Wake up, Get up, Get Out There

You checked the clock seeing it was 6 am, and god you were sore. You kissed your boyfriend’s cheek softly, waiting for him to fall asleep before you crawled out of his arms to go bathe, hoping to soothe the marks and not be caught by him. You felt embarrassed, guilty for doing something out of your control. It was even weirder... your panties were drenched, and you felt satisfied... and sensitive, as if you had just orgasmed.

As you got into the bathroom, you stripped. You couldn’t help but notice yourself in the mirror, a variety of small scratches and welts in your skin, none clearer than the stripes of a cane along your ass. It was real. It couldn’t be, and yet it was. The pain proved what your eyes could clearly see.

You drew a bath and laid there in the hot water, resting your head against the cool tile, trying not to fall asleep as the water soothed your soreness. All the while, the marks on your flesh did not disappear, did not cease to exist like the dream they were from.

Thank god your only Monday and Wednesday classes were online. Sure, your Tuesday’s and Thursday’s sucked, having two classes back to back, but at least you got a break on Monday, and Wednesday’s and got to lay around all day. Sure, you had an online lecture at 11, but it wasn’t bad when you could lay in bed for it.

Sighing, you got out of the bath and dried off, then you got dressed in panties and one of your boyfriend’s long sleeve shirts, the over large shirt almost going to your knees. The shirt covered the marks, made you feel safe. As you crawled back into his arms. You closed your eyes kissing his cheek, hoping it is a dream, that the pain will disappear on waking.

You close your eyes, but sleep doesn't come. It feels like you got 12 hours of rest, despite the fact that it couldn't have even been 8. So you cuddle into your boyfriend, enjoying the quiet of my breathing and the cool morning sun as it rises.

At 7, his alarm goes off, and he wakes up. He kisses you gently, opening his eyes. His hand goes along your shoulder, finding his shirt. "Feeling cold? We could raise the thermostat if you want, I wouldn't mind. It is fall now, I think it got cold overnight." You ran your hand through his hair. He was handsome. Sweet. Warm. As he snuggled into you, it made you smile a bit, despite the movement rubbing along a sore spot.

“Good morning to you too.” you teased, feeling his hand rub your back as he hugged you. “And not anymore. You’ve warmed me up a bit.” you said softly, and smiled, rubbing his cheek gently. You kissed his chin now, hoping this moment can last forever. He stretches in your arms and begins to move away from you. You remembered he had class and groaned as he lifted the blanket to let the cold air hit you. “Hurry up and get home, so you can hold me all day.” You said softly, which was odd. Normally, you weren’t the clingy girlfriend, and you weren’t quite vocal about things like that. “Sounds like a plan.” He goes to the bathroom. You can hear him turn on the shower, preparing for his 8:30 class.

Your stomach growls, and breakfast sounds really good right now. As you stand up from the bed, Adam leans out of the bathroom, brushing his teeth. His eyes move up your body, enjoying the view, before I key in on something.

"Did you bang your shin on something? That looks like a nasty welt." The shirt doesn't reach your shin, and even that had been whipped by the man last night, as he tore even your socks from your body…

"I can kiss it better if you want." He leans back into the bathroom with a grin. You blushed a bit and nodded. “Yeah, I forgot you have to be standing away from the door before you open it... it banged me pretty good.” You giggled, and blushed..“I can think of a few places that you can kiss.” Cooing, you hurried to the kitchen before he could make a smart comment back.

You started to toast a bagel, as you thought about what happened last night. Why did you just tease your boyfriend? Were you horny from last night, or was it just a playful tease like any other morning? You were lost in your thoughts as you pulled the bagel out, and started to smear some cream cheese on it, as the image of the woman came back.

“Hello? Are you there?” You mumbled very quietly to myself, wondering if she could answer me when I was awake. You are greeted by silence. At least at this moment, she does not speak to you. Maybe that will change in the future, as your "power" increases? Whatever that means, in the context of that crazy world. Ultimately, you don't know. You frowned. You needed many more answers. Why you? Why were you going through this? How do you hide this all from your boyfriend? Would he even believe you about the crazy dream? How do you stop the welts and whatever else that dream will do to you?

"You didn't grab the last one of those did you? It smells great." You nearly jump as your boyfriend enters the kitchen. “Oh... no... there’s another.” you said softly, and smiled turning around. “Besides, even if I did, I know how to share.” you said with a smile, taking a bite out of your own, to which he smiles.

