Chapter Twenty Two
Nancy
“The falcon won the toss. He cleared his throat as though about to begin a speech, but turned instead to the implements dangling from the wall. He selected a stiff leather paddle with a row of rivets around its border that would add weight and force to each impact. He showed it to me, holding it close to my face so that I could contemplate it briefly, before issuing the inevitable command.
“Kiss it.”
I kissed it, as he swiped a tear from my cheek with a fingertip and tasted it. He ordered me to open my mouth and shoved the blade of the paddle between my jaws.
“Drool on that for a while. I don’t want to see teeth marks in it when I take it back.”
He untied his robe and opened it. He was very hairy and fully erect. ‘who is the bigger man? Me, or your Master?”
