by John Rivers
Herein was the problem. If she suddenly started to wearing a gown or pajamas to bed as well as the next morning, Walter would be curious. Although she still didn’t have any notion where she might get this spanking, afterward it would be unlikely she could go bottomless without Walter noticing. At the very least, her bottom would be a little redder for a day or so. She could only hope she wouldn’t be bruised. If not for Walter seeing, she was prepared even for that outcome.
She finally decided it would have to be someone who did this professionally. Although Mr. Chang, her massage therapist had given her a breast, vaginal and even massaged her anal area, she was a little hesitant to ask him for a spanking. She had no doubt if he did it, he’d come up with some old oriental name to call it and say it was therapy, but Mr. Chang was too subservient. What she wanted was a real man. One who would take charge of her and then spank her bottom.
The next day, she went to the computer and begun looking under BDSM sites. That was the only way she was going to find a professional, she told herself. Although there were a couple of places in the Vegas area purporting themselves as BDSM clubs, she wasn’t in a situation where she could very easily attend one of their weekly “play parties.” She didn’t expect to find someone advertising any service along those lines and wasn’t greatly disappointed when she didn’t. However, there were blogs.
One blog, written by a female, or someone claiming to be a female, discussed different fetishes and her experiences with them. She also mentioned an individual who owned a large dungeon in his home on the outskirts of Las Vegas. According to the blogger, that individual provided BDSM type services. Also, he catered strictly to women. The blogger went as far as to give the phone number, making sure to mention the fact the man charged nothing for his services. Donations were welcome, however.
Lana wrote down the number, but was hesitant to call. What if she called and the man didn’t answer then, but called back later when Walter was home? On second thought, she didn’t need a record of the call on her phone bill. The only other option was to find a secluded payphone.
She drove to a convenient store about a mile from her home.
Walter brought the pictures home as he had promised. More surprising than that, he was home on time for two nights in a row. Wonders never ceased. Lana would bet Marla was otherwise occupied. On the other hand, even people having affairs couldn’t manage it every day.
“See, like I said, it’s an old Victorian style house. I don’t know if it’s old enough to have been built during that time, but that’s the way it looks.”
Lana had to admit the house was rustic, but nice. In fact, it was sort of sexy if one could imagine meeting someone there for a rendezvous.
“There’s the house and a couple of outbuilding on about five acres. See this little fenced in area. That’s an area where the women can sunbathe. Since they often sunbathe in the nude, that the purpose for the fence. Of course, it’s so isolated, I don’t see what purpose it serves. From inside the house the customer can see them, but someone just passing can’t.”
The nude sunbathing peaked Lana interest, but she didn’t let Walter know that. Instead, she asked, “Walter, have you seen this place other than just the pictures? Have you been up there?”
“No, but I was thinking of running up there Saturday and I’d like you to go with me. You know I don’t make any decision like that until I’ve discussed it with you. Also, we haven’t gone anywhere in a while. Would you like to ride up there? You’ve never been in that area, have you?”
Lana had nothing else to do this weekend. It was true Walter always asked her opinion on property he bought, but since she couldn’t care less on most things, she always agreed. She decided to joke with Walter. Laughing, she asked, “Will we be there long enough for me to turn a couple of tricks?”
Walter gave her a weird look for a millionth of a second, but caught the humorous intent almost immediately. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Lana laughed again without comment. She didn’t tell Walter that in the right situation she would seriously consider it. Hell, she hadn’t had sex since meeting the guy who owned the dungeon. Not only had he given her one of the best screwing of her life, but he had done a lot of other naughty, naughty things to her. Lana hadn’t even felt a sense of guilt because he was a professional. It wasn’t like she was having an affair. There was nothing wrong with having a professional take care of a problem.
“Walter, I’d love to go.”
There were a couple of places somewhat scenic on the drive to Pahrump, but much of it was long stretches of desert. About five miles beyond the town, they turned off Highway 160 onto a narrow blacktop that could have used a little repair. Then, there probably wasn’t enough traffic out this way to warrant repair. In fact, it looked as if the only thing out here was a two-story white house a couple of hundred-feet off the road on the right. Both were betting this was the place in question. That assumption became fact a few moments later when they saw a weather-beaten sign stating “Pleasure Palace.” Palace was stretching it a little.
Once parking, Walter took his time approaching the edifice, glancing here and there to survey the property in typical realtor style. There was a white board fence enclosing an area on the right side of the house, which Lana figured was the women’s sunbathing area. Like most old houses of this type, there were two doors, one on each side of the porch. Once on the porch, a sign next to the door on the right stated, “Office.” Walter rang the bell.
They could hear movement on the right side of the house as if someone was entering through a side door. Likely, it was someone coming from the sunning area. A few moments later the door was opened by a blond-haired woman that could have been fifty or older. Or, she could have been younger, but not by much. She wore a very short robe similar to one worn around a pool. She was just now tying the sash. Not completely closed, it appeared she was nude underneath. She had probably been sunning when they disturbed her.
“Good morning. You nice folks come right on in. My, you two make a lovely couple. Are both of you here to play?”
