The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(83)
Not bothering to state that she’d managed to button them quite easily, Regina just remained silent, her face heating as each one was undone before she obeyed the command to lift her arms so that the dress could be whisked over her head. Though she’d managed not to before Mr. Grimm, this time she couldn’t help but wrap her arms over her chest.
“Now there’s no need to be shy, little one. Granny has seen naked little titties before. Put your arms down.” When Regina hesitated, all it took was a smack to her butt to have her arms dropping to her sides. “I’ve seen many a naked little kitty as well,” Granny stated as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of the white panties and tugged them to the floor. “Of course, I must admit that it has been a while since I’ve seen such a naughty kitty. Step out.”
Even as she lifted first one foot and then the other, Regina wondered what the remark had meant. How could a kitty be naughty? Granny didn’t clarify her statement as she removed Regina’s shoes and socks. Once she was as naked as she had been when she’d stepped into the woods, Granny moved to place all the clothing in a cabinet behind her.
“Do you need to go potty before we begin?”
She hadn’t needed to until she was asked. “Um, yes, please… I’ll call you when…”
“Nonsense. It would be highly unethical, not to mention dangerous, to leave a little one in the bathroom by herself. Goodness, no telling how much trouble one could find themselves in if left unattended. Go ahead, dearie. Your potty is right over by the big one. When you finish going tinkle, just give me a call and I’ll help you wipe.”
Looking towards the toilet, Regina felt her face go hot. Was she seriously expected to… to use a child’s training potty? True, it wasn’t as small as those used to toilet train a true little one, but it was definitely meant to make her feel years and years younger than she was. Fine, she didn’t need to go that badly. She could wait. She had her mouth open when Granny shook her head.
“Don’t even think about lying to me, sweetie,” Granny said, her arms crossed over her chest. “Either march yourself over to your potty chair and tinkle, or I shall pull you over my knees and give you a spanking for telling Granny a fib. Now, which shall it be?”
For the first time, Regina gave the woman’s appearance consideration. She wasn’t nearly old enough to be a real granny but, with her black dress and white apron, and her hair pulled back into a tight bun at the nape of her neck, she did look every bit the unforgiving nanny or governess from one of those same spanking stories she read again and again. When her hand dropped into one of the pockets of her apron, all Regina could think about was what horrid implement would be pulled from its depths. Suddenly, she bolted for the potty chair, her bladder threatening to give before she managed to seat herself over the plastic bowl which would be emptied into the “big people’s potty” after she was done tinkling.
She’d reached for the toilet paper, only to find it nonexistent, Granny’s words replaying in her head but refusing to pass her lips. Though her daddy often attended to her personal needs, wiping her clean, she’d never had a woman do so. Lifting her eyes from her bare toes, she saw that Granny wasn’t paying her the least bit of attention. Instead, she was doing something at the sink and was… humming? Why on earth was she pretending that nothing embarrassing was happening in this room? Because idiot, nothing embarrassing is happening to her! Just like the person attached to that inner voice was invisible, so was the pair of eyes rolling that Regina easily imagined accompanying that statement. Still, it was the truth. And while she didn’t really want to ask, she also knew that she wasn’t going to be allowed to sit on the pot all night.
“Gran… Granny? I’m… um, finished.”
“Finished? With what, dearie?”
Heat suffused Regina’s face. The woman damn well knew with what. “Answering the call of nature. Otherwise known as emptying my bladder. You know, urination?”
The moment the woman’s head turned to look over her shoulder, Regina was sorry for her sarcastic outburst. “Um, I mean, I’ve finished going potty… tinkling?” Oh God, you just can’t keep from digging that hole deeper and deeper can you? She knows you meant tinkling and no amount of groveling is going to make your first insolence disappear.
“I’m so sorry… I don’t know why I said that…”
“Because you are a naughty little girl,” Granny said, shaking her head. “You may sit there and contemplate that fact until I’m ready to attend to you.” Regina watched as the woman moved to the table in the middle of the room and pulled something from a drawer. It wasn’t until she shook it out that Regina recognized it as a thick towel. Once it was laid on the table and smoothed over, the woman came towards her, her hand dipping into her apron pocket. Evidently seeing the grimace of her charge, she chuckled. “Don’t fret, little one. This is my good girl pocket. See? It’s only a pack of tissues for your little tushie.”
Having nothing to say to that, Regina could only look away hoping her relief wasn’t evident as the woman squatted down beside her. “That’s a good girl. Spread your knees a bit so Granny can wipe your little kitty.” With her eyes clenched shut, Regina obeyed and held her breath as the tissue came into contact with her sex. It was over within a few seconds and when nothing untoward happened, she released her breath and didn’t protest when her arm was taken as she was guided to stand. She had evidently relaxed far too soon as before she knew it, she was bent over the woman’s knee and the crack of her bottom was being pulled apart.