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I’d like to watch again. Just in the main room if that’s allowed, Sir.”
    His smile grew as if he were pleased and he nodded. “I think that would be all right for now. I’ll introduce you to a few of the other members; you can get to know them and they can get to know you. You should remove your coat though. It’s warm inside,” he said, uncrossing his arms and setting his hands along the edge of the desk.
    She looked at him for a moment, her body ready, willing, wanting.
    With great attention, she unbuttoned her coat and slipped it from her shoulders. He held out his hand and took it from her, setting it aside.
    He waited, patient as ever.
    She reached for the hem of her sweater, took a breath, glanced from him to the floor and back to him. She could do this, couldn’t she? She’d thought about it all day. She could do this.
    But she soon dropped her hands. “I can’t. I can’t do it. I’m not ready yet to go in there… naked. I’m sorry.” And she was.
    He studied her for a few moments before reaching out and putting his hands on her arms, rubbing reassuringly. “It’s all right. When you’re ready,” he said.
    She exhaled and smiled. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
    “Shall we go in?” he asked.
    She nodded and took a deep breath to prepare herself. He opened a side door and gestured for her to go through it. She knew it led to the main playroom by the dark blue light and soft music that came from beyond and, picking up one leaden foot at a time, she crossed the threshold.
    His hand was at her back guiding her through. The club was quieter tonight and they walked directly to where two couples stood. One of the men was dressed in a suit; the other wore just pants, a coating of sweat glistening on his chest and shoulders. The latter held a mean-looking black leather strap in his hand. One of the women knelt naked at her husband’s feet and the other remained bent over a bench, her hands and ankles bound to the legs. As they approached, the men turned in their direction.
    “Gentlemen,” Kyan said. “This is Sophie. I hope you won’t mind if she’ll observe tonight. She’s new and curious.”
    “Welcome, Sophie,” one of the men said. The other repeated the words.
    “Thank you, um… Sir,” she said, glancing at Kyan, who nodded.
    Sophie couldn’t help but look at the markings on the buttocks and thighs of the woman who was bent over the bench.
    “Samantha thought she could take a strapping without sound,” the first man offered. She didn’t recall his name. “So far so good; she’d got a few strokes to go, though,” he said. “Don’t you, hon?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    The other man smiled with one side of his mouth.
    Then, while everyone watched, he raised his arm and brought the strap down hard on the waiting woman’s buttocks. The flesh quivered, its already reddened surface seeming to radiate heat. The woman didn’t make a sound louder than an exhale of breath, but Sophie saw a tear drop to the floor.
    “Ten,” the woman counted.
    Another strike. “Nine,” came her voice.
    Another. And another. By the time they got to three, she was unable to stop her small squeals.
    Kyan checked his watch. “Come,” he said, turning her.
    Sophie heard the last three strokes of the strap delivered in quick succession.
    Just then, a very pretty, petite blonde approached Kyan. She was wholly nude except for the collar at her neck that matched the irons on her wrists and ankles. Although Sophie blushed, she couldn’t help but look at her. She seemed to demand attention. She was slightly overweight, but walked with such confidence, it was as though she were unaware of her nudity altogether. Sophie felt rather than saw the shift in Kyan’s energy as the woman came closer, her heavy breasts bouncing as she walked fast.
    “Master,” she said, offering him her hands.
    Kyan took them and smiled, his eyes filled with a warmth that left Sophie feeling almost out of place with the couple—and