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said, setting out a pair of black ballet flats. I walked in exquisite comfort toward the door, but Indigo hobbled on her shoe-weary feet. I let her lean against me, and I took her to my own suite instead of Mugunghwa.
    “Make yourself comfortable,” I said, darting into the bathroom. I needed a quick refresh before what I hoped would be a sizzling night.
     
    I didn’t know what I expected when Hyunkyung brought me to her rooms, but I should have known. Panicking, I picked up her room extension and punched in the phone card numbers from Great-Aunt Matilda. Just after ten in the morning her time, so she would be awake. I waited until the answering machine picked up.
    “This is Matilda. Leave a message if it’s important. If not, don’t bother.”
    I gave a smile at her trademark gruffness. “I need help,” I said. “Something’s weird here. Call me back to make sure everything is okay.”
    Hyunkyung emerged with the scent of fresh mint toothpaste and cleansing cream. She opened her hands to me, and I shrugged.
    “Come,” she said, and I did. “We must correct your failing.”
    I thought back to the shared, all-too-brief kiss, and I wondered whether she preferred more tongue.
    “You must learn to say my name correctly.”
    I groaned. “I’ll never get it right! It’s too difficult.”
    She took out a cedar chest and opened it. Inside lay an assortment of sexual toys, paddles, gloves, blindfolds, a whip, and a riding crop. I gulped. Maybe it was a good thing Great-Aunt Matilda would check on me. “Choose two.”
    “Okay.” That was easy enough. I searched for the least intimidating, holding up a thin wooden spoon and a red silk ribbon.
    She shook her head and put the ribbon back. “Not your first time. How about this?” She picked out a thick leather glove, right hand only.
    “Sure.” I didn’t know her game, but it couldn’t be wilder than Greg’s demands for threesomes that mainly included my performing with another girl under his direction.
    Greg. Damn it! Focus, Indi!
    “Come here,” she purred, and I spread my legs before bending over the edge of the bed. She stood over me and held me down, inspecting every inch. “Such a pretty color against your skin,” she crooned. “We’ll have to turn your bottom a lovely shade of rose to complement your new dress.”
    Good thing she didn’t plan on matching the blue-green of the first dress.
    She tugged the glove onto her right hand and swatted my bottom with hard, steady pressure. The leather gave an extra thud to the spanks, but I rumbled at the increase in warmth. If this was how she meant to turn the color of my skin, she could do it all night.
    Then she picked up the wooden spoon, and I remembered, too late, the terror that innocent-looking tool had inflicted in my childhood. Mom hadn’t spanked often, but every once in a while she got stressed enough to grab and whack. I had forgotten how much it hurt until now.
    “Stop!” I squirmed, yeowched, and demanded more time when the sting of wood against naked flesh grew to be too much. Whenever I begged for a break, she switched the spoon to the other hand and massaged with the heavenly glove until pain faded into a pleasant glow.
    “Say my name,” she demanded, and my stomach lurched. This was a dangerous game, if my previous lesson with Miss Cha was any indicator. I doubted Hyunkyung would be as patient.
    When my efforts proved too slow, she switched out the wooden spoon for the riding crop and fastened the vibrating bit of silicone against my most sensitive parts. The straps went around my hips like a kinky pair of panties. Then she switched the toy on, and my knees buckled in the effort not to wet myself. Greg and I had played with a toy or two, but he never liked anything designed to give me pleasure rather than him.
    I moaned, thrusting my hips and begging Hyunkyung to give me release. Instead, she switched the toy off and made me practice each syllable.
    “Hyun.”
    “Hun!”
    As