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fingertips, and I
shivered. The walls were actual masonry. I looked down at the steps. They were
made of stone, too. This was quite an expense to create a fantasy for the
club’s patrons, but from what I’d already seen, expense was not a problem for
its owner.
    I took the final steps and came to a large oak door. Not
sure if I was to walk in or knock, I chose to take my chances and turned the
knob slowly, hoping it wouldn’t inform anyone within of my arrival. Luckily, it
didn’t make a sound. When I opened the door, I scanned the room. Like the
stairwell, burning torches in iron sconces on the walls cast a dim light.
Still, it was enough for me to get a sense of the room. It screamed of medieval
torture. Well, at least I was dressed for the part.
    Chains hung from every wall, and on the five wooden tables
around the room were what looked to be a wide assortment of paddles, whips, and
other implements of punishment. One word came to mind for this room— dungeon .
    At the center was a wooden set of stocks built in a way that
was obviously used to restrain a person in a bent-over position. Clearly, it
was for delivering spankings. Though I was trembling with anxiety, I found the
thing strangely compelling. I wondered what it would feel like to be locked
into the stocks with my ass jutted out for Lex to spank.
    I jumped back as two muscular men wearing black leather
aprons suddenly appeared in front of me.
    “Look, brother. A visitor.” The bald man to my right smiled.
“How nice for us.”
    I’d been so mesmerized by the implements of the dungeon, I’d
not noticed them standing in the corners. They looked like twins, except that
one had long, black hair down to his shoulders and the other one was completely
bald. They both sported several tats on their arms. Their eyes looked like
caramels.
    My jaw dropped. Was I supposed to get spanked by them?
    The one with the long hair turned to the other. “Behave,
Kane. Hello, Mia.”
    They’d been expecting me.
    “Hello,” I squeaked out as uneasiness swelled inside me.
    “My name is Reed. We’ve got the place all ready for you,
just as Master Lex requested.”
    The mention of the club owner’s name calmed my nerves, if
only a bit. “You’re following, Lex’s instructions?”
    “Of course.” The bald guy pointed to the stocks I’d just
seen. “That’s for you. You’re five foot three, yes?”
    I nodded, staring at the contraption and feeling my palms
get moist.
    “That’s terrific. I won’t need to adjust the pillory to fit
you since it’s already set to your height.”
    “Shall we get you set up for the dungeon master, Mia?”
    “O-Okay.”
    Reed asked me what my safe words were, and I told him. Then
he sent me a knowing wink. He cleared his throat and then changed his accent.
“Dost thou knowest the time, Master Kane?”
    “Aye, Master Reed. ‘Tis time to chain this comely maiden to
the pillory for the Master.”
    Reed cupped my chin. “Thou are very pretty, dear lady. How
fare thee?”
    I remembered the way my sister addressed the people at the
festivals I’d attended with her. “Good Sir, my state is of little consequence.
My Lord has commanded me here. By his permission, I am trusted into your care.
Such, indeed, by his order, will we both bend to his will.”
    I was proud at my attempt to sound authentic in the dungeon.
When I looked at the two men smiling broadly, I knew I had more than succeeded.
    “Come hither, my lady.” Reed held out his hand, and I took
it.
    He guided me to the pillory.
    Kane lifted the top piece of the stocks.
    Reed nodded.
    I bent over and placed my head and hands in the correct
places. Since my dress was so short and I wasn’t wearing panties, I instantly
realized that at least part of my ass was exposed to the brothers. Though being
in such a position unhinged me, I also felt inflamed and more than a little
excited.
    Reed attached some leather cuffs that were chained to the
floor to my ankles. “Hark now, the