Tattoo

An appointment was made on Saturday and so myself, Marcie and Lindsey headed over to the resident tattoo parlor. I was specifically told to wear a dress for the occasion.

“It's been a while since we got out like this, just the three of us”, said Lindsey with a whistle.

“Is that wise?”, I said, knowing full well it would be futile. “You have some big target on your back right now, Marcie.”

“Nah its fine.” Marcie assured. “I have Rina with a bunch of girls on standby nearby. If the rebels try anything we have ourselves a nice catch.”

Soon enough we arrived at the tattoo parlor. A tiny little shop in some back alley that couldn't be more seedy looking. “H-hey...this is save right?”

Marcie smiled at me and patted my head. “It is, I checked the reviews online. Just do what I told you to.”

I took a deep breath. That didn't help much to ease my worry. We entered the shop.

I was happy to see that there was a girl here and not some creepy tattooed guy. She looked like a gypsy. Actually, I really should have tried to get some gypsy to lift this damn curse.

“H-hi”, I stammered nervous. “I am here for the appointment.”

“Ah yes”, the gypsy smiled at me. “Of course, did you already check my selection?”

“Um..actually it's a surprise! My friends will choose something for me!”

That got her to giggle. “I see...how bold of you. Very well, please make yourself comfortable on the bed over there. I suppose you know which side.”

That I did. I lay down on my stomach and immediately felt getting drowsy. This was of course another order. I would sleep trough the entire procedure. I admit, I was grateful for that one. I'm sure people would love to have that luxury.

When I woke up there was an intense pain in my butt(and I'm not talking about Marcie)

“My”, said the Tattoo lady. “That was truly amazing! Sleeping trough a rear tattoo like that is something else.”

“How are you feeling?”, asked Marcie.

“It hurts”, I said, while holding back my tears. “Like burning.”

“Yes, that is normal for the first week or so. Butt tattoos are deceptively painful. After a week things will get easier on you and in a month you can enjoy your tattoo without pain.”

A whole month like this? Oh, please no.

Tattoo Lady continued. “Because of this, I suggest long flowing dresses. It might not be the right season but I really recommend going commando. Also you might try to avoid sitting as much as possible.”

Lindsey looked like she was just about to loose her shit, but at least Marcie showed some concern.

“Well then. Do you want to see it?” It won't look too good right now due to the bleeding but you will get the basic idea.”

“Actually”, Marcie chimed in. “We really want to do the reveal properly. So we'd like to avoid showing it to Gina just yet.”

Tattoo Lady had no qualms with that and after paying. (Of course I had to pay for it myself, but at this point I was flat broke so Marcie fronted me the money) we left. It actually took me that long to realize that I never put my underwear back on.

“I don't wish to inflict pain on you.” Marcie said. “So you will do what she said. No panties and long dresses for the next week.”

I looked at Marcie as if she was insane. “I can't do this!”

“You should tough”, said Lindsey while giving me a slap on the ass.

The pain was so intense that I almost passed out. I didn't tough. I just screamed loud enough that someone hopefully calls the cops on us.

“See?”

“Lindsey...”, Marcie said with a sigh. “Can you try being nice for once? Let's not make that needlessly painful for her, ok?”

“Fine, fine”, Lindsey relented. “Should be a very funny week regardless.”

“In any case”, Marcie continued. “You will go commando and wear long dresses for the next week. Not much we can do for school but at least try to sit as little as possible at home. You might feel the urge to scratch, but that will only make things worse, so you are forbidden to do that as well. I will relieve you from your study and exercising duties for the week. Make sure to put that ointment on twice a day. Apply it gently, not too much. Or I can do it for you if you prefer.”

“I do it myself”, I said sniffling.

“As you wish. You are forbidden from looking at your tattoo. That includes all kinds of trickery like looking into a mirror or taking a photo. No research either. Also don't ask anybody how it looks, although I suppose you wouldn't do that anyway.”

“Why can't I see?”, I asked.

“Because I have something fun planned for later. Not the next week tough. You can take it easy for once. And this goes for you too Lindsey. I don't want to see any bullying for next week. Otherwise we won't do the thing.”

“I want to do the thing.”

“Then be nice.”

That didn't felt particularly reassuring.

The weekend was hell. I spent almost the entire time on my back trying to ignore the burning sensation. Even applying the lotion hurt like hell. And there was blood. Oh god, why is there blood?

I was so scared that I even called Marcie, who assured me that this was normal, for the first day or two anyway.

Monday was worse.

