Whipped

I fell asleep quickly. My body just gave in I suppose… The poor thing had been through enough that day already.

I was that weak.

The feverish dreams that followed that night were so full of fire; an all-consuming fire that just continued to lick up and down my body and boil my skin.

I was desperately searching for something to soothe it… something to quench but I only found more flame everywhere I looked and I panicked.

When I finally found a bucket of water to pour on myself it had no effect…  it only made the fire burn crueller.

The fire was unquenchable.

Relentless.

…

But the fire was still there when I woke up. It came from my back and my wrists and only got worse when I tried to move.

I wanted to get up and on my feet but every move ignited my back once more and I could not hold back the painful and pitiful whimpers.

I was shivering and once again my teeth started chattering out of control.

This had to end. This was not a good pain…

It was not fair.

I didn’t like the mask she donned in that room either, I think that was what was wrong; more than the obvious state of my body.

She had been so clinical. I knew I was hired to work for her; and her cracking the whip had been me performing my duties… but this wasn’t worth all the money in the world.

Because, honestly? Lately I had come to realize I wasn’t there for the cash or the roof over my head.

But I wasn’t there to be whipped either…

Miss A. had been clear about yesterday not being a punishment; I think she meant it as a treat for me.

But it felt like punishment.

She was still angry about my self-harming and I felt that being at the end of the bull whip.

I realized I was leaving. As soon as I could get on my feet I would announce to her that I wanted to quit. This was over.

‘But you didn’t say no’.

That stupid voice was back snarling at the back of my mind. It was right though… I even begged for it. I had been so hot and horny that I didn’t care for the consequences. I just wanted my release.

I had asked for it. Literally.

I was in way over my head.

I just wanted to go back to what I knew. Back to who I knew…

I know the life on the streets was far from ideal and potentially hazardous too, for a young girl like myself.

I knew that from the scars that no one saw; the ones on my soul and the stupid nightmares.

Only… right at that moment I would rather take that.

…

I jumped as the door clicked opened; wanting to run for cover. I had always been so jumpy; but this morning it felt worse.

My body wasn’t cooperating with me however, much to my dismal.

I was stuck there; with her.

She sat on the bed and I felt the weight shift gently.

She sat on the same side that she had when she spanked my poor behind and I was immediately struck with fear that she would repeat it.

I had not only broken her trust…

“I know you’re awake” she whispered. “I just want you to know how proud I am at how you handled yesterday. I have needed to test that whip for a long time” she aimlessly played with my hair.

I turned my face to be able to look to her but I had no clue how to respond.

“Deep breath sweetie and close your mouth. I don’t want you to destroy your tongue or lip…” she instructed me. Despite my reluctance I followed her advice.

I screamed inside my shut mouth; burrowing my head in the pillow while she as careful as she could tended to my welts.

The fire was back, starting with a white hot explosion set off by the touch of her fingers.

“You’re such a brave soul”

I could barely hear her. The blood was rushing through my body so fast that I could hear the throbbing in my ears.