Take Me Down The Rabbit Hole (BDSM | 18+)

XXI

"You can get back up now, you know?" Thea said dismissively, and Aspen lifted himself back up. The skin over his knees was red from kneeling on the hardwood floor, even just for a minute or two, and his limbs felt stiff.
Thea had already turned her back to him, and she was reaching for something that Aspen couldn't make out in the dim light.
"Get out of my office, you oaf," she directed at Alan. "Go get yourself a drink in the instructor's lounge, or something, I'm sure Aspen will drive you home. I need to speak to him. "
Alan rolled his eyes, accepted the glimmering item Thea held out to him, and disappeared from the room without another word.
The door closed behind him, and Aspen found himself exhaling.
"Well," Thea said, and he could feel her eyes drift down her body again. "He likes to punish you, eh?"
She pushed past him without waiting for a response, and suddenly the light in the room changed to a normal warm glow. Aspen blinked before he took in the room.
An office. A large, cluttered desk with a comfy chair, armchairs, and couches with a side table, boudoir photography on the walls.
Interesting.
"Alan gifted these," Thea said, meaning the photography. "Apparently Spencer took them."
"He is very talented," Aspen mumbled.
"You haven't answered my question," Thea recalled, and it took Aspen a moment to remember what it was.
"Oh," he mumbled, his eyes drifting down to his punished organ. "Yes, he does."
Thea was still standing next to the door, but then, she picked up his shirt and boxers. "Cover up," she instructed, throwing the items at him. He caught them and slipped them on, hissing through his teeth as the roughspun fabric of his boxers rubbed over his bruised behind.
"You may sit on the couch today."
So Aspen sat. Thea followed him, tying the rope of her silk robe and pushing her hair from her face. "So," she said, her smile bright. "How exactly did you find yourself in this predicament?"
That's what Aspen had called it the first week when Alan gave him spankings for not calling him Master or not following the chores schedule.  It had, aside from exam weeks in law school, been one of the hardest weeks in his life.
"Alan hired me, and this was his one condition. I didn't think that he would go as far as-" he slashed his hand through the air as he struggled to find the words for this situation.
"Alan has always been a little dramatic," Thea said with a smile. "And he's strict, but I know you're in good hands - and with me, too, of course. You'll find that my style is a lot different from Alan's, but that doesn't mean I will be less strict with you, and to be honest, seeing as Alan is training you, I have high expectations." She leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. "So far, you haven't disappointed, and since I'm not planning on torturing you any more tonight, let's skip the pleasantries, shall we?"
It wasn't a question, but Aspen nodded, glad that he didn't have to bother with the honoraries for now.
He looked around the room again, his eyes lingering on Spencer's photography.
"May I ask how you know Alan?"
"We go way back. How much do you know about Alan's engagement in this lifestyle?"
"He told me about it the day he said he wanted to hire me. Started it in College, submitting to someone called Leopold, I believe."
"Leo is my brother."
Oh.
"I met Alan the day Leo took him under his wing. They came here sometimes when Leo felt like he didn't have enough privacy to deal with Alan as he needed."
She leaned closer, a twinkle in her eyes. "Your dom was quite the troublemaker himself, but Leo did a thorough job beating that out of him."
That was new.
"Obviously I've also met Spencer. He's a good kid, and I'm glad he found a home with someone who's been in a similar situation. Not that Alan ever did any drugs, but he liked to party more than he did to study." She stopped herself. "If you tell him any of this, I'll have to torture you after all."
"I won't," Aspen responded - almost in a squeak at the potential promise of more punishment.
"Good boy." She smiled. "I hired him for this establishment after Leo left College - technically this is Leo's but he's busy with his normal people day job, and I'm only here on request."
"Is this not a club like the one Alan is planning on opening?"
Thea laughed. "No!" she exclaimed. "The poor fool would put me out of business. This is a dungeon. Leo wanted something along the lines of a dom-for-hire concept. For people who aren't in a committed relationship or don't feel comfortable exploring kink with their partner."
"So Alan was a sex worker."
"Yes."
"And you're-"
"A cake decorator."
Aspen choked on thin air. "Huh?"
"I bake and decorate cakes for a living," Thea said, chuckling. "And aside from that, I'm a sex worker on occasion. But my services are very expensive, and clients have to meet my tastes and standards. So you better keep up, pet." Her eyes seized him up. "Now that I think about it, I think I'll have the perfect thing to put you to use. But all in due time. Alan has agreed that you'll be spending Wednesday and Saturday night with me, but I don't think we'll be meeting here every time. I find that this is quite the ... uncomfortable environment, and I am just as well-equipped at home."
There was a knock on the door and Thea left her spot on the armchair to go open it. Alan stood on the other side of the door, and his eyes drifted to Aspen.
"You allow your pets on the couch?"
Thea turned and seized Aspen up again. "Only when they've been good. Get dressed, Aspen, we're done discussing for tonight, and I'll see you on Wednesday. Alan will give you the details."