The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(87)
“Open, little one. Both your mouth and your bottom. Open and accept your punishment.”
Regina opened her lips, her chin secure in the padded cup and her eyes lifted to his as he slid his cock inside her mouth. She whimpered as she felt the nozzle pushing into her reluctant bottom hole, its width as hard to accept as the cock she knew would soon be pushing into her throat. Punishment meant that she wasn’t going to be allowed to simply lick, kiss and suckle his cock. No, punishment meant that he’d be fucking her throat, filling it with his seed, washing it clean of her naughtiness even as the enema washed her bottom out. Front and back… both filled, both swallowing liquids, both feeling stretched and uncomfortable because that was what her daddy had decided she needed.
Her cry of pain was muffled by his cock as her sphincter was forced to surrender, to stretch, to finally open to swallow the nozzle completely, twinging a bit as it shuddered to close around the hose that would soon be delivering the contents of the bag that hung from the metal pole. Hearing the tell-tale click, her hands clenched the towel beneath her and with a final whimper, the first drop of fluid entered her bottom and the first droplets of her daddy’s precum seeped onto her tongue. Accepting both, she began to lick and swipe at the shaft filling her mouth.
Chapter Five
Drake smiled down at his little one. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen and her submission, her obedience only made her more precious. Concealed within the shadows of the forest, he’d watched her journey begin from the moment the sedan pulled to a stop, smiling as she removed her clothes, the blush on her skin telling of her embarrassment. He’d seen her joy at the cape and heard her giggle as she’d found the basket. He’d chuckled as he watched some of the items being examined before being tucked away and some being shoved out of sight as quickly as possible. He’d seen her struggle with her conscience as she found the box holding the apparatus that was even now tucked deep inside her bowels. He’d been extremely proud when, with a little sigh, she’d tucked the enema equipment into her basket, accepting his right to require this submission as well. She was the most precious thing on this Earth and she was completely his.
He’d been preparing her for this saga since he’d met her at a conference almost a year earlier. She’d been the epitome of a young professional woman. Her clothing had been stylish yet feminine, her hair held off her face and pinned up with a comb to secure the auburn locks into place. And yet, from the moment he’d taken her hand in his at their introduction, he’d known it was all an act. Before he released her small hand, he’d easily imagined her in two scenarios. One where the adult woman knelt before him, naked, her head bowed, her knees apart, her sex open—the submissive waiting for instructions from her Master. Second, and this one pulled at his heart in a way no woman ever had, was the vision of her dressed in frilly dresses and petticoats, lacy ankle socks and black Mary Janes, a big bow around her waist, her hair in high pigtails tied with ribbons and knowing that beneath her childish dress, her sweet little bottom was covered with a pair of ruffled panties. Adult or Little, both women inside Regina knew that he was in control. One word would have their obedience or a price would be paid. Silk, lacy lingerie or cotton, ruffled panties would be lowered to expose a bare bottom… a bottom that would go from pale to crimson under his hand. He’d bent down to speak close to her ear that first meeting.
“Hello, Little Red, I am your Mr. Wolffe.”
Her eyes had widened, the prettiest green he’d ever imagined and her lips had parted. “Really?” she’d asked in the softest of voices.
“Really,” he’d assured her. “I have been looking for you my entire life. I will be your Master and…” he paused and stroked a finger down her cheek, “the Daddy you’ve been longing for all of your life.” Her nipples had hardened against her blouse and her breathing had quickened, telling him all he needed to know. “Be ready at 7:00.”
“I-I have a din… dinner…”
“Not any longer,” he said. “Be ready at 7:00 or the first thing I shall do is take you over my knee, lower your panties and blister your little bottom, understand?”
He had seen her tremble and knew that if he ran a hand beneath her skirt and cupped her panties, he’d find them soaking wet. He watched her swallow and saw her nod. “I expect you to answer me verbally, Red.”
“Yes, sir… I’ll… I’ll be ready.”
He’d kissed her cheek and only then released her hand. It had been the beginning of something that he had no intention of ever ending. With her muffled whimper, he returned to the present.
“Shhh, no need to fuss, little one. You’ve got a long way to go before you need whimper.” Gently rocking his hips forward, he fed her another inch of his shaft. He planned on enjoying her ministrations for as long as it took the bag to empty, and since it held two quarts of liquid, there was no need to rush. “That’s my girl, suckle hard now.” He watched as her cheeks hollowed in and out as she obeyed, the drawing motion pulling on his cock as her body reacted, pulling the water deeper into her bowels. He stroked a finger down her cheek. “Lick.” She instantly stopped sucking, her tongue dancing across his shaft, tracing the vein on the underneath and across the slit at its tip. It felt incredible, more pre-cum oozing out to coat her tongue, adding more lubricant to it as she licked up and down before he gave her a bit more. He continued to instruct her and to watch her, knowing the exact moment when her bowels began to cramp by the flash of uneasiness in her eyes.