Kinktober 2023 #17 - Forbidden/Curiosity
Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, nom-consensual, bondage, bondage slavery, F/f, lesdom, caning
Samantha Greenwood wasn’t allowed in her parents rooms. It was the one part of the estate that was forbidden to her.
She hated that. Ever since she was a kid, when more of the estate was forbidden, her curiosity over what her mother and daddy were hiding in there drove her nuts.
When she was older and her parents revealed how unwilling most of their staff were, and the kinds of things Charles and Lydia Greenwood liked to do with the people they payed for, she figured that must be why they didn’t want her in their rooms. So she wouldn’t find out about all the slaves! Surely they would let Samantha in now that she was part of their secret world, just like how Daddy brought his “ponies” into their stable or how her mother started letting her yearly “puppy” run around the house.
It took her a few months to ask about seeing their rooms, she was too enamored with all the fun she was having to think about it. Fun with both the family’s slaves and her own brand new toys that were just hers to play with.
But when she finally thought to ask, she was still forbidden to go into their rooms.
“Why not?” She whined, her voice sounding a bit like a much younger girl’s and not an eighteen-year-old’s.
Her father, who was a much more accommodating person than her mother, had only shrugged. “Sorry sweetie, you mother and I value our privacy. We don’t go into your rooms, do we?”
That was different! They could invade her rooms if they wanted to, and Samantha wouldn’t be able to stop them, but she couldn’t do the same! She wasn’t allowed to play with or punish their favorite slaves either! It was so unfair!
With nothing else to do about her curiosity, Samantha would grab the nearest maid along with something to hit them with. Canes were her favorite punishment tool, she loved the solid feel of them in her hand and the sharp screams the stupid sluts made when she thrashed them with it. Their perky butts were the most famous target, but Samantha found their feet and bellies to be preferable targets. Mother and the few staff members trusted with authority focused on the ass and Daddy barely punished his slaves at all. Plus they had to be stripped for Samantha to enjoy the sight of their reddened stomachs, and then she could punish them some more if they couldn’t get redressed quickly enough!
Afterwards she would feel a little bit better. It was all she could do. Her parents' rooms, her own rooms, and the door to the slave-holding section of the basement were all blocked with a keypad in case the slaves tried to do something stupid, so she couldn’t just sneak in when her parents weren’t home.
She tried one time. It was nighttime. Daddy was at work for the week and her mother was off doing… something. Shopping? A social event? It didn’t matter. She would be gone all night, so Samantha made her way over to the doorway to her parents’ rooms.
Samantha once saw a movie where the people looked at the fingerprints on a keypad like that. They used… was it a UV light or some kind of dust? Samantha could do that. Get a light (if it was a light) to look at what buttons were pushed, and then guess the right numbers. That was doable. She stepped away, satisfied that she had a plan.
But an hour later, she got a phone call.
“Hi Daddy,” she answered brightly.
“Don’t go into our rooms,” he said.
“I—what?”
“Sweetie, I know you were sniffing around the door a little while ago. Stop. Your mother and I don’t make many rules for you, but when we do you need to follow them.”
“Daddy, what are you even talking about?!” There were security cameras, but why would he even have looked at them?
“I broke one of my parents’ only rules once. Do you know what they did?”
“…no?”
“Your grandmother ordered her bodyguard Heather—who was a graduate of Capstone Academy, so I didn’t stand a chance—to drag me over to my room and punish me like a slave.”
Samantha was frozen. Capstone Academy graduates were extremely capable. Butlers, bodyguards, governesses, that sort of thing. They cost top dollar and could run a household for you with complete loyalty.
“Heather didn’t actually do that, mind you. All she did was tie me up and spank me a bit. Nothing compared to what the slaves got. But it was humiliating. I’ve only ever admitted it happened to two people. Your mother, when we discussed what I’m about to tell you, and now you.”
“…what are you about to tell me?”
“That if you don’t want to spend a night bound and gagged, you’ll stop snooping around my rooms and your mother’s.”
Samantha couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Daddy almost never spoke to her like this! “You talked about this with mom?”
“Oh yes, and she was against it at first. She said it sounds extreme. And coming from her, that says something.”
Lydia Greenwood was in charge of the household and all the slaves, and she was usually the person who was strict with Samantha. Her father never handled that
“But I got her to come around. If I can handle it, so can you. Do we understand each other?”
“… yes.”
“Good. Now go have some fun. You have the rest of the house and nearly everyone in it to have fun with, that’s more than enough to satisfy you. Good night.”
The call ended.
For several minutes, Samantha could only sit there. She replayed the conversation in her mind. Her father had just threatened to have her tied up, gagged, and spanked like a… like a slave! Her! He said that to her! Just for wanting to see what he was hiding from her!
Samantha fumed.
How the fuck had he even known to call her!?
Someone talked. Some uppity bitch must have seen Samantha around her parents’ rooms, and then fucking said something to that arrogant fucking head maid who was off limits could call Charles or Lydia!
That someone was going to pay!
Jumping off her bed, the young woman grabbed her favorite cane, then a backup in case it broke, and stormed out of her room to find a slave. She had no way to tell which one had blabbed, so she would just have to punish all of them.
Every single one.