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The heels he had given her were so painfully high, her calves were aching just from standing there.

She walked carefully to the trunk and knelt down beside it, knees soon hurting on the hard floorboards. Peering inside Magdalen’s trunk was like looking at a snapshot of her sex life: jumbled red and silver bolts of silk from the exotic outfits she used to make herself; vibrators, the slim gold ones and the fat plastic ones with clit ticklers; handcuffs; her thigh-high white patent leather boots with zips and slashes up the side; a rubber-covered paddle for punishment; the long dressage whip she had stolen from a riding stable while on holiday in Devon; and feather boas tangled in amongst dresses and tiny skirts in shimmering fabrics and glossy black PVC.

‘These,’ she said at last, lifting out the handcuffs, ‘and this.’

He threw the handcuffs on the bed and took the rubber-covered paddle from her without comment, testing it on the air with a loud whoosh. There was a dildo buried under one of the pink feather boas. Suki stopped, right on the verge of getting to her feet, and reached in to finger the shiny latex shaft.

‘You won’t need that,’ he said. ‘Not this time.’

There was nothing more she wanted from the trunk; she closed the lid and stood up. Turned back to face him, the light from the overhead bulb burning starkly into her eyes. She lowered her head, waiting in silence like a dumb animal.

‘Ready?’

She nodded, still not trusting herself to speak.

He came closer. She could not look him in the face, so looked at his feet instead, planted squarely apart on the dark floorboards. His hairy ankles and calves, strong and well-developed. Her gaze travelled slowly up past his knees to the firm muscular thighs, quite unlike a woman’s. To the penis, erect now, the purplish fruit of its head smooth and swollen. Then he moved, shifting slightly under the light, and the penis moved with him. Swung like a pendulum, heavy and insistent, keeping time with his body.

The paddle exploded across one side of her thigh, a searing white-hot pain that took her by surprise. She staggered a little in the high black plastic heels, looked down at herself in wonder, felt her legs weaken and nearly give way.

‘Again.’

It was her own hoarse voice that had spoken yet his penis jerked, a thick muscle reacting involuntarily to the sound.

He twisted and struck her again, this time on the other thigh, and just below the hem of the black PVC dress a thousand burning ants crawled under her flesh as its impact peaked and began to ebb away.

‘Again, please.’

Danny hesitated, clearly unwilling, then gave her what she needed. But after the next blow of the paddle, he lifted the dress and put his hand directly between her legs. Almost like examining a brood mare, she thought, swaying on her ludicrous heels. She was wet there, more than ready for him. Her eyes hurt in the light and she closed them. She had been ready for years.