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“It’s easy to get distracted with your hands on my bottom, but it’s worse when you touch my—” Val stopped short, unused to speaking in frank terms about her anatomy as he did. She knew she’d have to toughen up, considering her surroundings.

Eric, evidently, was of the same mindset. “Finish that thought,” he insisted.

“When your fingers—” Unsettled under by his scrutiny and the heat of his gaze, her voice cracked. She swallowed, breathed in deep, andconqueredher nerves enough to obey. “When you touch my pussy even through my panties, I can’t think.”

“Since inattention is the reason you’re being punished, and because it’s a very bad habit to fall into, I’ll add a few extra strokes when we begin.”

“Begin?” she squeaked in surprise. “What have we been doing until now,” belatedly, she remembered to tack on his title, “Master?”

Smiling, he caressed her cheek. “Ah, my sweet innocent, learning willbe challengingfor you, but so much more enjoyable for me.”

Chapter 8

STILL IN A SQUAT INfront of her, his touch gentle, his manner more attentive than from any man in her life, Eric carried on the intimate conversation—about punishment of all things—as if it were commonplace. Which for him, it probably was, but to Val it seemed surreal. She felt like at any moment she would wake from her naughty dream back in her bed at home.

But it was all too real, especially when her dom gripped her chin firmly and demanded more revelations from her.

“Do you feel punished? Or has this felt like foreplay? And I want the truth when you answer.”

“Foreplay,” was her grudging admission. She was way the fuck turned on but wasn’t about to tell him that, not that he hadn’t already guessed.

“Ten light swats from my hand, the same from the play paddle, and the ones from the fur side don’t count as punishment. What you’ve had so far is barely a warm-up. But it’s time to expand your education. For being such a poor student today, we’ll move on to the flogger and finish with a few licks of the crop. That will kill two birds with one stone, so to speak, by completing your implement lesson and concluding your punishment.” Leaning forward, he kissed her, his lips warm and soft and wonderful. She wanted more, but too soon, he pulled away. “Even with your lapses, you are doing well, Valerie. I’m pleased.”

And why did that make her feel warm all over? Not sexually but beyond proud to have earned his praise.

Standing, he returned to his position behind her, and announced, “I’m afraid these must go, too,” right before he curled his fingers into her waistband and her panties joined her yoga pants in a bunch at her knees.

“Lovely,” he murmured, stroking the insideofone thigh. “Pink and glistening wet, as I suspected you would be.” His voice deepened and took on an edge of authority. “Remind me of yoursafewords, subbie.”

“Green for go, yellow I’m scared, and red to make everything stop, master.”

“And you remembered who I am, very good. What color are you now?”

“Blue.”

“Blue?” he echoed, sounding perplexed.

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