Chapter 13
If I had a choice, I really wouldn't want to have his child.
After all, in my view, having a child is something very sacred and serious. I don't want to do this with some other man.
At least I should do it with a man I love.
What's more, I'm a nun who has received the Lord's blessing.
Seeing the look in my eyes, Nina seemed to understand everything. She sighed helplessly, her tone carrying gentle comfort.
"Don't worry too much. I looked into his background before. He's a playboy with lots of female companions. Maybe he's just a bit carried away for now - after all, few women would turn him down."
I nodded, half understanding what Nina meant.
Perhaps after a while, Kane would get bored with me and let me leave.
I blinked, feeling much better.
At that moment, the servants had brought up all the breakfast dishes.
Looking at the table full of rich breakfast options, Nina couldn't help swallowing.
I was also quite tempted. I nodded at her.
"Anyway, the fact that we can still see each other is already great. Try these dishes - they taste really good."
Nina's life was a bit better than mine, but not by much.
So she hadn't eaten much of the food in front of us either - the toasted bread, cheese, steak, and pasta.
Nina popped a fried egg into her mouth and squinted slightly.
"My God, I never thought they could make an ordinary egg taste this delicious."
Hearing Nina's amazement, I couldn't help trying a bite of the fried egg on my plate too.
It really was delicious. Maybe rich people eat different food than we do.
After we finished the food on the table, the time was up.
A strong-looking African American maid stood in front of Nina.
"Breakfast time is over. This lady needs to return to her room and cannot go out again until lunch."
With that, she led Nina away.
Nina and I kept looking at each other reluctantly.
I wanted to follow, but was stopped by other maids.
One of them was the same one from this morning. My eyes fell on the name tag on her chest.
So they all had names.
This maid's name was Anna.
I looked at Anna pleadingly and said, "Can I go see Nina again? Time passed too quickly. I'll feel very uneasy without her."
But Anna ignored me. She just firmly indicated that I should return to my room.
I felt disappointed but helpless.
As soon as I opened my room door, I saw an elegant-looking woman.
She wore gold-rimmed glasses and a dress. After seeing me, she looked me up and down. Her eyes held no contempt, only assessment.
Finally, she nodded.
"Your figure and presence look quite good, but your movements are a bit rough. Over the next period, I'll properly correct your posture and behavior."
Her words reminded me of what Kane said last night about finding me an etiquette teacher.
Maybe she was that etiquette teacher.
I quickly straightened up, folded my hands over my chest, and bowed to her.
"Hello, teacher. My name is Sonya."
My obedience and understanding clearly pleased the teacher before me.
She nodded, her tone carrying a hint of pride.
"My name is Jennifer. Starting today, I'll be teaching you etiquette."
Jennifer's teaching was like her - serious and strict.
If any of my movements weren't up to standard, she would use that thin ruler to strike my bottom.
By the end of the day, I could barely sit down.
After dinner, I reluctantly said goodbye to Nina again.
When I returned to my room, Kane was already sitting on the bed. I looked at him in surprise, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Kane just raised his eyebrows at me and patted the bed beside him.
I walked over carefully, looking at his hand with some hesitation.
After all, my bottom was still swollen, and I couldn't sit down.
I stood there, struggling with how to explain to Kane, but he had no patience.
He just assumed I was being disobedient again and immediately grabbed my hand and pressed me down onto the seat.
The moment my bottom touched the bed, a sharp pain shot through me.
I cried out and immediately stood up.
Kane finally noticed something was wrong.
His thick eyebrows furrowed as he stared at me quietly, watching me rub my bottom, then beckoned to me.
I carefully shuffled over.
"Mr. Moretti, I did some things wrong in etiquette class today. The teacher punished me a little, so my bottom hurts now, and I can't sit down right away."
Hearing this, Kane's expression didn't soften but grew colder.
Without a word, he pressed down on my shoulders and made me lie across his lap.
God, his thighs were really muscular.
Even through his pants, I could feel the powerful muscles flexing.
I buried my head, feeling his cool fingers gently lifting my skirt.
I tried to struggle in panic.
His other hand pressed my head down onto the bed.
I couldn't move anymore. My face could only press against the sheets as I quietly felt his fingers slowly stroking my bottom.
Suddenly, he pulled down my underwear and lifted my skirt completely.
I cried out, but couldn't match his strength and couldn't move.
He spread his hand and completely covered my bottom.
The feeling was hard to describe. I trembled slightly, and the pale flesh of my bottom trembled with me.
To Kane, it looked like pudding.
He looked at the red and purple marks on it, his eyes darkening.
I thought he would say something, but he stayed silent for a long time. I had to speak first.
"Mr. Moretti, this is punishment for my mistakes. I think I'll study hard from now on."
As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a breath spray onto my bottom.
My whole body went stiff, and I didn't dare move.
It couldn't be what I was thinking, could it?
Kane wouldn't do that, would he?
But just as I was thinking, something wet and warm covered my bottom.
Oh my God, he was really licking my bottom.
That tongue seemed to have a life of its own, so flexible, constantly licking across my bottom.
Where there were wounds, the contact with saliva brought a tingling sensation.
My body trembled slightly, beyond my control.
I wanted to struggle.
But to Kane, my struggling was like a kitten's claws - no threat at all.
Finally, he licked my entire bottom.
Only then did he lift his head in satisfaction, his lips close to my ear.
"How's that? Doesn't hurt now, does it? Saliva has disinfecting properties."
Face burning, I took advantage of his distraction to turn around, pull up my underwear, and shrink into the covers, hiding my head like an ostrich.
I heard his soft laughter in the room.