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smooth-talking player. “I
bet you say that to all the women you teach this stuff to.”
    “You just earned yourself five slaps, trainee.” He lifted my
arms, and I felt my wrists being encircled with something cold.
    I bit my lip, realizing I’d made some kind of mistake. I
bowed my head as I’d been taught. “Sir, what did I do wrong?”
    He reached around me and pinched my nipples, making them
throb and my body hot. He bit my earlobe, and then said in a dangerous pitch
that made me shiver, “Two things. One, you didn’t address me as ‘Sir,’ and you
didn’t trust my words about your hot ass. Do either again and I will add more slaps
to your punishment. Understand?”
    I gulped. His twin had been gentler with me, though still
firm. Kane wasn’t keen on fooling around. He meant serious business, and that
got me shivering. “Yes, Sir.”
    “Better, trainee. Much better. Open your eyes,” he commanded.
    I did.
    He guided me to some chains dangling from the ceiling. With
such amazing skill, he attached clamps to the chain’s rings and then lifted my
arms up over my head. I watched him attach the cuffs already on my wrists to
the clamps. He stepped back and studied his work. Nodding, apparently pleased
by what he saw, Kane knelt down in front of me and attached a bar to each of my
ankles. It required that I spread my legs about a foot and a half apart. As
anxious excitement took hold of me, I felt my pussy begin to moisten.
    Again, Kane circled me several times, gazing at every inch
of my body. I knew my curves all too well and wondered why he looked
so...pleased by what he saw. Under his stares, I actually almost let myself
think I was beautiful. But this was only a lesson. He had a way of teaching
that likely drew in the newbie submissive. His gazes were just another part of
his training method. That thought got me to wrap a thick, protective wall
around my heart. I didn’t want to forget that I was only his trainee, his
student. Nothing more.
    Kane continued his inspection, which was maddening. He
wasn’t in any kind of hurry to get on with my lesson, and as each second ticked
by, my shivers became increasingly intense. Now, even my teeth were chattering,
though I wasn’t cold. In fact, I was hot, so very hot.
    “Perfect,” he stated flatly. “Now, what shall I use first?”
    I thought about asking for his open hand but instead pressed
my lips firmly together.
    “What did my brother use on you, trainee?”
    “His hand, Sir.” I hoped he would, too.
    “What else?” he demanded.
    “A paddle, Sir.” My ass still throbbed a little from last
night’s spanking from Reed.
    “Good to know. I think I’m going to use a cane on your ass,
trainee.” He stepped to the table directly in front of me. It held a variety of
toys.
    My heart thudded in my chest, and I blurted out, “I’m not
surprised, Sir. It has your same name.” Realizing that I’d broken protocol
again, I lowered my eyes but got the giggles. It was so inappropriate, like
being at a wedding and something gets you snickering where you can’t stop.
    I caught a glimpse of his smile, which faded fast. He fixed
his stare on me, making me jittery. “Don’t turn bratty on me, trainee. You’ve
done so well up till now.”
    I bit my lip and was able to back down the chuckle.
    “Now, where was I?” Kane rubbed his chin. “Oh, yes. I’m
going to use a cane on you.”
    I’d read about the use of canes in BDSM play in the
literature that Reed had sent home with me. My safe word vibrated on my lips.
    As if reading my mind, the gorgeous Dom told me what to
expect from the cane.
    “Trainee, this is my preferred tool.” He picked up the cane
on the table and held it up to my eyes. “It has a wicked kiss that you’re going
to love, but it can also soothe you with a sweet caress.”
    His knowledge and enthusiasm of the topic was evident to me,
and the more he talked, the more wet I became.
    “Now, I’m going to use the cane on you to warm up