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you asking me, Sir? Or Master Raphael?”
    “You, sub.”
    “Two? Three, Sir?” she whispered.
    “You were instructed to speak clearly and firmly.”
    “Three, Sir.”
    He raised his brow and waited.
    “Four, Sir?”
    He smacked the shoe against his palm again. “You were disrespectful, and you think three or four spanks is appropriate?” he demanded.
    “No, Sir. Five would be better.” God, was this really happening?
    “Five it is.” He hooked an end table with his foot and dragged it closer. “Drape yourself across it. Hold onto the legs to keep yourself in position. Breaking position by leaving the table in any way will add strokes to your punishment. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “You may leave the house at any time. But you may not come back if you choose to leave.”
    “I understand.”
    “Good. Now get into position.”
    She crawled to the table and positioned herself on top. It was more uncomfortable than she could have imagined. The wood dug into her hip bones. When she grabbed the legs, her feet didn’t quite reach the floor on the other side. She understood what he’d meant when he’d said her comfort was of secondary consideration if she were being punished. It didn’t seem as if he’d thought about it at all.
    Before she was quite ready, he hit her.
    “Jesus!” Nothing in her experience prepared her for the mind-numbing impact of the leather just beneath her buttocks.
    She reared up, letting go of the table legs. All of her other lovers had been considerate, making sure she was ready before touching her. She’d always received a few light swats to get the blood flowing and to get her in the mood.
    This was different.
    She wasn’t sure she liked it.
    She scooted backwards, trying to put her feet flat on the floor.
    “Get back in position and thank Master Eric for the punishment.”
    Thank him? She was supposed to thank the man she’d thought was going to be the nice one for the weekend? The one whose eyes were kind?
    She was faced away from them so couldn’t see their expressions. This was a moment of choice. She could do as she was told or she could get up and walk away. With the way her rear stung, walking away was a real possibility.
    She gulped a few breaths, trying to steady her nerves.
    Did she want this? How bad did she want it? Seconds later, through gritted teeth, she managed, “Thank you, Sir.”
    “Tell me when you’re ready to continue.”
    She assumed the correct position again.   “I’m ready, Sir.”
    Master Eric landed the next spank directly on top of the first. She screamed.
    “Perhaps you should gag her,” Master Rafael suggested.
    When the pain receded and she caught her breath, she said, “Thank you, Sir.”
    “If I gag her, we can’t hear her lovely manners.”
    “Ah.”
    “I’m ready for the next one, Sir.”
    It landed immediately. This time, her right buttock bore the impact. She flinched, but remained silent.
    “Better,” Master Rafael approved.
    The fourth spank landed directly on top of the previous one.
    She closed her eyes against the sting of tears. “Thank you!”
    “I beg your pardon?”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    “We’ll add another for the transgression.”
    She whimpered. Instead of being on the last one, she had two to go.
    “Spread your legs,” Master Rafael instructed.
    She tried to ignore her throbbing rear and the pain still lancing her upper thighs as she moved back and parted her legs
    One of the men moved the fabric of her thong aside and stroked her pussy.
    She moaned.
    There was something ultra-erotic about not knowing who was fingering her.
    He continued the motions—long, slow, gentle.
    She no longer noticed the ache in her rear.
    Her mind might have protested the spanking, but there was no doubt it had aroused her.
    She writhed in response to the sensations singing through her. An orgasm stirred deep inside.
    She needed just a bit more pressure, just a bit…
    The unknown Dom moved his finger away.
    She