size are you?” Following Syb’s train of thought was exhausting. “Six.”
“Great. I have just the thing…” She trailed off as she walked away. Suddenly, she turned.
“Odd question. Are you a librarian?”
“Yes…”
“Hmm, thought so.” She disappeared into a bank of clothes before Olivia could question her. Olivia’s brow furrowed. Did she look like a librarian? She knew what the stereotypical look was, and in truth, she occasionally dressed that way—straight-laced and bespectacled. She didn’t think she looked anything like that now.
Her hands slid up and down her arms. The room seemed suddenly chilly. She wanted to be bundled up in her coat. Too bad she didn’t have it. In this cavernous room, she felt exposed.
Even without the nipple bands Colin had requested her to use earlier, her nipples looked like pokers against the soft silk of her dress.
Syb stuck her head out of the rack where she’d been digging around. “Hey. Get naked.
Everything off. But keep the shoes nearby. Colin seems to have a hard-on over them.” She glanced at the high-heeled pumps with their red soles. “Christian Louboutin. Nice. I’m sure your Master has no idea about the designer, but he has good taste anyway. Mentioned three times in the message that the shoes stay. See? A hard-on.”
With that, she disappeared into her ‘clothes cave’ once more. Olivia let out a sigh.
Though she felt as if she were being watched, she kicked off her shoes then yanked off the dress.
She was bent over, removing the stockings when Syb emerged from the racks with an armful of things.
“Stay. Just. Like. That,” the woman breathed.
The garments and hangers she’d been carrying dropped to the floor behind Olivia. She startled at cool fingers on her ass.
“He does good work,” Syb said reverently, tracing the edges of the spank marks. “Did you like it?”
“Yes,” Olivia answered, hardly believing she could be truthful about it with anyone. But she was at a sex club and the person asking the question was dressed like Sailor Moon. She had a feeling she could say just about anything here, and really, spanking wasn’t too far over the fetish line. She suspected a lot more people did it than admitted it.
She straightened, and glanced over her shoulder at Syb. “We should hurry. You told him twenty minutes.”
Syb made a noise that sounded like a half-snort. “He knows full well that when I say twenty minutes, I mean an hour.”
“Does he…um, bring lots of women here?”
“Mr. Smith? No,” she replied as if it were one of the most farfetched things she’d ever hear. “My timetable is common knowledge. Plus he joins with other couples or occasionally hooks up with an unattached sub. He’s friends with Rob—the owner of this place—and his family.” She bent to get the things she’d dropped. “Grab your shoes and follow me. I’ll have the other clothes sent to Colin’s locker. Normally, I’d just get you dressed here, but I think you need a little something first.”
“That sounds…ominous,” Olivia laughed as she followed.
“No worries. It won’t hurt. Not like Mr. Smith’s whip might.” She stopped short while Syb kept walking. Whip? What was the woman talking about?
Of course, she knew more about Colin’s activities here than Olivia did. But a whip? She’d been prepared for a hand or a paddle or maybe even a flogger—maybe whip was another word for flogger.
Syb turned when she got to the door and realized Olivia wasn’t behind her. “What?”
“What do you mean by ‘whip’?”
“Shit,” Syb cursed under her breath. “Ignore my big mouth. Look, you let him spank you, right?” she said, coming back and taking Olivia’s hand. She led her to the other room where a padded table had been placed in the center of the room.
“Obviously,” Olivia replied.
“Then it will be fine. He won’t let anything happen to you. I can’t say it won’t hurt,
‘cause we like a little bit of
“Great. I have just the thing…” She trailed off as she walked away. Suddenly, she turned.
“Odd question. Are you a librarian?”
“Yes…”
“Hmm, thought so.” She disappeared into a bank of clothes before Olivia could question her. Olivia’s brow furrowed. Did she look like a librarian? She knew what the stereotypical look was, and in truth, she occasionally dressed that way—straight-laced and bespectacled. She didn’t think she looked anything like that now.
Her hands slid up and down her arms. The room seemed suddenly chilly. She wanted to be bundled up in her coat. Too bad she didn’t have it. In this cavernous room, she felt exposed.
Even without the nipple bands Colin had requested her to use earlier, her nipples looked like pokers against the soft silk of her dress.
Syb stuck her head out of the rack where she’d been digging around. “Hey. Get naked.
Everything off. But keep the shoes nearby. Colin seems to have a hard-on over them.” She glanced at the high-heeled pumps with their red soles. “Christian Louboutin. Nice. I’m sure your Master has no idea about the designer, but he has good taste anyway. Mentioned three times in the message that the shoes stay. See? A hard-on.”
With that, she disappeared into her ‘clothes cave’ once more. Olivia let out a sigh.
Though she felt as if she were being watched, she kicked off her shoes then yanked off the dress.
She was bent over, removing the stockings when Syb emerged from the racks with an armful of things.
“Stay. Just. Like. That,” the woman breathed.
The garments and hangers she’d been carrying dropped to the floor behind Olivia. She startled at cool fingers on her ass.
“He does good work,” Syb said reverently, tracing the edges of the spank marks. “Did you like it?”
“Yes,” Olivia answered, hardly believing she could be truthful about it with anyone. But she was at a sex club and the person asking the question was dressed like Sailor Moon. She had a feeling she could say just about anything here, and really, spanking wasn’t too far over the fetish line. She suspected a lot more people did it than admitted it.
She straightened, and glanced over her shoulder at Syb. “We should hurry. You told him twenty minutes.”
Syb made a noise that sounded like a half-snort. “He knows full well that when I say twenty minutes, I mean an hour.”
“Does he…um, bring lots of women here?”
“Mr. Smith? No,” she replied as if it were one of the most farfetched things she’d ever hear. “My timetable is common knowledge. Plus he joins with other couples or occasionally hooks up with an unattached sub. He’s friends with Rob—the owner of this place—and his family.” She bent to get the things she’d dropped. “Grab your shoes and follow me. I’ll have the other clothes sent to Colin’s locker. Normally, I’d just get you dressed here, but I think you need a little something first.”
“That sounds…ominous,” Olivia laughed as she followed.
“No worries. It won’t hurt. Not like Mr. Smith’s whip might.” She stopped short while Syb kept walking. Whip? What was the woman talking about?
Of course, she knew more about Colin’s activities here than Olivia did. But a whip? She’d been prepared for a hand or a paddle or maybe even a flogger—maybe whip was another word for flogger.
Syb turned when she got to the door and realized Olivia wasn’t behind her. “What?”
“What do you mean by ‘whip’?”
“Shit,” Syb cursed under her breath. “Ignore my big mouth. Look, you let him spank you, right?” she said, coming back and taking Olivia’s hand. She led her to the other room where a padded table had been placed in the center of the room.
“Obviously,” Olivia replied.
“Then it will be fine. He won’t let anything happen to you. I can’t say it won’t hurt,
‘cause we like a little bit of
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