Nora slid the cane off the bed and Michael’s body stiffened in fear.
“Six-bar gate,” she said. “Just one. Upper thighs. Then we’re done. Ready?”
He couldn’t bring himself to say yes. But he swallowed air again and nodded. Behind him he heard that hissing whistle again.
“You know, Angel, some people say it’s the sound of the cane that’s the worst part. Personally, I think that’s bullshit. What do you think?”
At that, he experienced a pain so excruciating that it would have dropped him to his knees had he not been tied up.
The second strike came before he could recover from the first.
“You see why it’s used for interrogations?”
“Yes—” he cried out as the third blow fell. The pain stabbed into his legs and shot through to his stomach. The agony was so acute, the pain so precise he could feel exactly where Nora placed each blow. Perfectly spaced, one inch apart.
The third felt like a knife on his skin instead of a cane.
The fourth and fifth he couldn’t even feel.
But the sixth landed diagonally across all five and the sound that escaped his lips sounded foreign to him, strange, like the cry of a wounded animal instead of a person.
Michael sagged in his bonds, barely aware of his surroundings. When Nora untied his arms, they dropped like dead weight to his sides. She unshackled his ankles and he hardly noticed.
Nora pressed her body into his burning back.
“Good boy,” she whispered. “I’m very proud of you.”
Proud of him? When was the last time anyone said they were proud of him? If Nora said she wanted to cane him again, he would have said, “Yes, ma’am.”
She stepped away and sat in a large leather armchair. She snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor by her feet.
Michael floated to her more than walked. A pleasant light-headedness gripped him. The sharp pains in his back and thighs had turned into a gentle throbbing. When he knelt at the floor by Nora’s feet, he half hoped she’d let him curl up in her lap and sleep.
“You did such a good job, Angel, that I’m going to give you a reward. Well, both of us a reward really.”
Nora’s shifted in the chair and draped one leg over each chair arm. Underneath her short, tight skirt she wore absolutely nothing.
“Do I need to tell you what to do?” Nora asked.
Michael licked his suddenly dry lips.
“Good start,” she said.
Heart pounding, Michael laid his hands on her inner thighs and brought his mouth to her. He’d dreamed of doing this to Nora, servicing her sexually. And now he could feel her swollen clitoris against his tongue. He took the little silver ring that pierced her hood between his lips as he brought his fingers up and slid two of them inside her. He had no idea what he was doing. Apart from a few awkward preteen kisses and gropings, he’d never been sexual with anyone other than Nora. He had zero experience with o**l s*x and nothing going for him but enthusiasm. From the sound of her ragged breathing, the enthusiasm seemed to be doing the trick.
She felt so wet and warm on his fingers, tasted so sweet and tart on his lips. How did Father S get anything done with this woman waiting for him back at the rectory?
Michael pushed his tongue far into her and her hips rose off the chair.
“Stop,” she ordered and Michael pulled away, wiping his lips off with the back of his hand. “On the bed. Now.”
He remembered Nora’s instructions and moved slowly, not hurrying too much to do her bidding. Kneeling on the bed, he waited as Nora came to him and shoved him onto his back. She grabbed his arms and pushed them over his head. Using a snap hook to connect his wrist cuffs, she secured his hands to the bars of the bed.
“Knees up,” she said. “Spread your legs.”
Just then he noticed the tube of lubricant in her hand.
“Forgive me,” Nora said. “I’m just a little a curious about something. Some men love this. Some hate it. Some are indifferent. I don’t care either way. Your order is to be honest and tell me if you like it or not. Say ‘yes, ma’am’ if you understand.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Michael said, his hands going numb with nervousness. He wasn’t quite sure what she was going to do to him. But if it involved lube he had a fairly good idea.
She rubbed the liquid over two fingers on her right hand, and with her left hand, moved his knees farther apart.
“Shallow breaths, close your eyes,” Nora said. “This won’t hurt but it will feel weird at first.”
Michael nodded and obediently closed his eyes. He felt Nora’s fingers on him. If he had any shame or pride left he would have been mortified by how ridiculously aroused he was. He inhaled sharply as he felt Nora’s cold, wet fingers on him. Gently, so gently he sighed, she slid one finger inside him.
“Okay?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She pushed in deep and went deeper. Michael fought the urge to tense, to push her out.
“Now you know what women go through every time we get penetrated,” Nora said. “Like it?”
“It’s…intense.”
“Good word for it. It’s about to get more intense. Ready?”
Michael nodded.
Nora slid in deeper and Michael felt her fingertip against what felt like a tight knot of tissue deep inside him. Gently she rubbed and Michael’s back arched off the bed as a lightning bolt of pleasure shot through him.
“Oh, God,’’ he thought he said but he wasn’t sure if he spoke any actual words.
