The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(84)
“What are you doing?” Regina demanded, her hand reaching back only to be smacked.
“Checking your bottom, of course,” Granny said, using another tissue to wipe her bottom.
“I didn’t…” Realizing that the woman would know that and understanding it wasn’t a matter of needing to be wiped but a matter of showing her yet again exactly who was in control, Regina didn’t finish her statement.
Granny stood her back up and patted her bottom. “Over to the table. I’ll be right there to help you up.”
Regina walked to the table, hearing the contents of her potty being emptied and then flushed away. With each order given and followed, she felt herself regressing. By the time Granny took her hand to steady her as she climbed onto the stool that allowed her to reach the table top, she had left Regina Redd, professional administrative assistant to the vice president of a popular magazine, far behind.
“Lay down on your back, sweetie,” Granny instructed. “I’ve warmed the towel so you won’t get chilled.”
Regina lay back, finding the table quite comfortable, the warmth against her back causing her front to feel chilled, her nipples instantly puckering and her hands drifting to cover them until Granny took one arm and pulled it over her head. Before she knew what was happening, her arm was secured with a strap. As her other arm was being restrained, Granny said, “I’ve already told you not to cover yourself. That and your earlier asinine, disrespectful comments just earned you a punishment.”
“I’m sorry, Granny. I didn’t mean…”
“And, I do believe we’ve already discussed fibbing as well?” The woman shook her head and moved to the side of the table. “Are you planning on continuing to be a difficult little girl?”
“No… no, ma’am,” Regina managed, her tummy tightening as what looked like a thin piece of plastic emerged from what she supposed was the “bad girl” pocket of Granny’s apron.
“Show me you are telling the truth,” Granny said, tapping the paddle against the palm of her hand. “Pull your knees up to those little titties and keep them there.”
Regina swallowed hard but pulled her knees up as high as she could, knowing that doing so was exposing her bottom.
“What a plump, pale little bottom.” Rolling her to rest on her shoulders and laying an arm across Regina’s legs, to hold them in place, Granny laid the paddle against her right buttock. “It shan’t be pale for long. Let’s hope this is the only reminder my naughty girl will need.”
“Ow! Ow! Please!” Regina screeched. The paddle might have been small but it delivered a sting unlike any she’d ever experienced. The two searing strokes to her right cheek were soon repeated on her left. If the woman hadn’t been holding her legs down, there was no way Regina could have maintained the position. She cried out with each and every stroke, her bottom burning far too hotly for such a short spanking and yet it was just awful. Tears flooded her eyes as a full dozen swats were given to each of her nates before the pressure was removed from her legs. “Put your legs down but press the soles of your feet together. Imagine yourself as a little frog… a bright red-bottomed frog.”
Sniffling as she tried to keep the tears from falling, Regina obeyed, realizing that the position exposed her sex to the woman. Straps soon assured that her legs would not be moving and the restriction didn’t help a hot bottom that was now pressed to a towel that seemed to have gotten much warmer. When she tried to close her eyes, she was told to keep them open.
“Obviously you need to watch to learn how to properly prepare yourself for your Master,” Granny said. “Keep your eyes open and on the mirror above you. If you look away, I’ll paddle your kitty. Understand?”
“Ye… yes, ma’am,” Regina said, sniffling and directing her eyes to the ceiling where a mirror hung. Despite its distance, it showed everything between her legs, magnifying it quite a bit. Seeing herself so displayed, she suddenly understood the woman’s earlier reference. Evidently Mr. Grimm had noticed as well and definitely had not approved.
“I-I was going to… to the salon but I… I was so busy this week…”
“There is far too much fuzz down here for this to be a single week’s growth, young lady. It’s quite obvious that you do not practice good hygiene. What do you think your daddy would think if he saw this?” She emphasized her question by tugging on a few of the hairs between Regina’s legs, ignoring the sharp yelp given as she did so.
“He… he wouldn’t be happy,” Regina admitted, grateful when her curls were released, wishing her hand was free to give the stinging area a soothing rub.
“No, he most certainly would not,” Granny agreed, moving from the table only to return with a bowl and an old fashioned shaving mug. “Even if you don’t have time to get to the salon, that is no excuse to be so untidy. You could have easily shaved but no, you didn’t bother even knowing that your Master and your daddy both expect you to always be prepared.” She began to use the brush to apply the thick lather to Regina’s pubis, swirling it all around, the warmth spreading throughout her sex. “Don’t you fret though. By the time we are done, you are going to be clean inside and out.”
Regina’s eyes flicked from the mirror to the tall pole, earning herself a sharp slap on the tender skin of her lather covered pussy. “Eyes!” Granny demanded, shaking her head as she reapplied the shaving cream. “I suggest that instead of thinking about the enema you’ll soon be receiving, you concentrate on remaining extremely still. This razor is very sharp.”