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enormous room.
    Kyle appeared, this time wearing nothing but a black sarong-type cloth around his waist, a black bow tie, and Roman-style sandals that laced halfway up his legs. Claire’s mouth dropped open at the sight of his muscular chest and those magnificent abs. He was followed by three other twenty-something hunks wearing the same outfit—and one woman. To Claire’s shock, she too wore only the covering below her waist and a bow tie. Her pert breasts with rosy pink nipples were totally bare.
    “These are your personal companions. They will be available to you 24/7 for the duration of your stay. They will see to your every need—and fulfill your every desire. I have taken the liberty of assigning one of them to each of you for tonight. If you would like to enjoy the company of another, or even several at once over the next few days, you have only to let me know, and I’ll make the necessary arrangements. Please allow them to escort you to your rooms and see to your wardrobe. The evening’s festivities will begin at seven.”
    Kyle headed straight to Claire, his face expressionless. “Please come with me.”
    She followed him out of the room, noticing that Melody was being escorted by the half-naked woman. They headed down a long hallway to the left of the entry foyer to a door at the end. Kyle unlocked the door, then opened it and ushered Claire in ahead of him.
    She stepped inside and stopped dead in her tracks, delighted. The great room was impressive, but this bedroom was over the top. A huge log bed sat on an angled wall to assure a full view of the mountain vista that lay outside a pair of French doors on the far wall. The bed was covered in a rustic quilt, an intricate pattern in tones of green and blue on a cream-colored background, piled with solid-colored pillows echoing every shade of the quilt. There was a stone fireplace in the corner opposite the bed, with two forest-green suede chairs and a Native American drum table arranged in front of it—a thick tree trunk stripped of bark and polished to a soft sheen, then covered top and bottom with irregular animal hides held in place by a crisscross of rawhide laces. A drumstick fashioned from a gnarled branch was tucked into the laces on the side of the table.
    Claire couldn’t resist. Striding across the room, she pulled out the stick and gave the head of the drum a solid thump. It reverberated with a deep but mellow tone.
    The room was tastefully decorated with a few well-chosen accessories. On the wall above the bed was a large Native American dream-catcher—a circle of twine and beads woven like a spider’s web, with colorful feathers dangling below it. Claire knew the tiny round opening in the center was designed to allow good dreams to flow through, while bad dreams were caught in the web. A set of wrought iron candlesticks decorated the mantel, and a matching pair of wrought iron lamps topped with leather shades stood on the nightstands on either side of the bed.
    She noticed an old-fashioned wooden hairbrush with a wide, flat head lying on one of the nightstands. Claire immediately thought of Kyle’s unseen spanking episode on the way to the lodge, wondering if he’d ever used it on one of the guests. She’d never been spanked, but it was one of those naughty secret longings Lady Gwen had urged her to describe in the questionnaire.
    “They are here to provide anything you desire,” Lady Gwen had said. Ever since she heard the sound of his tough palm smacking a bare bottom and the soft moans and cries of the helpless woman across his lap, Claire’s mind had been flooded with visions of Kyle yanking her over his knees. She looked at the full length mirror on the wall alongside the bed and imagined watching herself as he delivered the same forceful spanking, this time to her naked ass as she kicked and shrieked. Then he’d stop, meet her eyes in the mirror, and pick up the hairbrush, telling her she’d earned a good long paddling by not