The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(85)
Every time she saw the straight-edge razor descending, Regina took a deep breath, holding it until it sliced through the lather and was lifted to be wiped clean on a cloth Granny had laid on the table. Each stroke left a naked patch of her skin, free of the lather and the hairs that declared her a woman. Every swath sank her deeper and deeper into a younger age as her sex was denuded. She earned herself another swat when she whimpered as Granny separated the lips of her sex with her fingers to make sure she hadn’t missed a single follicle. Finally, a warm wet cloth was used to clear away the remaining lather and another intimate exploration by Granny’s fingers assured that the shaving job had been completed. As the woman moved the items to the sink, Regina flushed seeing herself… not because her pussy—her kitty—was now bare but seeing that the swats had reddened her labia, accentuating the white cream of her arousal that was gathering between the lips of her sex.
Granny returned and patted her thigh. “Now, that is exactly how a good little girl presents her kitty. Nice and clean.” Regina gasped as the woman ran a single finger through her sex only to hear the woman add, “And a bit slick for her daddy’s attention.” As the woman untied the restraints holding her arms and legs, Regina felt a drop of her cream slip to the towel beneath her, knowing that just hearing those words had her body aching for her daddy’s touch.
“All right now, over onto your tummy. You may close your eyes and have a little rest.” Regina was quick to roll over, gasping as she caught a glimpse of her bottom in the mirror. That little piece of plastic had not only turned her bottom red, it had left little wheals all across the surface of her buttocks. She was still pondering how that could be after a relative short spanking when she caught Granny’s next words.
“I’m sure I’ll find what I need in your basket, won’t I?”
“Um… I thought I was gathering items for my dadd… Mr. Wolffe…”
Granny had a very pleasant laugh but it caused Regina’s tummy to clench. “Ah, sweetie, surely you remember that Little Red came through the woods with a basket of goodies for her granny? But don’t you fret. I have no problem sharing my treats.”
Regina watched as the woman opened the basket, her eyes slamming shut as the red bag was pulled from inside. The woman laughed again and patted her bottom. “That’s right, little one, you just relax while I prepare a nice, big, soapy enema for this naughty bottom to swallow.”
Chapter Four
Regina heard the water flowing and shuddered. Yes, she’d known she was going to be given an embarrassing enema, but had assumed her daddy would be the one administering it. You know what they say about assuming, don’t you? “Shut up!” Regina hissed.
“Excuse me? Did you say something?”
“Oh, um, no, Granny.” Since no paddle or hand landed on her bottom, Regina was glad her little fib had gone undetected. She tried to relax, accepting the inevitable but couldn’t help but wonder how long the water was going to run as it seemed that a half hour had passed since she’d turned onto her stomach. When it finally turned off, all she could think about was that every drop was going to be forced down that tube, through that huge nozzle and into her belly. Her squirm was stopped when a hand pressed against her leg.
“Let’s get your temperature taken, shall we?”
Moving to sit up, she heard the woman laugh again. “No, sweetie. Just stay on your tummy. No need to turn over.” About to state that she didn’t mind sitting up, Regina decided that despite the old-fashioned bathroom, Granny must have one of those new thermometers that took only a moment pressed against her forehead to register her temperature. Something that could easily be done while she lay prone. Relaxing again, she gasped when she felt fingers pulling her buttocks apart.
“Be still. This won’t hurt a bit.”
Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder to see Granny’s finger, glistening with some of the lubricant from the tube laying beside her leg. Understanding bloomed as her buttocks were pressed further open.
“No… please… don’t…”
“Do I need to get my paddle?” Granny asked, locking eyes with Regina.
“No… but… please, not there…”
“Don’t be silly. I’ll be in this little pucker soon enough with your nozzle, a trip with a thermometer will simply assure that you aren’t running a fever. If you are, I’ll need to adjust the contents of your enema bag accordingly. Now, put your head down and stop attempting to clench your cheeks or I’ll give you another dose with my paddle.”
Regina moaned but buried her face on her arms, shuddering when the cold gel was applied to her anus then whimpering as it was pressed inside by Granny’s finger. “Such dramatics aren’t needed,” Granny said, working her finger in deeper and moving it about. Once it was popped free, Regina tensed, only to receive the promised swat on her bottom. “Do you really want to test me?”
“No… no, ma’am.”
“We both know that this will be the easiest thing going up your little bottom tonight, don’t we?”
Unsure if she was supposed to answer, she feared not doing so would bring out the dreaded paddle. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Then relax.”