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ng up in my leg after was golden and sweet。
〃Oh； that's lovely！ 〃I said。
〃You make a fool's bargain； little boy！〃 he said。
He whipped me harder and faster。 I couldn't keep my pretty visions。 It hurt； it bloody hurt。
〃I'm not a boy！〃 I cried。
I felt a wetness on my leg。 I knew I was bleeding。
〃Master； you mean to disfigure me？〃
〃There's nothing worse than for a fallen saint to be a horrid devil！〃
More blows。 I knew I was bleeding from more than one place。 I would surely be bruised all over。 I wouldn't be able to walk。
〃I don't know what you mean！ Stop！〃
To my astonishment； he did。 I curled my arm up under my face and I sobbed。 I sobbed for a long moment； and my legs burned as if the switch were still hitting them。 It seemed the blows were being laid on over and over； but they weren't。 I kept hoping； Let this pain die away to something warm again； something tingling and nice； the way it felt the first couple of times。 That would be all right； but this is terrible。 I hate it！
Suddenly I felt him cover me。 I felt the sweet tickling of his hair on my legs。 I felt his fingers as he grabbed the torn cloth of the stockings and ripped it； tearing it off both my legs very quickly； leaving them bare。 He reached up under my tunic and tore loose the remnants of the hose。
The pain throbbed； grew worse； then a little better。 The air was cool on my bruises。 When his fingers touched them； I felt such terrible pleasure that all I could do was moan。
〃You going to break down my door again？〃
〃Never；〃 I whispered。
〃You going to defy me in any way in particular？〃
〃Never in any way ever。〃
〃Further words？〃
〃I love you。〃
〃I'm sure。〃
〃But I do；〃 I said sniffling。
The stroking of his fingers on my hurt flesh was insupportably delicious。 I didn't dare raise my head。 I pressed my cheek against the scratchy embroidered coverlet； against the great picture of the lion stitched into it； and I sucked in my breath and let my tears flow。 I felt calm all over； this pleasure robbed me of any control of my limbs。
I closed my eyes； and there came his lips on my leg。 He kissed one of the bruises。 I thought I would die。 I would go to Heaven； that is； some other higher more delicious Heaven even than this Venetian Heaven。 Beneath me； my groin was alive with thankful and desperate and isolated strength。
The burning blood flowed over the bruise。 The slightly rough stroke of his tongue touched it； lapped at it； pressed it； and the inevitable tingling made a fire in my closed eyes； a blazing fire across a mythical horizon in the darkness of my blind mind。
To the next bruise he went； and there came the trickles of the blood and the lap of his tongue； and the hideous pain departed and there was nothing but a throbbing sweetness。 And as he went to the next； I thought； I cannot bear this； I will simply die。
He moved fast； from bruise to bruise； depositing his magical kiss and the stroke of his tongue； and I quivered all over and moaned。
〃Some punishment！〃 I suddenly said with a gasp。
It was a dreadful thing to say！ Instantly； I regretted it； the sassiness of it。
But his hand had already e down with a fierce slap on my backside。
〃I didn't mean it；〃 I said。 〃I mean； I didn't mean it to sound so ungrateful。 I mean； I'm sorry I said it！〃 But there was another slap as hot as the first。
〃Master； have pity on me。 I'm mixed up！〃 I cried。
His hand lay on me； on the warm surface that he had slapped； and I thought； Oh； now he's going to beat me till I'm unconscious。
But his fingers only gently clasped the skin； which was not broken； only warm as the first welts from the switch had been。
I felt his lips again on the calf of my left leg； and the blood； and his tongue。 The pleasure moved all through me； and helpless； I let the air escape my lips in a rosary of sighs。
〃Master； Master； Master； I love you。〃
〃Yes； well； that's not so unusual；〃 he whispered。 He didn't stop his kissing。 He lapped at the blood。 I writhed under the weight of his hand on my backside。 〃But the question is； Amadeo； why do I love you？ Why？ Why did I have to go into that stinking brothel and look upon you？ I am strong by nature 。。。 whatever my nature 。。。〃
He greedily kissed a large bruise on my thigh。 I could feel his sucking at it； and then the tongue lapping it； eating the blood； and then his blood ing down into it。 The pleasure sent shock after shock through me。 I saw nothing； though I thought that my eyes were now open。 I struggled to make certain that my eyes were open； but nothing came visible； only a golden haze。
〃I love you； I do love you；〃 he said。 〃And why？ Quick…witted； yes； beautiful； yes； and inside you； the burnt…up relics of a saint！〃
〃Master； I don't know what you're saying to me。 I was never a saint； never； I don't claim to be a saint。 I'm a wretched disrespectful and ungrateful being。 Oh； I adore you。 It's so delicious to be helpless and at your mercy。〃
〃Stop mocking me。〃
〃But I don't；〃 I said。 〃I want to speak； the truth； I want to be a fool for the truth； a fool for…。 I want to be a fool for you。〃
〃No； I don't guess you do mean to mock me。 You mean it。 You don't realize the absurdity of it。〃
He had finished his progress。 My legs had lost any shape they possessed in my mist…filled mind。 I could only lie there； my whole body vibrating from his kisses。 He laid his head on my hips； against the warm place that he had smacked with his hand； and I felt his fingers e up under me and touch the most private part of me。
My organ hardened in his fingers； hardened with the infusion of his searing blood； but all the more with the young male in me who had so often mingled pleasure with pain at his will。
Harder and harder I grew； and bucked and pumped beneath his head and shoulders as he lay on my backside； as he held tight to the organ； and then into his slippery fingers I gave forth in violent unsurpassed spasms a great gush。
I rose on my elbow and looked back at him。 He was sitting up； staring at the pearly white semen that clung to his fingers。
〃Good God； is that what you wanted？〃 I asked。 〃To see the viscous whiteness in your hand？
He looked at me with anguish。 Oh； such anguish。
〃Doesn't it mean？〃 I asked； 〃that the time has e？〃
The misery in his eyes was too much for me to question him anymore。
Drowsy and blind； I felt him turn me over and rip off my tunic and jacket。 I felt him lift me and then came the sting of his assault into my neck。 A fierce pain gathered itself around my heart； slackening just when I feared it； and then I sank down beside him into the perfumed cleft of the bed； and against his chest； warm under covers that he pulled up over us； I slept。
It was still thick and heavy night when I opened my eyes。 I had learnt with him to feel the ing of morning。 And morning was not yet really near。
I looked around for him。 I saw him at the foot of the bed。 He was dressed in his finest red velvet。 He wore a jacket with slashed sleeves and a heavy tunic wi