“I can get the potion out of you, but to do so, you must be restrained.”
“How do you mean?”
“I must tie you up, Alice. That is the only way.”
Alice released Pilar’s hand, taking a step back. “I don’t know. I-”
“Do you know what a safeword is?”
Alice shook her head.
“While you are restrained, if I do anything you don’t want, you say the safeword and I stop.”
Alice lowered her voice and whispered, “What is the safeword?”
“It can be anything you want.”
Alice tried to think, but the throb between her legs was making it hard to concentrate.
“Alice, the blue potion, if you don’t get it out of your system, you will go mad. You could even die from it.”
“Die?”
Pilar nodded solemnly. “Unless you have release, it could make your loins explode.”
“Gosh,” Alice said, shuddering in fear. “I don’t want that.”
“Perhaps you should have considered it before gulping down some strange, foreign liquid. That was pretty damn stupid.”
“Do loins explode a lot?”
Pilar looked pained. “All the time.”
Alice took another glance at the door, then looked at Pilar’s tattoo on his shoulder.
“Caterpillar,” she said.
“Yes?”
“Yes what?”
“You called me?”
“I did?”
“That’s my name. Pilar is short for Caterpillar.”
“Oh. That’s an odd name.”
“My parents liked insects.”
“It’s still odd.”
“You should meet my sister, Dung Beetle.”
Alice made her decision. “I want to use Caterpillar as my safeword.”
Pilar’s green eyes twinkled. “Excellent. Into the Pink Room of Bunnies, then.”
He held open the heavy door and Alice was shocked by what she saw. It was a dungeon.
Shackles and chains hung from the rafters. There was a table with leather straps on it, and a wooden wheel on the wall where a person could be bound and spun around. A steel cage was in the corner, and there was a collection of canes, riding crops, and whips on the wall. Looking at them made Alice feel queer and peculiar.
There were no bunnies at all. And it certainly wasn’t pink.
“Caterpillar!” Alice immediately blurted.
“Yes?”
“That’s my safeword. I want to quit.”
“Why? We haven’t even begun.”
“You mean to beat me with those whips and rods,” Alice said, pointing.
“I hadn’t planned on it. Do you want me too?”
“Why on earth would I want you to?”
“Some people enjoy it.”
Alice had never heard of such a thing. “You’re making that up.”
“Not at all. See that strange-looking table there?”
He pointed to something that resembled a small church pew, covered in padded leather. Alice had no idea what it was, but the sight of it made her uneasy.
“What is it?”
“That’s a spanking table. One kneels on it and bends over, and the straps hold them in place so they may be thoroughly spanked.”
Alice was flabbergasted such a thing existed.”Why?”
“Some people are naughty, and need to be disciplined.” Pilar stood next to Alice, snaking an arm around her waist, pulling her so close she pressed into him. “Have you ever been naughty, Alice?”
Alice couldn’t quite find her voice. Her pelvis was tight against Pilar’s, and she could feel his bulge. She tried to squirm away, but he held her fast, and all Alice succeeded in doing was rubbing against it.
“What do you mean?” she whispered.
“Naughty girls should be punished. Tell me you’ve been naughty, and I’ll take you over my knee and slap your bare bottom right now.”
Alice stopped trying to pull away. The potion was too powerful, the feeling building within her too good. She rubbed her hard nipples across Pilar’s rough leather vest, and tried to grind her hips against him.
“Yes,” Pilar said. “You are naughty, aren’t you? Perhaps you need a spanking. Something like this.”
Pilar brought his hand down on Alice’s naked posterior, and the loud slap was almost as startling as the contact. After a brief sting, her bottom began to warm up where he’d smacked it.
Alice squeezed her eyes shut. She’d never felt like this before. This man, this complete stranger, had just struck her. She should go to the authorities, hire a lawyer, file charges. But instead, her whole body began to tingle, and though she hated herself for how she felt, Alice wanted more than anything for him to smack her again.
“I… I am naughty,” she managed.
Pilar rubbed the area he’d punished, and then moved his strong, thick fingers lower, between her legs. Alice gasped. No one had ever touched her there before. When she and Lewis made love, he just stuck it in quickly. And Alice had never touched herself. She believed those parts of her were dirty and strange, and treated them as if they belonged to another person.
But Pilar did more than just touch. His index finger lightly stroked her from beneath, first the left side, then the right. She wondered if he had put something on his hand because it was so slick, and then she realized with utter shame it was her own juices.
“Pilar…”
His other hand came down suddenly, smacking her bottom again, and Alice gasped and her eyes and mouth opened wide. The mixed sensations were extraordinary. The tenderness of his fingers, the firm cruelty of his palm, combining together to make her writhe against her own will.
Then Pilar’s finger began to slowly enter her.
“I knew you were naughty, Alice.”
“Yes,” she gasped as he penetrated deeper. “I am naughty.”
“Do you want to know what I do to naughty girls?”
“Oh, yes… Caterpillar.”
Alice was abruptly released, so fast her legs couldn’t support her and she fell onto the floor. She looked up at Pilar, confused and ready to cry.
“What is it? Did I do something?”
“You said the safeword,” Pilar said. “So I stopped.”
“What? No! I just… it’s your name, I was just calling your name.”
Pilar’s face brightened. “Ah. I understand. So shall I spank you? I can place you in the stocks and whip your butt and thighs with a crop.”
Alice couldn’t help but stare at the wooden stocks. She instantly imagined herself bent over, her head and hands trapped, Pilar behind her with a leather riding crop, punishing her bare flesh.
An abhorrent, repellant image. So why did it make her quiver so? Why did she want to try it?
“Never mind,” Pilar said. “That appears to be too advanced for you. We’ll begin with something easier. Stand up.”
Alice waited for him to offer his hand, but he simply stood there. She slowly got to her feet.
“Walk over to the wheel.”
