The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(91)

“Ah, so my having to be away on business caused you to be a naughty little girl?”

Suddenly ashamed of herself, she shook her head. “No, Daddy. I-I knew better and should have just gone home.”

“Instead you went where?”

“To a little pub… we had dinner and… a few drinks.”

“Do not make me pull the confession from you, Little Red. It will only increase your punishment.”

“I had three… no four glasses of wine. I’m so sorry… it wasn’t your fault... I made a bad decision…”

“Yes, you did,” he agreed, his tone stern. “You know you are only allowed alcohol when I am with you. Why do we have that rule, Little Red?”

“Because it… it makes me sick to my tummy when I drink too much and I… I make even more bad choices.”

“That’s right. Choices that will always earn you what?”

“A… a hot, sore bottom.”

“Again, correct. I believe that by the time you’ve been introduced to the tawse, you’ll lose all desire to lie to me again.” When he stood, she knew it wasn’t going to go well for her. “I want you on the ottoman, titties and head down, that naughty ass well up.”

She nodded and stood, waiting until he’d moved the ottoman to the front of the chair and then climbed on it, taking the same position she had when receiving her enema. Except this time, her hands were free for which she was grateful. Clutching the edges of the ottoman, she whimpered as she felt the leather sliding across her aching bottom. “Daddy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“I’m really sorry.”

“I know.”

“Is… is it going to hurt really bad?”

“Yes, Little Red, it’s going to hurt pretty bad but let it teach you that drinking isn’t something you are allowed to do unless I’m there to keep an eye on you.” He paused and then asked, “How did you get home?”

“I took a cab. I already felt guilty about lying and drinking… I knew you’d kill me if I attempted to drive myself home.”

He squatted down beside her, rubbing his hand over her back. “No, not kill you but you’d definitely not sit for a week. Just know that decision was a very smart one.” Bending, he brushed his lips over hers and then stood.

He was right… as he always was. And so was every poor naughty soul in those books who’d felt the devil’s toy slapped against their bare bottoms. She wailed with the first stroke, those leather tongues biting into a bottom that was already sore, adding yet another layer of pain. Her bottom wagged from side to side, bouncing up and down but all her squirming didn’t stop a single stroke from finding its target. His hand moved to press against her lower back. “Bottom still and well up or would you rather take the rest on your thighs?”

“No!” she screamed, “I mean, no, sir!”

“Then obey me and accept your punishment like a good girl.” Sobbing, she pressed her bottom as high as she could, spreading her knees apart, opening herself to his discipline. Her obedience didn’t stop the tawsing, just kept every horrid strike on her padded heinie instead of her thighs. When it finally ended, she knew she’d never ever take a single sip of alcohol without him knowing and without him being right beside her.

She sobbed, her bottom still wagging in a futile attempt to cool its burn after he stepped away. Her sobs had turned to sniffles by the time he squatted down beside her again, his hand rubbing her punished posterior. When she calmed, he helped her to her feet and after she’d drunk a full bottle of water, he led her to the corner. She was very grateful to see it empty, no stool waiting for her to take a seat. Stepping into the corner, she made sure her nipples were pressed against the wall, her bottom pushed out, her legs spread.





Chapter Seven





Drake picked up the red cape and folded it, setting it aside on another chair. Pulling an afghan from the back of the settee, he draped it over the arm of his chair. Glancing at the corner, he was pleased to see that his naughty girl was properly positioned, her little red bottom practically glowing. He picked up the implements already used and tossed all but the brush into a wicker basket on the hearth.

“Sir, supper is almost ready.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Grimm,” Drake said, “If you’ll bring it on a tray, please. Then you may leave for the night.”

“Certainly, sir.”

Drake had kept his eyes on Regina during his conversation with “Granny Grimm.” He had seen her pull herself closer to the wall as if wishing she could step through the plaster. His pride in her grew when after doing so, she then pushed her bottom back out, accepting the shame of Granny seeing that she had been spanked quite thoroughly and was spending time in the naughty girl corner to contemplate her behavior.

“Little Red, come here.”

She immediately turned and once he opened his arms, she flew into them, burying her face in his shirt. “I’m so sorry, Daddy. Please forgive me.”

“I already have,” he said, picking her up and moving to the easy chair. Taking a seat, he wrapped the afghan around her as she snuggled into his chest, her head tucked beneath his chin. Holding her close, he kissed her curls. “I love you, little one.”