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floor
to sit. She hissed as her abused bottom met the cool wood
floor.
    He put his finger against her lips when it
looked like she was about to complain. “No talking. Not yet. We’re
just getting started.”
    Her eyebrows arched expectantly. She looked
almost relieved to know the spanking wasn’t the end. He had to
smile at that. Leave it to Violet to want more even without knowing
just what that more might entail.
    Max kissed her forehead. “Sit here. Quietly,”
he added before standing. As he turned his back, he was almost
certain she’d stuck her tongue out at him. Feeling a bit
magnanimous, Max let it slide. He grabbed a chilled bottle of water
from the small beverage cooler at the wet bar in the back corner of
the room. He twisted off the cap and handed it to Violet.
“Drink.”
    She nodded and obediently sipped the cold
water. Once, in the early days of their relationship, when Violet
was new to the kinky world Max inhabited, she’d passed out cold
after a thorough spanking. It had scared the living shit out of
him. He’d assumed the worst, that he’d gone too far, had hurt her
or scared her. Maybe she wasn’t a real submissive but was just
giving him what she thought he wanted.
    In the end, it turned out she was just
dehydrated from running around on campus all day, hitting up the
gym for some crazy Latin dance class she loved and then skipping
dinner. He’d given his first real orders to her that night. No more
skipping meals. Stay well hydrated. Tell him no if tired.
    That had been four, almost five, years
earlier and they’d avoided another similarly frightening episode.
He still tried to be cautious, hence the cold water she was
presently sipping.
    While she sat quietly, Max took out a spool
of jute rope and placed it on the ground below the suspension
hooks. He wheeled over the shelved cart he sometimes used and
placed a variety of different implements on top. A knife for quick
cutting if there was a problem. A couple of different vibrators,
dildos and anal plugs. A tube of slippery lube. A blindfold,
handkerchief and ball gag.
    He felt Violet’s curious gaze following his
movements. She was free to look around as she pleased since he
hadn’t ordered her into a submissive eyes-down pose. Max enjoyed
her changing expressions. One moment, she seemed so excited by the
thought of being bound and suspended. The very next instant an
expression of uncertainty mixed with the tiniest hint of fear
crossed her face. She was probably imagining all the deliciously
perverted things he could do to her while she was helpless and
tied.
    Max crooked a finger in her direction. “Come
here, Violet.”
    “Yes, sir.” Violet set aside the bottle of
water. Licking her lower lip, she bent forward and fell to all
fours. Like a sleek, prowling cat, she crawled toward him. Her
lithe movements drew his gaze to the slow swing of her full hips
and the gentle bounce of her heavy breasts. When she reached his
side, Violet rubbed her cheek against his thigh like a pussycat
asking for a treat.
    “Sit.” He smiled down at her and stroked her
hair after she sat back on her heels, knees wide and palms up. He
plucked the ball gag from the nearby cart. “Open.”
    She complied like a well-trained puppy. He
slid the gag into place and tightened the buckle at the back of her
head. The blindfold followed next. He placed a white handkerchief
in her right hand. Any time he gagged Violet, Max made sure to give
her a second way to tap out if a scene it was too much for her.
“Drop the handkerchief if you want to stop. Nod twice if you
understand.”
    Violet’s head bobbed up and down dutifully.
He swept his fingertips along the curve of her jaw. His hands fell
to her shoulders. He kneaded her muscles for a few moments. “Up,”
he ordered and guided Violet to her feet. He kissed the side of her
neck. “Open your legs. Wider.” He smiled. “Just like that.”
    His hand moved down her body, following the
curve of her spine to settle