P01E13

He smiled with a look of pleasant surprise on his lips, and said: “You’re learning fast indeed! You’re absolutely right. She should be hornified, but not inordinately, she should derive the rest of her pleasure from the whip itself… you should be careful, indeed. The hazard of accidental orgasm is always right around the corner, especially with this girl. Let’s see, what’s next…? “ He stepped up to the rack of whips again, then replied to his own question: “Ah, how about this one...“, and picked another tool from the rack.

It had much the same handle as the crop, but instead of a shaft extending from it, dozens of narrow leather strips jutted out from this one. They weren’t stiff like the shaft of the crop, but dangled loosely in the air.

Howard said: “This is a flogger. It is not a precision implement, it is used for blanket impact on a larger target zone at once. It requires a different striking technique as well, it is more difficult to handle. Here, let me show you. “

He laid the strips of the flogger across Marcy’s ass, twisted his wrist, and made the same slapping motion as he had made with the crop before. The leather strips moved around a bit, dangling from the handle to her skin, but it didn’t produce anything like a lash.

“See? It doesn’t do anything when you try to handle it like that. You have to use the centrifugal ****, so the strips make a circle in the air before impact. They need to pick up speed. You cannot do that from the wrist.”

“So you need to move your forearm as well now, right? “

“Very good. Yes indeed, the forearm. But that is not even enough. Your circle would still lack the minimum momentum. You can only get that by handling it from the shoulder. So you raise your entire arm...“ he lifted the flogger up above his shoulder “...take aim…”, he held it there for a while, “... then give it just a little sideways nudge, and let it take its own motion downward…”. Without any ****, he let the flogger draw a wide circle in the air before the bundle of straps landed right across Marcy’s ass.

He showed me again: “Raise the arm high… aim… slight nudge… no **** just yet… let it go its course...”, and the straps lashed across her ass again.

He handed me the flogger, and said: “Here, you try. “

I concentrated on the way he had shown me: Raise the arm… aim… no ****, just a nudge… centrifugal ****… own course. The first effort was horrible, landing on her thighs even though I had aimed for the ass. It took a few tries before I got it right, as my muscles got the hang of this new technique; then the straps at least landed within a few inches of where I had intended them. This was a difficult whip to handle indeed! The straps were still landing on her ass with minimal ****, I was even starting to doubt how this could be used as a whipping tool at all. I felt a bit silly, and the only response from Marcy was a slight pant in her breathing, which appeared to be more about anticipation than actual sensation.

Howard said: “Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it soon enough. Actually it will be easier when you apply some **** to it. So when you have raised your arm, don’t let it go completely on its own, give it a bit of power from the muscles in your upper arm. Not very much, and only for the first little part of the swing; then let it run its own course from there. Try. “

The next time I raised my arm, I gave the flogger some power on the downswing. The lash immediately got off target again, landing on her lower back now; but still it felt better and I understood how I could correct the aim. I swung it again, using a little bit more **** from the shoulder, and the straps ripped across both her buttocks, exactly as I had meant to. The swing through the air produced a zwooshy sound, and there was a high-pitched slash noise as the straps lashed across the skin. It was a pretty sound, especially since the stroke was strong enough now to extract a groan from Marcy as well. I started feeling more confident and increased the power of the lashes even more. They created their own markings, batches of long and narrow parallel welts, close together, overlaying the pattern of triangle imprints of the crop. It was still hard to aim them, but as Howard had said, they covered a large area as they impacted so it didn’t seem too important.

Howard corrected me on that thought though: “The flogger can have an unintended effect when it flings around an edge of her body. For example, if you make your stroke a little bit longer, the tips will swing around the half sphere of her right buttock and come down closer towards the hip. When that happens, the tips of the straps pick up some extra speed when they swing around, and they bite into the flesh extra hard. You have to be very careful about that, as it is very hard to control and can easily take her out of her resilience zone. Here, let me show you…”

He took the flogger from my hand to demonstrate the effect. He raised his arm, and swung it down with considerably less **** than the level to which I had come by now. When it hit her, I could see how he had changed his aim and the straps swung around the corner of the buttock now. Marcy screeched. Howard beckoned me to come look at the mark of the fresh lash. The straps across the main buttock surface had produced no welt at all, the **** had indeed been quite low; but around the corner of it, towards her hips, some extra pronounced short welts flared up in a bright purple color. He pointed them out, and said: “There. The tips of the straps picked up a lot of extra speed as they came around the corner, and produced a very powerful and nasty whack. You have to be careful about them. Very experienced floggers can play around with those, actually use them with purpose, but you are not nearly up to that level yet. Avoid them for now; always make sure that the tips hit a flat surface, or one that is bending up; don’t bend down around an edge of her body. Got it? OK then, go on now…”

I continued her flogging, slowly increasing the power, which led to an increase of both the volume and pitch of her wails as well. After a few minutes I interrupted the flogging and reached underneath to grab her pussy once more. I sunk my thumb into her moisture, grabbing her pussy whole, waited for her whimpering to turn into moans of rapture again, withdrew my hand when they did, and continued the flogging.

Howard watched in approval, and said: “When you have marked her ass completely, you might consider moving to her back; it is also a classic flogging target. Many whips don’t work well on a back, you can’t really paddle or cane it as the spine and ribs are so close to the surface, but the flogger is a great tool for a back whipping. You shouldn’t use it across there for now though, lashing from left to right, or you might create the problem we just discussed while your aim is still imperfect. It is better to whip her along the length of her back, either top-down or bottom-up.”

I accepted the invitation, took a step to adjust my position, then started work on her back. Soon it was marked in the long stripes of the flogger as well. Since they weren’t broken here by the crack of her butt, many lines were continuous, running vertically all the way from her shoulders to her waist, looking even better than the horizontal ones on her ass.

I was really getting into it, getting this difficult implement more and more under control and handling it with more confidence. I took another break for a quick rehornification of her pussy, but when I wanted to continue the flogging, Howard stopped me: “That’s enough. Don’t get carried away by this; you have to keep your measure. It is important to keep awareness that every lash of your arm, so simple for you, is a fresh rush of adrenaline and pain for her. She does enjoy a good whipping, but there is a limit to that as well. “

“Yes, uncle. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re here to learn, and I stopped you in time. No harm done.”