Exhalation from his shout of laughter sped the sweat to trickle charcoal-contoured down my spine.
‘Milady, you forget that with your wanton gallantries you’ve forfeited all sympathy for pain when – and if – I fuck you. You may ponder upon the precariousness of pricks, but need not fear for mine.’
He took down from above my head a scissor-handled, claw-hooked implement and, his eyes unfathomable depths of derisive calculation, asked ‘Would you better cleave unto faithfulness if I bring your loose-limbed lad, spitchcock splayed, and before your eyes, unman him?’
‘Yes,’ I breathed, ‘oh, yes, so long as you forgive me.’
This is part 9 of 'The blacksmith's wife' which opens with her tied naked to a post in her husband's forge, he intent on branding her, having caught her with a younger, more beautiful lad. The whole is a prompt-led serial which began in March and continued, one hundred words at a time, for forty-one episodes. One of my aims in this 100 days project is to complete the illustrations for each episode and publish the tale in book form - comments would be appreciated.
The story can be read in its entirety here