Chapter 8
JILLIAN
“Thanks for helping me with this, Jillian.” Cindy took another dirty dish off the table.
Jillian looked around at the recently vacated dining room and all the dirty tables. “Of course. I didn’t have much else to do besides eat, sleep, and wander around and try not to get in the way. Redd keeps giving me the evil eye.”
“She’s just jealous,” Cindy said.
“Jealous of what?”
“I have nooooooo idea!” breezed the sweet blonde.
Jillian decided to let the subject drop. “All right, well, this sure looks like a lot of work. Do you always have to do this yourself?”
Cindy sang and twirled with a pile of dishes in her hands. “Of course not. The birds help me.” She giggled at Jillian’s shocked look. “I’m kidding, Jillybean.”
“My brother calls me that too.” Jillian grinned.
A compassionate look crossed Cindy’s face. “So, how is Jake doing?”
“He’s recovering very well. I saw him chatting with the gal who runs the aquarium this morning.
I teased him about his funny-looking bandaged head, and he threatened to turn me over his knee.
” She frowned. “I guess he’s feeling better.
And this place is giving him far too many ideas.
We need to get out of here as soon as possible. ”
She looked around the huge dining room. “So you usually do have help, right? You don’t have to do this sort of clean up by yourself?”
“Actually, there are a few others that usually help out. But one girl is really sick. I think she got the flu, poor thing.” Cindy gave an empathetic shrug. “And Redd is sleeping off a spanking hangover.”
“A what?” Jillian almost dropped a dish.
Cindy giggled, did another pirouette, and danced her way joyfully to the kitchen.
“A spanking hangover is when you get spanked so long and so hard, you succumb to this blissful rest where nothing awakens you, not even your throbbing backside.” Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously.
“Redd got caught sneaking out last night, and Mr. Wolfe thrashed her good.” She placed the dishes into the sink of bubbles.
“Mmmm, I would love to have a spanking hangover. And subspace. Oh, and an orgasm!” Her cheeks pinkened in excitement.
“So you’ve never experienced any of those things? Not even while you have been here?”
The two women started washing dirty dishes while Cindy explained her story.
“Honestly, I don’t know if I have ever experienced any of those things.
” She shrugged. “I was in a carriage accident and got a head injury. My past is still kind of muddled. Mr. Wolfe took me in. He gave me a place to stay, taught me about being a submissive, and let me stay on as a serving girl and entertainer.” She giggled. “He pays me with money and spanks.”
Jillian couldn’t figure out why that thought made her jealous. “So Mr. Wolfe spanks you and the other submissives, and he has a…daughter who is about our age?” This also confused her. He had to be no more than in his early 30’s.
Cindy leapt through the air gracefully and grabbed a drying towel. “He trains all the submissives and plays every once in a while. He also metes out punishments sometimes.”
“Have you ever been punished by him, Cindy?” She felt her bottom twinge at the thought.
“Oh no! I’m kind of a people pleaser. I can’t stand the thought of someone being angry with me.” The sweet blonde had a far-off look in her eyes as she danced and hummed through the cleanup.
“I still don’t get this daughter thing. He is not old enough to be her father.”
Cindy giggled again. “She’s not his daughter, she’s his ‘little’. He took her in and offered to take care of her like a daddy would. No sexual relations. Just daddy and little. ”
If he already had a little and a line full of submissives to spank, he definitely had no need for her. Why did her heart suddenly feel so heavy? “Um, Cindy. Would you like to teach me more about spanking? You know, um, play a little?”
“Sure!” she squealed in delight and soaked her in a wet, soapy hug. “We can go check out the dungeon after we’re done cleaning up.”
A thought suddenly occurred to her. “Cindy, does Stepmother ever have time for last minute sessions?”
“I don’t know,” Cindy furrowed her brow. “She works after midnight. I’ve never actually met her.”
“But she’s… you are…” she stammered, trying to find the right words. “So, when did Stepmother come to work here?”
“Oh, about the same time I did,” Cindy said breezily. “I would love to meet her some time. I’ve heard she is wonderful! So beautiful, so dominant, so open to all types of sexual activities.” She blushed. “I would love to try some of the stuff she does.”
Not knowing how to explain the situation to her new friend, Jillian decided to let it go. She hugged Cindy and pushed a strand of her white-blond hair behind her ear. “Don’t worry. Some day you will meet her, and you’ll get to try all of those exciting things.”
“I dream about her, you know?” her lips trembled and her pink cheeks couldn’t hide her embarrassment.
