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“No. Next time, maybe.” Andrei grinned.

“There won’t be a next time,” Colette declared.

Now Andrei snorted.

Colette swallowed the urge to insist that there wouldn’t. That last night was both the night she admitted she loved Landon, if only to herself, and the night she ended anything intimate between them.

“You were spanked, received no aftercare from the Dom who spanked you, got limited aftercare from a different Dom, then went back and had sex with the first Dom?” Rolf spoke slowly, as if he couldn’t believe what he was saying.

Colette smiled at Rolf, looking at him through her lashes. “It was a long night.”

Rolf shook his head. “Turn around and bend over.”

Colette stiffened at the command.

“Thief,” Rolf’s voice rumbled with command. “Show me your bottom.”

“You’re not my Dom,” she shot back, though her stomach was tight.

“No, but I’m the Dom in residence right now, and the care and safety of the club subs is my responsibility and privilege. If you want to stay in the club, you’ll do as I say.”

Slowly, Colette obeyed, turning her back to Rolf and bending. She grabbed one of the cubby shelves, her muscles tight.

“I need more light, Andrei.”

Colette felt exposed and irritated, but not afraid or embarrassed, as Andrei brought over one of the camping lanterns she’d been told were available in case a Dom needed more light.

She looked back over her shoulder as, in tandem, Rolf and Andrei bent to examine her ass, Andrei holding the lantern up with one hand.

Her lips twitched in amusement, and she wiggled her butt. Andrei looked up, smirking. Rolf made a tsking sound.

“Hold still or I’ll tie you down.”

“Promises, promises,” she purred.

“Your skin is raw and you have a few bruises. Paddle?” Rolf asked.

“Just his hand.”

Rolf looked up, eyes a little wide. “Quite a spanking.”

It had been.

“I gave her an ice pack to sit on,” Andrei said.

“No aloe or arnica?”

Andrei shook his head.

Rolf peered at her ass once more. “Get me the aloe. It’s probably too late for the arnica to be of use, and if it was more sting than thud, aloe’s better.”

Usually hand spankings were all sting, but there’d been some thud to it too.

Andrei opened a drawer, then passed Rolf gloves and a pump bottle of aloe vera after sun cream. Rolf pulled on the gloves then squirted some of the lotion onto his palm before rubbing his hands together.

“I can do it,” she said, now feeling awkward. The gloves gave this an oddly clinical feel.

Landon had worn gloves when he played with her rear entrance, but it hadn’t felt like this.