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I untie the rope from the table legs and take the handcuffs off your hands. You don't move, just lay there on the table, shudder going through your body from time to time.
"Ron, baby, we are done. You did good. How did you like it?"
You don't answer me for a while and I start to worry. I untie you blindfold and slide it off your head.
"Annie..."
So we are back to Annie? Good.
"Yes, baby, I am right here."
"It hurts...A lot."
"Where?"
"My ass."
"Of cause it does. It's OK."
I grab a tube of Aloe-Vera creme and start to gently apply it to welding skin. It should help a little. A warm bath would also help, but I don't think you are for climbing any stairs right now. When cream is on, I bring you a robe and wrap you as good as I can.
"Don't fall asleep here, Ron. Let's go to a real bed."
You open your eyes, but I am not sure you recognize me. After all, you saw me only for a few minutes, a and that was before.
"Ron, can you stand up?"
You try and nearly fall, I catch you, but I don't think I can hold you for long. I need to get you upstairs as fast as possible, or you will fall asleep here and I would prefer not to sleep on the concrete floor.
"OK, let's go. Move!"
And somehow we begin to move in the direction of stairs. They are not far, just ten or so steps, but we still need to get there. Step - rest - step - rest... Yey! We made it! Now for the hard part - we need to get up and I definitely can't carry you. But it looks like you are feeling a bit better and one hand on my shoulders, another on the railing you start slowly, but steadily climb up.
There is a small bedroom on this floor. I knew that we might not be able to get upstairs to the master bedroom, so I put a full sized cot on the floor for us here. Not a honeymoon suite, but better that the floor. We slowly work there and I lower you to the cot.
"I will be right back."
"Annie?"
"Yes?"
"Don't leave me."
"No, baby, I just need to grab couple bottles of water. I will be right back."
I run to the kitchen, grab the water, and rush back.
You are lying there in the fetal position and don't react when I cover your with a heavy blanket.
I take my clothes off and climb in. I hug you tightly and rock you a little. You start to cry.
"What's wrong, baby?"
"Nothing. I am... I am completely happy."
"You cry when you are happy?"
"I did not before, but it looks like now I am."
I hug you even tighter and we fall asleep.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 2 years agoThis story captured my interest completely. Although I usually am not attracted to heavy impact activity, this one was different. The care and respect Anne shows Ron is too rarely found in BDSM stories. The effects of the 100+ blows on Ron seems very realistic. He never screamed, though Annie was concerned he might. (Would that have caused her to stop, or pause, the beating?) He did not use either safe word.. Did Anne consider that in all the pain and the state of his submissive mind, he might not have remembered that he HAD safe words? At any rate, she judged he had had enough and stopped. And used snow to reduce swelling and an ointment to aid healing.
But I do worry about Ron! The next day he will be taking a plane home - to his family. He will not be able to walk or sit without wincing. Those welts and bruises will not heal for a week or 10 days! What’s gonna happen when he gets home?? Oooh. J.
CockedCapover 2 years agoI don't like to tell creators what to do but in your case I'm making an exception. Write more. If you are already writing but keeping it private, make it public. I love your stuff. I've paid for your stuff through Kindle and would happily buy more.
Emirusalmost 4 years agoThere are some errors, mostly grammatical, but which did not spoil my enjoyment of the story. These are just two of them. A drug is a pharmaceutical product. But I appreciate it was just a typo because of your correct use of drag elsewhere. With many American writers, however, they do actually think drug is the correct verb whereas that honour belongs to dragged. “Of cause it does. It’s ok.” which is another typo. These are the sort of things to slip through with all writers, including me, no matter how careful you think you have been with your final edit.
However, “gently apply it to welding skin,” is different. I assume you were thinking of weals. But there is no such word as wealding. Maybe a confusion with weals or weald and wielding as in “wielding a sword?” to produce a hybrid word. But, as I’ve said, nothing to mar my enjoyment of the story.
You either got lucky; have a very good imagination; have done some careful research; or have personal knowledge of the subject matter. Whichever one applies (and I don’t think it’s got lucky) you’ve made a very good job of both the description of how she applied the treatment together with her concern in applying the treatment to the appropriate degree. Also her concern for his safety and satisfaction which is a prime factor in real life.
BelleCanzutoalmost 5 years agoI'm really just seconding the other comments about enjoying the description of what you did (planned to do), and WHY. As well as the comments about appreciating the aftercare aspects. So few of the BDSM stories seem to be a real or plausibly real couples; it's just really nice to see.
I also hope that you keep writing!
