Page 14 of Doctoring Dolly

“It will be fine. There will probably only be a few people playing tonight. Later in the week the crowds will grow,” Quincy answered, causing her cheeks to heat once more.

Dinner had been an adventure of laughter and learning as Sadie tried to talk her into being a Little for a day or two, while Derek and Quincy spoke of rules and procedure, high and low protocol, and a dozen other subjects. By the end of dinner, Dolly’s head was filled to overflowing with new information.

She wished she could retreat to her luxurious suite and make notes of all she had learned and experienced since arrival. Her uber-creative brain was already working on building the beginnings of a new series of books. Instead, she was about to learn exactly how to find the Ranch’s Dungeon.

Quincy wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his body as if sensing her nervousness. “Trust me, pet. I won’t let anyone but me hurt you.”

“With that, we’ll say our good-nights,” Derek said with a wide smile.

“But, Daddy, I want to go in with them to give Dolly emotional support,” Sadie argued.

“Not tonight, angel. You have a bath and a movie waiting for you.”

“But… Daddy!” she squealed when he bent and lifted her so she was draped over one shoulder. He then gave her several sharp swats to reinforce his words.

Sadie arched up and waved as Master Derek carried her away. “Good luck, Dolly! Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow and we can talk then.”

“Good night, Sadie, Master Derek,” Dolly called as the couple strode across the lobby floor.

With their departure, Quincy slid his arm from her shoulders to take her hand and led her toward the elevator which would deliver them to the lowest level of the resort where the BDSM Dungeon was located. The elevator arrived and when the doors opened, Quincy squeezed her hand. “Come along, pet. Let’s go exploring,” Quincy said.

The ride was smooth and when the doors opened again, he led her toward an impressive set of large double doors that accessed the Dungeon. The doors were beautiful, highly polished with circles of copper imbedded in the shape of a cross.

“Good evening,” a man rose from a stool behind a podium situated in front of the doors.

“Good evening,” Quincy replied. “We’d like to take a look around, if that’s possible?”

Dolly didn’t speak, knowing from her research that if in doubt, a submissive should remain silent. She watched wide-eyed as the guard, with twinkly gray eyes, a close-cropped mohawk, and silver beard nodded, but did not give them leave to go inside.

“I’m sorry, the Dungeon is closed from seven to nine, morning and evening, so the staff can clean and restock. But come back after nine and you can play all night long.”

“Oh, that’s right. I can’t believe I forgot.” Quincy looked down at Dolly. “Guess the excitement to show you where we’ll play shoved that info right out of my head.” Giving her a smile, he turned back to the guard. “Okay. Thank you, Jaben. We’ll come back.”

Quincy sounded nearly as disappointed as Dolly felt.

“So, what do you want to do now?” she asked as they walked back to the elevator to return upstairs.

“If I remember correctly, there’s a movie playing in the theater room and karaoke in the lobby,” Quincy said as they reboarded the elevator. “Which would you prefer?”

Though she had rested before dinner, Dolly knew if they sat in a dark theater watching a movie, she would fall asleep, which would be embarrassing to both her and Quincy as her Dom. “Let’s check out the karaoke.”

He punched the button for the main floor and the elevator quickly delivered them. Only a few steps and they were in the lobby, where a man was belting out an old Johnny Cash song like his life depended on it.

Quincy refused to release her hand as they crossed the lobby to join the crowd. But he did not stop at the edge of the group. He pulled her around to the table where a signup sheet and list of available songs lay.

He handed her the list. “Pick a song.”

She shook her head and tried to hand it back. “I don’t sing.”

He frowned at her, but she did not explain that she had not sung since junior high school. That was when her father killed her dream of being a singer by brusquely ordering her to shut up because she sounded like an alley cat yowling at the moon. She had not sung a note since that day. She had continued going to rehearsals and even the concert for the school choir that year, but only mouthed the words instead of actually singing them.

The next singer stepped up and sang off-key but with such gusto that no one seemed to mind the sour notes.

“You can’t be as bad as that. Now pick a song,” Quincy said with a wince as the singer hit a particularly harsh note. “Do well, and I’ll buy you a hot chocolate and a cookie afterwards.”

With that kind of incentive, Dolly decided to try. Reading down the page, she looked over the sign-up sheet and saw that no one had yet to sing her choice.

“This one,” she said, pointing to her selection. “I should be able to do this one.”

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