Bette dreamed. She was strapped to the wall, wearing nothing but a bra, panties, stockings and high heels. She had a blindfold on and could hear the whistling of the whip as it came down on her ass. Declan was whispering in her ear, asking if she was turned on. She cried out no, but when he touched her, she writhed in orgasm.
Bette sat straight up as she awoke from the dream. Her heart was pounding and to her shame, her panties were soaked. She smelled of sex. “Oh…” She got up and headed for the women’s bath at the end of the hall. As she entered the bathroom, she bumped into one of the women she’d seen two nights ago.
“Hello, I’ve seen you about, but never met you. I’m Jenny.” The woman held out her hand.
“Nice ta meet you.”
Bette nodded. Then her curiosity got the best of her. “Are you alright?”
Jenny looked at her and then figured out what Bette was talking about. “Oh yeah. It’s a real turn on if done right.”
“Oh, that’s right, you don’t play. Just take notes for his lordship.”
“It’s fun. Gets your head clear it does.”
“What do you mean?”
Jenny looked down the hall. “You going in for a bath?”
“We’ll talk while you bath.” She turned and the two of them went into the bathroom.
An hour later, Bette came out with more information on sex, pain and her body that she ever expected. After she dressed, her first thought was to call Declan. It had been over six weeks since they’d seen one another.
Jenny smiled as she headed downstairs. She looked around before knocking on the office door. When called, she slipped in quietly. “Job’s done sir.”
Lord Duncan smiled. “Thank you Jenny. Much appreciated. How is our little pigeon doing?”
“Fair fit to burst with sexual tension. Curious and surprisingly open minded.”
Jenny thought for a moment. “Yes, if handled right. Go gently with her when you do.”
He nodded. “Off you go.”
Jenny slipped out the door.
Friday took forever to end. Bette must have looked at the clock twenty times between 4 and 5pm. It was a military weekend, and she was expected to attend a formal dinner. Best part though was that Declan was attending as well. Once the clock chimed 5pm, she was out of the office and upstairs to dress. Dinner was at 6pm. She dressed, did her makeup and styled her hair in record time. She was in the hall when Declan arrived.
“Ah Bette! It’s so good to see you!” He grasped both of her hands and gave her a chaste kiss.
“I’ve missed you something fierce.”
“As I’ve you. Mustn’t shock the staff though.” He winked. “After this evening’s entertainment we shall have time to ourselves. James has promised.”
Dinner was a long drawn out affair. Bette swore Lord Duncan extended the evening on purpose, just to frustrate her. Eight courses instead of the usual four. Cigars and port for the men and sherry for the women in the library. It was nearly 11pm before everyone said their good nights.
“Declan, do you have a private room?” Bette asked as they stood in the hall.
“No. I’m sharing it with Timothy.”
“I’m stuck up in the women’s hall. No men allowed. Where can we go for a bit of privacy?”
“Let me think.” His face lit up. “Go change and meet me by the back door in ten minutes.” He gave her a kiss and then they parted.
Bette dressed in a wooly jumper, a skirt, stockings and her walking shoes. She grabbed her waterproof and headed downstairs. Declan was standing next to the door with a torch in hand. He smiled, grabbed her hand and the two of them headed down the paths to the far corner of the garden. It took her a moment to realize that he was headed to the folly.
“Declan, are we allowed?”
“Yes. James said it was about the only private place tonight. Everyone is doubled up.” He had her hold the torch as used the key and opened the door. They stepped inside and Declan closed and locked the door. It took a moment to light the lamps, but then Bette looked around in amazement. The floors were covered with Turkish rugs and while some areas were open, others were piled high with cushions of various shapes. Then she turned and got a good look at the object that she’d seen through the door that night.
“What is this?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes, Declan. I saw a woman tied to it being spanked one night.”
“Ah. Then you know about James’ kinky friends.”
“A bit, yes.”
“Well, a couple of hundred years ago, James’ family were a kinky bunch, and this was their playroom. That ‘altar’ there is for strapping people to so that they can be fucked or spanked.”
“What do you think of James, now that you know?” Declan asked as he wrapped his arms around her.
“I thought it was a bit odd at first, but then, well… Jenny and I talked, and I realized that it was weird, but it’s like my aunt eating haggis. I don’t like it, but she loves the stuff. It’s a taste that some people have and others don’t.”
“Indeed. Now, have you missed me?” Declan kissed her neck and nibbled her.
“Yes! Oh the dreams I’ve had. I want you something fierce.”
“Yes!” She walked over to some of the cushions, found a comfortable spot and sat. “Come here and hold me.”
“Just hold you?” he teased.
She threw her waterproof at him.