“No, I’m looking to buy the place from Mr. Ramsey,” Walter informed the not so young woman.
“Oh. Please, come on in.”
The room they were entering had likely once been a living room. It looked to be about twenty-five feet square. Large, but not overly so. In the right corner was a bar that appeared about twelve feet long. On the right side, directly behind the bar was a door leading outside the house. There were four stools in front of the bar. On a counter behind the bar was a small variety of liquors. It looked nice and cozy.
“Are you the lady he told me who can run the place? I guess you and I would need to come to an agreement also before we sign any papers.”
“I suppose you’re right there. Mr. Ramsey is not here today. He’s gone up to Carson City.”
“Yes, he told me. Mainly I wanted to look around and talk to you. Can we do that?”
“Sure, no problem. You want me to show you around first and if you still want to talk, we can.”
“That sounds good,” Walter agreed.
“Ok, my name is Patricia. Pat for short. Let me introduce you to three of the employees first. These three live here. There’s a couple more who come in at night.” Pat turned toward a side entrance behind the bar. As she turned the short robe rode up and exposed most of her butt. She projected her head through the door and towards the ones outside. “You all come in a minute and meet someone who might be our next boss.”
Three well-endowed women stepped through the doorway. Two were nude, the other one was topless.
“You all put something on,” Pat instructed the girls. “This is likely our new bosses. They might not appreciate what you’re showing.”
Walter held up a hand. “No, no. No need for that. It doesn’t bother me, does it you, honey?”
Lana simply shook her head. She was thinking how she would like to be nude as well.
After Pat in
troduced all the girls by first name only, all of which sounded phony, she told them they could go back to what they were doing.
After the girls made their exit while displaying a couple of nice butts, Pat motion for them to follow her. Once she was leading them down a long hall, she allowed, “There’s five bedrooms downstairs. A couple is on the right here. This is the dining area although we don’t do a lot of dining per se. At least not formal. Hardly anyone eats at the same time. Through the dining area, you’ll find the kitchen.”
The inside of the house belied its age. What might have been antique walls were cover with sheetrock and looked to be freshly painted.
“Let’s go this way and I will show you the big party room and the two private play rooms. Of course, once the ladies have closed a deal, they take their guest to a bedroom.” Pat lead them down another short corridor. The fact the biggest portion of her naked butt was displayed didn’t seem to bother her.
“I understand you, yourself, entertain guests also. Did I phrase that right?” With a sly smile on his face, Walter glanced at Lana to see what her reaction would be. She just smiled without comment. After all, it was a bordello.
“On occasion. We have some guest who have a penchant for older women. I never entertain for extended periods. Just quickies. I have to stay up front as much as possible. Once a guest and a lady has struck a deal, they pay me. On the extremely rare occasion when Mack…Mr. Ramsey is not here and I might be away, the next transaction has to wait. That way, no one handles the money and credit cards except me. I’m the cashier even when he’s here.”
“I see,” Walter said, sounding satisfied with that formality.
Entering a large room with a couple of couches and several chairs, Lana noted a large bowl atop a coffee table. Where there might have been candy or gum of some form, this bowl was filled with multicolored condoms. Walter noticed it too.
“Do we furnish them with free condoms,” Walter inquired. He sounded as if he had already taken ownership.”
“We do sometimes. There’s a larger variety in the office. Those we sell. Condoms are an absolute prerequisite to play here. It’s not only Mr. Ramsey’s rule, it’s state law.”
Lana thought that was good to know. That eliminated 99 percent of the dangers the girls might otherwise face. In fact, the man at the dungeon had worn one after administering her spanking and the other naughty things.
They left the party room to be shown two significantly smaller rooms that likely had once been bedrooms. There was a couch in each. Lana figured one could use their imagination to determine why there was a couch instead of chairs. Likely, the girls could sit closer to a client and feel him up during the negotiations. The art of the deal to coin a phrase.
Coming to a stairway, Pat point to her right. “Down that way is my room. It’s pretty much like the others. Let me go ahead and take you upstairs.”
As Pat ascended the stairs, not only did she present a more exposed rear, but a back view of her pubic area. All of this was about eye-level for Walter. Lana figured he enjoyed the view.
Once on the top floor, Pat point to her right. “There’s two more bedrooms. That where the other girls take their guest.” She then swung her arm to point to the left and towards a closed door. “In that room is our dungeon.”
“Dungeon?” Walter asked with a puzzled look.
“Yes, sir. We have a small number of clients who are into BDSM. There a few more who just want to play BDSM. Are you familiar with that term?”
“Well, yeah, I’ve heard of it. I guess that’s chain and whips and stuff. People hurting each other.”
“I assure you we don’t hurt each other here. We only let them play BDSM, not the real thing. It’s sort of dark in there, but let your eyes adjust and you should be able to see. Would you like to take a look?”
While Walter seemed trying to make up his mind, Lana helped him. “Yes, we’d like to see it.”
