Cali paced in her 3" stilleto heels, back and forth before the naked man cuffed hand and foot over a large padded cylinder that resembled a pommel horse. She wore a Nun's hat and Wimple that framed her handsome face. Green cat-eyes set in deep inky sockets and carmine lips that glistened over stark white teeth like blood on a porcelain sink. In her right hand she carried a long black riding crop that she snapped with a rhythmic pop between the click of her steel tipped heels on the concrete floor. she looked down at the pathetic lump of guilt before her, waiting for deliverence, for absolution. Three hail marys and a stoke of her lash. To think not so long ago he was her arresting officer and she was at his mercy.
"So Lassiter, we've been naughty and we want the Wicked Sister to punish you. Didn't anyone ever tell you that when you wallow with pigs, you should expect to get dirty? Of course they did, but that's not your problem is it? You problem is, it excites you. The more you mix and mingle with the under belly of this city the more it makes you feel alive and that's not how the good Sisters of St. Mary's brought you up. That's not the way a respected member of the community and Officer of the law should behave and now you want to be punished." she ran the riding crop up his inner thigh and stopped just below his ball sac.
"Your excited Lassiter. You are not here for pleasure but for penance and you will not feel the kiss of Cali's leather until you soften to the expectation of your upcoming pain."
Lassiter's skin felt like it was covered with millions of ants and his stomach was a quivering hill of antivity. He knew that she was just as excited as him. He knew that it was all about control with her and in the end she would lead him into temptation and he would sin again.
