The whipping took its toll

The next awakening is worse. Although you do not realise it, you have woken yourself up with your own moans. You are hurting worse than you did during the whipping itself, seemingly every cell of your body is screaming in protest. A pleasant coolness touches your face and you moan again. It takes a substantial brain effort to understand Diana is wiping you with a face cloth dipped in cold water. Your moans must have woken her up some time ago but you lack the energy to apologise. Not that Diana is looking for an apology. Her face is tender and sweet as she leans over you and you try to move yourself despite the pain to cuddle up against her. She makes soothing sounds and motions and moves closer to you herself, knowing your need for contact and warmth. You sip some water she gives you and drift away again somehow into uneasy sleep.

Your next waking is somewhat better. It is bright outside already and while your body is still sore and hot (and your sensitive parts are the worst) at least your forehead is not. Your bladder is very full and you slowly, awkwardly and painfully climb off the bed and head into the bathroom on weak legs. Diana is in the kitchen already although you doubt you let her have much sleep and she greets you cheerfully. You thank her for staying with you and say you feel much better before you proceed to the bathroom where you hover over the toilet to pee. When you have washed your hands and face Diana calls you into the kitchen and has you drink a cup of tea and have a few bites of easy food. After eating and spending what feels like half an eternity with Diana rubbing fresh portions of skin salve all over you (causing a somewhat painful but pleasant nonetheless tingling between your legs) you feel reborn and spend some time more actively. You clean up the kitchen too despite Diana's protest, but too soon though the pain and weakness begin to resurface and when the salve has properly dried to feel it best to head back to bed, which you do.

You spend most of the weekend in bed, slowly but surely recovering from your punishment. You never imagined the consequences would be so severe... But you did dump the poor boy when the whole situation could have easily been avoided if only you showed a bit of sense. You decide between periods of slumber you are not holding anything against Mike. Good for him too, as even with all the spankings and humiliation you have suffered, you have not quite forgotten the power you hold in your hand. Or, rather, on your bookshelf. You start to wonder how will you share this secret with Diana, but the conversation is too hard for your tired brain to imagine. In any case, you know the time is not right just yet and you save the thought, turning your focus to finding a position in which you hurt the least. You are immensely grateful to Diana for being with you through this and when she joins you in bed on Saturday night you overcome the (now somewhat diminished) pain to thank her with your tongue and fingers.

It takes almost forty-eight hours for you to stop feeling weak and unable to focus on much beyond the many sore parts of your body, but by Sunday evening you are pretty much fine, constant but quite tolerable pain aside. The light whip’s marks hurt but heal relatively promptly. Diana recommends taking a sick day but you want to get into a normal routine. You also remember that the first trip back to work will see the completion of the nudity punishment you were assigned and you want neither Diana nor yourself to do it alone. You settle it by promising her to tell her in the morning and take a sick day if you start to feel worse again but you are quite certain that will not be the case.