He reaches up and soon he has his own bagel toasting in the toaster. He leans in, kissing you on the side of your head as he finishes putting on a light sweater. He takes the warm bagel and takes some cream cheese and spread it on his own bagel. He leans in, kissing you fully. "See you this afternoon. Or maybe evening, depending on how busy today turns out to be." With that he kisses you again, before taking a bite of his bagel, grabbing his bag and leaving. “I love you.” You said softly, watching him leave. Then, you went to lay down, resting.

You while away your time until it is time for your online class. As you tune in, Professor Gozen's face fills the screen. As you see her, you can't help but remember the dreamworld, where she had spanked your classmate Sakura. The sheepish woman is so different there, but that was because the other world's was a puppet, fulfilling a fantasy of Professor Derleth. Would the same stuff happen tonight? Or would you go without answers for months? Did Professor Derleth know about this? Was he truly controlling this, or was it just part of your own dream? Maybe it was a crazy dream, but what about the welts... the feeling? The orgasm was definitely real, it’s warmth still lingering and it felt great. You shake your head, tuning back in, making sure that you listen to the lecture. But every once in a while, as you shift, you can feel the marks that world left on you.

After the lecture, you descended into a Netflix haze, just trying to make the day pass and the thoughts of the dream stop. Still, it never leaves you, weighing on you. Your boyfriend didn't come home immediately in the afternoon. He comes back an hour after my last class, some bags of groceries in his hand. He goes to the kitchen and places some things away, as he talks. "Hey, I figured that I should get something to help you warm up." He pulls the white wine from the bag alongside the meal he is planning to cook for tonight, a fine braised chicken. He holds up the wine for your appraisal, before heading back to the kitchen "Now let's get this guy chilled."

“Maybe not tonight? I know you’re excited and all... but I’m not sure if I feel good enough to drink. My stomach and head have been killing me all day. What if we just have a snuggle night?” Again with the snuggles. You were never this clingy, so why now?

It was obvious you seemed upset. Your skin was sort of pale, even paler than usual, and you just seemed rather out of sorts. It looked as though you had a rough day, because you had. Or rather a rough night.

“Please?” You asked, starting to walk to him, seeking comfort.

He put down the stuff he was holding, taking you into his arms. "That's fine, we can maybe do it tomorrow if you feel up to it. Or we can just have it on the shelf for a day we feel like celebrating." He pauses for a second as he looks down at you. "... I don't want to seem like a nag, but are you sure you're ok? You seemed chilly this morning, you say your stomach and head have been killing you, and I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you don't look so good. Do you want to schedule an appointment with a doctor? Dr Markov is good and the general practitioner that serves this town."

“I’m okay... really. Thank you for being concerned, but nothing too bad. Just a cold or what not... I’ll be fine with some nice snuggles.” you said, smiling warmly. But your boyfriend’s concern doesn’t seem to ease.

"I know, I'm butting in. But I just want what's best for you, and I don't want to hear that soldiering on crap. Too many college students just march through 105 degree fevers. If you feel bad, there's no shame in getting help. And you look like shit, I’m not going to lie."

“You’re not butting in, its cute that you’re so concerned for me baby. But I promise I’ll be fine in a day or two. Just had a bit of a rough sleep, or maybe caught a cold.”

He looks at you, visibly deflating. "I don't want to fight. I'm just worried is all. You were just acting a little different today and I thought a little wine might help." He leans in. "Just know that you can always talk about things with me." You gasp as he lifts you in his arms, walking toward the bedroom, wanting to give you what you want. But you can hear those words bounce in your head, and deep inside you know that the dreamworld sounds crazy, that even if he says you can always talk, there are limits. The secret makes a wall between you, one you feel deeply. He was your best friend, you couldn’t lose him over this.

It had to just be a dream. If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t be able to keep it hidden for long. Just a coincidence that you slept rough and got marks all over the same night the dream happened. You couldn’t tell him about it though, because he’d think you’re crazy. You’d just be quiet, besides... You were safe in his arms.

As he laid down, you curled up to him. You pulled the blanket over the two of you, and kissed his cheek very gently. “I love you.” I whispered softly hugging you tightly. “I’m sorry for ruining your plans, darling.”

He smiles, finally letting the cloud of his concern ease. “They're not ruined, just delayed. Something to look forward to." He kissed you briefly, before kissing you again deeper. His hands roamed your body as he snuggled into you, hoping to put you at ease. You moaned into his hands, but soon he could hear the gentle puffing breaths of your sleep. He whispers to you, as your brow furrows in your sleep, "Have a good rest, darling."