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Janice giggled.

“And how about your soft and hard limits for punishment?” Rusty reached into the drawer of the large desk and pulled out a sheet of paper entitled “Punishments.”

“Now, is there anything on this list that you don’t want me to do, or that you’re not sure of? If it’s a definite ‘no’, put a check in the ‘hard limits’ box. For a ‘maybe,’ mark it down as a ‘soft limit.’”

Janice looked at the list. It was very long. There were things on there she didn’t even understand.

Figging.

Brazilian wax.

Pegging.

She asked Rusty what all of them meant, and as he explained, her head almost exploded. To be on the safe side, she marked a lot of them down as “soft limits” but she made sure to mark down humiliation as a “hard limit”, as well as a few other slightly scary-sounding things.

By the time they were done, the late afternoon sun streamed through the Maple cabin's windows, casting dappled light upon the worn wooden floor. Janice felt a mix of nervousness and trust as she stood in the cozy space with Rusty, preparing to embark on a new chapter in their relationship.

"Alright," she said softly, her voice wavering slightly. "I'm ready."

Rusty nodded, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "Remember, we're doing this together. I'll be here for you every step of the way."

Rusty led Janice into the back room of the cabin, and when she saw what was waiting in there, she gasped. There was all kinds of equipment in the simple wooden cabin: stools, racks, swings, whips, chains, paddles. It was like being in a BDSM dungeon—not that she’d ever been anywhere like that. She’d certainly fantasized about it, though.

“Wow,” she said. “This is . . . impressive.”

“It’s a lot to take in, huh?” Rusty asked.

Janice nodded. “Rusty, do you . . . do you take a lot of girls in here?”

Rusty took Janice by the hand, looking deep into her eyes. “I’ve never used the Maple cabin before,” he told her. “I’ve been in the space before, helping to clean it and fix equipment from time to time. But no, I’ve never been in here with another Little.”

Janice blinked at him. “What about other stuff? Have you had a girlfriend here? I know I have no right to ask, I just—”

“Darlin’, you have every right. And the answer is no. I haven’t had a single girlfriend at Littlecreek Ranch. Not even a fling.”

Janice felt relief surge through her. She knew she had no right to feel jealous, but the thought of Rusty getting intimate with other girls here made her feel deeply uncomfortable.

“You okay, honey?” Rusty asked. “You look sad.”

Janice nodded. “I’m okay. I guess I just realized how much I hate the idea of you being with other people.”

Rusty put his arms around her. “The truth of the matter, Janice Jameson, is that I haven’t even so much as kissed a girl since we were together.”

Janice’s mouth gaped open. “You haven’t?”

“Nope,” Rusty replied. “Never wanted to. Not when my heart was elsewhere.”

“Your heart is . . . still with me?”

“Always,” Rusty replied without pausing.

Janice swallowed. “But we still can’t be together? And you still can’t tell me why you left me?”

“I’m afraid not, sweetheart. But what Icando is kiss you and spank you until you feel better about yourself. And, after that, once I’ve built you up again . . . well. Then you’re free to go and be with a better man than me.”

There is no better man than you.

“Alright, Rusty,” said Janice. “I understand. This is a no-strings kind of a deal.”

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