Page 5 of Doctoring Dolly

“Sure thing.”

Halfway across the lobby, Quincy stopped and took a deep breath. As he released it, he felt several tons of stress and tension he did not realize he still carried with him, roll off his shoulders. He jumped then chuckled when something caused a loud bang across the lobby as he took a second, easier breath.

One more deep breath and he looked around, noting only a few minor changes in the lobby since his last visit a year before.

The lobby was sprawling with vaulted ceilings, warm wooden floorings, and exposed logs that gave the place the rustic-ranch vibe. The front windows looked out over horses in the near pastures and mountains in the distance.

The massive double-sided stone fireplace held a number of pots of flowering plants instead of a fire that would keep the lobby warm during the cold fall and winter months. Area rugs on which sat large armchairs and small side tables were situated in various groupings around the room, encouraging guests to sit and read or meet and visit.

The place was just as he remembered, and a feeling of coming home swept through him.

“Quincy? Everything okay?” Derek asked as he joined him in the middle of the big lobby.

He nodded with a smile. “Everything’s fine. Just taking a moment to relax before I have to face the intimidating Master Derek in his lair.”

The two men laughed as Derek led the way to the door that led from the lobby directly into his private office. The bench just outside the door was empty, which meant no one had been naughty yet, but that would change, probably before lunchtime as it seemed that every time Quincy visited his favorite place on Earth, at least one or two Littles occupied the bench on a daily basis.

Entering the office, he sat in one of the two large leather chairs in front of the huge ornate mahogany desk while Derek rounded it to settle in his chair. The office had not changed, except for the artwork on the bulletin board hanging on one wall. There was still a straight-backed armless chair in one corner, and the giant armoire that Quincy knew was filled with paddles, whips, and other implements to inflict pain on naughty submissive bottoms. The couch held several brightly colored throw pillows and a fuzzy blanket. He had a feeling Sadie used the couch for naps more than Derek used it for cozy chats with guests.

“Still looking for a submissive woman who would be willing to enter in a long-distance relationship?” Derek asked as he pulled Quincy’s file from a short stack on one side of his desk.

“Not so much anymore. Since I’ve retired, I’m looking for a submissive woman who would be interested in having me relocate to their locale or move with me somewhere we decide on together.”

It was the first time he had said the words aloud, and with the acknowledgement, Quincy felt yet another boulder of anxiety roll off his shoulders. If he weren’t careful, he would float away after releasing all the stress, tension, and worries he had been toting around since making the decision to leave the military.

“Can I ask what your plans are, now that you’ve retired?” Derek asked as he settled deeper into his chair.

“To be perfectly honest, I don’t have any. Yet. My retirement income is enough to live on until I decide what I want to do next. Since Janine died, I have no ties to a home or place. Right now, I don’t even know if I want to continue being a physician or not. I’ve been approached to teach, but I’m sure I don’t want to be tied to a classroom all day every day. That’s part of the reason I’m here. I’m hoping to figure out what my next chapter will be.”

“Mmmhmm,” Derek said. “You updated your interest sheet, and your other paperwork is in order, so I’ll let you go get checked in. As usual, we’ll be having a meet and greet in the lobby before dinner. If you’re interested, I can have Sadie put together a list of single submissive female guests for you.”

Quincy chuckled before rising and shaking Derek’s hand over the desk. “No need to put Sadie to work. I’ll see you this evening.”

CHAPTER 4

After Sadie helped her check in, gave her the key to her room, and entered her information into the security system to record purchases and everything else the resort used them for, Dolly met with Master Derek. Once they reviewed her paperwork and he gave his official welcome to Rawhide Ranch speech, she explained that she was focused on learning about BDSM and especially about her submissive side.

She did not divulge that she would be using what she learned in her work as an erotic romance author. When their meeting was over, Dolly was surprised to find Sadie waiting just outside her husband’s office.

“I thought I could show you to your room and then, maybe, give you a tour of the place?” Sadie said, looking more at her husband instead of Dolly.

Dolly turned to look at the resort owner who was shaking his head. “Sorry, angel. You and I have an appointment with the dentist in town. I’m sure Miss Carson will be able to find her room and unpack on her own.”

“But, Daddy,” Sadie whined. When Derek raised one eyebrow, she bit her lip and huffed a disappointed sigh.

Dolly watched, impressed that the man did not need to say a word to stop her from arguing.

“Thank you for the offer, Sadie. Maybe we can get together when you return from town?” Dolly smiled as she took a step back.

“Oh, yes. That would be wonderful,” Sadie gushed. “I’ll see you later, Dolly. It was so nice to meet you.”

Dolly nodded and made her escape, heading to the hallway Sadie had pointed out earlier would lead to her room. Pulling out the small card Sadie had given her Dolly checked her room number with the ones on the doors she passed until she found hers near the end of the hall.

Using her newly issued key card, she entered her room, not surprised to find her suitcase sitting at the foot of the king-size bed. After all, it had been thirty minutes since Derek had handed it over to one of the staff in the lobby.

The room was luxurious with golden hardwood floors instead of carpet, and matching wooden beams in the ceiling, giving it a rustic feel. The bed was a king-size, four-poster that made her want to lie down and take a nap. The O-rings she could see set into the posts at various heights as well as in the ceiling over the bed made Dolly’s pussy clench as she thought of what kinky sexy opportunities they might offer.

She took in the sitting area, dining area, and small kitchenette as she prowled the suite, learning where everything was located. The sliding glass doors led to a small patio with a low fence and a gate that opened out onto the pool area.

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