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submissive skills. You have helped put my mind at rest. Thank you, David.’
    Nausea built in Jess’s throat as she listened, forcing her to swallow.
    ‘Right.’ Mrs Peters clapped her hands together. ‘Let’s get on with this, Miss Sanders. The session should have progressed with you smacking Mr Proctor until he begged you to stop. Then, he would have turned the tables on you; reverting you to your usual more submissive role. I can’t tell you how, as that is his decision and he changes the session a little each time. I think that is a simple enough premise – even for you.’
    Jess’s hackles rose, but she bit back the uncharacteristic retort that was building within her. If Mrs Peters was trying to make her angry by suggesting she was not only a toy, but was stupid as well, then it was working, but she’d be damned if she’d give her the satisfaction of letting her know she was getting to her.
    ‘An additional penalty may be required.’ Mr Proctor sounded hopeful as he spoke.
    ‘Well, I did promise I’d make this training session worth your while,’ Mrs Peters replied solemnly. ‘And how else is she going to learn?’
    I really am just a thing. A toy; something to play with and then put back in my office type box until they want to amuse themselves again. It was a sobering thought, and one that, now it had arrived Jess couldn’t shift as she was bodily repositioned behind a crouching David, the paddle pushed back into her hand.
    Swinging the weapon back, her brain continued to race, making her deaf to her target’s cries. You are nothing here. SMACK. They will use you up. SMACK. Jess didn’t register David when he asked her to stop. She kept on hitting him, again and again as a more frightening inner voice added, You like it! SMACK. You need it! SMACK. Lee was right ...
    The orders from David for her to stop, had morphed into pleading and begging, and finally they sank into her consciousness.
    Jess lowered her arm, aware that she was exhausted. No one moved. Jess couldn’t believe how soundly she’d been spanking the smarting arse that virtually shone before her. David had sunk to the ground, his arms collapsed beneath him. The clerk kept expecting Mrs Peters’ disapproval to boom around the room, but no one spoke.
    Her eyes glued to her feet, Jess waited, terrified of what might happen next, yet impatient for it to begin, more aware than ever of the insistent pressure of the chastity belt.
    It was the slight movement of David’s feet that unfroze the moment. With a guttural groan he eased himself upwards, swaying a little as he stood. ‘Look at me.’
    Jess’s blood froze in her veins, as she met the client’s gaze.
    ‘No … one …’ he paced his words slowly as if he was still struggling for control of his breath, ‘…has ever treated me in that way. No one ever disobeys my requests.’
    ‘I ... I’m sorry.’
    ‘You will be.’ David turned to Mrs Peters, a barely suppressed anger bubbling in his words, ‘You were worried she’d get a taste for correction. Well I don’t think you can relax on that front yet, but if a hefty punishment always follows her slips into acts of dominance, perhaps her taste for a more assertive role can be quashed. As you’re here, I wonder if you’d oblige me.’
    ‘Certainly.’ It was the first word Mrs Peters had uttered since Jess had finished using the paddle and Jess was glad she couldn’t see the expression that went with her tone.
    David took a step nearer to Jess, ‘While I consider how to proceed, I wonder if you would remove that awful suit from her, and then increase the effect of the belt.’
    ‘Of course.’
    Still unwilling to face her boss, Jess closed her eyes against the latest humiliation, as she continued to try and stop the voices in her head telling her this is what she actually wanted. Standing limp as Mrs Peters ripped the clothes from her, the clerk stiffened as a rough probing finger jabbed its way beneath the sheepskin