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Peter watched her ass bounce beneath his belt as the creamy skin morphed into a rosy blush. But what kept drawing his attention was Azalea peeking over her shoulder to see the punishment being given.

“Eyes forward, Azalea,” he finally ordered when his cock reacted to her brazen snooping. It wasn’t unusual for his dick to get hard during a punishment. He wouldn’t act on it, but he wouldn’t deny watching beautiful asses burn up beneath his punishing hand got him hard.

This time was different. It wasn’t until his eyes met Azalea’s that he felt anything other than duty.

He finished the last stroke of Aubree’s punishment.

“Think you can remember to sign out next time you go out?” he asked the back of her head.

“Yes, sir.” She nodded. He doubted it would be the last time she’d break the rule. Whether she actually forgot or because she just wanted a taste of true discipline, she’d find herself in this exact position soon enough.

He flipped her skirt down and helped her to stand from the couch.

“You shouldn’t have had to wait so long for this discussion, so you’ll be paid for the last two shifts you missed.” He patted her hands and let them go.

“What about the tips I missed?” she asked, her fingers fidgeting at her sides. Experienced or not, her ass was probably on fire and, as soon as she was out of his sight, she’d be rubbing it out.

“Don’t push it,” he said with a cocked brow. “Go stand in front of Azalea. Hold her hands for her. She won’t be able to stop from reaching back, and I don’t want to hurt her,” he instructed, noting the tension creep into Azalea’s body at his words.

“Yes, sir.” She dropped her gaze and went around the couch. Kneeling on the cushions, she reached out for Azalea. “It’s okay, hon,” Peter heard her whisper. “Ten isn’t so bad.”

Hmm. Maybe it was time to increase the strokes for the more experienced submissives in their employ.

“Give her your hands, Azalea. You wanted so badly to be here, now you’re here.” He touched her ass with his fingers. He never touched the Annex girls in such a way during their punishments. No intimacy, but Azalea wasn’t one of the Annex girls.

Peter saw Aubree catch the touch, and a soft frown appear on her lips. Maybe it was time he spoke with her about putting herself up for a long-term contract. Maybe she was ready for more than short-term clients and hour sessions.

Once Azalea’s hands were holding Aubree’s, he flattened his on her back in the same way he had on Aubree’s.

“When I tell you to stay somewhere until I come get you, what should you do?” he asked, adjusting his grip on the belt.

“Stay there,” Azalea answered after a long pause. Maybe she was considering fighting him on the punishment. He’d hoped seeing Aubree take her spanking so easily, she would accept hers as well. Ten strokes, at least while Aubree was in the room.

“Why didn’t you?” he asked glancing at Aubree. She had focused on Azalea, holding her and giving what support she could.

“I—” she sighed. “I don’t know.”

Not entirely true, but he would explore it with her later. Aubree was a stranger, and he wouldn’t force Azalea to spill her guts before her.

“Not really an answer, but I don’t want to keep Aubree here all day while you try to elaborate.” He patted her bottom, enjoying the slight bounce of her cheek. “Here we go. Ten.” He didn’t bother telling her to keep quiet. She either would out of sheer stubbornness, or she’d be unable to hold back the noise. He needed more time to train her.

Time. A concept he had no desire to contemplate at the moment.

She jolted with the first strike and stiffened with the second.

“Soften this ass, Azalea.” He tapped the folded end of the belt against her cheeks.

Once her muscles relaxed, he laid down the third and fourth swats of the belt. She didn’t make any noise, stubborn girl, but she did put her legs out straight behind her to clench once more.

He simply slapped the back of her thighs until she lowered them. “Don’t do that again, or you’ll have ten more belt lashes across your thighs,” he warned. Aubree looked up at him with his threat, but quickly concentrated on Azalea again, whispering something into her ear that he couldn’t make out.

“I asked you to hold her hands, not give her sympathy through her punishment,” he reprimanded sharply.

“Sorry,” Aubree muttered and pinched her lips together.

With a nod, he went back to the job before him. Azalea hadn’t turned back to look at him when he spoke. He brushed her hair from her back, letting it curtain around her face.

Another brush of his hand across her naked flesh, and he was ready to begin again.

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