The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(89)
Tucking his cock away, he bent to kiss her lightly. “Good girl.” Straightening, he moved to the other end of the table as the nozzle began to be removed. “Don’t push,” he warned, understanding how hard it must be to obey the urge to expel not only the nozzle but what had been forced inside. Granny Grimm will remove your nozzle and you will hold your enema for ten full minutes.
“I… I can’t, Daddy. That’s too long!” Regina wailed.
“If you can’t then you shall be spanked and refilled until you can. You are being punished, Red, not simply given a cleansing.” Turning to Granny, he said, “When she’s had her bath, bring her to me.”
“Yes, Mr. Wolffe,” Granny said.
“Be a good girl for me,” Drake said, giving her bottom a pat. “You’ve got enough to take without coming to me with an even hotter bottom. Understand?”
“Ye… yes, sir,” Regina said, a definite sniffle to her answer.
“Oh, and Little Red? Don’t forget your basket of goodies.”
“I-I won’t… Daddy.”
Drake waited until the nozzle was popped free, heard his love groan and saw her little anus clenching as tightly as possible. His cock stirred knowing that no matter how tightly she clenched, he’d soon be pressing more into her reluctant pucker, forcing it to stretch around both the butt plug and then his cock before the atonement she’d earned was fully paid.
Chapter Six
Regina tried to think of anything except the desire to rid herself of her enema. Her fingers clenched and unclenched around the towel, sweat dripping from her forehead at the strain. Her stomach roiled and gurgled, the sound almost as embarrassing as knowing she looked several months pregnant, her bloated tummy rubbing against the table. Her back ached, her knees hurt but she dared not move a single muscle, terrified that the slightest movement would have her expelling her enema before she was given permission. Clenching her bottom as tightly as she could, she shut her eyes, thinking about her daddy. Some people would call her crazy, others would condemn her for her lifestyle choices, but none of those understood. Though she didn’t understand everything either, all she needed to know was that she loved Drake Wolffe with every fiber of her being. Licking her lips, she smiled. Yes, he’d fucked her throat, and yes it had hurt, but she’d loved having his cock in her mouth. It gave her pleasure knowing she was giving him the same.
“It’s nice to see you smile.”
The words had her opening her eyes and blushing but she didn’t deny them. Granny was definitely not a real grandmother, but it was obvious the woman enjoyed taking on the role in their little game.
“Ready to go to the potty?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Regina said, adding a nod to make sure the woman understood exactly how ready she was.
“I’m going to help you down and seat you on the potty. Keep your bottom hole clenched tight.”
“Yes, ma’am.” And she did, very grateful that Granny helped her settle on the big potty, knowing the little one couldn’t possibly hold all that she’d been forced to accept. As she rid herself of the enema, groaning and blushing at the embarrassing sounds she couldn’t control, Granny ignored her as she turned on the taps in the large, clawed footed tub. Seeing bubbles began to appear, Regina smiled again. She loved bubble baths. When she was certain she was empty, she called to Granny.
“Granny, I’m finished expelling my enema. Will you come wipe me, please?” It might be ridiculous, but Regina felt a flash of pride in herself when the woman gave her a big smile.
“Very nicely asked, Little Red.” After quickly wiping her bottom, Granny led Regina to the tub, helping her in.
Regina sank into the water, giggling as her body disappeared underneath the mound of bubbles. “Thank you, Granny,” she said, wanting her to know that she understood and held no hostility for the woman’s actions on behalf of her daddy.
“You’re very welcome, Little Red,” Granny said, settling on a stool next to the tub. Regina didn’t fuss as she lifted her arms when instructed, allowing the woman to bathe her as a grandmother might actually bathe a small grandchild. It wasn’t until she was ordered to her knees and instructed to spread them wide, bend forward and hold onto the opposite side of the tub that she felt embarrassed. The cloth rubbing against her sex reminded her that she’d come to her daddy unprepared.
“I’m so sorry about forgetting to prepare myself,” she said quietly.
“I’ve already forgiven you but don’t forget to add that to your list of transgressions when you make your confession to your daddy,” Granny said, giving her kitty a very thorough cleansing before resoaping the cloth.
“I will,” Regina said with a sigh. “I’m afraid the list is quite long.”
“Well then, you might be pleased to hear that your bottom is only a little pink from your earlier spanking.”
Regina only nodded, knowing it would soon be red again. She closed her eyes as a cloth covered finger slipped down the crease of her bottom to rub against her anus. Her bath was finished in silence as she tilted her head back for her hair to be washed. She stood up and Granny used a sprayer to sluice the bubbles from her skin before helping her from the tub. Wrapped in a thick towel that had also come from the warming drawer, Regina was helped onto the table to have her hair brushed and dried before it was pulled into two high pigtails that would keep her hair out of her face during her punishment. After Granny braided both and tied the last red ribbon around her pigtail, Regina hopped down and stood still while the red cape was once again tied around her naked body. Taking Granny’s hand, and picking up the basket, she braced herself for what was to come, running her list through her head so as not to forget a single transgression. Somehow Daddy always knew when she forgot something and she didn’t want to disappoint him again. Her bare feet made no sound as she was led down the hall, back into the front room. Her daddy was seated in the big chair in front of the fire, the ottoman off to one side. When Granny released her hand and said, “Go to your daddy,” Regina moved to the side of the chair. About to kneel, she remembered that first note. Reaching up, she untied the ribbon, allowing the red cape to drop to the floor. Only then did she kneel, her head bowed, the wicker basket beside her.