Chapter 13
Penelope
When they left the gift shop, Penelope was on a high.
They’d picked out a collar with a cowbell, a leash and a plug . Everything looked like it would take her beyond what she’d ever dreamed, and Penelope simply couldn’t wait.
Rachel had changed into her new cowboy boots and was actually strutting. It was as if the boots had some kind of magical powers that imbued the wearer with some sass. Not that Rachel didn’t have sass, but not usually when walking down a corridor.
“You are really feeling yourself today, aren’t you?”
Penelope giggled as Rachel tipped her hat in her direction once more. “Well now, little Miss Hucow, I sure do think that—” Someone passed them and Rachel shut up instantly, adding in an inconspicuous whisper, “I just realized that doing a southern drawl might be considered rude.”
She was too adorable, and she seemed to know exactly where they were headed next, making their way back to the elevator that had taken them to and from their suite. But this time when they got in, Rachel pressed the button to go down, and grinned wickedly at Penny.
Penny got tingles.
When the elevator door dinged open, she saw a podium with a stool, and on it a large, tattooed guard reading what looked to be a romance novel.
“Morning, ladies,” he said, barely looking up.
“I’ve booked a playroom,” said Rachel, and Penelope stared at her. When on earth had she managed to organize that?
“I’ve been informed,” he said with a grin. “Surprised you didn’t want to use the actual barn, but I guess the Dungeon’s significantly more comfortable.”
Penny felt her eyes getting bigger and bigger as she looked between the security guard and Rachel. “Miss—Miss Rachel?”
The guard looked up and clocked her surprise then, and flushed red. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was a surprise.”
“It’s okay,” Rachel reassured him. “I’d have given her a clue before we entered the playroom anyway. I’m assuming because it’s so early, there aren’t many people around.”
“You assume right.”
“Excellent,” said Rachel, with another flash of her wicked grin.
Penelope wasn’t used to seeing that grin, and she wasn’t sure that she wanted to get used to it.
“Come along, Strawberry Moo. I’ve got something special planned for you.”
Whatever trepidation she felt momentarily dissipated when the guard opened the doors and they stepped into the Dungeon.
She’d seen photos in the online brochure, of course, but none of them quite captured the way that the purple and amber lighting made the mica in the stone floor glimmer purple. It was beautiful, and it felt beyond luxurious.
Their club back home was nice, but it wasn’t this big, and it certainly didn’t have fancy floors like this.
“Wow,” breathed Rachel. “This is fucking nice.”
“It is,” agreed Penelope. “I think Riley and Elisabeth should come visit. Take some notes.”
They swapped a look at that, chuckling. Neither Riley nor Elisabeth would take kindly to someone suggesting that another club was nicer than theirs.
However the space available on a Montana ranch was significantly larger than the square footage of an old London townhouse—even if it had been expanded over the years.
“Come on,” said Rachel. “Let’s go to our playroom.”
Penelope went to move before she realized that Rachel wasn’t going anywhere. Instead, she was looking intently around the room. Aside from a petite woman behind the bar, the room was empty.
Then she turned back to Penelope. “Come on, little moo, let’s go to our playroom.”
And it was at that moment that Penelope realized what Rachel was hinting at. She wasn’t being ordered or asked, but the choice was hers. She made it, and sunk to her knees, looking up at Rachel with a wide smile. “Yes, Miss Rachel.”
Rachel crouched beside her, slipping her hand around the nape of Penelope’s neck and tugging her forward for a gentle kiss. “Shall I put on your collar?”
“Moo,” said Penelope, and everything else fell away. Rachel and she were the only people in this room, the only people in the universe, and when her collar went into place about her neck, Penny felt like she’d come home.
Her Domme pushed the cowbell gently and it rang out, the sound charming in the quiet of the Dungeon.
She straightened, and Penelope was about to follow after her on all fours, when Rachel put her hand into the bag of goodies from the gift store and pulled out the leash.
“What do you think, Strawberry Moo? Shall I lead you to your stall?”
“Moooo…” The noise seemed loud in the empty Dungeon, and Penelope almost flinched backward, but before she could, Rachel leaned down and clipped the leash onto her collar.
“Come on, little moo, follow me.”
Penny stumbled forward, awkwardly moving across the room on all fours. Her skirt whooshed about her knees as she moved, and she looked up occasionally, following the leather boots in front of her. Eventually they stopped, and she paused behind them, shifting from knee to knee.
Mina had had kneepads, but Mina had spent significantly more time in cow mode than Penny.
“You okay there, Penny?” asked Rachel, as she went to open the door.
Penny almost mooed in reply, but then she caught the anxiety in Rachel’s eyes as she watched her shifting. “I’m good,” she said. “I promise, Rachel.”
And then Rachel opened the door and anything else Penelope might have said was lost as she took in the scene before her.
There were straw-colored padded mats all across the floor, and then little individual milking stalls, lined up. The whole thing looked like an indoor barn and Penelope was utterly entranced.
“Holy crap,” said Rachel. “This is phenomenal. How the hell did they manage to pull this together in a couple of hours?”
She sounded as shocked as Penelope felt. This was everything that she could have ever imagined, and more. Because it wasn’t cold and with a hard floor. This was softer, purposely created for Penelope’s needs and wants and desires.
“Come on, little moo,” said Rachel, tugging gently on the leash, and Penelope followed her Domme into the room, and into one of the stalls.
The stall had tall rails on either side, a pail, a low stool and a custom spanking bench. Penny didn’t know whether they’d had it made after Mina’s visit, in case another hucow came along, but it seemed perfect. Adjustable placeholders for her feet and hands, and a frame for her to drape across.
But the biggest difference about this spanking bench, was the fact that there was a big hole in the center of it.
A hole for Penelope’s breasts to hang down.