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a belt once. I found it a bit overwhelming, but I liked it, especially in retrospect.” She blushed.
    He continued to regard her silently.
    Pretending she wasn’t drowning in embarrassment, she continued. “I think about it a lot.”
    “Do you masturbate to the memory?”
    She closed her eyes momentarily before admitting, “Yes.”
    Despite her blush, Master Eric continued his questions, as if there were nothing to be embarrassed by. “Is there anything that wasn’t on the list that you want removed from consideration?”
    “Whips frighten me, but I’d be willing to try them.”
    He nodded.
    She felt lost in the depths of his kind, light blue eyes. He seemed to encourage her to open up in a way she hadn’t with others. With him, perhaps, it was safe not to feel ashamed of her longings.
    “Anything else? Ways of striking you that you’d like added to the list? Things you’d want removed?”
    “No. I’m willing to try almost anything.”
    “Butt plugs?”
    “I’ve only used small ones.”
    Master Rafael folded his arms across his chest. “Is there a reason you’re not addressing Master Eric in a respectful way?”
    Oh God. Master Rafael’s question dragged her back to reality. She was behaving as if she were having a conversation with a man she’d met at a bar, rather than a man who was, for all intents and purposes, her Master for the weekend. “I’m sorry, Master Eric. I beg your pardon.”
    “I was simply noting the lack of respect for later punishment,” Master Eric told Master Rafael.
    She dropped her gaze. The threat of the punishment sent blood skidding through her veins.
    “I suggest the sub learn her lesson now, Master Eric. Better that she doesn’t forget her manners again.”
    “I agree.”
    Her breath threatened to strangle her. Now?
    Master Eric looked at her. “Stand. Remove your shoes and your jeans. Then get on all fours. Crawl over to me with one of your shoes and ask me to spank you with it.”
    He was serious.
    Serious and specific.
    Even though the discussion wasn’t over, both men were setting the tone for their upcoming time together.
    Despite her nerves and the flutter of fear, she wanted this.
    Both Doms remained silent while she stood and slipped out of her flats. She unfastened her jeans and slid the denim over her hips. Getting naked with a man for the first time was always unsettling and having two of them watching her made it all the more intense.
    She stepped out of the jeans. She’d never again make the mistake of not addressing either Dom properly, despite the fact Master Eric had seemed so approachable. “The thong, Sir? Shall I take it off?”
    “Leave it on. I’ll cut it off you when I’m ready.”
    She felt the colour drain from her face.
    “If I had wanted you to remove it, I would have instructed you to remove it. Do as you’re told, sub, precisely and perfectly, no more, no less.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
    “I expect you to speak firmly and clearly.”
    She cleared her throat and tried again. “Yes, Sir.”
     
    “Anytime you do not understand an instruction, ask for clarification.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
      “Is there a reason you’re still standing? I assume you understood the instructions since you didn’t ask for clarification. Do you need my command to be repeated?”
    The word command dragged her back to reality. Oh God. She was completely unable to think straight. They hadn’t been appraising her nearly naked body, they’d been waiting for her to do as she was told.
    Her mind reengaged and she gingerly lowered herself to her hands and knees. She picked up one of the discarded shoes.
    “Carry it in your mouth.”
    The order was shocking. Nothing she’d ever been through had prepared her for these two unyielding men.
    She put the shoe in her mouth and crawled to Master Eric’s feet. He took the shoe from her and slapped the sole against his open palm. The wicked sound made her jump.
    “How many spanks do you deserve?”
    “Are