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“Being punished is like getting to right his wrongs. He would slip up, and I would punish him, which to him was just as good as praise. It was still attention, and it would make all of his mistakes practically disappear,” she says before looking at me. “Does that make sense?”
I nod, thinking back to that night when he and I got into an argument about Eden. He was so afraid to confess what was really going on with them, and it makes so much sense now. He just wanted to do or say whatever would make me happy with him, so my asking more about his ex-Domme probably threw him off.
“It makes a lot of sense,” I reply with a nod.
“You can punish me if you want.”
My eyes grow wide as I stare at her in shock. “Me? Punish you? For what?”
“Whatever you want. Or nothing at all. Would you like to feel what it’s like to punish someone?”
It’s suddenly hard to breathe. I force myself to swallow, and it’s on the tip of my tongue to say no, but I don’t.
Iamcurious. So without overthinking it, I nod.
“Yes, I would.”
“Good,” Eden replies with a smile. “Text your boyfriend and tell him you’re coming to the club with me tonight.”
Doing as she says, I pull out my phone and type out a message to Clay.
I’m going to the club with Eden tonight.
She’s going to let me punish her.
Or teach me how, I guess.
I don’t know, but I’m excited.
When I’m done, I go to the dressing room where my clothes are waiting. The selection that is hanging up is different than before. I don’t know how I didn’t notice before, but none of them are black.
There’s a dark-green corset, a bright-pink skirt, a royal-blue dress, a bright-yellow bra and panty set, and a deep-purple lingerie skirt and shirt combo with sequins and gems so it sparkles.
“Am I in the right dressing room?” I ask, staring at each item.
From the other side of the curtain, Eden chuckles. “I figured we should try something different. You like them?”
I bite my bottom lip, inspecting the purple outfit first. “I do like them.”
“Good, try them on.”
Just as I’m pulling the purple skirt up my legs, my phone pings from my purse. I pick it up and see a message from Clay.
Punish her?
Can I watch?
“Clay wants to know if he can watch,” I say as I grab the purple top, ready to pull it on.
“Hmm… Tell him no. I want you focused on me without him there to distract you.”
I type it out.
She said no.
You’ll distract me.
Sorry.
