Whipped

I finished helping her with drying the dishes in complete and uncomfortable silence and decided I was better off getting out of her way.

She clearly didn’t want me around.

I took my sandwich into the dining room and found my favourite spot.

I watched people’s everyday life pass me by outside as I attempted to eat the sandwich. Mostly out of a feeling of duty.

Kate had done an amazing job; even if she didn’t like me she didn’t show it through her cooking. Thank goodness!

But the bread grew in my mouth; the more I chewed the harder it was to swallow…

I was gagging on the food and most of all I wanted to spit it back onto the plate…

I was overtaken by nausea.

I continued fighting; I could not show disrespect.

If a bullwhip was considered a reward… what level of punishment had I reached?

Fuck!

“Here” Kate’s voice made me jump and my stomach turned; making the task even more unbearable.

She had placed a water bottle on the windowsill.

“Try a sip” she let me know.

I looked at her in wonderment. Just a moment ago she hated my guts.

I grabbed the bottle and took a gulp of the cold water; it did help the lump of food to feel a little less frightening.

Finally I was able to swallow the bite.

As soon as I was free of it I gasped for air and took another sip of the refreshing water.

“Are you quite alright?” the redhead looked me over with wide eyes.

“Sure” I produced a toothy smile despite the cold sweats. 

I grabbed the sandwich again

“You are a really good cook” I gestured towards my lunch, a heartfelt compliment.

I took another bite to prove that I meant what I said; this time it was much smaller… I had learned my lesson!

What I had already swallowed was on its way up and I rushed into the kitchen.

I didn’t get further and had to bend over the sink as it all came back out of me the way it went down.

Kate was right behind me and grabbed my long hair to hold it out of the way.

“I’m not that good of a cook, huh” she joked as I dried my mouth before I retched again; spewing nothing but bile this time.

“Sorry” my wet eyes looked at her for forgiveness.

My fingers dug into the kitchen counter.

I sank onto a chair feeling so weak.

“I really am sorry” I let her know as she went to work on scrubbing down the entire kitchen; trying to clear it off of my bacteria.

After her vigorous cleaning routine she fetched the water bottle for me and I gulped it down; willing to take anything just to water down that disgusting taste.

“You should get back to bed… do you need a hand?” Her concern started to seem strained again.

She could only handle me for so long…

“I’ll be okay, thank you” I let her know as I took my leave and went on my way back to my room.

There I removed the dress and left it neatly where I found It before crawling into bed and closed my eyes.

What was wrong with me? Was I sick?

 

…

 

I only realized I had fallen asleep when Miss A’s hand on my naked shoulder awoke me.

“Kate told me you were sick earlier” her sweetest tune voiced her concern. I looked up at her and wiped my face trying to fully regain consciousness.

“I’m fine” I gave her my standard answer way before I could even feel if I was or not.

Looking at her I felt a burning need to ask her who the woman in her bedroom had been.

I knew it was far from being any of my business… but that jealousy was there…

I couldn’t just deny it.

She was studying me carefully.

I think she had learned by now that I had a hard time telling her the truth about my wellbeing…

I was studying her too…

She was in a long almost see-through black robe with lace trimmings; making her body contours visible…

This did not help that jealousy burning in me decrease.