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Masculine, pure and primal. The scent of woodsy soap combined with the heady sensuality of power intoxicated her. Her thoughts were jumbled, and she had to think about every word he said.
    Phillip wrapped a thick strand of leather around his hand. “Ask me to leash you.”
    She felt her cheeks stain. She had to clear her throat before she could speak clearly. “Sir, will you please leash me?” He smiled, and pleasure replaced the momentary pang of embarrassment.
    He efficiently attached the length to the hook on her collar. He gave an experimental tug, and she responded, leaning towards him.
    “Good,” he said. “This time I’ll allow you to walk behind me. Unless you’d prefer to crawl?”
    “Uhm, I want to walk. For sure.”
    He waited, his posture stiff, brow furrowed, as if expecting her to say something more.
    It took her a few seconds to remember her manners. “I’d prefer to walk, Sir, if it’s okay with you.”
    “Better,” he said. “But you’ve already been reminded how to address me. This time, I can’t allow it to go uncorrected.”
    “Sir?”
    “I intend to reinforce my message.”
    She frowned.
    “I am going to spank you, Myka. Here and now in full display of everyone in the bar. It’s your choice. You can accept the punishment or have Tony bring the car around.” There was no hostility in his tone, just a statement of fact.
    With his foot, he pulled his chair out from the table. He shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over the back of the chair. Then, with economical motions, he removed his cufflinks and dropped them on the table. The pieces of etched silver glittered in the overhead light. She stared at them, anything to escape the surreal moment.
    When he rolled up his sleeves, she looked back at him. He sat. “Across my lap, sub, if you please.”
    The sight of his tanned and strong forearms sent a shiver of trepidation down her spine. What the hell had she got herself into? It was one thing to read about this, another to be here, in public, disgraced.
    “And you’ll lift your skirt so your buttocks are completely exposed.”
    She wanted the floor to swallow her whole. Her heart slammed viciously against her ribs. She’d already learnt that he didn’t joke. But how could he expect her to expose her bottom in the bar? Over the half hour they’d been together, almost every table had been filled. Some couples were dressed in business wear, others in club attire, but none of the subs had been chastised. Besides, she was new to this. Shouldn’t that count for something? “I’m trying my best to understand how this all works. I promise to be good, Sir.” She offered a tentative smile, hoping to mitigate the determination he radiated.
    Implacably, he said, “Safe word out or get your ass across my lap.”
    She was still kneeling, and so she saw the firm set of his jaw. She thought for a few seconds. She could get out of this, but then she’d never know what she was missing. More than anything, she wanted this experience, even if she had to endure the ridiculousness of a spanking.
    He pulled on her leash. Mortified, she gritted her teeth. But she submitted to his will. Within seconds, she was across his lap like the errant novice she was.
    She would have preferred a different position, but he had placed her deliberately, her butt facing the aisle, so that anyone who wanted to see her could. Thankfully that meant the table more or less shielded her face.
    “The skirt,” he reminded her.
    “Yes, Sir.” It would have been easier for her if he just rolled it up. But this man didn’t allow her to hide.
    He didn’t help her as she reached back. She squirmed and wriggled. The tight skirt had been selected to turn him on, but it wasn’t easy to pull it up, especially in this position.
    “Nice,” he said, when the material was around her waist.
    She’d chosen a garter belt and sheer stockings, and a thin, lacy black thong. The thong, skimpy as it was, would help preserve some