The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales

by Zoe Blake

  “Naughtiness is a choice you make,” he said quietly, “and with that choice come consequences. I would be remiss as your Master or your Daddy if I allowed such choices to go unpunished.”

  She blinked as tears filled her eyes but he simply waited until she fixed him with her gaze again. “I promised you that I’d never let you down, Red, and it is a promise I never intend to break. You have half a bag of your enema solution left to take into your bottom and half a cock to take into your throat; you will take both into your body and know that while you are indeed being punished, you are also the most loved little girl on this Earth.” A small nod showed him her acceptance and though her back bowed a bit, he knew that she would go nowhere until she’d been properly and completely filled.

  Moving forward another inch, he cupped her face between his palms. “Such a sweet girl, knowing she must make atonement and doing so beautifully. That’s it, practice taking some deep breaths through your nose. Once you’ve swallowed my cock, it will be difficult to breathe. You need to remember your lessons.” He felt her draw in breath and hold it, for several moments before releasing it. “Good girl, but keep that tongue licking and those lips sucking.” It wasn’t long before he moved closer and reached under her to cup her distended belly. “Ah, you are getting quite full aren’t you?” The moan she gave vibrated around his shaft as he massaged her abdomen. It felt delicious mixed with the warm bursts of her breaths as she exhaled. Looking up at the bag, he knew that she only had about half a quart left to go. He continued to massage her belly, loving the feel of its weight in his hands, knowing that he’d soon be feeling the weight of her breasts pressing into his palms and the weight of her hot bottom as well. He felt his cock swell at the thought and the sound of her strangled gasp as he grew within the confines of her mouth. Ignoring her obvious discomfort, he pushed forward, feeling the constriction of her throat’s passage at his cockhead.

  “Open, Red, open and swallow my cock properly.” Her body twitched and he moved his hands from her tummy to clasp her hands that were pulling against the towel. “You can do this, sweetheart. Just relax. We’ve practiced this plenty of times. Open your throat and accept my cock.” Her fingers clung to his and yet he felt her throat give a bit. “Good girl, open wider. You’ll take every single inch as your bottom swallows every drop of your enema.”

  She struggled, her body continued to twitch a bit, her bottom to clench around the tubing and her fingers crushing his and yet she obeyed. With a last thrust forward, he felt his cock push into her throat and slide further until her lips nuzzled the hairs at his groin. “That’s my good girl,” he praised, almost erupting at the sight of her glazed eyes, her mouth stretched wide around his shaft, her lips pressed against his dark nest of hair. He held himself still for several moments, seeing the trust in her eyes as her breath was cut off. Pulling back, she gagged a bit but quickly sucked in air, filling her lungs, knowing he’d just begun. Watching the water slide down the tube, he began to thrust deep, pushing past her throat, burying himself balls deep time and time again. Her eyes watered, her body trembled, her gagging continued and yet she never once fought his use of her. She belonged to him, accepted his dominance, craved his discipline and loved him as much as he loved her. When the final drop of fluid dropped into her bottom, he released her hands and cupped her face again, slowly pulling completely free from her mouth, seeing the surprise in her eyes, loving the fact that she actually attempted to reach his cock with her lips, her whimper one of disappointment and not of pain.

  “Shh, you are going to get it back. I’m going to give you a hard face fucking now. It won’t be easy but I expect you to keep your throat open and swallow every drop just as your bottom swallowed your enema. Can you do that for Daddy?”

  Her head nodded even as she said, “Yes… yes, sir.”

  “That’s my girl,” he said. “Ask me for what you need, little one.”

  She blushed scarlet but said, “Please, Daddy, fuck my throat and spill your seed into me. Clean me with your cum so that I’ll remember that naughtiness needs to be washed from not only my bottom but my throat.”

  “Perfectly said, now open wide.”

  She licked her lips one last time and then opened her mouth as widely as she could. He didn’t pause but thrust into her mouth and straight down her throat, triggering her gag reflex but pleased when she kissed the root of his shaft. Holding her head in place, he began to pump his hips, fucking her throat as he would soon be fucking her kitty, her ass. Claiming her as his in every possible way, knowing that when he at last held her on his lap, cuddling her and giving those kisses he promised, she would be one very contrite, very punished, but very content little girl.

  He placed a hand on the back of her head, pulling her even closer as he felt his semen rush from his balls to his cock. His bellow filled the room as he filled her throat with jet after jet of cum, the sticky substance sliding easily down the column of her throat to fill a tummy that was already aching a bit from the pressure of the water that filled her bowels. His hips jerked as he erupted again and again until at last he was empty. Releasing her head, he pulled back only enough to allow her much needed oxygen, watching as she swallowed again and again.

  “Go ahead and get ready to remove the nozzle, Granny Grimm,” he said, noticing that Regina instantly stiffened. It was obvious that she’d quite forgotten that they weren’t alone in the room. Watching her face flush scarlet, he said, “Keep that tongue moving, young lady. Daddy’s not yet clean enough.” When he felt her tongue begin to swirl around his softening shaft, he knew she was not only all right, she was remembering her duties. By the time she opened her lips to release his cock, there was no evidence of his cum.

  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 h
is 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.

  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!”

  “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.”