“Not yet, Cindy.” Bertram interrupted. “I’ll let you know when she is ready for playing.”
Cindy pouted and lowered her eyes. “Yes, Mr. Wolfe. It was nice meeting you, Jillian.” She smiled and turned to present her backside to her boss.
He lifted the back of her skirt, exposing her silky white panties. He peppered her bottom with swats, and Cindymoaned in delight and arched her back as if asking for more. When he finally finished rewarding her, he gave her one final slap and pulled her gently upright.
“Thank you, sir,” she said, her smiling face revealing joy and satisfaction.
“It’s almost midnight. Better clock out, Cindy.”
She nodded at Jillian, thanked Bertram again, and rushed off happily.
He took Jillian by the arm and led her out of the dining room. “Do you want to check on Jake again before I show you to your room?”
“Yes, please. But you don’t have to come with me. I remember from our visit a few hours ago. Thanks.”
“All right. I’m going to go check on a few things. I’ll meet you in the infirmary in a bit.” He released her arm and strode purposefully to the back of the lodge.
The visit with Jake went well. He looked much better than he had earlier. He’d had a small blood transfusion and was resting comfortably with a bandaged head and a huge grin on his face after she recounted her time over Bertram’s knee. It embarrassed her to admit all of this to her older brother, but he only teased her a bit about finally meeting her match, and she was so relieved that he was recovering that she let it go. She hugged him and agreed to show him around the lodge as soon as he felt up to it.
When she exited the room, she saw Bertram leaning against a wall, waiting for her.
“I have something for you.” He took her hand and led her out the back of the lodge. They stopped at a small stable filled with horses and hay and riding gear—and Banbury!
She squealed and ran to throw her arms around the white stallion. He tossed his head and nuzzled into her hair.
“I’m so glad to see you,” she whispered into his mane and inhaled his earthy warm smell. “Thank you so much forfinding him, Bertram,” she said, releasing the stallion to hug the large man behind her.
“It was no problem. You seem to have a way with animals, Jillian.”
She turned back to Banbury and stroked his soft coat. “I adore animals. All types. I don’t know, they just call to me to be loved. Except wolves. I don’t think I’m too keen on wolves anymore.” She turned toward the small growl she thought she had heard but only saw Bertram standing there, devoid of any emotion.
“I can understand that, especially after today’s activities.” He offered his arm for her to take. “It’s been a long day. Let’s get you to your room.”
They walked back inside and down a new hall she had not seen yet. She tripped over something, but Bertram steadied her before she fell.
“What the heck?” She bent down to pick up the shoe. She scanned the hall and saw another shoe, a stocking, and a skirt. “Are those… Cindy’s clothes?” She bent to pick up each article, wondering why someone would disrobe so haphazardly.
Bertram chuckled and led her to a room on the right. He knocked three times and waited for the call.
“Come!” The loud, forceful reply came from behind the door. He held the door for Jillian to enter in front of him.
A man was kneeling in front of a table filled with whips, canes, and paddles.
Bertram walked forward and called out to a woman behind the sheer curtain. “Stepmother, our friend has left behind some of her valuables. Would you please see that she gets them?”
She barely stifled her loud gasp when the tall, gorgeous woman came from behind the curtain. This was not the same sweet woman she had heard singing only moments earlier.She was dressed in all black, a sexy corset and bustier, black leather high boots, her long blonde hair tousled, and full, pouty red-stained lips.
“She is the best dominatrix in all the land. People sign up months in advance to have a session with her,” Bertram whispered into her ear.
“Thank you, Master Wolfe.” The tall blonde nodded. “I will see that she gets her belongings. She can be a bit scatterbrained, that girl. Especially when the clock strikes midnight." Her voice was deeper and had an odd accent that elongated the vowels when she spoke.
Jillian still hadn’t been able to take her eyes off the new woman in front of her. The transformation amazed her.
“May we ask what he is being punished for, Stepmother?” Bertram asked casually as the man was strapped down to the punishment bench.
“Texting while driving his carriage, a big no-no!” She yanked the man’s head up to look into his eyes. “This will cost extra strokes with the cane. You know that, yes?”
“Yes, Mistress.” He groaned when she tightened her grip on his hair. “I mean, yes, Stepmother.”
