The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(77)
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Mr. Wolffe’s Little Red
A Little Red Riding Hood Story
Maggie Ryan
Mr. Wolffe’s Little Red Warning:
Be forewarned that within the dark, deep forest lies a cabin. The 'goodies' Little Red has gathered on her way will be used to remind her what happens when a little one is a naughty girl. This book contains the spanking of adult women, elements of age play including anal play, discipline delivered on a bare bottom and elsewhere, BDSM play and power exchange. Step over the threshold of that cabin at your own risk. While this twisted fairy tale is not all sugar and spice, I promise, Regina's very own big bad wolf will have your heart pounding and your panties dampening.
Happy Reading!
Maggie Ryan
Chapter One
“Finally, something that doesn’t look like boring correspondence for a change.”
Regina looked up from her desk to see Glenda standing beside the metal cart she pushed around to deliver mail and the occasional package to any one of the employees occupying several floors of the building.
“Hi, Glenda. What do you mean?”
“Just this,” Glenda said, plucking something from one of the bins in the cart and waving it in the air. “Isn’t it gorgeous?”
And it was. The deep red of the envelope was of a hue that had one thinking of the most beautiful rose, but it was the black wax seal that had been pressed against the flap that had Regina swallowing hard. The color did not bring a bouquet of roses to mind, but instead, had her tummy flipping, her heart pounding, her blood racing and, of course, her buttocks clenching. It took her a moment and hearing a very familiar word to snap her back to the present. Tearing her gaze from the envelope, she interrupted. “Wh… what did you say?”
“I asked whose party you were invited to…”
“No, I mean, what did you say just before that?”
Glenda looked puzzled and then grinned. “Ah, you mean naughty? I was just saying it’s a bit naughty. If you ask me…” she looked around so as to reassure herself that no one was listening and leaned a little closer, “that fancy seal actually looks like someone’s ass.”
Regina could feel her face go hot and prayed the woman thought hearing such a word in a professional environment was the cause of her blush. “I’m sure you’re mistaken,” she said.
“Hmmm,” Glenda said, making it a point to give the back of the envelope a closer inspection. “Nope, pretty sure it’s a butt.” She giggled and continued, “And, since it is for my dear friend, you can tell me how I can wrangle my own invitation. If the party is anything like that naughty seal, it sounds positively wicked.”
Not about to agree to that request, Regina shrugged. “Just drop it on my desk. Mr. Evans needs me to run these notes upstairs.”
“What? Aren’t you the least bit curious? I mean, come on! How often does anyone get such a sexy piece of mail?”
“It’s probably just some invitation to a fancy new restaurant opening,” Regina said, standing and gathering a pile of papers she’d been working on, shoving them into folders. “You know how it is. Send the critics and reviewers’ minions some sort of coupon for a meal they couldn’t possibly afford on their own in hopes that we will persuade the powers that be to give the restaurant or chef a rave review. It happens all the time. Remember that new grill… um, what was the name? Pig Trough? We all got to go eat for free and then we all wound up with food poisoning?”
Glenda’s expression of expectation disappeared as she sighed. “I suppose you’re right.” She dropped the envelope onto Regina’s desk, added a few additional pieces of mail and then said, “Hey, a bunch of us are going out tonight. Can you come? It won’t be free but the tapas bar won’t send you to bed for the entire weekend either.”
“Let me get back to you,” Regina said, already opening her desk’s top drawer and scooping the mail into it. “I’ve really got to get this stuff upstairs.”
“All right, call me later,” Glenda said, giving a wave and pushing her cart, disappearing into the warren of cubicles that sat outside Regina’s office.
Regina yanked open the drawer, grabbed the red envelope, shoved it beneath some of the folders she held and hurried towards the elevator. Stabbing a button on the panel, she tried to control her thoughts as she watched the numbers change above the doors. She dashed out before the doors were completely open, turned left and, after a quick glance around, opened a heavy steel door. Within minutes, she stepped out onto the roof, taking what seemed like her first breath in the last several minutes. She scurried around several large protrusions housing various equipment that had always reminded her of ugly warts. It didn’t help that they were painted a sickly looking green often used as make up for some evil witch. Regina slipped between two and out to her secret spot. Sinking down onto the overturned bucket she used as a chair, she closed her eyes and tried to convince herself that maybe she was wrong. Maybe the envelope really did contain some sort of coupon for a free meal or an invitation to a fancy party.