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held me close, flush to his chest, and lightly stroked his hands over my arse. His touch reignited the heat there, and I shivered in remembrance. I wanted more of what he’d done—and for longer. I couldn’t wait for the next time.
    “Everyone will know,” he said, “that you’ve been spanked. Your arse—it’s quite red and quite beautiful. They’ll perhaps wonder where it happened, whether they’d missed the opportunity to watch. How do you feel about that? About people hoping to see me smacking your arse?”
    I widened my eyes a little. Was he asking if I could go public? Already? “I don’t think I could do that yet, Sir. Newbie, remember? There’s so much for me to learn as it is. Letting others watch me? Perhaps sometime…”
    He nodded then pressed his lips to mine, giving me a kiss that had me curling my toes and forgetting to breathe. My head swirled with possibilities—me on a cross in front of an audience, Master Connor doing things to me I’d only thought about in the privacy of my own home, in the darkness of my bedroom. The idea that all my fantasies might be realized was surreal. He pulled back and I moved forward for more of his kiss but he denied it.
    “We’ll go on a short tour,” he said. “Then come back up here. Perhaps try some of the things we’ve seen.”
    I nodded, already eager to have him striking my arse again.
    He led the way from his suite, down to the second floor where the private rooms were situated. Most of the doors were closed, although shrieks of pleasure-pain echoed from within. They had my cunt throbbing as I imagined what was going on, how the subs were feeling while they enjoyed their Masters dishing out their preferred form of punishment or play.
    “Listen to that,” Master Connor said. “You could sound like that if you’d let yourself go.”
    I wondered if I’d seemed on guard in his suite, whether he saw more potential in me than I saw in myself. Could I give myself over completely? I had it in me to, and perhaps in time I could—with his guidance.
    “I want to learn, Sir,” I said, glancing into a room where a door was wide open. “Oh, God,” I whispered. “Look at her, Sir.”
    We paused to stare. As the door was fully open it meant we could join in if we had a mind to. I didn’t, I was content just to watch for now, but one day, who knew, I might have the courage to walk in and take what was on offer.
    A woman was on her hands and knees, facing away from the door. Her Master whipped her arse, standing quite far back—the bullwhip he wielded had a long reach. The lash as it whistled through the air was quiet, yet when it cracked onto her skin the noise exploded, melding with her loud scream of pleasure.
    “That takes some getting used to,” Master Connor said. “In my opinion, the bullwhip is something we would leave until last, after you’ve tried other toys. A paddle, a cat-o’-nine-tails, for example. All in good time, pet.”
    Red welts streaked her skin, and each time her Master struck she shunted back into it, as though the strength he was striking her with wasn’t quite enough. She whimpered, perhaps trying to express that she needed more, and her Master gave it. He flicked the whip with such ferocity I held my breath, waiting to hear her screech shatter the quiet of the room.
    “She’ll enjoy looking at her arse tomorrow,” Master Connor said, taking my elbow and drawing me closer to his side. “And when she moves, when she feels the sting twenty-four hours later, she’ll remember what she’s been doing. I suspect it’ll keep her going until they meet again.”
    I could identify with that. Already I was anticipating my next scene with Master Connor, longing for the feel of something harder on my arse and buttocks. My cunt dampened, and I squeezed my legs together, stifling a moan.
    “How does it make you feel, to watch?” he asked.
    “Like I shouldn’t, like it’s too private, but at the same time I could just stare and