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regard a spanking as physical punishment.”
    The caller huffed, her tone still a provocation. “What’s the difference between a spanking and a beating?”
    “There is a world of difference,” I assured. “By my definition, a spanking is an erotic experience that doesn’t focus on the pain inflicted. It focuses on the submissive vulnerability of the woman I am training.”
    “Meaning?” Monique’s tone lost some of its razor edge and became curious.
    “Meaning that bending a woman over your lap, and slowly lifting her skirt to expose her panty-clad bottom for a spanking is something that is a seduction. It clearly defines her submission and obedience. There’s no need to take that to a level of violence. The power is in the act of her submission – it doesn’t depend on the extent of the punishment. A disobedient submissive will find being spanked humiliating. It makes her vulnerable. That’s a spanking’s purpose. Beating a woman is the other extreme – it is, in itself, the purpose. The Master inflicts pain as punishment. That’s not my personal style.”
    There was a ragged breath of silence. I could sense the caller playing back my words in her mind. “Some Masters beat their submissives.”
    “Yes,” I said, “sadly they do. It’s not the kind of control I like to exert because it’s crude and brutal. If a Master needs to dominate his submissive through fear of pain and injury, he’s not very good at his role, in my opinion.”
    “Some women enjoy it.”
    I nodded as I answered. “Yes,” I agreed. “For a small minority of submissive women, that pain is part of their pleasure. I have no problem with that. They’re just not the women I would feel comfortable ever training.”
    “What would you say to Masters who beat unwilling submissives to train them and dominate them?”
    “Firstly, I would advise the submissive to leave the relationship. If they are unhappy, and if there is unwelcome violence, then they have every right as a woman to walk away and never look back.”
    “And to those men?”
    I shrugged as I leaned a little closer to the microphone. “Those men who use unwanted pain to control a submissive woman walk a very fine line,” I said heavily. “If brutality is part of the way they conduct themselves, they need to keep a tight reign on their temper. It doesn’t take much to cross a very clear line. Submission is not slavery.”
    Monique seemed mollified enough to have run out of questions. April sensed the thawing of the woman’s attitude and intercepted the call smoothly.
    “Thanks for calling WGHX-95.8 talk-back radio,” she said cheerfully. I could hear the muted strains of music in the background, beginning to rise. April kept talking. “Now we want to hear about your fantasies,” her voice dropped an octave and became a husky overlay to the opening bars of the song. “Call us. The lines are open…” Just as she finished speaking the music came up and I heard the start of an old INXS favorite.
    April leaned back in her chair and stared across the intimate gloom of the desk. “Do you really believe the stuff you tell these women?” she asked after a few moments.
    I nodded. “Every word,” I said. “Not only do I believe it, I practice it. For me it’s a way of life.”
    April’s eyes widened slowly, her expression unreadable. “Well you must be popular with the ladies,” she muttered. There was a reedy twist of nervousness in her voice. “Just listening to you is enough to make a girl like me seriously consider the temptation of submission.”
    Her words hung in the air. I said nothing. April stared at me for a moment longer and then looked away. There was a flush of color on her cheeks.
    Suddenly Grover’s voice came through the speaker above the door, somehow sounding tinny and disconnected.
    “I think this is the chick you’re waiting for,” he said. “She says her name is Sondra and she’s on line twenty-eight. It’s a fantasy call. Wanna take