Page 83 of Foreplay on Words

“He’s already taken a wooden paddle. Might as well put that into the rotation too.” She sounded amused.

“Have you two been practicing unsupervised?” My eyes widened as I took in his defensive stance, arms crossed, legs set wide, and an unamused smirk on his face.

“Uh...not practicing, per se,“ I whispered.

“Chase?”

“Why do I have to tell you?” she asked, sounding borderline petulant.

“Because your boy here looks like he’s being led to execution. Fess up.”

“Theoretically, what would happen if we played outside our sessions?” she asked.

“Well, normally, I’d punish you both, but it’s the first day, and I’m assuming you don’t want Evan here to flee the state.”

“May I speak freely, Sir?”

Emory’s eyes flashed to mine, and he nodded. “You may.”

“Chase and I may have had a little fun with a wooden spoon this morning,” I confessed. I didn’t want to start this relationship with him on a lack of trust.

“And you were safe?” he asked as he looked between the both of us.

“I remembered what you taught me,” Chase nodded.

“She corrected my stance, massaged me, and had me take a warm shower for aftercare. We acknowledged the safe word before we started,” I confessed quietly.

“Then I guess you’re forgiven. Please try to take this seriously—Chase—if you try to use something you aren’t ready for, one of you could get hurt,” he admonished.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied quietly with a nod, and I echoed it.

“Of course, Sir.”

“Moving on.” He held up a leather riding crop, and I was happy I knew what that one was. Never a thought I’d ever expected to have. “A crop can be used for all sorts of play. Most are leather, but there are nylon ones as well.”

“Last, but definitely not least, is your hand.” He held up his weathered palm, and we nodded. “It can be used for any type of play. It should be established before you start what kind of spanking you’re engaging in.”

“There are types?” I asked curiously.

“Pain, humiliation, punishment, sensation, erotic,” he listed off easily. “There are also different positions.”

“Yeah, there are,” Chase snickered and buried her face into my shoulder blade.

“Behave,” Emory warned.

“Yes, sir,” she giggled.

“Over the knee, doggy style, standing, kneeling, lying down, restrained...”

Damn...half of those were reawakening the problem I’d tried to ignore before. Chase and I had covered the doggy-style spanking, standing and bending over too. All at the same time...

“You ready to look at some toys?” Emory asked.

“Sir?”

“Yes, Chase,” he nodded.

“Shouldn’t you have Talia in here while you’re showing off her prized possessions?”

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