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and then Karl stood, facing the group. “Power exchange is not about abuse of power. It is about mutual respect and allowing your energies to combine to make all involved better than they are alone.”
    He made a motion with his fingers to allie and helped her to her feet. Then he signaled to liege to stand as well and led them both to what looked like a padded saw horse. It had a board on either side mounted parallel to the top of the piece. All three surfaces were covered in what appeared to be red leather. Karl unhooked the leash and handed it to liege, who coiled it and placed it on the floor inside the legs of the furniture.
    Karl looked once more into allie’s face. His voice was gentle but firm. “Get on, pet.”
    She climbed onto the piece of furniture, placing one leg on each of the lower boards with her torso flat on the top. In this position she reminded Kane of a jockey on a race horse, with her ass up in the air, her legs slightly spread and her pussy accessible.
    “This is a spanking bench,” Karl explained to the group. “It can be used with the bottom either secured to the piece or not. She could also just lean over it, depending on the angle the top wants.”
    He rubbed a hand over allie’s ass, then without warning, he lifted it and gave her a sound slap. She jumped a little, but immediately he began caressing again and she relaxed with a sigh.
    After a few seconds, he slapped again, on the other side this time. Nikki, who had crept nearer and was now standing fairly close and taking notes, jumped violently and hastily retreated.
    “Questions?” Karl gave one more strike, then smiled at Nikki as he stroked the reddening area.
    Nikki looked around at the other two as if she was going to demand why they weren’t helping allie. Then she seemed to gulp. “Does she—enjoy that?”
    Karl chuckled. “Why don’t you answer that question, pet?”
    allie didn’t raise her head. Her voice came to them a little muffled. “Not at first, no. It hurts. But then the pain turns into a very pleasant warm sensation that’s worth all the discomfort.”
    Nikki took a half step closer but didn’t say anything else.
    “There are different ways to administer a spanking,” Karl told them with the air of a college professor. Kane wanted to ask why he’d never seen this class offered when he was at school, but he stopped at the concerned look on Nikki’s face. Probably better not to distract her with smartass comments right now. “If it’s meant as a punishment, you don’t want the sub to enjoy it, so you don’t give them time to turn the pain into pleasure. You hit hard and fast, and mostly in one or two locations. If you want them to enjoy it—which should be your intent the majority of the time—then you move around your strikes, giving them a few seconds in between so they can process it.”
    Nikki held up a timid hand. “Process it?”
    “Yes. Many submissives are masochists, which means they have the ability to turn pain into sexual pleasure. In most cases, BDSM scenes are not done for the benefit of the top, or Dominant. If we just enjoyed hitting people, we wouldn’t go to the trouble of learning how to do all these things properly. We might enjoy it, but only if our partners are getting what they need from the experience.”
    Karl let that sink in for a minute. Nikki made some more notes, frowning in concentration.
    While he was lecturing them, Karl’s hands never stopped moving across allie’s skin. He stroked her back, ass, and legs, allowing his fingers to graze her most intimate lips from time to time. Kane watched allie’s hips push back at his hand each time, obviously trying to get more contact. Karl just smiled and gave her a light swat, instructing her to get off the bench.
    They moved to a St. Andrew’s Cross against the wall, and Karl demonstrated how he would attach allie’s hands to the top half and her feet to the bottom with ropes or cuffs. allie stood in position, even though