“Get on the floor and lick your filthy mess off me!” I commanded.
To give him his due he complied quickly, but I was far too worried about stains on my costume to cut him any slack.
“Suck it all up, Blueberry, you preposterous spunk-w***e!”
He did. I felt the anger drain from me to be replaced by guilt, something that had never before intruded on my punishments. He just seemed so impotent and dismal, a figure of ridicule like a stupid pet, somehow sub-human because of his physical shortcomings. The sniggering derision of the other three still present made me bristle and I snapped at them, ordering their departure. I was actually angry that Blueberry had made me feel sorry for him, as if this betrayed some terrible weakness in me. Whatever it was I felt I wanted it to end. I kicked him o
