"Hey, Dana. Reservation for Benson." Olivia smiled at the woman behind the front desk.
"Welcome back, Madam Benson. I see here that you've reserved your usual suite, here are your keys. Here is your information pack of the classes we provide and a list of additional services we provide upon request. Play party times and information will be texted to you daily. In your suite you'll find a bottle of champagne should you desire it as well as an assortment of snacks and bottled water to assist with aftercare. And here are the forms you and your submissive need to sign." The receptionist behind the desk handed Olivia the information pack and two clipboards with papers on them, one for her to sign and one for Amanda to sign. Olivia picked up the clipboard with the form specifically for dominants and read through it carefully while the receptionist turned and fiddled with something on her keyboard.
Amanda gazed around the lobby of the resort. It was decorated beautifully with vintage furniture, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and antique vases holding bouquets of brightly-colored tropical flowers. Amanda could smell the delicious smells coming from the dining hall. The resort was huge and always bustling with activity; the lobby was swimming with people, some waiting to check in or out and others on their way to enjoy their various activities. Sitting on one of the couches was a tall man with his pet lying across his lap, a redhead dressed in kitty ears, a tail, and wearing a kitty collar around her neck with her skirt flipped up getting a spanking on her bare bottom for all to enjoy. Whether the spanking was for fun or punishment was anyone's guess. The woman's bottom was a deep shade of red that nearly matched her hair when the tall man guided her to her feet and they kissed passionately, disappearing into one of the Dark Rooms to continue with their activities in private.
"Amanda." Olivia sharply popped Amanda's bottom to get her attention.
"Yes, Ma'am?" Amanda looked up, not realizing that she had gotten lost in her thoughts.
"Sign the form." Olivia instructed, tapping the clipboard in front of her with her finger.
Amanda obediently picked up the pen, read through the form, and signed it. Olivia pulled Amanda's shorts and panties down to her knees, bent Amanda over the desk, and spanked her.
"What are you supposed to say when I give you an order?" Olivia spanked Amanda's bottom sharply.
"OUCH! Yes, Ma'am! You're the boss! I'm sorry!" Amanda yelped as tears gathered in her deep blue eyes, blushing lightly as several people standing around applauded.
"Good girl." Olivia gently guided Amanda upright, but didn't pull Amanda's clothes back up and Amanda knew better than to do it herself.
Olivia picked up the information packet and the key to their room while Amanda picked up their luggage and followed Olivia through the halls of the resort with her bare bottom on display for all to see. They passed by a group of collared submissives who were hanging out unsupervised by their dominants and they all burst into giggles seeing Amanda's pink bottom on display. Olivia gave them her best Detective Benson glare and they instantly scattered, not wanting to be reported for wandering the halls unsupervised, except for one man without a collar who stayed standing there looking dazed and confused and shivering, only barely clothed. Olivia took one look in his eyes and could instantly see that he was floating in subspace, and she immediately felt disgust at any dominant who would leave a submissive alone in subspace without proper aftercare.
"Come here, little one, let's get you to an aftercare room and get you settled down properly." Olivia coaxed as she guided him through the halls with Amanda obediently following. They arrived at their room, dropped off their bags to be unpacked later, and headed in the opposite direction toward the aftercare rooms.
"What's your name?" Amanda asked, trying to gauge where the man was at mentally and emotionally.
"R-Ra-Rafael…" he mumbled.
"You're going to be okay, Rafael. I'm so sorry you got left alone in this condition." Olivia spoke with genuine compassion.
"Sh-she had a-another ap-appointment." Rafael whimpered with a few tears in his eyes.
"Did you hire one of the resort's Tops?" Olivia asked.
"Y-yes, M-Ma'am, a N-N-Nanny. C-cold." Rafael continued to shiver.
"I know you're cold, little one. We're going to get you a nice, warm blanket and some water to drink." Olivia promised.
They entered one of the aftercare rooms and Olivia guided Rafael to sit down on a cot. Olivia flagged down one of the therapists.
"We found him wandering the halls still floating. He said he hired one of the Nannies and after his session she just left him alone because she had another appointment. He needs water, a blanket, something sweet to eat, and a hand to hold until he comes down. And I insist that whichever Nanny he was with be given a Code Purple." Olivia said in her Mistress voice. At this resort, anyone, whether they were a submissive or a dominant or even a member of the staff, could be subject to a Code Purple if their behavior warranted it.
"I agree." Amanda nodded. Olivia took immaculate care of her when she was floating in subspace, and it upset her to see another submissive not being afforded the same respect.
"Which Nanny conducted your session today?" the therapist asked, wrapping Rafael in a warm blanket.
"Alex." Rafael replied as he stopped shivering and took slow sips of the water he was offered.
