A scary lesson from the Tooth Fairy -- (Author) feetintrouble

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Author: feetintrouble
Timestamp: Nov 28, 2024 at 9:59 AM
Content: I've been thinking about tooth fairies a lot lately, so here is my story of being visited by a very special Tooth Fairy.
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As I was six years old, some of my baby teeth had started to come out. My caregiver and I put them under my pillow each time; and in the morning, I found some money there. I asked her lots of questions about tooth fairies, and she told me many things about them, including the joke "what happened to the girl who slept with her head under her pillow? The fairies took all her teeth away."

"Can I see the tooth fairy?" I asked one evening, as we were putting a tooth under my pillow.

"No child can see the tooth fairy," my caregiver told me. "If you do, she won't come again."

My face fell at the thought.

"But, what if I'm awake when she comes?" I asked, as I sat on my bed in my pyjamas, with my slippers still on my feet.

"You shouldn't be awake, you naughty child. But here is something we can use to make sure you don't see the tooth fairy, accidentally or otherwise."

From her pocket, she produced something small and brightly coloured: a stretchy padded fabric elastic thing, with dark blue satin-like material. She stretched it out in front of me, and I saw that it had stars on it, and the words "Happy children go to bed on time".

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's a sleeping blindfold," she said. "We put it over your eyes, and everything's nice and dark. Let's try it now: get into bed, and I'll tuck your eyes away."

"You usually use a scarf to blindfold me," I said, taking off my slippers, and sliding my bare feet into my bed.

"That's true, when we play games. But it's best not to wear a scarf in bed: it might go tight around your neck. This is much safer."

I looked at my caregiver: she game me a little smile, then disappeared as the dark blue fabric covered my eyes. The material felt soft on my eyelids, and all was black: even though I knew the room light was on, it was darker than the darkest night.

"Wow! I can't see." I said.

"Good," she replied. "You still have a lot of baby teeth to get rid of, and we don't want you accidentally seeing the tooth fairy, so she wouldn't come again. Now, you will most likely be fast asleep when the fairy comes, but if you hear something, keep that blindfold on, no matter what happens, until I wake you up in the morning. Is that understood?

"Will the fairy talk to me?"

"I don't know, I don't think they do usually," she said. "Remember that in some houses, children share a bedroom with their brothers and sisters, and only one of them might be leaving a tooth, so they wouldn't want to wake the other sleeping children."

"What if I can't see in the morning?"

"I promise you that you will be able to see when we take the blindfold off, but not before," she said. "Now, no more talking. Go to sleep, and I'll kiss you good night."

She kissed my cheek, I heard the click of the light being turned out, followed by the click of the bedroom door closing. I reached up to feel the blindfold; I liked it. I used to be scared of the dark, but my caregiver had played lots of games blindfolding me, and now I didn't mind the dark at all, as I drifted off to sleep.

Some time in the night, I heard a little noise. I opened my eyes, and expected to see some light coming through my curtains; then I remembered that I was blindfolded; and suddenly, someone spoke.

"Keep that blindfold on," said an unfamiliar voice, which was not my caregiver's; it belonged to somebody older, was full of authority, and reminded me of the Fairy Godmother from Shrek 2.

"Are you a tooth fairy?" I whispered, excitement creeping through me.

"I am not just any tooth fairy, young man. There is a whole kingdom of tooth fairies, and I am the Queen of the tooth fairies," she said. "You may call me Lady Enamel: enamel is what your teeth are made of."

Her voice moved about, sometimes beside me, sometimes over my head, as if she was flitting about in the room on wings.

"Are you real?" I whispered.

"What did I say my name is?" came the voice, with a firmer edge.

"Oh... Lady Emanel," I stuttered.

"Lady E-nam-el," she said. "Get it the right way round. And yes, I am very, very real; feel the wind from my wings," she said, her voice moving to somewhere above me, and I could feel a breeze.

"Can I see you, Lady Enamel?" I asked, wishing I could see through the darkness of my blindfold.

"Don't even think about it," Lady Enamel replied. "You must stay blindfolded: if you see me, I will have to take away not only your teeth, but you as well."

"But my caregiver didn't say that," I mumbled. "She just said that you wouldn't come again."

"That's if one of my ordinary fairies came," said Lady Enamel. "But as the Queen, I have decided to pay you a special visit, because from what my fairies have told me, you have not been looking after your teeth very well; and I don't often visit children myself, so you should feel very privileged. Now, do you have a tooth for me?"

"It's under my pillow," I murmured.

"Sit up, so I can pick it up," she said.

I did as I was told, and I automatically reached to my head to uncover my eyes.

"What do you think you're doing? You keep that blindfold on, little one!" she ordered. "Your caregiver doesn't want me to take you away."

"How much money are you going to give me?" I demanded.

"You're a cheeky little boy, aren't you? We're going to talk about your teeth, before we talk about money, young man. I hear that you've not been cleaning your teeth every night, that you've simply been wetting your toothbrush. Is that true?"

I nodded.

"So your caregiver has to supervise you brushing your teeth, and you flicked your wet toothbrush at her."

"She taught me that trick!" I protested.

"Toothbrushes are for brushing your teeth with, not for playing with," said the tooth fairy, with a sterner edge to her voice. "If you are not careful, and you fail to clean your teeth, every day, morning and night, all the sweets that you eat will rot and decay your teeth. Have you ever had toothache before?"

"No," I said, quite truthfully.

"Lucky you!" she snapped. "Lots of children your age have, from all the sweets that they eat. Your teeth have hard enamel on the outside, but soft stuff inside; and if holes in the enamel get big enough to expose the soft stuff, you get toothache. And let me tell you, toothache is really painful, and you have to have a filling. And for that, you have to have an injection at the dentist's, and you don't like injections, do you?"

