No thank you.
Somehow, I make my limbs move and manage to get to my feet, only swaying a little. Between my legs, my pussy is still throbbing, feeling sore and tender from the Duke’s attentions.
“Good girl,” she says approvingly, and holds out some fabric toward my head. That’s when I realize she’s holding some clothing for me. I let her dress me in the tiers of ruffles, which go from hip to knee. The top somehow clings to my breasts, despite its girlish fashion.
Taking my hand, she leads me to the door, pulling me with her like a child. I glance over and see that the other door, the one the duke left through, clearly leads to another room rather than out into the hall, and it is firmly closed.
“Stop dawdling, Betty,” she says sharply, turning to look at me, and I recognize the tone in her voice as being very similar to that which she used right before she spanked me last.
Immediately, I duck my head down meekly and pick up my feet. I am far too tired and sore to challenge her right now. I just want to get to my room and curl up and enjoy a little bit of peace and quiet and time to think.
I have no idea what is actually in store for me.
Chapter Five
The first room Mrs. Fairfax brings me to looks like a child’s. A very rich, very spoiled child’s. I turn slowly, torn between wonder and horror. Everything is pink and cream and ruffled. Very much like the white ruffled chemise I am currently dressed in. Stuffed animals line a shelf on the wall. There is a rocking horse large enough for an adult, a massive dollhouse, a corner filled with cushions, a small bookshelf lined with books, and beautiful paintings and tapestries on the wall.
It is a child’s dream.
But I am not a child.
Even with everything the Duke and Mrs. Fairfax had said, I’d expected my personal space to reflect reality.
Calling him ‘Daddy,’ having a Nanny, being ‘little Betty’… it was like a game.
That’s what I’d thought.
Now, looking at this room, I am no longer certain.
“This cannot be my bedroom.” I do not see a bed.
“No, this is your playroom. Your bedroom is back here. Come.” Mrs. Fairfax moves to a door on the far wall. All the frippery had distracted me to the point where I had not noticed it.
The bedroom is no better than the playroom.
Decorated in the exact same manner, it holds both a bed and an oversized crib, which I stare at with horror. Mrs. Fairfax is not paying attention to my reaction, she has already moved over to yet another door, across from the bed and crib, which appears to lead to my own private bathing room.
If the childishness of the rooms did not overwhelm me, I would probably be elated at the sight of my own private bathing room. Unfortunately, I cannot concentrate on that luxury because I am too taken aback by the fact that I am expected to live here, like a child.
“I am to sleep here?” My voice is higher than normal, coming out with a squeak, and Mrs. Fairfax turns to look at me, raising one eyebrow as if surprised at the implied objection.
“Yes. You will be sleeping here. And bathing here. Living here. The Duke set this apartment up specifically for his courtesan, which is you.” There is a look in her eye, reminding me that I was the fool who did not read the contract – nor allow it to be read to me. My bottom tingles in reminder of the spanking I so recently received for my foolishness. “Now, come in. You need to be cleaned before supper.”
Supper.
My stomach growls at the word.
Surely trying to change my circumstances – if it is at all possible – can wait until after I’ve been fed.
I have to have my priorities.
I go into the bathroom and Mrs. Fairfax shuts the door behind me. I hear the click of the lock as I look around this room, relieved that it is not full of ruffles and lace fit for a child. The large clawfoot tub is big enough to swim in. The Duke has updated the plumbing, because there is real running water – a shocking luxury and one which I had heard of but never experienced.
Madame Atout’s certainly did not have any such thing, and she was the top of the heap as such places went.
Everything is brass and ivory and shiny. This is beyond the kind of room I had hoped for, which makes the contrast between it and the other two rooms even starker. I cannot help but wonder what a bathing room outfitted like the other two would have looked like.
Surely I am not disappointed that it does not continue in the theme?