Again, Pat stepped ahead and opened the door on the left. Even after she flipped a light-switch, it was still dark inside the room. It would be dark until their eyes adjusted. “I’ll leave the door open. That will help. Sometime a man will want one of the ladies to play submissive while he plays what they call the ‘dom.’ Almost as many times, the man will want to play submissive.”
“Well, I’ll be damn,” was all Walter had to say.
Pat smiled to acknowledge Walter’s astonishment and continued. “The girls here will take a light spanking, but no hard stuff. They’ll even get in the cage for a while if that’s what the man wants. After all, they’re paying by the session.”
Lana’s eyes were starting to dilate. She had a fairly good view of the interior now. She saw the cage to which Pat had referred. She also saw ropes hanging from the ceiling which were no doubt used for suspension. Or, as Pat might had put it: play suspension. Taking a closer look in the far corner, she saw something that sent a tingling through her groin. No, her eyes were not deceiving her. A few feet from the back wall was a ‘horse.’
Although it was built on a smaller scale, it was similar to the one she had ridden in Gordon Lowell’s dungeon. The one on which she’d had various things done to her naked and upturned butt not to mention her vagina. One of those things had been a spanking.
She quickly pushed that tableau out of her mind. If not, her knees might grow weak and she would tremble right here. Pretending curiosity, she strolled to the far corner to take a better look. Once standing alongside the implement she had heard referred to as a “horse,” she noted an accumulation of dust. She brushed her fingers over the vinyl covering, leaving a streak in the residue. It had been awhile since it had been used. Unlike Gordon’s horse, this one had no place to rest the knees or the elbows. It was simply a triangular shaped box. Unless one had unusually long legs, this would be a very uncomfortable, if not painful, “ride.” On the other hand, some of the hardcore people might like it that way.
“Oh, that’s called a spanking bench or horse,” Pat stated, directing the remark to Lana. “I guess it’s only been used occasionally. I don’t think it would be very comfortable to be on.” The “used occasionally” remark was probably in reference to the dust.
“Well, I suppose we’ve seen enough up here,” Walter said, moving toward the doorway. “I want to take a walk around outside and check things, but we can do that by ourselves. If you talk to Mr. Ramsey, you can tell him I’ll have him a check Monday unless I see some structural problem on the outside. We’ll leave from there.” He extended his hand to shake with the half-naked woman. “I don’t see any problem with us continuing whatever arrangement you have with Mr. Ramsey. I’ll look forward to working with you.”
Walter found nothing outside the building that would impede the sale. They stopped in Pahrump for lunch. Walter seemed excited at the prospect of owning a brothel. He chattered about it all during their meal. Lana mostly nodded and agreed with what he had to say. Her thoughts kept drifting from the little dungeon that she had seen this morning to one she had visited a couple of weeks before.
Once they were home, Lana decided she needed a bath after the trip into the hot, dusty desert. Undressing in front of the mirror, she lifted and massaged her well-formed breast. She thought how they had played a part in the enjoyment she had experienced at the much bigger dungeon belonging to the handsome man on the outskirts of town. In fact, she intended to call him Monday and schedule another session in that same dungeon. She was getting horny again.
Chapter Three
It had been a couple of weeks since Walter laid down two hundred grand for what was becoming his favorite toy. Patricia kept him current with the receipts and it was, as he had hoped, turning a profit. One night at the dinner table he mentioned he might sell one of his lesser profitable businesses, a little mini-mart in a strip mall, and concentrated more on his newly acquired property.
As usual, that was fine with Lana. She had silently been against him originally purchasing the mini-mart property. Shoplifters kept it fr
om turning a profit. Employee theft was driving it into bankruptcy. Not that it made her much difference. Like Walter, she had been a little happier for the last couple weeks. Her improved outlook on life had nothing to do with the purchase of the distant brothel. She now knew where she could get her itch scratched. And did the man ever know how to scratch. What he had done to her beat conventional sex hands down.
Things took a turn the following week. Wednesday Walter came home on time, but had a hangdog expression on his face. Lana didn’t ask at first what the problem might be, hoping Walter would volunteer that information. He didn’t. By the time they were face to face across the dinner table, curiosity overcoming her, Lana asked.
“Well, I know you’re going say you were against it from the start, but I’ve got a problem with the Pahrump property.” He hadn’t said the brothel. It seemed now that it was presenting a problem, it was a property.
“Like what?” Lana asked.
“Patricia is leaving.”
Uh-oh. Lana thought, but didn’t voice. Instead, she asked, “Why?”
“She going to Carson City to resume working for Mack Ramsey. I sometimes wonder if that wasn’t their plan from the start.”
Could well have been, Lana again silently thought, but asked, “Can’t you get one of the other girls to take her place?”
“I probably can, but you know how that usually goes. It would be just like at the mini-mart. They would steal me blind. In a month, the place would be bankrupt.”
“I’m sure you’ll find somebody. When is she supposed to leave?”
“In two weeks. She called and gave me her notice today.”
A whore giving a notice, that sounded sort of strange, Lana thought. On the other hand, she supposed a woman’s trade had nothing to do with her ethics.