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“What about the last scene we did, kitten? You came apart. I worry I took you too far, pushed too hard. I want to know whether you kept going for me, instead of safewording.”
Emma shook her head emphatically. “No, Sir. No. It was—it was perfect. It was so far beyond any other scene I’ve done. I’m sore, but I….I like that I can still feel you.” She whispered the last words, looking at her lap.
“Eyes on me, Emma.” I waited until she jerked her eyes up to meet mine. “I’m glad you like that. Because you’re going to feel a lot more of me today. Is this still something you want, that you consent to? Playing at my level, knowing how hard I’ll push you?”
Emma nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Your safe words still stand, just like last night. Use them if you need to stop play, if this is too intense for you. I need to trust that you can do that for me.”
She nodded sincerely.
I let my smile fade to a stern glare. “Now, let’s discuss your social calendar.”
Emma tilted her head, her brows knitting together. “Social calendar?”
I rubbed my chin. “Tell me about Thursday night.”
She looked deep in thought. “Well, I went to the Irish Rover with the girls. We talked. It was fun.”
“And how much did you drink?”
Emma swallowed hard. “Not much.”
I pinned her with a stare. “Try again. The truth.”
“Maybe two drinks?”
I didn’t move my glare from her face. I waited silently for her to crack under pressure.
“….or three?” Emma finished meekly.
There it was. “Allow me to be specific. Did you, or did you not, drink enough that it seemed like a good idea to ask Avery, to ask Brax, to ask me to scene with you?”
The blood drained from her face.
“Yes or no, baby.”
“Yes,” she whispered, her gaze on the ground.
My jaw tightened. “Thank you for being honest. However, I’m disappointed with your choices, Emma. It’s not safe to get drunk, especially when you’re out with just the girls. It’s also not safe to negotiate a scene through a third party. You know better. Now, you have a choice here. You always have a choice. You may safeword, and we will be done. Or you can accept your punishment. Think carefully, kitten. Risking your safety is serious and will be a serious punishment. It will hurt. Probably more than you want.”
Emma finally looked up to meet my gaze. “Are you—are you mad?”
I shook my head. “No, baby. I’m not mad. I’d never punish you or touch you, if I was angry. I’m disappointed. Your safety is important to me.”
I watched the emotions flit over her face, one after the other.
After a moment, she straightened her shoulders. “I’ll take my punishment, Sir.”
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Emma
Drewstoodfromthetable. I waited for directions. He might not be angry, but I knew better than to push him right now. I would be the picture of submission.
This was what I’d wanted, right?
He motioned for me to stand. I resisted the urge to cover myself while he walked me to a spanking bench in the center of the play area. I looked over at the wall while we walked. Had I ever noticed just how many implements were there?
