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imagined it kissing the flesh of her husband. With this baby, she could curtail any future bad behavior.
    â€œReady to practice?”
    â€œLet’s go.” She swung the device for good measure, and Lucy stepped back, before grabbing the end.
    â€œFirst, let’s talk safety. You want to be able to control the strikes. Think of it as an extension of yourself, your arm. When you strike, be mindful of the sensitive areas of the body where you may do harm. You don’t want to hit near any internal organs not covered by bone. Watch the kidneys, genitals, the face, and even the breasts.”
    â€œNo genitals, no breasts? You take away all the fun.”
    Lucy stepped closer, putting her face directly in Judy’s. “It’s not a joke. You don’t want to hurt someone. The session may truly be about discipline and you don’t want to provide pleasure. But the key is to remain in control. Do you understand?”
    Quickly, her own brief training bounced back. “Yes, Ms. Lucy.”
    â€œGood.” Lucy nodded her head, and then walked toward the bedroom. “Let’s practice on a pillow first.”
    â€œA pillow?”
    â€œYou’re not going to hurt a pillow, and you need to get a feel for the swing of that thing.”
    In the room, Lucy laid out three pillows in the shape of a human body. “Remember what I said about those sensitive areas. The safest place, of course, is the ass with its nice layer of fat. Now feel the rhythm, and sway the flogger back and forth, turning at your wrist.”
    With precision, Jody swung in a figure eight, back and forth, getting a feel for the instrument. Finally, she moved her aim downward, where the ass of the subject would be and a satisfying thump-thump rang out.
    â€œThat’s it,” Lucy encouraged. “You also want to discover how hard or how soft you want the strikes. Usually, you start off soft, warming the subject up, and then you can move to harder ones. For you, I’d suggest staying light. Even the softest of strikes feel strong after repeated applications. It’s even like when someone rubs your arm affectionately in the same spot, over and over. After a while, the sensation builds up and can become uncomfortable.”
    She knew exactly what the other woman was talking about. While watching television, her husband liked to do exactly that. Absentmindedly, rubbing the back of her neck until it ached and she wanted to yell out of frustration.
    In her mind’s eye, she pictured the subject’s ass, and she wound up and SMACK . SMACK . For each rotation of her wrist, she went from one side—cheek—to the other. SMACK . SMACK . Easily, she imagined the husband in a subservient position, paying for the pain and embarrassment he’d brought to the family and her.
    After a few minutes, Ms. Lucy stopped her. “Impressive. You seem to have caught on well.”
    Jody needed to catch her breath a few moments before responding with more than a smile. “Got it. What next?”
    â€œWe bring in a willing subject and try it out on a live volunteer,” the head mistress said. “The question is, male or female.”
    â€œOh male definitely, and can I make a request?”
    â€œOf course, but first a little lesson for you. Before you use this tool on someone else, you need to know what it feels like.”
    That wasn’t part of the plan. Jody mentally back-peddled. She thought the idea was to train to use it on another subject. “Are you sure that’s necessary?”
    â€œDon’t worry. I don’t plan to be rough. Now, skirt up and over the side of the couch.”
    Grumbling under her breath, Jody leaned over the rounded armrest. A cool breeze caressed the backs of her thighs. Ms. Lucy didn’t say anything about removing her underwear, so this time she left them on.
    â€œIf this wasn’t a simple demonstration, you’d be trying my patience,” she said.