The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(80)
“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.