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There would be plenty of time in the next seven days to play with her to his heart’s content. Right then, it was vital he set the standard. “Remove the bra.”
    She only hesitated half a second before obeying. He smothered a groan at the sight of her dark nipples puckered up as if begging for his mouth. Not yet .
    “This way.” He opened the door and stepped out into the public playroom. The spanking bench in the back corner was empty, which was perfect for his purposes. Penelope had marked ‘maybe’ for exhibitionism, and he was about to see just how serious she was about exploring it.
    He turned to find her hovering in the doorway, her gaze jumping between the various couples engaged in scenes and the group of Doms and subs who lounged on couches situated near the elevator. The bench was on the other side of the room from the group, so the only people who would see anything were those already occupied with their own activities. It would give the illusion of being out for everyone to see while still maintaining a small amount of privacy.
    In short, it was a good place to start.
    When she didn’t seem all too inclined to step into the main room, he held out his hand, meeting her gaze in a silent demand for obedience. She frowned and stepped out to place her hand in his. “I don’t want whatever you have planned, Sir.”
    “You don’t want anything to do with me, so that’s hardly surprising.” He led the way around the scening couples and pointed to the bench. “I believe you know what is required.”
    “And I believe that you’ve got a stick shoved up where the sun don’t shine, sugar.”
    He grinned at her ass as she leaned over the bench. “You know, pet, I think I’m starting to enjoy the way you talk dirty to me.”
    “Was that a joke, Sir? I didn’t realize you were capable of making them.” Her accent was so thick it slid over him like honey on a warm day.
    Will casually smacked her ass. “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me. Now be a good girl and grip those bars on either side of you.” When she did, he nudged her feet farther apart. “Be very still and very silent and I’ll give you a reward after the punishment.”
    “Doesn’t that nullify the need to punish me, Sir? ”
    He spanked her again, a light smack meant to get her attention. “Silence, pet.” He crouched and went through his bag, touching each instrument before finally settling on a paddle. It had round holes carved into the wood, so it would hurt, but it shouldn’t be enough to push her over the edge. It would take some time to establish where her personal boundaries stood and, while he had no problem cozying right up to the line, he’d do his damnedest not to cross it. There was no joy to be found in traumatizing someone, and any Dom who thought otherwise was quickly found out and banned from Serve.
    “Seven.” He palmed her ass, giving it a good squeeze before he released her. “That’s the number of times you’ve disobeyed tonight, and that’s that number of strikes you’ll receive. Do you understand?”
    Her breath hissed out. “Yes, Sir.”
    He didn’t hesitate, bringing the paddle down on her ass with a smack. The goal was to ease her into the harder blows so her endorphins kicked in and pain became something closer to pleasure. She jerked, but other than her hands tightening around the bars below her, she didn’t respond. He waited a full three seconds, seeing if she’d safe out, but she seemed to be bracing herself for the next one. Good. He brought the paddle down flat across her ass, pausing between each strike to ensure she didn’t need to stop, counting aloud.
    Five. Six. Seven.
    Will dropped the paddle onto his bag and circled her, stroking a hand up her spine to cup the back of her head. Every muscle was relaxed and limp, the sign of a submissive deep in the bliss of subspace. Still, it was necessary to check, since this was their first time scening together.