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“That’s okay. I’ll drive you back.”

“Not necessary.”

“No but I want to.”

“Sounds good. I can come up for the weekends or maybe in the middle of the week.” As I made the plans, my stomach sank as I grew anxious even thinking about being away from him. Mates, shifter mates, once they found each other didn’t part ways. They usually rushed things and moved right in. But Samuel had his job, and I had mine. Even if we started a family, I wanted to work and contribute to the household.

“I’ll come and see you at your home. We will make it work.”

I pushed my plate away, sated by the food but not even close to being sated by my mate. “How, oh how, should we work off that meal?”

“I don’t know. A walk?” he said, sidling over to me.

“Hmm, that would require a shirt and shoes. That won’t do. Any other ideas?”

“I have a few.” He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom where we expended all those calories and more.

Chapter Sixteen

Samuel

“You don’t have to do this publicly,” I said for at least the fifth time. “The first real spanking can be pretty intense for some people.”

We’d made love a number of times, but only the one spanking the first night. And now, here we were, at the club, in front of many people, all of whom seemed to know it was his first time for a true bench experience. Our little session at home did not truly take his spanking virginity; at least it wouldn’t have by most of their definition.

“I want to,” he insisted. “We’ve already talked about this. And I’m already laid out like a turkey dinner.”

We were at one of the spanking stations, and Echo lay over the bench. He was naked, hands tied over his head and ankles to the other end of the bench. In future, I might not do this, but it was too easy for a newbie to move suddenly and end up spanked or flogged in a place we did not want to go. Too high on the back could end up harming the sub’s kidneys; too low, and their balls were right there fully exposed. Not that they might not get some sort of attention, but it had to be careful and deliberate.

A small crowd gathered around us, and I felt unaccountably nervous. Me. The one who gave demos and showed how it was done. But it had never been with someone I loved before, and I also felt a twitch of possessiveness. His body was mine—and I hadn’t been anxious to share it, but he wanted this. And judging from the way he lay so comfortably, my omega had a bit of exhibitionist in him. I could deal with that as long as nobody but me touched him while he was like this.

And nobody would. The DM stood guard to ensure my orders were followed. To keep everyone outside the marked linesof the station and their hand to themselves. I leaned down and whispered, “Ready?”

“Yes, alpha.” He had been instructed to call me alpha or sir at the club, as was respectful, and hearing it from his lips had me hard every time. “I am ready, sir.”

He was killing me.

I began with warming him up, first with firm rubbing then light pats that worked up to the level of spanks I’d given him on our mating night. His breathing was a little ragged already, and I reminded him, “In and out, omega. Deep breaths, slow…don’t forget to breathe.”

I hadn’t decided whether to proceed beyond just the use of my hands, wanting to watch his reactions, but they were everything I could wish for, and I reached into my toy bag for a paddle I’d had made just for tonight. Just for him. I laid it on his hot skin, the pale wood against the redness the hottest thing I’d seen tonight. “I’m going to give you ten strokes of the paddle.”

“Yes, sir.” Oh my Goddess. I’d been called sir by a lot of omegas and never reacted this way. Sex happened here all the time, and nobody would mind or be surprised if I opened my pants and fucked him, but I wasn’t ready to share that part of our lives yet, and maybe never would be.

Instead, I lifted the paddle and said, “Count them off.”

“One.” The crack of wood against taut skin echoed in a room that had become very quiet around us. Had everyone stopped their play to watch? I’d deliberately chosen a midweek day when it was less crowded for his first experience here, but there were dozens on hand. “Two.”

Each swat was a bit harder than the one before, and the last raised welts. But he never safe worded. Never cried out. Just moaned and whimpered and took what I had to give.

“Ten.” And with that, he burst into sobs, shaking like a leaf.

I untied him and lifted him into my arms, carrying him and my bag to the conversation area where I found a quiet corner for aftercare. I cuddled him close while he cried as if his heart would break. Then, when he settled a bit, I turned him over my lap but not for a spanking. I applied ointment to his bottom, which still glowed red. The welt had already begun to recede, and nothing I had done should be making him cry from pain.

No…spankings had a magical ability with some people to release years of emotion. Of mental pain or other kinds, and all I could do was let him let it out. Still, knowing that didn’t make it any easier to see those tears. Sure, he’d feel better afterward, cleansed even, but I hated that he’d had all that locked inside him to start with. It made me want to find anyone responsible and shred them with claws and fangs.

Chapter Seventeen

Echo

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