The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(81)
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.
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.