She nodded.
“Words, Betsy.”
“I understand.”
“If you’d obeyed the rules that are meant to keep you safe then he wouldn’t have gotten close to you. Or if you had wanted to scene with him a club Dom would have negotiated for you, they’d have ensured you were safe.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was such a big deal.”
“Which is why you need to follow the rules. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Right, so what’s your safeword?”
“Red.”
“What are your hard limits?”
“Umm, no whips. No needles or knives. Nothing that would break skin. Nothing permanent. No piercings or electricity. No scat play. I didn’t even know that was a thing,” she whispered, probably not intending for him to hear. “No humiliation. No blindfolds or gags. No bondage.”
“No bondage?” he asked surprised. “At all?”
She shook her head.
Fuck. She’d have been in real trouble with Jeffries.
“That’s it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What about sexual play? That’s okay?”
She stiffened. “It’s a soft limit.”
It surprised him, with the level of unease she felt at being touched, but he just nodded. “You marked age play as a hard limit?”
“I…I…yes.”
“All right, we’ll talk about that after your punishment.” He sat down on the bench. “Lay yourself over my lap, it’s a count of twenty.”
“You…you mean you’re going to…”
“I’m going to spank you. Twenty times. With my hand.”
A tremble rocked her. He gave her a few seconds to think that through. He wasn’t going to force her. That wasn’t what this was about. But if she couldn’t accept this punishment then they were going to have problems. She had to follow club rules, and accept punishment when she broke them.
She cleared her throat. “Twenty?”
“Twenty.”
“And you’ll stop if I say my safeword?”
“Yes. But there will be another punishment.”
“All right,” she whispered.
He held up his hand, waiting to see if she would take it. She slipped her hand into his. Still chilled.