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before.”
    The cane scared her even as it made her panties dampen. Was it the sight of Roman holding the cane, or the idea of being punished for his pleasure that turned her on so much?
    “Jessica,” Lauren said, pulling her out of her thoughts. “Do you mind if Roman sticks around for a while?”
    “Of course I don’t mind! I mean, it is your house, after all, sir.”
    With Roman watching, the experience would be easier, she supposed. And hotter. While the memory of Roman’s erection from her spanking yesterday got her more excited to play, she kept her expression calm. Nonchalant.
    “Okay, Jessica. Let’s start with some basics. We’re going to play ‘Mistress Lauren says.’ It’s like Simon Says, with consequences.”
    Consequences. She glanced at the wall of punishment implements and shivered. “Okay.”
    “Mistress Lauren says get on your knees.”
    Jessica smiled nervously. What kind of consequences had Lauren meant?
    I am in over my head. And Roman was going to watch every second.
    “Excuse me,” Lauren said, snapping her fingers. “I said, get on your knees, you cute little whore.” She smiled as she said it, as if it were an endearment instead of an insult.
    Still, Jessica’s mouth opened in protest. Whore? But she got on her knees and looked up at Lauren. Why had Lauren called her a whore?
    Because you sold yourself for forty thousand dollars, just like Elisabeth said. She was a whore. Jessica wanted to hang her head in shame, to call a time-out, to walk away. But instead she just stared at Lauren, the woman who was supposed to be her new friend, and tried to get angry instead of hurt.
    “Mistress Lauren says look at the floor.”
    Jessica obeyed, seething inwardly.
    “Mistress Lauren says put your hands on your head.”
    She did.
    “Lace those fingers, Jessica,” Lauren snapped.
    Jessica laced her fingers, her cheeks burning. Why was Lauren being mean? She much preferred playful Lauren to Domme-Lauren. Domme-Lauren was a fucking bitch. There. Anger. That felt much better than shame.
    Lauren tsked. “I didn’t say Mistress Lauren says.”
    Jessica didn’t move, just stared at the floor, the smooth hardwood hard on her knees.
    “Your first consequence. Stay there.”
    She heard Lauren’s heels click on the floor as she walked past her . . . to the wall. Jessica wanted to look up and see what was going on, but she didn’t dare. It sounded like Mistress Lauren was choosing an implement.
    Please don’t be the cane.
    “Spread your knees, sweetheart.”
    Jessica froze, unsure if she was supposed to obey, or if they were still playing ‘Mistress Lauren says.’ She chose to stay in position. If Lauren was going to play rough, she’d play right back.
    Lauren sighed and slid the riding crop between Jessica’s thighs, giving a little back and forth swat to emphasize that she should open up.
    “Sorry, Mistress,” Jessica said, spreading her knees, her instinct to apologize for herself outweighing her confusion. They were playing a game where she wasn’t meant to win, she could see that now.
    “Not yet, you’re not,” Lauren said. Jessica couldn’t see her face but she could hear the smile in her voice. And then the riding crop came straight up, the leather flap hitting square on her pussy. It wasn’t too hard. It didn’t hurt too badly. Instead, it seemed to fire up the nerve endings in her sensitive nether regions.
    I don’t want to be a whore. But the word rang over and over in her head, sounding truer each time.
    The thought of safewording came to mind again, but she’d feel like an idiot for wimping out over hurt feelings. She’d always imagined she’d only safeword if there was an emergency, like she was having a heart attack or something.
    “Mistress Lauren says, lie on the ground, face-up.”
    Jessica got on the floor, grateful to at least be able to see what was happening. She kept her hands laced on her head, since Lauren hadn’t asked her to remove them. From her