"Alex. Of course," the therapist rolled his eyes, pulling a folder file from the wall and scanning through it, "I'd like to take an extension cord to that woman and wear her out myself. She's new, been here less than a year. Her references were awesome, she was trained by one of the best in the scene, but something gets lost in translation between her technical skill and her humanity. She's never been reported for violating consent, but she doesn't do aftercare properly. Looks like this is her third complaint for disregarding aftercare protocol. Thank you ladies for caring enough to take the time to bring him here safely. We'll take care of him while he recovers and see to it that he makes it back to his room to rest."
"Thank you very much. Take care of yourself Rafael. Maybe Amanda and I will see you around, we'll be here for a while." Olivia smiled and patted Rafael's shoulder.
"Bye, Rafael." Amanda smiled and followed Olivia out of the room.
Back in their room, Olivia took Amanda into her arms and lovingly rubbed her bottom, which was still bare.
"I'm so proud of you for helping me with Rafael, baby. You're my good girl." Olivia praised, gently kissing Amanda's forehead. Amanda beamed at her beloved Mistress's praise.
"Can I pull my clothes up, Ma'am?" Amanda asked.
"No, but you can take all your clothes off and kneel down." Olivia replied, sitting down on the bed.
"Yes, Ma'am. You're the boss." Amanda obediently stripped out of her clothes and dropped to her knees at Olivia's feet.
Olivia reached into one of the side zippers on one of their suitcases and retrieved Amanda's collar. Amanda immediately sank into her submissive headspace, feeling secure and protected as Olivia gently fastened the collar around her neck. Amanda never wore her collar at home with Jessie and Billie always underfoot. The only time Amanda wore her collar was when Olivia took her to the club for their regularly scheduled date night every other Thursday. Since their babies had been born, Amanda wasn't able to freely kneel at and kiss Olivia's feet or be fed by hand. Amanda relished the thought that her collar wasn't going to leave her neck for two whole weeks and she was going to be able to worship and adore her beloved Mistress in all the ways that she was never able to at home with little eyes and ears around every corner.
Two and a half hours later, Amanda screamed through the gag in her mouth as she fell forward onto her belly from where she had been kneeling on the bed, making her restraints stretch as she floated in an unfamiliar headspace she had never visited before. This was the purpose of training, to push through soft limits and push through fear to make herself stronger and better and visit these places she had never been. Olivia immediately released Amanda's limp body from its restraints, rope corset, crotch rope, nipple clamps, gag, blindfold, and other various equipment and spent thirty minutes doctoring Amanda's body with arnica, ice packs, and gentle massaging, carefully checking Amanda's wrists and ankles to ensure that pulling on the restraints hadn't done any damage. Amanda began to shiver and Olivia wrapped her in a soft, warm blanket and let Amanda rest against her, cuddling Amanda close to her heart while she waited for Amanda to come back to her from wherever she had just visited. Amanda sank back into Olivia's body, letting Olivia's weight support her entirely.
"That's my brave, good girl. My precious angel. I'm right here, baby. It's all over. I love you so much. Drink, little one." Olivia brought a bottle of cold water to Amanda's dry lips and helped her take small, slow sips.
"Y'm, y'th bss." Amanda tried to respond correctly, though in her current state it came out horribly mangled.
"Such a good girl. Here, my love. You don't have to eat all of them, but at least ten." Olivia instructed lovingly, holding a small bowl of chocolate-covered almonds.
"Y'm, y'th bss." Amanda opened her mouth in almost mindless obedience to let Olivia water and feed her and care for her mind, body, and spirit after such an intense scene. Olivia hadn't held back at all and she was proud of her beloved submissive, showering Amanda with tender words of love and gentle praise, in stark contrast to the sharp, heartless, almost cruel manner in which Olivia had been speaking to her during their scene. The lighter, deprivation hood, violet wand, and the knife lay discarded on the bedside table.
Amanda fell asleep in Olivia's arms and Olivia decided to just keep her there in case Amanda woke up again in need of comfort. Amanda often woke up confused and insecure after a particularly intense scene and Olivia didn't want Amanda to wake up alone. While Amanda slept against her, Olivia picked up a second bottle of water to drink and ate some chocolate-covered almonds to replenish her own energy.
Olivia's phone alerted her that she had a text message and she reached over to pick up her phone, being careful not to disturb Amanda, opening the message and seeing that it was from the resort's front desk:
Madam Benson, it has come to our attention from one of our guests that you are to thank for seeing to it that he was cared for properly after being carelessly discarded by one of our members of staff without proper aftercare. For this we owe you our deepest gratitude. Our errant member of staff has been issued a Code Purple and in keeping with our resort's tradition, we would like to offer you the opportunity to administer it in whatever manner you deem appropriate. If you agree, please let our front desk staff know as soon as possible and we will let you know the day and time we have scheduled. If you do not wish to participate in the discipline of this staff member, please let our front desk staff know as soon as possible so that another member of our staff with the appropriate skills can be appointed the job.