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challenge as Alani posed. “Reach your arms across the desk and hold on to the far side. No matter how much you are tempted, do not release your grip.”
    She took her sweet time getting into position. It wasn’t long enough to goad him into a temper, but it was considerably longer than it needed to be.
    She wriggled about, and he enjoyed the sight of her mostly uncovered tits pressed against the gleaming wooden surface. Since she was so petite, her feet barely reached the floor. Her calves were shapely in the stiletto heels. Her silk stockings snuggled her thighs and lower legs.
    But the view of her lovely, exposed skin above the lacy tops of her stockings was the real turn on. The black garters drew attention to the swell of her buttocks, soon to be reddened by his punishment.
    “You look lovely, painslut.” He stepped back. “Spread your legs farther apart. I want better access to your pussy.”
    “Sir?”
    “I intend to punish you fully, including your cunt.”
    Her face was turned to the right, so he couldn’t see the battle waging on her face.
    He waited her out.
    Approximately five seconds later, she spread her legs.
    “What’s your safe word?”
    “Will I need one, Sir?”
    “I insist.”
    “’ Ula. It means red in Hawaiian, Sir.”
    “What’s your understanding of using a safe word?”
    She wriggled about. “I’m not sure I understand the question, Sir.”
    “Some subs use a safe word if they’re uncomfortable or frightened. Some use it if there’s something on their nonnegotiable list. Some use it only if they’re terrified. Some doms will stop immediately. Some will check in before proceeding. Some will end a relationship.”
    “The club has a safe word, as you know,” she said. “I’ve never used it.”
    “And ’ula?”
    “I’ve never used it, either. I’ve never safe worded out of a scene.”
    “You discuss limits with your doms ahead of time?”
    “No,” she said.
    “Ah, then it’s because you’re always in control?”
    She didn’t answer.
    “Is that it? Or is it because you’re such a painslut that no one has ever given you what you want?” Marcus more than had his challenges with Alani. This woman was more complex than he’d initially thought, and the issues were likely deeper than Marcus knew. “Answer me.”
    “Neither,” she admitted.
    “The correct form of address is Sir.”
    “Yes. Sir.”
    He took a silent step toward her. She likely wasn’t aware of his movement. “I’ll make you aware of being a sub. And I’ll remind you who the dom is.” He landed a sharp, open-handed slap on her left buttock.
    She gasped.
    “Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir!”
    “What are we doing here, Alani?”
    She sighed. The sound wasn’t a protest, it was encouragement.
    He slapped her hard again in exactly the same spot.
    She shifted against the desk.
    “You want to get on with this, painslut? Or are you just hoping I’ll add more stripes for your bad behavior?”
    “I’m sorry, Sir.”
    “Do your doms always accept your apologies? Or does no one call you out when you’re a disrespectful sub?” Maybe you just hide it better with others?” Or perhaps others didn’t pay as much attention to her as he did. “What are we doing here, Alani?”
    “Besides talking, Sir?”
    When he didn’t respond, she said, “I’m being punished, Sir.”
    “What for?”
    “Rolling my eyes repeatedly and yawning during a scene with Master Richard. And then I earned two more for not getting into position on the desk when you told me to.”
    “And I’ll deduct those two because you didn’t call me Sir.”
    “Deduct, Sir?”
    “We’ve determined you’re a painslut. I’ll have to be more creative in punishing you.”
    She squirmed, maybe made a bit uncomfortable by his scrutiny?
    “What’s your favorite way to be punished?”
    “Whatever Sir chooses.”
    How had she lasted two years at Zones without AJ or Marcus reprimanding her? “What’s on your limits