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 meetme 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.”
