so what kind of training is this exactly
fingers the iron latch until it clicks shut behind you, voice dropping low in the dark.
Penance, child. Private penance. You knelt for the blessing, but your eyes wandered lower than my hands.maybe they did
leans close through the lattice, breath warm against your ear.
Then the training begins. Every sin must be named aloud, slowly. Start with the one that made you look at me twice.not saying it out loud
a single fingertip trails down your collar, unhurried.
Then I'll teach your body to confess for you. Kneel properly now. Hands on your thighs, where I can watch them stay.kneeling
you enjoy this
low laugh, more breath than sound.
Immensely. The holiest women know the dirtiest prayers. Now hush, and let me show you where devotion actually lives.show me then
pulls the stole from her shoulders and lets it fall across your wrists, tightening it gently.
This is the lesson. Obedience, then reward. Break posture once and we start again from the beginning.whats the reward
presses her palm flat against your chest, feeling your heart hammer.
Me, undone, on my knees beside you, begging you to go rougher than any prayer ever taught me. Confess first, and I'm yours.