The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(82)
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 garment 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.”