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against the back. Hardly professional, but this wasn’t a professional conversation.
    “Seems to me that you’re at an impasse,” Rob began. “The two of you are beautifully matched, save for this one sticking point. You’re the kind of Dom who gives her space to play but offers enough structure and command that she doesn’t feel out of control.”
    “Hmph,” Kellon grated. “That’s worked out so well for me.”
    His boss’ brows drew together again, and Kellon knew Rob was reading his body once more and deciphering his thoughts.
    “Don’t—” he began before Rob cut him off.
    “It’s not abuse, you know? You wouldn’t be lashing out in anger—Jesus, man. You have more control over your emotions than anyone I know. Even if you were pissed as hell when you spanked her, you wouldn’t beat her or be overly harsh. But Syb needs to know that you won’t hesitate to subjugate her if necessary—I know you respect her, but in the bedroom all of the bullshit of modern society ends. You’re the caveman and she’s your woman, and she wants you to deal with her. Believe me, you’ll find release in it and so will she—and if you go too far, she won’t hesitate for a second to use her safe word.”
    “I get that,” Kellon replied. He didn’t need another lecture on dealing with Syb.
    “Do you get how much she trusts you?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then you need to move before it’s too late. Syb is a desperate, confused sub right now. We screen The Dungeon’s clientele thoroughly, but I’m still concerned she’ll end up in the wrong man’s hands. Not every Dom knows how to handle a free spirit like Syb without crushing her.” Rob removed a paddle, belt and flogger from his side desk drawer. “I’ve booked you into the staff training center. Go get your head on straight then go get her. I don’t expect to see either of you until Monday for any reason.”
    Without another word, he left the office while Kellon eyed the implements on the desk. He’d become rather familiar with them over the past six months. Rob had prescribed their use as surrogates. They had sensors in them and were used on the mannequins in the professional discipline staff’s training center. The last thing Rob would allow was for a client to be harmed, so he’d worked with a group of engineers, who were like-minded in BDSM, to develop the instructional dummies. Much like on a shooting range, the staffs’ accuracy was tracked and evaluated.
    Knowing it would give him time to think, he gripped the soft leather of the belt in one hand and the paddle and flogger in the other. No one paid any mind to him, unless it was to take one look at his determined countenance and retreat from his path.
    The secretary at the training center glanced up with a smile as he entered. The look didn’t falter as she rose to greet him.
    “Mr. Marecek,” she said. “Right this way. I have your room ready.”
    She showed him into a brightly lit, white-walled room. This was one of the places in the club with no cameras—not that he thought anyone would watch him working over the dummy. Still, it comforted him to know he’d have complete privacy for his thoughts.
    He set the implements on a table near the door as the secretary walked to what was essentially a crash dummy bent over a spanking bench. She flipped a couple switches but didn’t explain what she was doing as she had for the first month he’d come here. He knew there were six phases in the session that began with his first stroke. A buzzer marked the end of each training module. Then after five minutes a green light on the back wall would tell him he could begin again when he was ready, but he could rest as long as he wanted between sequences. There were three rounds with the mannequin bent over the bench and three with it upright so he could use each implement he’d brought in both scenarios.
    “Okay, I’ll see you in a bit,” she said. “If you need me, I’ll be at the desk.”
    He nodded