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club was so impersonal.” He huffed out a laugh. “Rubber sheets. Understandable, given the amount of use the rooms get, but hardly good for nurturing you after you’d been to subspace or comfortable enough for when I apply salve. No, this bed…I wanted it to be perfect. Somewhere we could also sleep after play. To just be together.”
    His thoughtfulness got to me, and I cleared my throat of the sudden lump that had formed.
    Before I could dwell on it further, he said, “So you’ve been keeping a secret from me. Would you care to tell me what it is?”
    I snapped my head from the bed to the tawse. He followed my gaze and half closed his eyes as though it would help him to know which of the toys I wanted. A small smile played about his lips, and I had the urge to kiss it away, to press myself to him and have him enfold me in his arms.
    I fought it and won.
    “There are only two things up there that we haven’t tried,” he said, turning to face me. “The studded paddle and the tawse. Which one is it that intrigues you?”
    “The tawse, Sir.”
    “And how would you like me to use it?”
    “Hard, Sir. As hard as you can get.”
    He hesitated for a second or two. “That may not be wise for your first time. You know how I like to protect you. Ease you into new things. The tawse isn’t like a flogger. And this one is so new…it will be painful.”
    “It’s what I want, Sir.”
    He let out a steady stream of air. “Good God, girl, it would be useless for me to try to deny you anything. I can’t. But if I feel it’s too much, that you’re holding off telling me you can’t take any more, I’ll stop, you know that.”
    “I want to see how far I can go,” I said. “How much pain I can take. I need to push myself.”
    “You realize I won’t use it without warming you up first, so if you were thinking of suggesting otherwise…”
    I had been. I should have known my care would be his first priority. Hadn’t it always?
    “Of course, Sir. I understand.”
    “There is something I want you to see,” he said. “Behind the door. Something else you’ve never used—not with me at least.”
    He closed the door and leaned against it, turning his head to one side to look at what he’d mentioned. A flogging horse—something I’d only ever seen online or in magazines—stood proudly, the legs fashioned with sturdy wood and intricately carved. The body was triangular—wood covered in black leather—the base the flat side, the top the point. At the end was a brown saddle, much like those used with horses, except this one had a large black cock jutting upwards from the center.
    I held my breath and contemplated which part I’d prefer to sit on. The main body, with its pointy tip, would slot nicely between my legs, pressing into my clit and anus. It would be uncomfortable at first, I realized that, but was yet another avenue for me to go down, to see if that kind of pain turned into pleasure and was something I’d want to experience again. The saddle and cock, however…now that called to me loud and clear.
    “Do you think you could handle this, pet?”
    I moved toward the horse until I stood beside it then reached out to run my fingertips along the point. It was too hard, too much for me at the moment. I didn’t feel seasoned enough. I walked along to the saddle and curled my fingers around the cock. It was as hard as Jaska’s got, the material it was made from—rubber?—as soft as his skin. The length, now that was longer than I’d been used to, but it appealed more than the harsh press of the point.
    “I could take this, Sir,” I said, gliding my hand up and down the cock.
    “Look up,” he said.
    I did and saw two ropes with loops on the end, hanging above the saddle from the ceiling.
    “You would put your wrists through the loops,” he said, “then grip the ropes as I hit you with the tawse. I can see you doing that, and the sight of it…would be something I’d love to see.”
    “It’s