Jillian took her by the hand. “Come on. Let’s go play.”
The dungeon was like nothing she had ever seen before. They had walked down the huge stone staircase and into the cool, open area. It was large and dark and a little overwhelming until Cindy lit some of the torches.
“They have real electricity down here, but Mr. Wolfe prefers to keep the ambiance, so we use the torches,” Cindy explained.
The dark stone walls took on a hue of red when the light hit them, making them less intense.
A cool draft of air touched her cheeks, and the smell of leather excited her.
This was exactly how she would have pictured a dungeon, except there were no prison cells.
But shackles hung on the wall, and wooden pieces that looked like stockades lined the sides of the room.
Jillian imagined that the arrangement of the stockade-type pieces provided space for several players to enjoy the area at the same time, and she noticed that a few areas were curtained off for semi- privacy.
Cindy pointed out and explained each piece as they passed further into the dungeon. “It’s quiet right now. Most people don’t like to play on a full stomach. But this place will be hopping in an hour or two.”
Jillian nodded, trying not to feel overwhelmed in the large, dark room.
Cindy led her past the iron cross and giggled at the wooden bench with the phallus. “I’d like to try that someday.”
Jillian felt the warmth in her cheeks. Bertram could position her on that after a long, hard spanking. Her hot bottom would continue to feel spanked as she bounced up and down on the smooth, hard implement.
Cindy finally stopped at a simple bench. “Okay, um, what do you want to do first?”
“I don’t know. I hoped you would know what to do.” She laughed at herself. How silly of her to think the sweetest, most submissive woman in the lodge would even consider spanking her. “Um, could you show me how to self spank?”
“Sure!” Cindy grabbed the small wooden hairbrush off the table next to the bench and laid herself over the bench excitedly. “What I like to do is warm up first, over my dress.” she started swatting the back of her dress.
Jillian felt her bottom tingle as warmth filled her midsection. “Can I try now?”
Cindy beamed at her and hopped off the bench, handing her the wooden brush. “Nice, small, even strokes, okay?”
Jillian nodded and bent over the bench. It took her a few times before she finally connected with her bottom.
“It might work better if you pull up your dress now,” Cindy offered tentatively.
She shimmied her dress above her hips and tried again, still not quite making the contact she desired. “Cindy, could you, um, help me?”
Her friend turned scarlet and backed away, wide-eyed. “Oh, heavens no. There is not a dominant bone in my body!”
Jillian watched, horrified as Cindy grabbed her head and swayed back and forth. “I—I can’t do this. My head hurts. I’m so sorry.”
“Are you okay, Cindy?” She reached for her friend, but she held up her hands, warding her off.
“I—I’m going to get some fresh air. I’ll be right back.” Cindy sprinted away, leaving her confused and concerned.
She didn’t know what she should do. Should she follow and make sure she was alright, or should she give her some space?
She bent to pick up the hairbrush that had fallen to the floor, wiped it down with the antiseptic cloths that were nearby, and placed it back onto the table.
She was just turning to go check on her friend when Cindy came skipping up to her.
“Look what I found.” She handed her a note, addressed to her in large, beautifully scripted dark letters.
You will meet me at 1:00 a.m. tonight in my play room.
Stepmother
“What does it say?” Cindy leaned forward happily and let out a hoot after she read it. “Yay! I found this on the stairs when I was heading back down.”
“Okayyyyy… thanks.”
“Sure.” Cindy lifted her hands in the air and stretched happily. “Oh! Look what else I found!” She turned to the thin man who had entered.
He was impeccably dressed in a three piece suit and tie and was paler than any man she had ever seen. He seemed cold and commanding.
Cindy introduced them. “Jillian, this is Master Bram. He is a dominant and one of our best clients. He comes every month for one full night. Unfortunately he got stuck here because of the blizzard, so now we get to see him all day and night,” she chirped happily.
“Thank you, my dear.” He nodded at Cindy and turned to kiss Jillian on the back of her hand.
His kiss felt so cold to the touch, it shocked her. “N-nice to meet you, sir.” she curtsied.
“You wish to be dominated?” His eyes pierced hers, leaving her breathless and terrified. She felt so mesmerized by his presence, she couldn’t move
He stroked her cheek and prodded her toward the bench. “Take your position, my dear.”
She stifled the choke and the bile that rose in her throat. She was utterly terrified.
She squeaked as he lifted her skirts. “I… I…”
“That’s enough, Master Bram.”