The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(92)

“I love you so much, Daddy.”

He held her in silence until Mrs. Grimm carried in a tray and placed it on the coffee table. She smiled and nodded, leaving quietly. Drake knew she would return the next day to continue her role… hopefully as the loving, fun, playful Granny whom he knew his little girl would enjoy far more than the stern, paddle wielding, enema giving grandmother she’d met tonight.

“Come on, let’s get some food into you,” he said, “it’s not much but we aren’t yet done and I don’t want your tummy to get upset.”

“It… it smells delicious,” Regina said, allowing him to help her slip off his lap before kneeling beside the coffee table. Drake took a seat beside her after setting a bowl of tomato soup and a plate containing a grilled cheese sandwich, cut on the diagonal before her. He grinned as she dunked the tip of her sandwich into the soup.

“Good?” he asked after she’d taken a big bite.

“Mmm-hmm,” she said, her eyes closing in bliss.

He loved watching her pleasure at such a simple thing. He could offer her most anything she desired and yet he’d discovered she preferred things such as cuddling on the couch, eating popcorn and watching a movie on television rather than going out to some fancy restaurant. She was most comfortable in leggings and an oversize t-shirt than the designer dresses he’d bought her to wear to business events. They’d traveled to exotic places and her favorite activities were snorkeling or splashing in the sea before walking hand-in-hand with him along the beach. But he knew her favorite times were when she walked through the door to discover that it was going to be a special Little weekend. The moment he removed her “big girl” clothing, she giggled and squirmed as he tickled her tummy before pulling on a frilly dress or a pair of overalls with the big buckles at her shoulders. She was an amazing woman and he knew he was blessed to call her his own.

Though he finished his meal, she wasn’t able to eat all of her sandwich or soup. He knew from experience that her appetite would return once she knew she was fully forgiven and didn’t insist she eat more. Wiping her mouth with a napkin, he stood and carried the tray to the kitchen. Upon his return, he moved to the chair before the fire and called her to him. Once she was standing between his legs, he guided her to kneel. Reaching for the ribbon adorning her pigtail, he pulled it free and began unweaving the braid that Granny Grimm had used to keep her hair contained. With her locks free, he reached for the brush on the side table and began to pull it through her hair.

“The rest of your punishment will be given to Miss Redd,” he informed her, letting her know that her persona was now that of the adult she was and he was no longer Daddy but Master.

She looked up at him and nodded her understanding. “Yes, sir,” she said and he noted that even her voice had changed. There was no trace of the lilt or tone his Gigi took on when she was deep into the role of his little girl.

“Drop the afghan, Regina.” She let it slide from her body. Running his fingers through the strands of her curly hair, he arranged it over her shoulders to fall down her back. “You’ve confessed a lot of transgressions and yet kept the naughtiest one to yourself, haven’t you?”

Little Red would have squirmed, her lip would have disappeared between her teeth, her eyes pleading not to be made to confess such naughtiness. Regina, on the other hand, only showed her hesitancy with a lowering of her eyes for a brief moment. Once she met his gaze again, she said, “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Not the answer I was looking for,” Drake said, shaking his head. “Take out the remaining items from the basket and put them on the table.”

Regina did as instructed, placing the nipple clamps, the dildo and the butt plug on the table, her face coloring as she lifted the last item out, emptying the basket. He reached for the flogger, running the falls through his fingers. “Though the lie you just told me is going to have me removing my belt, I’m going to give you another chance to confess. Look at those items,” he instructed, motioning to the table. Consider where each will be placed on or in your body and tell me, do you still wish to deny your naughtiness?”

She swallowed hard, her eyes moving from the flogger in his hand, to his belt buckle and then back to the table. He knew the moment she understood when her eyes locked onto the dildo standing on its base.

“I… God, I’m so sorry. I missed you so much…” Pausing, her eyes returning to his, she seemed to remember attempting to justify her naughtiness with his absence hadn’t worked the first time she’d attempted it. “How… how did you know?”

“Know what?”

“That I… I played with myself that morning?”

“Played?”

“I mean I masturbated, Master.”

“I can tell you that as your Master I know all and yet I do not lie… have never once lied to you. Regina, you know there are not only cameras all over my house, but I have a very good staff. The next time you decide to be very naughty and touch what is owned by me, I suggest you remember to not leave the evidence lying around. Though Mrs. Sampson is not required to clean our toys, she did so when you left that dildo in our bed.”

Regina groaned, her eyes again flitting to the dildo on the table. “I’m sorry, Master.”

“I’m sorry that instead of making a proper confession, you choose to lie to me.” Laying the flogger aside, he watched her eyes drop to his waist as he unbuckled his belt and she flinched a bit when he pulled it free of its loops. “If you’d been honest, the last item used to punish your bottom would have been the flogger. Instead, you will go to the back of the chair and bend over it. I want you on your tiptoes, your heels turned out, your legs spread and your hands beneath the cushion.” When she didn’t move, he folded the belt in half and then snapped it. The sound had her moving quickly to take the position he required.