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“For our safety, sir.” Aubree’s response came as automatically as his questions.

“Where did you go that night?” he asked.

She glanced up at him but lowered her gaze when he raised his eyebrows.

“I went out with some friends. To a bar on the north side,” her answer came softly. He didn’t usually probe into the social activity of the girls. They weren’t slaves, after all, and were entitled to their privacy.

“Did you have a good time?” he asked. From the corner of his vision, he could make out Azalea staring at Aubree.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. You aren’t going to have a good time right now, though, are you?” he asked moving toward the large leather couch pushed up against the far wall of the office.

“No, sir.” She kept her eyes down, but Azalea freely watched him move about the office. So much for her taking a cue from Aubree.

“Please explain to Azalea what happens when the rules are disobeyed.” He pointed at Azalea, whose face had reddened nicely since he started talking.

“Uh.” Aubree sounded hesitant. He had strayed from the usual script of these discipline sessions.

“Go on,” Peter prompted as he pushed the couch away from the wall and several feet toward the middle of the room.

“When we break a rule, we are given a spanking or are taken off duty.” She paused. “Which means we can’t earn any money.”

“They ground you from income?” Azalea asked with a hushed whisper.

Aubree let out a soft giggle. “I suppose so. It’s not usually very long, but this time—” she stopped talking and looked over at Peter. He caught her short glare but didn’t rebuke her for it. She wasn’t wrong.

“Azalea, tell Aubree what happens to naughty little submissive girls who don’t stay where they’re put.” Happy with his placement of the couch, he put his hands on his hips and watched Azalea’s eyes widen and her mouth drop open.

Aubree wouldn’t get much out of the session other than paying her consequence and getting back on the roster for work at the clubs or taking clients at the Annex. But Azalea had some learning to do.

“Now, Azalea,” he said with a firmer tone when she seemed to have shut down.

“I suppose you spank them, too.” She thrust that damn chin of hers out again.

Peter couldn’t help but grin, and he noticed the slight upturn of Aubree’s lips as well.

“You suppose correctly,” he deadpanned. “Both of you here and bend over the back of the couch.” He patted the leather padding.

Aubree didn’t argue, simply walked over and did as instructed. She wasn’t a short woman by any means, so she could still keep her feet flat on the floor while draped over the back. She’d worn a skirt for her meeting with him, which he appreciated. Made his job a bit easier.

“Azalea. Now. Or we can discuss this again upstairs when we are finished here.” As it was, she’d already taken away the playful spanking he’d wanted to give her after he was finished with Aubree. He wouldn’t play with her after he punished her, at least not until a few hours passed. No sense in mixing business with pleasure and ruining all the work the punishment had done.

As though her feet were lodged in cement blocks, Azalea trudged to the couch. She gave him another glare when she pressed her legs against the leather but didn’t try to talk him out of it. With as much grace as she could, she climbed into position beside Aubree. Being much shorter than Aubree, she had to stand on tiptoe. But her ass wasn’t as high as he wanted it, so he’d have to fix that.

First, he went to Aubree and flipped her skirt up her back. No panties. Good girl. Then he moved over to Azalea, reached in front of her to undo her jeans, and tugged them down. She grunted when he pulled them to her knees and a hand flew back when her ass was completely exposed.

“None of that.” He smacked her hand and pushed it away from his target. Gripping her hips, he manhandled her until her ass was the same height as Aubree’s, making her feet dangle in the air.

He could imagine the fury in her eyes at being put in such a position, but she had no one to blame but herself.

Peter worked the buckle open and ripped the leather from his pants. Two sets of naked buttocks clenched at the sound.

He really did have a good job.

Folding over the leather, he stepped up to Aubree first. Let Azalea hear the spanking and wait for her own. Maybe the anticipation would get her head in the right spot.

“Ten, and I don’t want to hear a sound, Aubree.” He placed his hand flat on the small of her back to keep her steady and delivered the standard punishment. Other than a gasp and groan, she remained quiet during the spanking.

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