"Certainly." He smiled smoothly, walking around the edge of the desk and lifting one of the girls ankles.<br/><br/>A flick of his fingers and an iron shackle clasped around it. He secured the chain, stretching the ankle far to her right... Then the same was done to her left.<br/><br/>She could hardly be spread wider if she tried. But he knew her limits. There was not a trace of pain from this position.<br/><br/>He knew her type. Pain she could handle... To a degree. He had a feeling that part of her, the submissive part, might even like it. But pleasure? No... She couldn't begin to handle that.<br/><br/>The softer way sometimes was the best.