She jumped at the sound of Bertram’s gruff voice, thankful for his presence. She stood on shaky limbs and went over to hug Cindy, feeling warmer with every step she took away from the pale master with the glowing yellow eyes.
Master Bram turned his scowl on Bertram, who stormed angrily toward them.
“Good afternoon, Master Wolfe. You are interrupting my play time.”
“She is new to the scene and is not ready foryourkind of play,” Bertram said, showing more teeth than usual.
“As you wish.” The pale man turned to bow at the two women. “I take my leave, ladies.” Jillian felt sure that his vicious smile would haunt her dreams for nights to come. She looked down at the floor, unable to meet his cold eyes, and when she looked up, he was gone.
As the warmth filled her body again, she met Bertram’s angry glare. “Um, did I do something wrong?” She glanced nervously from Bertram to Cindy.
He ran his hands through his hair, agitated, and turned his angry glare onto Cindy. “Cindy knows the dungeon is notfor beginners. She also knows she needs a chaperone when playing.”
Cindy lowered her eyes to the floor, and her bottom lip trembled.
Jillian felt herself wither when he turned his darkened eyes toward her. “Neither one of you should ever be down here unescorted. Do you understand me, ladies?” He strode forward and took both their chins in his palms.
“Yes, sir,” they both squeaked simultaneously.
“Turn around and grab the bench,” he ordered both of them.
Jillian rushed to obey as Cindy tearfully did the same. She felt the cool air on her bottom as Bertram yanked her skirt up, rolling it into the waistband of her underwear. Then he grabbed her panties and yanked them in between her cheeks. He must have done the same to Cindy, because she heard her high pitched squeal.
He picked up the small wooden brush and wasted no time in laying into Cindy’s bottom.
Jillian’s heart went out to the poor girl as she sniffled and whimpered and cried. But suddenly, it was over, and she was the one receiving the heat of his anger. Her bottom ached so badly as he swiftly piled one hard stroke on top of the other. She could feel the heat in her poor backside as he continued to take turns spanking both of them with the hard brush.
“You will not go into the dungeon by yourselves, do you understand, ladies?” He gave them both a flurry of spanks, leaving Jillian shuddering and mewling as Cindy cried.
“Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” they both shouted.
“You do not play with someone who makes you feel uncomfortable.” All of his swats were directed to her this time, and she groaned. She danced on her feet and tried to escape his punishing strokes. “What was your safeword, Jillian?” He paused, and she took a large shaky breath.
“I—I didn’t have one.”
“Wrong answer.”
She cried as he continued his blistering assault back and forth across her sore bottom. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It won’t happen again!” she screamed and tried to shimmy away, but he pushed her back into position.
“Damn right it won’t happen again. Stay away from that blood sucking bastard!” He gave her five more hard strokes and released her.
She stood as he grabbed her skirt out of her underwear and roughly dropped it back in place. “Ouch!” She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her lips.
He took Cindy into a big bear hug and soothed her. “It’s okay. I’m not angry with you. I was just scared.” He kissed her on her forehead and used his shirt sleeve to wipe away the tears. “Don’t play in the dungeon again without checking with me first, okay? And stay away from Master Bram.”
“Yes, Master Wolfe.” Cindy slid to her knees and grabbed his leg.
He massaged her head for a moment and lifted her to her feet. “Okay, Cindy, why don’t you go get your nap in. You’re probably tired from the long day.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.”
He turned his dark eyes on Jillian, and she caught her shaky breath. “I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful next time.”
“Good girl. Same rules as Cindy, okay?”
She tensed when he leaned in to give her a quick hug. She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
The two women watched him stalk out of the dungeon.
