What a way to wake up

“Wake up my pet.”� I felt her fingers rifling my hair.

I smiled then opened my eyes. The clock showed I’d slept much later than usual.

Looking up at her beside me on the bed I caught the crooked smile on her parted lips and what I think of as That Look. It was if she were looking through me. She tried to explain it to me once. I looked barely six inches tall sometimes she said.

“I’m almost sorry to need you right now.”� She neither looked nor sounded apologetic. I shivered. Not first thing in the day. Now I had the right to get on my knees and very humbly beg her to accept my inability. And she would’ve. But I was awake, no demands on my time and didn’t feel bad just worried. I could say I swallowed my pride but I was already seeing her as my Goddess, no pride was left. I just swallowed air. And nodded.

“Roll onto your hands and knees. Bring your feet over the edge of the bed. I obeyed.

Her palm smacked into my buttocks until I could feel but not see their blush. This was just the warm-up. Athletes warm-up so do masochists’ butts.

Then there was the wait. Whatever instrument was about to strike me she’d have chosen before waking me. I was being allowed to worry. Would it be that cat o’ nine tales that I could barely tolerate? I’d barely thought of that when one of her crueler floggers cut into my skin. My response was somewhere between “yeep!”� and “ow!”� and several other meaningless sounds.

“Legs down!”� The flogger hit the back of my calves. I’d forgotten to hold my legs flat against the bed. I’d do my best to comply. Displeasing her would only earn me more lashes.

But how many lashes? She hadn’t told me. She wasn’t counting. I certainly wasn’t. Given what that flogger could do she was relatively restrained. Not that a single stroke left me silent. Once I unintentionally started to move up and it slice into my back. I fought to hold myself still, except for my tongue. There was no controlling that without a gag.

Really it probably didn’t last that long. But when it was over all I knew was the successive burning stings that had cut into my ass. It wasn’t until I felt the vastly milder burn of an antiseptic spray that I knew she was done.

“Now that is the way to start the day.”� I didn’t quite agree but I relaxed. I could tell that she was done. For all I knew that had only been the beginning. Once again I felt her fingernails gently move through my hair. My normal pleasure at this was mixed with a mortifying gratitude that he need to see me suffer was satisfied for now.

“You just relax, hon. I’ll fix a nice breakfast for you.”�

This morning I’d be eating standing up.