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thinking?”
    “What?” She was breathless, her knees shaky. “What were you thinking, Sir?”
    “That as soon as I possibly could I was going to sink my cock into my new wife and show her how much I loved her.”
    “Yes, you did that.” She nodded. Damn, it was so good when he touched her. It always felt like the first time. She couldn’t imagine not being greedy for more.
    “And I will again. Soon.”
    He stepped away, his movements abrupt and once more making Melody chilled at the loss of his body heat.
    She spun around, holding the dripping jug of water, and her skirt fell into place.
    “Come on,” he said, moving a little stiffly toward the door. “We should go to our guests; it’s time for the fun to begin.”
    She was about to ask what fun but he’d already left the room.
    Returning to the table, she took her place next to Tia. She squirmed on the seat, wishing she could get some kind of satisfaction. Ivor was teasing himself and her and the need had grown inside of her to the point it felt like a heat wave washing over her skin.
    “You okay?” Tia asked. “You look a little flushed.”
    “I’m fine.” Melody nodded. “Frustrated but fine.”
    “Why, what—?”
    “I discovered a rather pleasing new implement today,” Ivor said, holding up the breadboard and rubbing the crumbs from it. His commanding tone let every sub in the room know they had to be quiet and give him their full attention.
    “Oh?” Kyle said, eyeing the flat wood. “That looks interesting.”
    “It is, and will no doubt appeal to you. As Melody reminded me earlier, you have a fondness for using household items when it comes to punishments.”
    “I do indeed.” He held out his hand. “May I?”
    “Of course.” Ivor handed it to him.
    Melody squirmed again on the seat.
    She caught Ivor watching her.
    She wasn’t sure if he was pleased she was squirming or cross. But she couldn’t help herself. Her arse tingled at the memory of the paddle and her pussy was so wet from arousal she was quite uncomfortable.
    Kyle turned the board over a few times, then appeared to test the weight of it. “Nice.” He nodded. “I like it.”
    “I think you will,” Ivor said.
    “Perhaps we should try it out,” Rupert said. “If that would be agreeable with everyone.”
    “I don’t see why not,” Ivor said.
    Rupert turned to Lottie. “We want your arse.”
    “Yes, Sir.” She had her hands in her lap and dropped her gaze to look at them. “Of course, Sir. Whatever you wish, Sir.”
    “Bend over the table.” Rupert stood and held the back of her chair.
    As Lottie got to her feet, he moved the chair to one side, well out of the way.
    Melody watched on, excitement running through her at the prospect of seeing the board in action. It was however tinged with a little jealousy that she wasn’t going to be the guinea pig, and that Lottie had stolen the leading role.
    Kyle also stood, wooden board still in his hand. “May I?”
    “Of course,” Rupert said.
    Kyle set his hand in the centre of Lottie’s back and pushed her so her body was flat on the table.
    She folded her arms and pressed her brow to them, as though staring at the table’s surface.
    Rupert pulled up the base of her white dress, exposing the orbs of her buttocks. It seemed she, like all the subs in the room, had not been permitted to use underwear.
    From where Melody sat she could see Lottie’s buttocks were already pink, the lingering heat of her earlier spanking still evident. She glanced at Ivor; he too was looking at Lottie’s delicate arse.
    A fizz of jealousy went through her and she hoped she’d hidden it in her expression.
    “She does exasperate me when she can’t decide what to wear for an evening out like this.” Rupert rubbed Lottie’s flushed skin. “So she was punished and I took the decision out of her hands and laid out this outfit.”
    “A very wise course of action,” Ivor said, looking at Melody. A twitch of a smile tugged at his lips.