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laughed. “Very true. So speak to me. You obviously do not care for the kid any more than she cares for you. On that note, feel free to push her if you must. She needs to learn how to submit to your position if she is to stay.”
    “I gather you have already made up your mind to keep her. Foolishness, if you ask me.”
    “Your jealousy is very attractive, but it still won ’ t change my mind. Answer this question… How can one punish a masochist? Other than by denying them punishment.”
    “Every masochist has certain ways they enjoy pain and suffering, but that doesn ’ t mean they enjoy them all. For example, she might love being whipped, but hates being paddled. You need to discover what she hates, and use that to discipline.”
    “She reacted adversely to the rattan cane last night, and I did not deliver punishing strokes, either. She did enjoy tapping…”
    “ Who doesn’ t enjoy tapping, Blake?” Giada giggled. She straightened her face. “You mentioned earlier that she is seeing a therapist. Perhaps you can make an appointment and get some information.”
    Blake hummed, thinking. He already had an appointment with Ginger set up in two days. The difference was that she was the client. Yes, he could find some very pertinent information if he played his cards right.
    “Excellent idea. In the meantime, we just need to watch her reactions. She hates manual labor, so that is a wonderful punishment.”
    “Those are her chores. She will perform those regardless of how she behaves. We can vary them, though, to keep her flexible.”
    “Once again, you are correct,” Blake acknowledged. “I also know that she protested vehemently against being punished by a woman. That might be an interesting topic to explore.”
    “It depends. Masochists tend to be very manipulative in order to get what they want without directly asking. Has she had any real experience in dungeon play or corporal punishment?” Giada questioned.
    “ I don’ t think so. I intend to talk with her later about her limits. I am pretty good at assessing the nature of the information I am given. Keep me up to date on everything that happens. Now stand up and remove your panties.”
    “What?”
    Blake frowned as he lifted a heavy Lucite ruler from the desk drawer and tapped it against his palm. Giada paled, reaching under the nondescript gray dress and lowering the white cotton panties to her ankles. She stepped out of them, bent down to pick them up, and placed them in Blake ’ s outstretched hand.
    He tucked them into his pocket and used the ruler to point to the chair in which Giada had been sitting. She leaned over, grasping the edges of the chair and placed her forehead down on the cushion. Her legs were spread wide, knees straight, and pale gold bottom jutted high into the air. Her dark furred pussy and light brown bottom-hole contracted with the exposure to cool air.
    “When was the last time you were punished?” Blake asked, running the edge of the ruler back and forth over her unmarked skin.
    “Two months ago, Master. Please don ’ t…”
    “Silence,” Blake ordered, striking the button for the speakerphone. “ Hola !¿ Có mo est ás ?”
    “Blake! Old friend! How have you been?”
    “Good. I apologize for not coming by lately. We have been foaling. Anything new with you?”
    “No,” Humberto chuckled, “unless you count the defiance of my beautiful wife. I have been meaning to send her your way for some reminders.”
    “I am glad you brought that up because she is bent down, bare-assed in front of me right now so that she may be punished. Are you aware that this naughty lady of yours snuck out on her day off in order to avoid you while you took care of your accounts?”
    “So that is where she went to. I am very disappointed,” the other man answered with a chuckle.
    “You don ’ t sound the least bit disappointed. I wanted to get your permission to mark her.”
    “Permission? You never need that from me. Just make