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wham-bam-no-thank-you-ma’am. Getting physical was for the sake of procreation, at least in the household. Outside, she now guessed anything went.
    Trying to keep from either panting or begging, she worried her lower lip, and pleaded with her eyes.
    â€œOh, stop looking at me like that. Here you go.”
    After so much stimulation, she didn’t think it would take long. She hovered, ready to fall, ready to break apart in a million pieces. The roller coaster had reached the peak, and the car was about to tumble. The waves built to a crescendo, about to crash on the shore. Every cliché to explain coming, she waited.
    The muscles in her abdomen tightened and she flexed her hands, wishing to be able to touch him. Right now, at this moment, it didn’t matter if he wasn’t her husband. Hell, it was better he wasn’t. She hated that bastard. She’d show him.
    At that point, the mental moment of setting free, and granting her permission, the physical stimulation trumped, shoving into an abyss of pleasure. Shockwaves traveled through her body, and she clenched her teeth.
    â€œOh my….,” she exclaimed. “That feels so fucking good.”
    As the tremors passed, she closed her eyes, losing awareness in the physical body and projecting to a higher, spiritual level.
    Absentmindedly, she knew that Drew removed the dildo and plug, wiping her clean. He unbound her wrists, rubbing lotion on the tender skin. The gentlest kiss he laid upon her neck. He pulled a warm blanket over her body.
    â€œWhen you’re really ready, come back to me,” he whispered.
    The lights shut off and a soft click of the door sounded.
    She was looking forward to what else the weekend at Sex U. would offer, and she now knew that when she returned home, she needed to make some changes. And she wondered if Ms. Lucy sold those toys?
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Chapter Four
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    The next day, Ms. Lucy greeted Jody with a customized leather flogger with wide tails. Jody fought the urge to hide her hands behind her back, and refuse the torture device.
    â€œI have no idea why you think I’d want to touch that,” she said.
    â€œReally? Would you rather me give you a choice? Do you want to feel it on your bare ass, or learn how to use it to give someone else pleasure and discipline?” She raised her eyebrow, while swishing the ends in the air.
    Given those choices, Jody didn’t really have a decision. No way did she want to be on the other end of the kissing leather. “Tell me what you’d like me to do.”
    â€œSmart choice,” Lucy said. “Ultimately, my goal is to give you a variety of tactics to handle day-to-day life. Ideally, I’d like you to leave that lying, cheating hypocrite you married, but I’m not sure that’s going to happen.”
    Deep down, Jody knew the option hung over her head. In the media, and on blogs, people questioned how she could stay with him after everything that had happened. The network had even asked her to do a special show where she talked about her side of the story. She wasn’t ready—yet. She doubted him, herself and their relationship. But until they had time to attempt to work through the issues, she wasn’t willing to make that call.
    â€œYou’re probably right.”
    â€œI usually am. Instead, I’d like to offer you some ways of dealing with him. Let’s think of them as incentives to curb his bad behavior.”
    â€œOr punish what he’s always done,” she murmured.
    â€œThat too.”
    Lucy held out the leather instrument. It was obvious she wanted Jody to take it.
    â€œThis is a flogger. It’s one of the more entry-level instruments of power play. The wider tails—these long strips at the end—make the strikes less intense. Don’t get me wrong. The person on the other end will feel them, but less so than a crop or a whip.”
    In her fingers, the leather felt soft and flexible. She