The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(90)
Feeling her daddy’s fingers beneath her chin, she allowed him to lift her head.
“I’m sorry, sir. I’m ready to make my confession and accept my atonement.” At his nod, she lifted the basket with both hands, offering to him. “Please, Daddy, use the items I’ve gathered to punish me. Teach me how to be your good little girl.”
Drake nodded and accepted the offering. Opening the lid, he dipped his hand inside and removed the first item she’d collected. “Tell me, what naughtiness shall this paddle atone for?”
Regina only listed a few things, knowing that there were so many other implements that would be used to wash her free of her sins. After confessing she’d been late to bed on more than one occasion, had watched a scary movie one night and had slept with every light in her apartment on, he smiled and nodded, patting his leg. Rising from her knees, Regina draped herself over his thick thigh.
“Position,” Drake said.
With that one word, Regina placed her palms flat on the floor in front of her and her pointed toes on the floor behind her before he lifted the paddle. A gentle pat of the paddle on each of her thighs had her shifting her legs apart, exposing her sex. “Sorry, Daddy,” she whispered. A rub of the paddle across her bottom told her she’d been forgiven for needing a reminder.
“It is very important to get to bed on time and get plenty of rest. You have a very important job where people depend on you being alert. And, little girl, having to sleep with the lights on because you were naughty and watched a scary movie, disrupts that sleep doesn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.”
The paddle lifted and then with an audible whooshing sound, landed on her bottom. Within six strokes, she was squirming, her feet scrabbling to remain on the floor, her fingers curling, wishing there was a rug beneath her to grab onto. This wasn’t just a spanking. Daddy wasn’t starting with gentle swats, building her towards a crescendo. No, the rapidness and intensity of each stroke reminded her that this was just the beginning of her session… her punishment session.
“I’m sorry!” she shrieked as the paddle moved to swat against the backs of her thighs. “Daddy! Please, not my thighs!” Her begging did nothing to stop her paddling, as she’d known it wouldn’t. Still, she couldn’t help but plead for mercy. “I’ll go to bed on time, Daddy, I swear I will. No more scary movies!”
The paddling continued unabated for another dozen swats before the paddle came to rest on her bottom. When it lifted, she pushed herself off his knee and again knelt at his side. It took her a few minutes to settle, her hands aching to rub her bottom but knowing doing so would have her daddy repeating the paddling. God knew she didn’t want to give him cause to repeat a single stroke knowing what the basket still contained.
Her confession continued. “I skipped some meals, mostly breakfast and one night I ate a bag of chocolate chip cookies instead of dinner.” After he’d retrieved the hairbrush, she climbed back over his knees, quickly assuming the required position.
“Nutrition is important to your health. You know that the most important meal of the day is breakfast. You can’t exist on coffee and colas and expect to operate to your full potential.” She turned her head back and he grinned. “Yes, Little Red, I am aware that you snuck quite a few soft drinks instead of drinking the water your body needs. Your omitting that from your confession earns you a few extra strokes… on your thighs.” She groaned but nodded, dropping her head again.
Note to self: Make sure that Mr. Evans is nowhere around when I eat lunch at my desk. In fact, make sure he’s out of town. His being Daddy’s best friend never boded well for my behind!
The round with the brush almost brought her to tears. She blinked rapidly to keep them at bay when the first stroke of her extras landed on her right thigh. “Daddy! I’m sorry! Please!”
As before, he simply continued her lesson, reddening her thighs with every swat of the heavy brush. By the time it returned to her buttocks, she was actually grateful. Anything was better than his spanking her thighs! After a half dozen strokes, he patted her bottom.
“Beginning to turn a nice shade of red, Red,” he said, when she again turned her head back. “Is that an eye-roll I just saw?”
“Um…” He chuckled and the brush lifted to give a hard smack across the divide of her bottom, causing her to arch and yelp. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Kneeling again, she made her next confession, paid her atonement with the red slipper which indeed stung like a bee each time it slapped against her ass. “That really hurts, Daddy,” she cried, the first tears slipping free to land on the floor between her hands.
“Punishments are meant to hurt, Little Red.” The slipper continued to slap until he’d obviously decided she’d paid for being late to work twice and muttering ugly things about her “mean boss.” This time her hands were actually on her poor punished nates before she remembered and yanked them away.
“Good save,” her daddy said, reaching not into the basket but his pocket and withdrawing his handkerchief. After wiping the tears from her cheeks, he held it to her nose. “Blow.” She obeyed, the action always making her blush and yet her heart filling with gratitude for his gentleness. “Continue.”
Swallowing hard, she knew that whatever she confessed would be paid for with the tawse. Looking up, she could feel her lip trembling. “I lied to you when you called one night. I didn’t have to work late… I wanted to go out with Glenda and some other friends but knew you’d not let me go because I’d already been out that weekend. But you were gone and I was lonely!”