepting both, she began to lick and swipe at the shaft filling her mouth.

  Chapter Five

  Drake smiled down at his little one. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen and her submission, her obedience only made her more precious. Concealed within the shadows of the forest, he’d watched her journey begin from the moment the sedan pulled to a stop, smiling as she removed her clothes, the blush on her skin telling of her embarrassment. He’d seen her joy at the cape and heard her giggle as she’d found the basket. He’d chuckled as he watched some of the items being examined before being tucked away and some being shoved out of sight as quickly as possible. He’d seen her struggle with her conscience as she found the box holding the apparatus that was even now tucked deep inside her bowels. He’d been extremely proud when, with a little sigh, she’d tucked the enema equipment into her basket, accepting his right to require this submission as well. She was the most precious thing on this Earth and she was completely his.

  He’d been preparing her for this saga since he’d met her at a conference almost a year earlier. She’d been the epitome of a young professional woman. Her clothing had been stylish yet feminine, her hair held off her face and pinned up with a comb to secure the auburn locks into place. And yet, from the moment he’d taken her hand in his at their introduction, he’d known it was all an act. Before he released her small hand, he’d easily imagined her in two scenarios. One where the adult woman knelt before him, naked, her head bowed, her knees apart, her sex open—the submissive waiting for instructions from her Master. Second, and this one pulled at his heart in a way no woman ever had, was the vision of her dressed in frilly dresses and petticoats, lacy ankle socks and black Mary Janes, a big bow around her waist, her hair in high pigtails tied with ribbons and knowing that beneath her childish dress, her sweet little bottom was covered with a pair of ruffled panties. Adult or Little, both women inside Regina knew that he was in control. One word would have their obedience or a price would be paid. Silk, lacy lingerie or cotton, ruffled panties would be lowered to expose a bare bottom… a bottom that would go from pale to crimson under his hand. He’d bent down to speak close to her ear that first meeting.

  “Hello, Little Red, I am your Mr. Wolffe.”

  Her eyes had widened, the prettiest green he’d ever imagined and her lips had parted. “Re
ally?” she’d asked in the softest of voices.

  “Really,” he’d assured her. “I have been looking for you my entire life. I will be your Master and…” he paused and stroked a finger down her cheek, “the Daddy you’ve been longing for all of your life.” Her nipples had hardened against her blouse and her breathing had quickened, telling him all he needed to know. “Be ready at 7:00.”

  “I-I have a din… dinner…”

  “Not any longer,” he said. “Be ready at 7:00 or the first thing I shall do is take you over my knee, lower your panties and blister your little bottom, understand?”

  He had seen her tremble and knew that if he ran a hand beneath her skirt and cupped her panties, he’d find them soaking wet. He watched her swallow and saw her nod. “I expect you to answer me verbally, Red.”

  “Yes, sir… I’ll… I’ll be ready.”

  He’d kissed her cheek and only then released her hand. It had been the beginning of something that he had no intention of ever ending. With her muffled whimper, he returned to the present.

  “Shhh, no need to fuss, little one. You’ve got a long way to go before you need whimper.” Gently rocking his hips forward, he fed her another inch of his shaft. He planned on enjoying her ministrations for as long as it took the bag to empty, and since it held two quarts of liquid, there was no need to rush. “That’s my girl, suckle hard now.” He watched as her cheeks hollowed in and out as she obeyed, the drawing motion pulling on his cock as her body reacted, pulling the water deeper into her bowels. He stroked a finger down her cheek. “Lick.” She instantly stopped sucking, her tongue dancing across his shaft, tracing the vein on the underneath and across the slit at its tip. It felt incredible, more pre-cum oozing out to coat her tongue, adding more lubricant to it as she licked up and down before he gave her a bit more. He continued to instruct her and to watch her, knowing the exact moment when her bowels began to cramp by the flash of uneasiness in her eyes.