Goddess Katia’s Punishment
I don’t know if she knows this, but I left those streaks on the mirror deliberately.
Granted, it’s hard to perfectly clean an eight by twelve-foot mirror, especially when it’s bolted to the ceiling over an enormous waterbed. And the fact that it’s beveled to magnify the reflection makes any tiny imperfection that much easier to spot. Actually, I was counting on both of these convenient facts to both imperfectly mask and yet still draw attention to my purposeful, contemptible failure.
I knew that when she saw it Goddess Katia would be quick to punish me. Yet I also knew – or at least I hoped – that after that terrible ordeal she would follow her usual pattern and f**k me extra-vigorously: to show that she still loved me, and that all was at last forgiven. I’d b
