Elena's eyes grew wide with fear as Nadia led her into the spanking room. Nadia had her hand firmly in hers. She was sure Nadia could feel her shivering. Halfway up the buff colored walls sloped inward to follow the exterior mansard roof. A hairbrush, an antique perforated paddle, leather straps, whips, and rattan canes hung on hooks on the wall. An armoire stood beside the implements. In the center of the room, a pair of leather cuffs hung from a rope that ran to a pulley attached to the ceiling. The rope wrapped around a cleat fastened to the wall. There was a sit-down spanking bench and a cushioned leather-clad horse with limb restraints at its base.
Elena sucked in her breath. "N-Nadia, I had no idea."
"I just love it up here. It is such a quiet place. Sometimes I come up here when Victor is away. I love to sit in the window seat when it's raining and I can hear it on the roof. Victor brings me up here and now I'm bringing you here to contemplate your misbehavior. This is where we come to be put back in our place."
Elena didn't respond. She just stared at the leather cuffs, the spanking horse, and the implements on the wall. She thought of her father. The feeling that came to her was not even close to her memories of home.
"My husband is a very good business man. He's also very talented with his hands. He did all the work up here, electrical, carpentry, dry wall. He even built the whipping horse and upholstered it in old leather. Isn't it all wonderful?"
Elena looked at her. "Nadia, I don't know. I don't know what to say."
"Victor believes in loving care and discipline. He's my master and I love him deeply.
When he punishes me, it's because he loves me and I know I need the reminder. Until the day you marry, Victor is your master and I am your mistress. By the time you marry, you'll be perfectly compliant and ready to submit to your new husband."
Elena saw the truth deep in Nadia's limpid eyes. Nadia understood and accepted her lot. Now, she must try to follow. She squeezed Nadia's hand.
"N-Nadia, I don't know what's come over me. I feel so weak. It's like I'm a little girl again."
Nadia put her finger to Elena's lips. "Shush." She took Elena into her arms and pressed her mouth to Elena's lips. The kiss was electrifying. Nadia held the kiss for what seemed like forever. Elena wilted; she let Nadia's heat and her own rising passion consume her. After a long smoldering moment, Nadia finally released her. The threat of punishment had slipped her mind.
Her eyes were wet when they fluttered open. She gazed in awe at her mistress. "Nadia, I promise I'll wear that outfit. I was such a brat..." She looked hopefully at Nadia.
Nadia ignored her as she took her to the bench and sat down. "Fetch that hairbrush on the wall. Be quick about it."
Elena stared at the slanting wall while Nadia positioned her in front of her. She felt an electric shiver course through her as Nadia undid her jeans and drew them and her cotton panties down to her ankles. The delicious memory of Nadia's kiss lingering shamefully on her lips faded as Nadia pushed her thighs apart and thrust a finger up and deep into her sex. Elena stiffened, but didn't cry out. This wasn't the first time Nadia had examined her.
"I'm pleased to be able to report to Victor that you're still intact. He will be pleased. Were you not a virgin, he would send you back to the Women's Shelter. He'd do the same thing if you were pregnant."
Elena's mouth dropped open. Neither option had ever occurred to her. She had been scrupulously careful around boys. Partly because of what her father would do to her if he caught her in the back seat of a sedan. "Nadia, how could I be otherwise? I never let a boy near me before I came here. My father would have killed me. Now that I'm here, you and Victor oversee my every moment."
Nadia looked up at E