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 No. Mac shuddered and buried her head in his shoulder.
Satisfaction washed through him like a warm wave; she had learned to look to him for
comfort. He stroked her fair hair, silky strands over satin skin.  Then there is nothing we need to
do now. But from the continued tenseness in her body, he realized she was listening, fearing to
hear the whip or Cynthia.  The room is soundproofed, little cat. You can't hear anything.
 Oh.
But she'd listen anyway. Carrying her in his arms, he joined the group around the fireplace
and took the empty chair across from Drake. Every sub had reacted in exactly the same way as
his. On the couch, Peter held Hope in his arms, and Tess sat on the floor between Zachary's legs
with his hands massaging her shoulders. The Doms all had the same grim look in their eyes, even
Drake.
The punishment had to be done, but no one was pleased about it. And everyone was
listening.
 Little cat, Alex murmured.  Would you put on some music for me? Maybe Enya? I'm
going to serve drinks.
 Yes, Sir, she whispered.
He held her still so he could smile at her.  I like the way that sounds. You please me,
MacKensie.
A flush bloomed in her pale face in response to his approval.
By the time he'd finished making up everyone's usual drink, the soft sounds of Enya filled
the room.
Drake smiled slightly when Alex handed him the scotch he favored.  You're a good host,
and this is an excellent diversion. Thank you. He took a small sip, then put the glass down.
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Alex took the last two drinks off the tray and reclaimed his chair. He set the drinks on the
small table and held his arms out, pleased when MacKensie burrowed back into his embrace
without hesitation. He handed her a gin and tonic and picked up his scotch, then glanced at
Drake.  You think this will be the end of it?
Drake frowned.  As far as copycats, yes. I gave Steel a camera for before-and-after photos.
Although I'll black out her face, Cynthia's body is quite recognizable, and the story of what she
did is making the rounds. When the pictures from tonight are posted over the bar, I doubt anyone
will consider duplicating what she did.
The talk turned general, and the Doms encouraged the subs to join in to keep their minds
off the scene being played out in the dungeon.
Zachary told how his new ram had butted him off his feet; Tess teased the rancher about
the dungeon he'd built in the barn. Hope had several troublesome students creating chaos in her
classroom. Peter suffered from a backlogged caseload that kept him working late each night.
 You know, we never asked how you met, Hope said, smiling at Mac.
MacKensie stirred in Alex's arms.  We exchanged houses. Butler needed someone to care
for him while Alex attended some conference close to my hometown. She frowned and looked
up at him.  After seeing your house, I couldn't believe you wanted to use my little place.
 I've found staying in a real house even little ones more comfortable than any motel
room. And it's worth the drive if I can get out of the city and enjoy a smaller town.
 Oh. MacKensie returned her attention to Hope.  Anyway, he missed his flight and
returned to the house.
And found her in a wonderful position. Alex grinned as red streaked across MacKensie's
face. She obviously hadn't forgotten either.  She was nice enough to let me stay in my own
home.
He heard the little sigh of relief that he hadn't gone into detail.
With a little click, the music came to an end. Mac turned toward the dungeon.  Why isn't
he done?
 Steel was furious he'd been used in such a way, Drake said.  And he's a master with the
single tail. He won't break skin, but she will be marked for quite some time.
 You must love her a lot to punish her like this, Mac said.
Alex frowned at the peculiar statement and realized there was something odd in her voice.
Wistfulness? Envy?
His glance at the others silenced them.  What other punishment could we have used, little
cat? Alex asked softly.
Her hand resting on his chest curled into a small fist.  If you didn't like her, you'd put her
out of sight. Send her where you didn't have to look at her.
Such a matter-of-fact statement. A reality to MacKensie. Alex frowned as dawning
comprehension created a knot in his stomach.  So Cynthia knows we love her, since we're
whipping her raw?
Her cheek rubbed against his shirt as if she were the little cat he called her. Even as she
snuggled, a frown formed between her brows.  I don't know about whipping. It seems awfully
harsh.
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 I guess we could have flogged her. He paused. No response.  Or caned her. Paused.  Or
spanked her.
MacKensie's breathing increased, and the tiny muscles in her lips quivered for a second.
 Yes, maybe a hard spanking. Would she know what it meant, though? He threw that out
blindly and got more than he'd anticipated.
 Only girls who are loved get spanked. She'd know that. Again, a reasonable tone.
Spanking and love went together in MacKensie's world, a thought pattern probably established
so young, she didn't even realize it. He'd dig further. But for now she needed to know she was
valued as much more than Cynthia. He could give her that. With a little help.
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