Ethan grinned at her, his arm around Jeanette’s waist. “That’s great, and I’ll accept the room, but I insist on paying.” When Liz began to shake her head, he shook his own. “Royalty or not, my queen, don’t think I don’t remember how to wield a paddle.” The fact that he was dressed as Paul Bunyan, his plaid shirt tight against his muscular chest, his hand as large as the head of the fake axe hanging at his waist, gave weight to his reminder.
“Yes, Sir,” Liz said with a smile, the memory of the many times she had been across his lap, his huge palm slapping against her naked rear, allowing her to cave rather quickly.
The hat soon filled, and Jeanette, dressed in a calico dress, complete with a huge sun bonnet, was selected to draw the names. As each was announced, both cheers and jeers were heard, with everyone understanding that only a few couples would get to attend the special event.
“Let me assure anyone who hasn’t gotten a room they can still expect a great evening,” Logan promised, as he looked out on the crowd that made his club so profitable. “I appreciate every one of you, and your membership at Tastsinn. The club will also be hosting a party, and if you didn’t get a ticket for Haven’s opening, please see one of the bartenders for a voucher for a free bottle of champagne to share that evening. Elizabeth and I hope to see you at Haven soon. Each and every one of you who doesn’t judge people for the need to share a BDSM lifestyle are the very people who make our dreams possible.”
His announcement had everyone smiling; the disappointment of not making the cut eased by the promise of still having a fun place to usher in the New Year. When headded that additional weekends could be booked by speaking to Barbara—or rather, Alice—the crowd moved to surround their friend; couples choosing weekends as she filled in the reservation calendar that Craig had brought especially for that purpose.
“Wait, when did John book a room?” Barbara asked, running her finger along a line where his name had been neatly printed on a line of the reservation book.
“I’m assuming you mean Uncle John?” Craig said, smiling even as his hand moved to pat against the starched pinafore that covered her bottom.
Shivering a little though it certainly didn’t hurt through all the layers of her petticoats, Barbara nodded. “Yes, um, yes, Sir, Uncle John.”
“I thought it might be fun for you to have another Little friend help bring in the New Year. Your Uncle John and Aunt Betty were quick to agree.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” Barbara said softly. “Do you think there is any chance that Angel won’t see the woodshed?”
Craig’s laugh filled the area around them as he shook his head. “Little girl, I would be very surprised.” His grin grew as his precious Little giggled. “Perhaps you would do well to remember that any naughtiness on your part could land you on a stool right next to your friend.”
Barbara nodded, her bottom tingling as his hand ran gently across the very area she used for sitting. “But, Daddy, isn’t there only one stool?”
“Why, Bunny Grace, I do believe you are getting as cheeky as Angel. Perhaps we’ll drape you both over the barrel instead. Is that what you want?”
“Oh no, Daddy. I certainly don’t want that.” Her face flushed red when she realized that Elizabeth had slid onto a stool besideher. The grin, and the look in her friend’s eyes, told her that she had heard the exchange.
“I’m thinking there might well be naughty girls draped over every piece of furniture in the woodshed,” Liz said, shaking her head in wonder that Haven’s opening seemed so promising.
“I told you that you would have no problem filling Haven,” Jason reminded her as he showed her the book.
“I know you did, but seriously, I still can’t believe we had to draw names.” She accepted a glass of white wine from Gary, who was tending the bar. “I mean,Iknow how incredible Haven will be, but still can’t imagine paying a thousand dollars for one weekend.”
“Remember, that’s a thousand per person.” Logan grinned as he leaned over and dropped a kiss on her head.
“I almost had a heart attack when you changed the price,” Elizabeth said, shaking her head in amazement. “I mean, how did you know that people’s hands wouldn’t start dropping like flies?”
“Liebchen, it’s not only a long weekend, it’s also the grand opening of a place that has had people buzzing for months. Besides, it’s New Year’s, and something just told me there wasn’t a Dom in the room who was going to be seen not offering all he had to make sure their submissive had no cause to question their desire to ring in the New Year in style.” He grinned as he took a sip of the beer Gary set down before him. “Each couple receives three nights, eight full meals, a safe place to play, an incredible party, beautiful woods to explore, and let’s not forget, a fully equipped authentic woodshed to experience. Believe me, it’s well worth the price.”
Elizabeth still shook her head, but no longer protested. After all, it was her desire to build her dream—but it was also necessary that the business make a profit. The higher rate would give her a cushion for when the hotel was not full to capacity.
CHAPTER NINE
With all business completed, it was time to play. Ariel was helped from her stool and led to the St. Andrew’s cross by Garrett. Logan wasn’t surprised to hear her giggle as Garrett realized it would be quite impossible to spread her legs wide in the restrictive mermaid tail. When it became obvious that the bottom half of Ariel’s costume had to be removed, Logan reminded himself that his sister had every right to play at the club.
Seeing his face, Liz smiled and slid off her own stool. “Let me visit the little girls’ room and then we can find a spot to play,” she promised, giving him a kiss. Logan grinned, and nodded as he watched her walk toward the back of the club where the restrooms wouldn’t be quite as crowded as those located in the front.
Instead of focusing on Ariel, he went over the reservation book with Barbara and Craig, discussing the move they would soon be making to live at the lake.
Jason pulled Nancy away as he spotted Clayton and Beth approaching. Nancy blushed when Clayton, dressed as a Keystone Cop, raised his eyebrow, and reminded her that she owed him a session with his implement of choice. “You’re notplanning on using that are you?” she asked, her eyes glued to the rubber baton hanging from his belt.
Beth was dressed as his prisoner in a very skimpy black and white striped prison uniform complete with a pair of handcuffs jangling on her wrists. They were linked together by a long chain which wrapped around her waist. Despite the restraints, the loose chain didn’t appear to be seriously hindering her range of motion. Beth giggled when her Dom unclipped the baton, twirling it in the air as he wagged his eyebrows up and down. “Stop it, you big meanie,” she admonished him, giving him an elbow in his side.
“Come on, I’ll help—” Beth’s offer was left incomplete when her feet left the ground as Clayton wrapped his arm around her waist to lift her and drape her over one of his thighs. Her yelp when Carton popped her rear with the baton doing nothing to reassure Nancy that she had nothing to fear, but she barely acknowledged that fact as she saw there was another chain attached to the one around Beth’s waist. Only a few links of that chain were visible before they disappeared into the waistband of the short skirt that no official prison would ever allow to be worn. The fact that Beth’s yelps were hitting a much higher octave than one would think normal, gave anyone listening a good idea of exactly where that chain ended and what it was meant to secure. The fact that no panties seemed to have been issued with the uniform and the shortness of the skirt gave those standing close a clear view that left no questions. The short chain ended at its attachment to the butt-plug that was currently residing well up inside the plump bottom of the little criminal.
Office Clayton finally set his prisoner on her feet and chuckled when her attempt to reach back to rub her abused posterior was thwarted by the fact her wrists were bound. “You were saying?”
“I’m sorry, Officer. I meant to say, you’re being a big meanie,Sir,”Beth said causing the group enjoying the show to laugh.
