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Powerful. There is a side of me that is not fulfilled by a woman because I must be gentle with her. She cannot cope with my need for domination. For that, I require a man.”
    “Like Tewkesbury.”
    “Yes.”
    “Are you not ashamed of your lust? You are a Uranian !” I say the word with savage revulsion, yet I do not care a whit for his sexual preference. Society, however, would condemn him for his predilection.
    “I denied my needs for years after I married Virginia. I tried to be loyal to her. But when I was in the presence of men, I felt a powerful attraction. I thought marriage would kill those desires. It did not.”
    “When you marry a woman, you must be loyal to her,” I say fiercely. “Always and forever.”
    “I tried my best.” His face contorts into a grimace.
    “Yet you succumbed to your Uranian desires. You did not try hard enough.”
    “I…I…went to see a…” The words come out with effort. “A physician of the mind who specializes in…sexual perversion. I confessed everything. He prescribed cures. All of them failed. My desires remained.”
    A man can attempt to be cured of his inclination? I did not know. Interesting that he went so far to try to conform to society’s standards. “You have caused your wife immense suffering.”
    “It was never my intention, but she did not satisfy my needs.”
    I angle the blade so it catches the light and hold the knife to his lips. They are full, desirable. Lady Aldridge must have enjoyed kissing him when they were first married. His entire body quivers as I press the tip of the blade against his lower lip.
    Grabbing his drawers in my left hand, I whisper, “Do not move. Or my knife may slip.”
    Aldridge closes his eyes. His body becomes rigid. Tingles run down my spine as I slash at the silk, exposing Aldridge’s member and the pouch that sags beneath it. Dear Lord, his sex is the size of my thumb, almost hidden by a thick bush of hair.
    Despite its shrunken appearance, the sight of his member stimulates me, and warmth spreads through my cunny. When I stand behind him, I touch myself through my clothing. But I will not allow myself to reach orgasm. Self-control is everything.
    I slap the paddle against my hand, and Aldridge jumps. “Do you love Tewkesbury?” Although Aldridge sees other men, he spends most of his time with the boxer.
    When he does not reply immediately, I aim the paddle at his rounded buttocks and swing it hard. Slap!
    He stifles a grunt. “Yes, I do!”
    Moments later, his skin turns fiery red. The marks arouse me more, and when my thighs rub against each other, I sense a warm wetness in my cunny.
    “Tewkesbury completes me in a way no one else can.”
    “Are you not ashamed to commit sodomy, to give in to your carnal desires?”
    No answer. I hit him harder. Slaaap!!!
    Through clenched lips, Aldridge utters a groan. “Not anymore.”
    “Why?” I am ashamed of my baser needs. They are always there, but I try my best to rein them in. A proper woman should not feel what I feel, should not hunger for carnal pleasures.
    “Because these desires, despite society’s condemnation, are part of me. I have chosen to accept them. It is the only way I can be complete.”
    I had never contemplated my own condition in this manner. The idea of giving in to my desires did not occur to me, because it would be a transgression of society’s rigid rules. And since I enforce those rules, I must live by them. “So why do you bed your pretty housekeeper?”
    “Because I am a cad and a philanderer,” he admits. “Because she is young and beautiful and I want her under my control. I lift up her skirts and fuck her in the kitchen while my wife sits upstairs sipping tea and planning balls.”
    “You are abusing an innocent girl. And betraying your wife. There must be consequences.”
    His head hangs forward. Is he nodding? His lips barely move and I catch the barest whisper. “Punish me for my sins, for I am guilty of all the things you