Page 27 of Discovering Little Dora

She’d gone into the bedroom to change. When she emerged, she looked adorable in a flowered dress with cap sleeves and Keds sneakers. She’d fashioned her hair in braids tipped in bows that matched the pink flowers on her dress.

“Will you be coming back tonight?” Kit asked.

“I’ll make sure she calls if she’s going to be out again,” Alastair said with a wink.

They headed to the lobby. Once there, Alastair led Dora to the café. It was a welcoming spot filled with delicious aromas and comfortable furnishings. Dora waited at a small table while Alastair went and fetched them something to drink.

“We had enough alcohol last night,” he said. “I figured this would be a better choice for today’s adventure.” He popped the top on an energy drink and handed it to her. “Are you ready for your private instruction?”

“In what?”

“Submission,” he said. “Downstairs is the dungeon. If you trust Daddy, he can introduce you to all manner of implements and techniques.”

“It’s a BDSM dungeon?” Her eyes widened.

“Yes. And while there are private rooms, the main room is public so everyone would see Daddy playing with his Little girl, touching her, punishing her. Does that sound like something you’d like?”

Ordinarily, Dora would say no to the idea of anyone seeing her in what she assumed would be a state of vulnerable nakedness. But Alastair made her feel both protected and beautiful. This would be a new and frightening experience, but doing something like this would also be interesting.

“If I don’t like it or get scared, can we stop?”

“Absolutely.” He took her face in his hands. “I will never do anything you don’t want me to do, unless, of course, it’s giving you a punishment spanking.” He trailed the backs of his fingers down her pale cheek. “Of course, you’re such a good girl that I don’t think you’ll need a real punishment spanking. A good girl spanking, that’s something different entirely.”

“A good girl spanking?” She shook her head.

“That’s a spanking you want. A sexy spanking.”

He could tell by the way she flushed and shifted in her seat that the idea appealed to her more than a little.

“Shall we go?” he asked.

She looked toward the door, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.

“Everyone will be watching?”

“Yes, there will be people there who will see how beautiful you are. But if you focus on me, Dora, you won’t even be aware of their presence. Once you sink into subspace, the whole rest of the world will fall away.”

Dora fell silent. Subspace and good girl spankings and people watching? Pre-Alastair, she’d felt invisible. At the Ranch, people saw her. In the dungeon they would see everything.

“Will it please you, Daddy?”

He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “It would please Daddy very much, But I won’t put my babygirl in any situation that makes her feel uncomfortable. Not only can we stop at any time, but you don’t have to do this to please me.”

Dora had never seen a BDSM dungeon. She wondered if it would be scary. She imagined being scared, feeling Alastair take her hand so that she basked in his protection. And she decided then that nothing could be scary with him at her side.

“I want to.”

“You’re sure?” His eyes searched hers.

She nodded emphatically.

They rode the elevator down to the tunnel Bobbi had shown her and Dora managed a shaky smile at the guard who greeted them warmly as he opened the door to admit them into the dungeon which she definitely hadn’t seen on her tour. Her first impression was that she wasn’t really dressed for the occasion. There were about four or five other couples there, most of them dressed in latex or leather but no one said anything.

It was a lot to take in. Dora thought the dungeon was intimidating in the same way a roller coaster was intimidating and she got the same delicious quiver of fear as Alastair pointed to different pieces of furniture and described its function as they stood in the lounge area slightly above the action and looked over a waist-high railing.

In the corner, a black-clad muscular man with a military-style haircut was securing a naked blonde woman into a medieval-style wooden stockade. Once she was completely restrained, he picked up a tawse and began to flick it across her bottom. The woman closed her eyes and pushed her hips back, moaning. Dora was fascinated by the display.

“He’s not using it very hard,” she observed.

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