Splooge Stories

I was in my room trying to finish an essay when my mobile rang. I sighed when I saw it was Andy. I’d told him I had a deadline to meet, and he’d promised not to disturb me. “I hope this is important.” “It is, really important. You remember what you said this morning?” “Erm, yes, but…” “Well, I’ve got it sorted. But it has to be this afternoon.” “Seriously? Right now, you mean?” “Yeah. It’s the last chance you’ll get befor...

The next morning, Abigail arrived at the infirmary to find the Abbess already there, examining Peter’s hands. “You have done well, Sister Abigail,” she said with a smile. “The boy’s hands are very nearly healed. I think that he will soon be able to leave us.” Abigail lowered her head. “Thank you, Mother Clare,” she murmured, but in truth she felt tears welling into her eyes. She spoke barely a word as she cleansed Peter’s...

The next morning, neither Abigail nor Peter mentioned the incident, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it during the day, even when she should have been at prayer. She wondered what she would do if Peter asked her to rub his prick again? She repeated to herself that, as his nurse, she ought to do anything to make him feel better, and if helping with his prick was part of that care, then so be it. The thought of asking M...