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I understand the need for them if these dildos are used for class after class.

Iโ€™m so glad I donโ€™t have to use condoms with Daddy.

โ€œHe asked me to move in with him for the summer,โ€ I whisper back. โ€œOmiโ€”goodness. Iโ€™m so excited. Iโ€™ve never done this full-time. Whatโ€™s it like?โ€

โ€œLiving with your masters?โ€ Her eyes shine. โ€œIt is every dreamโ€”โ€

โ€œLadies.โ€ The hunky, dark-haired instructor stops in front of us, and we both bite our lips in embarrassment. Not that weโ€™re the only ones talking. The room is filled with whispered conversations and smothered giggles, but Rose has picked a mat right up front, so weโ€™re easy targets. โ€œCondoms on?โ€

โ€œYes, uh, sir.โ€ I donโ€™t need him to carry a crop to know what he is. Heโ€™s a Dom all the way. I hold up my dildo. The red condom over the flesh-colored dildo looks as icky as itโ€™s going to taste, and I wish Logan had stayed so I could practice on something yummy instead. I console myself with the thought that heโ€™s going to let me demonstrate on him later.

โ€œItโ€™s Master Jason, and make sure you roll it all the way to the hilt, because you will be sucking it that far down.โ€ He unrolls the condom down the dildo another inch in a move that looks creepily well-practiced.

Chastened, I nod. โ€œThank you, Master Jason.โ€

He doesnโ€™t praise me or call me a good girl, the way Logan would, just moves on to check Vashiโ€™s and Roseโ€™s dildos. Rose holds hers out like sheโ€™s presenting him with an Oscar. He pats her head before he moves away.

I would hiss โ€œteacherโ€™s petโ€ at her, if I didnโ€™t remember how hurtful those words felt when they were aimed at me. Instead, I sit, silent and shamed.

Vashi leans over and whispers right in my ear. โ€œIt is masala chai every day.โ€

I smile gratefully at her.

โ€œWould you two stop talking?โ€

Rose hisses at us, quite loudly, causing the instructor to flash an annoyed, blue-eyed glance at me. I bow my head.

I take in the rest of the class, dutifully deep-throating the strawberry-flavored dildo as far as I can when instructed, but itโ€™s mechanical. Thereโ€™s no fun to it now and the nasty strawberry flavor of the condom makes my tummy churn.

When he arrives to collect me, Logan notices, because Logan notices everything.

He tips my chin up as he puts his arm around me. โ€œCocksucking Class too rough on your throat, little girl?โ€

I smell beer on his breath. The same way Ash used to smell of beer before heโ€™d want to have sex. Heโ€™d ask me questions I didnโ€™t want to answer, too. You know I still love you, donโ€™t you, E-Bae? You know I have needs, right?

I shake my head and look away.

โ€œThatโ€™s a mouthy sub you have there,โ€ Master Jason says, from where heโ€™s rolling up a yoga mat. โ€œIf she were mine, sheโ€™d be wearing a ball-gag for the rest of the day.โ€

โ€œEmily?โ€ Logan frowns and looks at me. โ€œWhat happened, baby doll?โ€

He blames me, too.

With my head bowed, I say, โ€œIโ€™m very sorry I disrupted your class, Master Jason. I didnโ€™t mean to be disrespectful.โ€

I turn away, moving out from under Loganโ€™s arm and through the outer doors of the Spa.

Behind me, I hear Vashiโ€™s soft voice, โ€œBut, sahib, there were many talkingโ€”โ€

I wrap my arms around myself. Iโ€™ve gotten her in trouble with her Dom, too. Wiping my eyes, I make my way quickly back to my room. The blanket fort is half-collapsed, a messy tumble of pillows and blankets between the couch and desk, disrupted by our comings and goings. It looks sad and stupid. Iโ€™m in the middle of pulling it apart and remaking my bed, when thereโ€™s a knock on the connecting door.

My heart jumps into my throat.

Then I force myself to relax. Itโ€™s Logan. Of course, itโ€™s Logan. An intruder wouldnโ€™t knock.

But when I open the door, it isnโ€™t Logan. Itโ€™s Master Niall.

I take a sharp step backwards.

โ€œCaileag, are yeh ahโ€™right?โ€ he asks.

I nod. โ€œWhereโ€™s Logan?โ€

โ€œHe stayed to speak with the instructor.โ€

He stayed to apologize for me, because Iโ€™m his sub and my poor behavior reflects on my Dom. Sickly strawberry squirts into the back of my throat as my stomach churns.

โ€œIโ€™m really very sorry about disrupting the class. Please donโ€™t be mad at Vashi. It was my fault.โ€

Niall tilts his head as he looks down on me. โ€œVashi said the same.โ€

That it was my fault? Way to throw me under the bus. โ€œIs she being punished? Please donโ€™t punish her.โ€

โ€œNae, why would she be punished?โ€

Of course, she wouldnโ€™t. Because itโ€™s my fault. Iโ€™m going to be punished. Thatโ€™s why Logan is speaking to Master Jason: to determine the depth of my transgression. Which is pretty deep since I kept talking even after Master Jason reprimanded me. And thatโ€™s why Master Niall is here: to keep an eye on the bad subbie while my Dom figures out my punishment. And we will be jumping directly to a punishment. The contract Logan sent me says that there could be correction or discipline before punishment, but I can feel the impending doom like the figurative sword hanging over my head. A real punishment is coming my way.

Rubbing my clenching stomach, I move back to sit on the edge of my half-made bed. I see Niall glance around my room and sink a little lower into myself at his frown.

โ€œSorry, Master Niall, I was just cleaning up when you knocked.โ€

โ€œWould yeh like any help?โ€

Heโ€™s offering to help clean up my mess? Thatโ€™s so nice. Just like Vashi said: he does the things.

โ€œNo, thank you. Iโ€™ll just finish up so Logan doesnโ€™t come back to this mess. Sorry.โ€

He nods. โ€œKnock if yeh need anythinโ€™.โ€

He closes the connecting door quietly and I sit for another moment, rubbing my stomach and feeling an accompanying sick swirl in my head.

You knew it couldnโ€™t last, didnโ€™t you, you silly girl? Sooner or later your stupidity would embarrass Logan. Donโ€™t think heโ€™s going to want you to

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