Spa NK,Fetish Shop and Play Lodge
Come in, get warm.
Stay and play.
Warmth floodedher body as he stopped in front of the doors and called out for assistance. Helpers immediately surrounded them. Bertram dismounted and lifted her from the horse with strong hands, and she looked into the brown and amber-flecked eyes of her rescuer. He was a large man, with dark hair flecked with streaks of grey and an air of dangerous power. Bertram instructed the medics to take care of Jake as he led her by the hand into the front shop.
Paddles, whips, riding crops, and other objects she couldn’t identify hung on walls. What were they? Paraphernalia adorned every square inch of the shop. Her eyes were drawn to beautiful pictures of women with glowing red bare bottoms. Some crying, some laughing, some clenched inanticipation, some accepting, showing the wetness between their legs. She felt so drawn to them.
Oh my gosh.The name of the lodge, Spa NK, formed the word “spank”. This was a place that catered to spanking.
She should have been scared of the “worldly”, sexy environment she had entered. Her grandmother would have died on the spot because of the “sinful, new age” atmosphere, as she would have called it. But this felt more real to her than all of her 22 years of life in the village. Bertram’s spanking had done more to her than she could explain. And as embarrassing as it was for her to admit to herself, the thought of these women proffering their bottoms for chastisement made her feel warm and funny. And it felt right. She belonged here.
“Daddy!”
Jillian turned to see a cute, red-haired young lady, about her age, fling herself into Bertram’s arms.
They hugged for a moment before he scolded her about something, swatted her on the backside, and sent her on an errand. The feisty redhead scowled at her before flouncing out the door.
Jillian met Bertram’s eyes and moved to his place by the counter. She looked up at the sign above his head. “B. B. Wolfe. Co-owner, Operator.”
“So. what do you think?” he asked.
“It’s interesting.” She shrugged noncommittally.
The corners of his lips turned up in a smirk. “Well, I’m glad you find it interesting.” He placed his hands behind his head. “You’re going to be here awhile.” He looked outside at the growing storm. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you try out some of the implements.” He winked.
She bit her lip and sucked in a breath, the excitement growing in her. He had read her so well. Wide-eyed, she looked around at all the different implements, her bottomclenching involuntarily. “And what if I’m not a good girl?” she whispered and licked her lips.
His huge guffawing laugh shook the rafters. “Little girl, you are going to get a lot of spankings while you are here. The choice is yours about what kind you get.”
He took her hand and led her to the inner door of the lodge. “Let’s go check on your brother. Then we’ll get you settled in. Then” –his smile broadened– “you’ll get your first spanking as a guest. Welcome to Spa NK,” he said, pronouncing the “N” and “K” separately.
CHAPTER 2
FAYE
Faye lifted her wand in the air, screwing up her face in concentration, and sent a burst of energy out her heart, down her arm, through the wand with the crystal wired to the end, to the hay lying on the floor. She opened her eyes to look. The individual strands of hay swirled in the air in a vortex but settled back on the ground without changing properties.
Crap!It should have worked this time.What kind of fairy was she if she could not even manage to turn hay into gold? And the more pressing question: how would she pay the rent?
As if in response to her thoughts, she heard the familiar pounding on the door from her landlord’s heavy fist.
He’d been on tour with his band for the past six weeks, and she hadn’t answered his calls about why she hadn’t deposited her rent on time. She now owed him for two month’s rent—three thousand dollars she didn’t have. She did not move, hoping he would go away.
“Faye? I know you’re in there. Open up!” his deep voice boomed.
Her heart beat faster. Cade Lupus never failed to discombobulate her, partly because she found him attractive and partly because she found him terrifying. She closed her eyes and took another swipe at the hay with her wand, but when she looked, the straw had not even moved.
Curses.
She set the wand down and locked her workshop, trudging to the door to swing it open for her hot, menacing landlord. At six foot three, he towered over her petite frame. He wore his black leather motorcycle jacket, with his band’s t-shirt on underneath, stretched taut over a drool-worthy muscular chest.
“Oh, hi!” She tried to sound surprised and pleased to see him, as if he had dropped by for lemonade, instead of to kick her ass for owing him money. Well, probably he would just boot her out, but he looked like the sort of guy who could kick a lot of ass. His pierced eyebrow and the silver cuff on his ear gave him a tough, dangerous look. His broad pork-chop style sideburns reminded her of Wolverine fromX-Men. He definitely had sexy, intimidating rock ‘n’ roller down pat. She’d had a crush on him since day one, but he flustered her too much to even think about flirting.
He leaned on the doorframe, giving her a “Don’t pull any bullshit on me” look.
“What?” She attempted innocence.
