I barley finished up my secret masturbation indulgence, brought on by listening to poor Carley receive a spanking, before there was a tiny little knock at my office door.
I composed myself quickly, I'm sure my cheeks were a little flushed and my knees were definitely wobbly in my heels.
"Enter," I called out.
I was surprised to see Carley's mousey little face, peeking through the door she cracked open.
"May I come in, Ma'am?" She squeaked out sheepishly, her eyes appearing recently moistened with tears.
I held out my arms maternally, invitingly. This little fallen angel can't be any older than twenty-five, so I turned on the Mommy charm. "You ok, sweetheart?"
"Yes Ma'am," she said, as she accepted my embrace and a comforting rub to her upper arms, while I smiled down at her.
"Robby told me to come apologize to you, Ma'am. And to thank you for the use of your private space for m...my spanking, Ma'am." Swallowing her humility hard, Carley apologized and thanked me.
Her voice trembled with vulnerability as she continued to speak. "If you need to take me over your knee for putting you out of your way, Ma'am, I understand." She began to lift her dress to reach for the band of her panties.
Awww! What a little cutie! I stopped her.
"That won't be necessary, little one," I said caringly, as I continued to rub her shoulders. "Having to come here and apologize and thank me for providing a space for you to receive a spanking, I'm sure has served as punishment enough."
Simply being hospitable, I ushered her to sit. Stupid me! She just got a spanking. She did in-fact sit down beside me but she did so very gingerly.
Her voice was laced with the awe and amazement of a small child at Disneyland. "Mistress, what IS this place?"
I giggled momentarily, before answering her in as clever of a clandestine way I could manage.
"Have you ever been to a food court in a mall, sweetheart?" I asked her rhetorically. "It's kinda like that. There's a little something for everyone's different tastes." Carley smiled for the first time.
With that, I took her by the hand and gave her a full tour of the place, from top to bottom. From the scents of leather and metal of the sex dungeon, to the comforting aroma of baby lotion in the nursery, I showed her everything.
The sparkle in her eyes beamed in amazement like it was Christmas morning. Like she was an Elvis fan and this was her Graceland.
"I can't believe this world exists, Ma'am." Carley gasped aloud, "It's making my tummy feel funny. Like it does when Robby tells me I'm getting a spanking."
What an adorable little biscuit! I chuckled at her comment. "Speaking of which, where is Robby?
"He was at the bar, Ma'am, with that short-haired woman who kinda looks like me," she answered, sounding a bit irritated.
"Oh gawd! He's met Cassandra..." My voice trailed off, almost feeling sorry for poor Robby. I'm sure when he settled into the bar he was greeted by a, "who the fuck are you?"
Carley interjected, in her posh, little accent. "He thinks he's a bit of a Jack the Lad. He probably thinks she fancies him...."
"Cassandra?!" I blurted out.
"Have you ever tried to call or summon a rattlesnake into your palm?" I sarcastically added. "That's about how much luck he's gonna have with Cassandra."
Our tour ended at the bar, and as I expected, there was Cassandra, glaring at Robby in disapproval, simply because he has a penis and it's not in a chastity cage.
Cassie's disgusted gaze upon Robby quickly flashed toward Carley, as we both power-clicked into the room. Her eyes lit right up when she saw the adorable and edgy little thing. A kindred spirit perhaps? Both adorned with piecing and tattoos.
Cassandra was on her like a hawk, pulling her in for a warm hug and innocently introducing herself as "Cassie the Receptionist", even though she is way more than that now!
"You're fuckin' gorgeous! May I kiss you on the lips, Carley?" Cassandra blurted out, being obnoxiously vulgar and bold.
Carley flashed a quick glance towards Robby, who raised an eyebrow and gave a nod of approval.
Then, as he sipped his old fashioned, I watched a boyish grin tug at the corners of his lips, as he took in the sight of Carley returning the kiss, and dart her pierced tongue into Cassandra's mouth.
"Is this little doll a client, Mistress?" Cassandra asked the room out loud.
"No." I replied.
"Not yet, anyway...."
Think we should have her back...?
Mistress Andrea
xoxo
Continued in: Gamer Mode
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