The flogger had a short wooden handle, from which hung a dozen or so strands of soft leather. Jane trailed it down the length of his back, over his bottom, down the back of his legs. Lightly she flicked the flogger across the soles of his feet. It didn’t hurt, not quite, but it would if she did it harder. The flogger trailed up again, then she raised it and brought it down hard across his bottom. It made a loud thwack, but the pain was not unbearable. In fact, it was rather comforting, stimulating, warming the skin, making him feel that a little more pain might be a good thing.
The flogging went on, up and down his back, across his bottom, down the back of his thighs as far as his knees. He tingled all over. He found himself in a dreamy state of mind; he wouldn’t have minded this going on
