Abel was reading a novel long-listed for the Booker Prize, “Netherland” by Joseph O’Neill. He would read out prettily written sentences to me from time to time, but overall the book sounded mind-cripplingly boring.*

Then suddenly - in the true manner of a startle - the book rewarded us both.

The protagonist has brought a woman to his hotel room and his bed:

 We were once again making love when Danielle whispered something I didn’t follow. ‘I want you to be a gentleman again,’ she whispered. ‘Will you do that for me?’

I must have signalled some agreement to this incomprehensible request, because she slipped off the bed and crouched to rummage in the clothes heaped on the floor - I wasn’t watching - and after a few seconds came back to me with refreshed spiritedness. Then she breathed into my ear the assertion, ‘Remember, I trust you,’ and produced with a little jingle the belt she’d removed from my trousers.

I took the belt, a length of black leather that was at once familiar and strange, and saw Danielle lying face down on the bed, and began to perform the act I understood her to need. Every lash was answered by a small moan. If this gave me some unusual satisfaction, I can’t remember it now. I do recall a tunneller’s anxiety as to where and when it would all end, and that my arm began to tire.

I think the lesson all we kinky girls should take home from this is, don’t try to get vanilla men to whip you on a one-night-stand - they don’t have a clue, even when they’re nice. And afterwards they won’t even remember if it was in any way pleasant.

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* I went through it just now in search of the passage I’m quoting - yep, “boring” doesn’t begin to describe it.

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