Training Amy by Anne O'Connell

under that radar. Though we could always use Amy as a floor model if we ever decided to go that route.”
                Eric shook his head and rolled his eyes. “We’d have nothing to punish her for. She’s already broken the only rule we have and now it no longer applies since she already knows what’s behind doors number one and two.”
                It was as if she wasn’t even in the room.
                “Well then I guess we’ll have to make new rules. The guy comes in for a bench and a spreader bar,” Brad lowered his voice when a customer came in. “And next thing I know he buys a cage and a cross. That’s a lot of money and I’m pretty sure it’s because he liked what he saw in the cage and she gave him a better vision of his home playroom.”
                Eric lifted an eyebrow as if he were considering it.
                Amy finally found her voice. “Umm, I realize I broke the rule and I took my punishment without complaint, but if this is going to be a regular thing I’m not so sure I can…” Her voice trailed off as they both looked at her. She swallowed hard - again.
                Eric’s light brown eyes went from serious to amused almost instantaneously. “She has a point. She hasn’t really consented to play.”
                “And yet you saw fit to punish her for sneaking around,” Brad said in a subdued tone. There were still customers around, even though none of them were around the register.
                “Well,” Eric turned to her, “Next time we say you need to stay out of a particular room will you stay out of it?”
                She nodded almost instinctively and murmured, “Yes, Sir.”
                He turned back to Brad, “There you go. Besides, she’s a sub and everyone behind this counter knows it.”
                Brad nodded. “Well, you two work it out. Oh, and Amy – since you’ve already been in the back rooms you can go in there now, with authorization this time. Are we clear on that?”
                “Yes, Sir,” she told him.
                “Go start cleaning up the shelves and getting them back in order. We’re doing inventory tomorrow night and the shelves need to be as orderly as possible. It makes inventory a lot easier,” Brad ordered.
                She nodded, “Yes, Sir. Do you want me to work late tomorrow night?”
                “Don’t you have homework?” Eric asked in an almost scolding tone.
                “Well, yeah, but,” she started.
                Eric cut her off. “No. You need to have time to get homework done.”
                Brad nodded in agreement. “I guess you better do your homework or you’ll end up bent over one of those spanking benches with a flogger across your ass.”
                Her eyes went wide, her face red, and a strange smile crossed her face. She hurried off to the shelves to spend the rest of the afternoon straightening things up. When she got to the bdsm section she was tempted to flip through another book, but decided against it. There were a few older men nearby and a woman was browsing the horror novels just across from her. She didn’t want to get caught looking, not to mention she didn’t want Eric or Brad to come along and see that she was actually interested in learning more about it.
                The idea of Eric spanking her actually caused a rush of excitement to flood through her and she felt herself dampen at the thought. What was wrong with her? Confusion and guilt coursed through her. She didn’t know how to feel. She remained confounded until closing.
                Once they'd closed the shop she found herself in Eric's car, heading toward dinner. Amy decided she couldn't just not talk about it or act like it didn't happen. It had been treated with such