Allyson laughed. ‘Yep. But don’t worry. I’m not planning on having to use his professional services this weekend. I’ll take care of you, babe.’
‘What about Rob?’
‘Him I don’t know. But I intend to find out more. I’ll let you know. Sweet dreams, my darling little slut. Wait till this is all over and I’ll give you the seeing-to of your life.’
Emma, now face down on the bed, moaned with happy anticipation. The blankets were scratchy and the mattress thin, but she could have slept in a skip. A good whipping always did that for her.
‘Don’t make me think about sex,’ she begged, with a yawn.
‘No, best not,’ Allyson agreed. ‘Don’t you dare touch yourself either.’
She bent and kissed the top of Emma’s head.
‘Night night, sleep tight, make sure the bugs don’t bite. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.’
Perversion Therapy
‘I haven’t seen you around. On the scene, so to speak.’
Allyson offered the wine bottle to Rob, who took it and poured himself another glass.
He then settled his arm around Lucy, re-establishing the link that led from him to her to Richard, on the sofa, and smiled at his interlocutor.
‘No,’ he said. ‘I’ve never been a scene kind of person.’
‘How do you know if you haven’t tried it?’ Allyson’s challenge was friendly enough but her eyes were hard. Rob had been told she could be difficult if you rubbed her up the wrong way. ‘You should come to the club. Meet some of the girls.’
‘Well, I’m trying it now, I guess,’ he said. ‘And I’m liking it so far. I wish I hadn’t missed the show.’
‘Perhaps we could do a repeat performance with Lucy?’ suggested Allyson, slyly.
This prompted a squeak of alarm from the submissive in the room, who clung to Richard and curled into a defensive ball.
‘I’m not sure she’s ready for that,’ said Richard.
‘Ah, proper knight in shining armour, you are, Rich. The gentleman sadist. Always liked that about you. Anyway, shouldn’t bad girls be in bed? If we’re doing this by the book.’
‘That’s a good point,’ said Rob. ‘Lucy’s here to learn. I suggest you go up before we’re tempted to take Allyson up on her idea. Oh, but which room?’
‘I’ve put you three in the big bed upstairs,’ said Allyson. ‘I’ll take the sofa bed down here. Blake’s on the air mattress over by the fire. You’d better not snore, Blake.’
‘I’d better not drink much more then,’ said Blake, putting down his glass.
‘Run along then, madam,’ said Richard, helping Lucy up and on her way with a smart smack to her bottom.
‘Ow,’ she protested, but she didn’t try to argue, knowing better than that by now.
She climbed the stairs, looking down at them reproachfully before disappearing from view.
‘So, then, Rob,’ said Allyson, returning to her interrogation. ‘If you aren’t on the scene, how did you get into this? Have you been doing it long?’
‘Oh, you want my story?’ said Rob.
‘Please.’
‘Well, all right then. It all started in my PhD year when I was sharing a house with some other students …’
Everybody asked him how he’d done it. How he’d managed to get himself lodged in a house with three female flatmates.