Page 57 of Under His Command

“Yeah, yeah,” Cassie said impatiently. “But what is it?”

“They designed the playroom like a dartboard, in rings. The closer to the bullseye, the more intense the activities with the center ring providing the biggest bang for your buck. Once they set up the carousel, which is another circle of six spanking benches, the floor comes up.”

“Up? Like a stage?”

“Yeah. It’s with hydraulics or something,” she said with a wave of her hand. “About 30 feet above the main floor, smack dab in the center, where everyone can see.”

Not a fan of heights, or half of the other things she described, Cassie asked, “How many members did you say there were?”

Jules shrugged. “I don’t know exactly. Five hundred at least.”

“That’s a lot of eyes at full capacity.”

“You ain’t kidding.”

“And who goes for a ride?”

“Naughty submissives, mostly. Under the watchful eyes of their dom, of course.”

“What if the naughty sub is single?”

“Then the dom who punched her ticket rides with her, or a volunteer. Getting doms to step up and lend a hand is usually not a problem. In fact, there’s often a waiting list.”

“For what, exactly?”

“The volunteers mete out the punishment or the pleasure. Which is decided in advance depending on who’s riding and the severity of their crime. They need six, one for each station.”

“To administer spankings,” Cassie stated, utterly taken aback.

“Or whatever creative torments the sadistic doms conjure up.”

Cassie swallowed hard, both horrified and turned the heck on by the images her brain was creating.

“So what are the submissives’ dominants doing through all of this?”

“Supervising, from the other end of the benches. Most often, the sub is serving two masters. If you get my drift.”

She did, vividly. While being pleasured or punished, the already occupied subs’ mouths were busy.

“Holy crap.”

Jules chuckled. “Believe me, hon. There ain’t nothing holy about the carousel.”

A thought occurred to her and before she could help herself, she blurted out, “Have you ever ridden it?”

Jules’ flush was answer enough.

“What did you do?”

“Mouthed off to one of the DMs. Many of them are club masters; longtime members, experienced in the lifestyle who volunteer to help Master Eric keep things orderly and safe. Some are owners, too, so I do not recommend it.”

“Colt allowed it?” she asked, indignant on her friend’s behalf.

Jules hooted with laughter. “Are you kidding? He ordered it. They were going to suspend me for a few days as a favor to Colt. But he insisted I do the time for my crime.”

“I don’t like that. How could he? You’re his wife.”

She reached over and squeezed her hand. “There’s no sex, Cass. It’s not allowed. Everyone riding with me that night was being punished. And the six rounds they came up with made me very remorseful. But I can’t say it was all bad. My butt was sore, but I was also horny as hell by the time Colt unstrapped me. When he finally let me come later, oh my god! Cataclysmic!”

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