My friend Ludovica and I have a new slave to evaluate, standing before us with wrists tied, ready to experience our touch. We begin with gentle caresses, our nails and hands making contact, preparing him for what is to come. Before long, we move on to the slaps, curious to see how he responds. This slave fails to thank us for our blows, a mistake we cannot let go uncorrected. It is our duty to educate him, to help him understand how to behave when in the presence of his Mistresses.
We increase the intensity of our slaps, striking him simultaneously on both cheeks. We slow down only when we see him on the verge of being overwhelmed, knowing that he must learn this lesson. To mix things up, we rake our nails across his chest, leaving marks and scratches on his skin. We return to the slaps, and only when he thanks his Mistresses do we allow the session to end. Now, his skin bears the marks of our teaching.