“Six-bar gate,” she said. “Just one. Upper thighs. Then we’re done. Ready?”
He couldn’t bring himself to say yes. But he swallowed air again and nodded. Behind him he heard that hissing whistle again.
“You know, Angel, some people say it’s the sound of the cane that’s the worst part. Personally, I think that’s bullshit. What do you think?”
At that, he experienced a pain so excruciating that it would have dropped him to his knees had he not been tied up.
The second strike came before he could recover from the first.
“You see why it’s used for interrogations?”
“Yes—” he cried out as the third blow fell. The pain stabbed into his legs and shot through to his stomach. The agony was so acute, the pain so precise he could feel exactly where Nora placed each blow. Perfectly spaced, one inch apart.
The third felt like a knife on his skin instead of a cane.
The fourth and fifth he couldn’t even feel.
But the sixth landed diagonally across all five and the sound that escaped his lips sounded foreign to him, strange, like the cry of a wounded animal instead of a person.
Michael sagged in his bonds, barely aware of his surroundings. When Nora untied his arms, they dropped like dead weight to his sides. She unshackled his ankles and he hardly noticed.
Nora pressed her body into his burning back.
“Good boy,” she whispered. “I’m very proud of you.”
Proud of him? When was the last time anyone said they were proud of him? If Nora said she wanted to cane him again, he would have said, “Yes, ma’am.”
She stepped away and sat in a large leather armchair. She snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor by her feet.
Michael floated to her more than walked. A pleasant light-headedness gripped him. The sharp pains in his back and thighs had turned into a gentle throbbing. When he knelt at the floor by Nora’s feet, he half hoped she’d let him curl up in her lap and sleep.
“You did such a good job, Angel, that I’m going to give you a reward. Well, both of us a reward really.”
Nora’s shifted in the chair and draped one leg over each chair arm. Underneath her short, tight skirt she wore absolutely nothing.
“Do I need to tell you what to do?” Nora asked.
Michael licked his suddenly dry lips.
“Good start,” she said.
Heart pounding, Michael laid his hands on her inner thighs and brought his mouth to her. He’d dreamed of doing this to Nora, servicing her sexually. And now he could feel her swollen clitoris against his tongue. He took the little silver ring that pierced her hood between his lips as he brought his fingers up and slid two of them inside her. He had no idea what he was doing. Apart from a few awkward preteen kisses and gropings, he’d never been sexual with anyone other than Nora. He had zero experience with o**l s*x and nothing going for him but enthusiasm. From the sound of her ragged breathing, the enthusiasm seemed to be doing the trick.
She felt so wet and warm on his fingers, tasted so sweet and tart on his lips. How did Father S get anything done with this woman waiting for him back at the rectory?
Michael pushed his tongue far into her and her hips rose off the chair.
“Stop,” she ordered and Michael pulled away, wiping his lips off with the back of his hand. “On the bed. Now.”
He remembered Nora’s instructions and moved slowly, not hurrying too much to do her bidding. Kneeling on the bed, he waited as Nora came to him and shoved him onto his back. She grabbed his arms and pushed them over his head. Using a snap hook to connect his wrist cuffs, she secured his hands to the bars of the bed.
“Knees up,” she said. “Spread your legs.”
Just then he noticed the tube of lubricant in her hand.
“Forgive me,” Nora said. “I’m just a little a curious about something. Some men love this. Some hate it. Some are indifferent. I don’t care either way. Your order is to be honest and tell me if you like it or not. Say ‘yes, ma’am’ if you understand.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Michael said, his hands going numb with nervousness. He wasn’t quite sure what she was going to do to him. But if it involved lube he had a fairly good idea.
She rubbed the liquid over two fingers on her right hand, and with her left hand, moved his knees farther apart.
“Shallow breaths, close your eyes,” Nora said. “This won’t hurt but it will feel weird at first.”
Michael nodded and obediently closed his eyes. He felt Nora’s fingers on him. If he had any shame or pride left he would have been mortified by how ridiculously aroused he was. He inhaled sharply as he felt Nora’s cold, wet fingers on him. Gently, so gently he sighed, she slid one finger inside him.
“Okay?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She pushed in deep and went deeper. Michael fought the urge to tense, to push her out.
“Now you know what women go through every time we get penetrated,” Nora said. “Like it?”
“It’s…intense.”
“Good word for it. It’s about to get more intense. Ready?”
Michael nodded.
Nora slid in deeper and Michael felt her fingertip against what felt like a tight knot of tissue deep inside him. Gently she rubbed and Michael’s back arched off the bed as a lightning bolt of pleasure shot through him.
“Oh, God,’’ he thought he said but he wasn’t sure if he spoke any actual words.