I shook my head.

"Also, you were too little to remember it then, but you were born without any teeth. When your baby teeth started coming into your mouth, it would have been very painful for you. It is very important to look after your teeth. I am going to teach you the importance of cleaning your teeth every day, morning and night, and after eating sweets. And to make sure that you learn this lesson, I am going to use my special magic fairy paddle, on your bottom."

This sounded scary. "My bottom?" I mumbled.

"Oh yes," she said. "While my tooth fairies leave out money for baby teeth, it is my unfortunate but necessary duty to smack the bottoms of children who don't clean their teeth properly."

"You can't do that!" I protested.

"Oh yes I can, and I will."

"You'll wake my caregiver!"

I heard a stifled laugh. "My magic will keep her asleep."

"I must be dreaming," I said, more to myself than to the Queen.

"I assure you that you are not dreaming."

"I'll take my blindfold off!" I yelped, now desperate.

"If I have to take you away, you'll be locked up in my special tooth fairy dungeon, you'll never see your precious caregiver again, my fairies and I can smack your bottom every day, and you'll be sorry," she sneered. "Is that what you want? Is it?"

I felt really frightened now. "I don't want that," I gibbered. I had not expected to receive a spanking during the tooth fairy's visit. My caregiver had sometimes spanked me when I had disobeyed her; she usually used her slipper or flip flop on my bare bottom, which always hurt. I knew by now that the pain of a spanking did not last long, but it still sometimes made me cry.

"Do you know how many baby teeth you have, before they start coming out?" she asked.

"No."

"You have twenty; and ten and ten makes twenty. So I am going to give you ten smacks, with my helper paddle: the lesser of things used for naughty children. And from now on, I shall be using my fairy magic to watch you carefully when you brush your teeth, and I expect to see you doing better. If you don't, I'll be back another night to give you the other ten; and this time with my magic toothbrush, which becomes big and heavy and hard, almost like a hairbrush, which hurts more; but still not as much as a toothache. Is that understood?"

I nodded.

"So roll over on to your front, keep that blindfold on, and remember that toothache will hurt much more than this. And also, a smacked bottom stops hurting after a while; but with a nasty toothache, the pain keeps going on and on, until you see the dentist. If it happens when you're asleep, you'd be crying right through the night. You think about that. Perhaps you'd like to hold on to your teddy."

Feeling that the only thing to be done was to obey Lady Enamel, I turned myself over so that my tummy was facing downwards, and squeezed my brown teddy Bungly close to my chest. I felt the bedding being lifted up, my pyjamas being taken down, exposing my backside to the cool night air.

"That's a good child," she said. "Keep still, feel the sting of my paddle, and learn; and remember what I said about the pain of toothache going on and on. You can cry if you want to, your caregiver will not wake.

And almost before she had finished speaking, the invisible paddle crashed down on my bare bottom, and a fierce sting shot through me; and just as it began to fade, the next smack came down. I gripped Bungly tightly as the pain took hold. I tried to remember what the fairy said about the pain going away, but each smack brought with it a hot burn in my poor little backside. I felt tears pricking my eyes, and to distract myself, I tried to imagine what the fairy looked like: was she tiny, like cartoon fairies often are, or was she more grown-up sized? She couldn't be that small to give me such a nasty spanking, but perhaps magic was involved. I wondered what sort of outfit she was wearing; perhaps a blue pleated skirt, flowers on her shoulders, and blue slippers on her feet, and perhaps a blue paddle in her hand? Was she actually my caregiver in disguise? My caregiver was good at doing voices, especially when I was blindfolded, but I had never heard her use a voice like this before, or pretend to be somebody really nasty like this. I screamed out loud as a final hard smack landed.

"It's done," came Lady Enamel's voice, as if from miles away. "I have left your money; don't look at it until the morning, keep your blindfold on until then, and remember what I have said about looking after your teeth."

"Er..." I mumbled, my voice slightly choked with my tears. "I can't see with my blindfold on, how will I know if it's the morning?"

There was a derisive snort. "That's a cheeky thing to say for a kid who has just been punished; shall I give you six more?"

"No!" I said quickly.

"Doesn't your caregiver get you up in the morning?"

"No," I said. "I'm usually awake before she is."

"Does your caregiver know that?"

I felt scared again: was my caregiver going to find out, and I might receive another spanking from her as well?

"I'll use my fairy magic to give you sweet dreams, and a good night's sleep. You can take off your blindfold when you wake up."

"Sweet dreams? You mean this isn't a dream?" I said.

"Absolutely not. Tooth fairies are very, very real, as real as the redness of your smacked bottom."

For a moment, I had forgotten about that. It has now faded to a dull ache, but now that the spanking was over, I felt almost excited by the presence of a tooth fairy in my bedroom; and not just any tooth fairy, but the Queen of tooth fairies.

"I'm going to leave you now, and I hope not to see you again, because you don't want another spanking from me, do you?"

"No, Lady Enamel," I mumbled.

"So I hope I have left an impression on your butt cheeks, and your mind. Good night, and remember to brush your teeth."

The Queen of the Tooth Fairies disappeared as silently as she had arrived. I thought about lifting my blindfold and looking round to see if there was any trace of her, but with my glowing backside, I thought better of it; and soon, I was asleep again, and dreaming of fairy kingdoms high in the clouds.

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Author: feetintrouble
Timestamp: Nov 28, 2024 at 11:22 AM
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Growler0128 said:

VERY WELL WRITTEN. A totally different was to think about tooth fairies. i figured since its on this site it will be diaper related but i didn't see any unless its in a future part.

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Thank you for your reply. There are no diapers in this story as they're not my thing; my interest is imagination play, often involving a blindfold. The tooth fairy idea is one which came into my head recently.