Right away the first thing Marcie did upon my arrival was lift my dress and check up on the tattoo. Sure, thanks for the privacy.

“Good, looks very clean, no blood. Will still hurt of course but the worst is over.”

It was humiliating to expose myself like that. But in addition there was also the cold. It was at the end of October. Not the **** of winter yet, but way too chilly for my attire. I dressed up as much as I could but there was nothing I could do against the chill in my nether region.

Still, that was nothing compared to the pain of finally sitting on a chair. This was the third day after getting the tattoo but it still hurt like hell. I tried shifting my weight but it did little to help. It got so bad that I almost wanted to run to the Infirmary.

As much as I would have loved to, I couldn't. Exposing my tattoo would mean my mother get involved. I needed to avoid that at all cost. I somehow managed to make it to lunch.

“Please Marcie...”, I begged once more. “Do something against this pain.”

I was sure she would ignore my pleas like always, but to my surprise that wasn't the case. “I suppose it was a bit unreasonable to have you attend school like this”, she said. “Fine, your sense of pain is reduced by 50% for today.”

“Only today?”, I whimpered.

“Pain is a very important function of the human body. Taking it away for too long is dangerous. I think you will be able to handle it by tomorrow.”

“I guess...thanks.”

“At any rate, the pain should slowly decrease with time. Some people enjoy the healing process. Oh, and this was technically messing with your mind, but this one is on you since you asked me, so it doesn't count.”

Despite everything I had to grin at that. “Just you wait. Once I am free, I make sure you will experience the joy of getting a tattoo as well.”

“Don't need to”, Marcie replied with a smile. “I already have one.” She touched her breasts.

And then I understood. Fuck...how could I have been so stupid?

Was this Tattoo just a way for me to understand the pain Marcie went trough with her scar? And she even spared my chest. “I'm sorry.” I felt like shit. “I deserve this, do I?”

Marcie looked at me as if I have just gotten insane. “Do you truly believe that?”

“No.”, I blurted out.

Fuck!

I was expecting Marcie to get angry in her typical righteous fashion, but instead she just started to giggle. “Well, I mean...it is progress, kinda, but..pffft...”

“Yeah, very funny”, I said with a ****-pan expression. Can't believe I just felt sorry for her.

“Look”, Marcie said, finally collecting herself with a deep breath. “There is...I mean...I want to...oh for fucks sake.” She cursed, took another deep breath and...hugged me?

“Waahh...huh? What is going on?”

“Just shut up for a bit”, she grunted and I obeyed. Marcie didn't talk, but she didn't seem to want to let me go either. The only thing she did was staring very intently at me with a determined expression, as she kept me in that bear hug of hers. Her breasts pushed against my own. Shit, I don't want to but I felt that I'm starting to blush. Marcie seems a bit red as well, so that's a plus. But seriously what? Is she going to kiss me? Attempt a wrestling move? She doesn't look drunk. I don't get it. What the hell is going on?

After an eternity she finally let go of me. “Alright this should be long enough. You go it?”

I still couldn't talk so I had to wait until Marcie restored my speaking privilege before blurting out, that no, I did in fact not have the slightest clue what kind of mental damage Marcie currently was subjected to. So no, I didn't fucking “get it.” Politely spoken, of course.

That produced another sigh. “Seriously, you are such a child. You aren't tough. Guess, you really make me say it, huh? Look what I want to tell you...” One more deep breath. “That in the past, I may have done some things to you, while absolutely well deserved, where out of turn.”

“Like shoving a huge Dildo up my butt?”

“Among other things. Not many, mind you, for the vast majority of my control over you I was absolutely just and fair. But for these few things I...I...apologize.”

Oh wow.

That was a first, right? I don't think Marcie ever apologized to me. At least no earnestly. Even when she lifted that mind thing a while back it was merely an acknowledgment of a faulty move, so to speak.

“I...” For a moment I didn't know what to say. “If you really feel sorry, you should compensate me, then.”

That got her smirk back on really quick. Her smug Marcie smile, that basically screamed. “Yeah, of course you where going to say that.”

“Don't push your luck, but yes you will get compensation. This time it will be on my terms tough and when I feel like it.”

Wow, much fair, Marcie. So justly.

The rest of Monday was manageable, but since the pain returned on Tuesday, it felt like taking a step back. I finally noticed an improvement on Wednesday. Come Friday the only thing left was a constant burning sensation and the strong urge to scratch.

Still I could deal with that. What worried me was that I still didn't know what exactly was on my ass and “the thing” that is supposed to happen next week.

Knowing Marcie, I had a vague idea tough.