screaming for his attention. He had a pregnant wife, a toddler, and they’d moved into a new home. Z wouldn’t have time to breathe, let alone deal with this mess.
Well, if nothing else, Ghost would help organize the Masters to—
“Hey, Colonel. You’re back!”
Ghost turned. “Evening, Cameron. What’s up?”
The young man approaching him was perhaps, early twenties, reminding Ghost of the soldiers he’d commanded. And he had a newer Dom’s enthusiasm. He’d mentioned how he spent all the years since puberty not understanding the urges simmering under his skin. Here, he’d found a place where he was understood.
“You’d said once you’d show me how to use a cane.”
“Of course.” Ghost eyed him. “That was a while back…”
Cameron’s expression was disgruntled. “Yeah, I’d hoped to attend a class, but there haven’t been any or even demos for maybe a month or more.”
It appeared Wrecker had abandoned the teaching Z considered to be one of the club’s main functions. Not being here, the Masters hadn’t realized. Z rarely scheduled classes—he’d simply draft whatever Master or Mistress was at hand when he wanted something taught.
Here was another way they’d let the club down.
Cameron gave him a hopeful smile. “Maybe, if you have time now…”
“Absolutely.” Ghost tilted his head. “Do you have a volunteer?”
Cameron flushed. “No. I haven’t met many of the submissives.”
Ah. “Let’s see who we might find. How sadistic are you?”
“Uh, I like fairly hard, but not to the point of blood.”
“All right. We need one who likes some pain.” Turning, Ghost led the way to the sitting area near the bar where the unattached submissives tended to hang out in hopes of being approached by a Dom. He checked them over.
There was a nice variety of young to old, with various genders and orientations. A few nearly vanilla types. Two who wanted to be dominated, not hurt.
Three were masochists.
One called herself a pain slut. Being on the old-fashioned side, he’d never been able to embrace the term.
He glanced at Cameron. “I’d suggest the lady in the red corset. Angelica likes pain and domination both. You two might suit for a scene.”
Cameron firmed his shoulders—good lad. He was an attractive man, and the young woman brightened when he approached.
After a few minutes, they both returned to Ghost.
He smiled at her. “Did Cameron explain we’ll be using you for a lesson on caning?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Ghost went through his usual negotiations, finding out if she had any triggers, physical problems, things to avoid. From her expression, Cameron had already covered most of the questions.
The lad listened carefully, obviously adding a few more items to his own mental list of questions.
Good, this was what mentoring was all about, after all.
Taking the two over to a bondage table, Ghost pushed a box step close to the foot. “Stand on this and bend over the table, Angelica.”
Once she was situated, he let Cameron take the lead in restraints and reassurance, pleased the young man was careful about circulation and comfort. He left the woman’s thong and corset in place.
Done, Cameron returned to Ghost. “Now what?”
“Go ahead and warm her skin up. There’s no hurry—and the impact from a cane isn’t something to jump into unless punishment is what you’re after.” Ghost retreated to one side.
With more confidence, Cameron ran his hands over the submissive’s ass, working his way into a light spanking, checking in on pain levels frequently.
Ghost nodded to himself. The Dom wasn’t a newbie. Learning caning was appropriate for his skill level.
Once her skin reached a nicely flushed state, Ghost started on the lesson. First, where not to hit. The spanking had shown Cameron knew the basics, so Ghost just added a few cane-specific warnings, like avoiding the sciatic nerve with heavy canes, and positioning to avoid wrapping where the cane might bend around a side.
“Parallel strikes are best, since you can cause damage if the spots intersect.” He demonstrated the light wrist action used and started tapping his way up. “You can flick, taking the cane away instantly for a stinging sensation, or rest the cane on the skin right after impact for a thuddier—and more painful—pleasure.”
Ah, he did like canes. And Angelica was a nicely responsive bottom, reacting with small squirms and inhalations.
“Your turn.” Ghost handed the cane over and took his seat.
The young Dom showed excellent control, and as Ghost watched, fell into Top space, totally oblivious to anything except the scene, his actions, and the bottom’s response.
Very nice, indeed.
Not having anything urgent to do, Ghost stayed. He stepped in only when Angelica hit