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 thegal 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 sexualactivities.” 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 waslike 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.
