It was Sunday morning, the day after Melanie had faced down Ms. Wilson and I was in bed with her. I was naked and she had on a nightgown, something she must have put on after I had fallen asleep last night. I went to move and groaned as the pains from Melanie beating me came to life.
Melanie was awake instantly.
"Sabine, are you all right, darling?"
"Yes, I just hurt a little, Melanie."
"Oh God, I knew it wasn't a good idea to flog you after that bitch was here. I am sorry, darling."
"Don't be Melanie. It was good for you and that is all that matters."
She sat up and pulled down the blanket and sheet. I looked down my body, seeing red lines on my skin from the flogging...lines from the stray strands that didn't stay with the mass of them. My nipples were the worst. Red and swollen, erect without being aroused. I closed my eyes; I didn't want to see. Melanie got up and left, returning shortly with the lotion which she gently smoothed into my skin. Even as gentle as she was, I still whimpered, gasping at times when she touched a very sensitive spot. She wanted me to roll over but I couldn't bear the thought of my nipples touching anything, so I slowly swung my feet out and stood, sucking in air as my body changed position.
I felt her hands at my back, gently rubbing more lotion into my skin and then she touched my ass. I jerked with a gasp. I knew she was being good to me so I pushed my ass back and bit my lip. She drizzled lotion on my ass and oh so gently rubbed it in there too. I had tears leaking out of my eyes before she was done. My ass still felt as though a fire had been started in it and burned down to the coals. I was mostly all right until I had to move or was touched. Then the hurt increased. I wanted to sit down and bawl, but I didn't want her to know how much it really hurt so I didn't. I wiped my eyes. Don't cry, Sabine, I told myself, don't cry.
"Can you lie down, darling?"
I took halting steps to my little bed and watched Melanie hurry up beside me, pulling down my cover and sheet. She helped me down and watched me lay on my side. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing.
"Tell me you are all right, please, Sabine?"
"I'm fine, Melanie. Just a little more than I expected."
"Don't try to be brave, Sabine."
"I'm not, really I am not. I just need to rest for a bit."
I opened my eyes, seeing the concerned look on her face."
"It isn't your fault Melanie. I asked for this, remember?"
"I'll be here if you need anything, Sabine, just ask OK?"
I nodded and closed my eyes, feeling her hand stroke my hair back. I sensed her leaving my side and let my mind go. Thinking of nothing I dozed off and on, hearing her moving in the room but I had no desire to see what she was doing. All I wanted was to get the hurt out so I wouldn't concern her any more than I had already. And rest would do that, rest and not moving any more than I had to move.
I vegetated most of the day, not caring if I ate. Melanie brought me water from our little fridge so I had something to drink. She wanted to hold it for me, but I told her again that I was fine, that she should study or do whatever. When I had to pee, I knew she would be watching me, so I put a smile on my face and got out of bed. I know I didn't leap up, but I stood as good as I could and walked slowly to the bathroom. She watched me carefully. I smiled at her.
"See, almost as good as new, Melanie."
She followed me into the bathroom and watched me sit down on the toilet.
"Melanie, for goodness sake, I am fine, really."
She ignored me and waited until I was done peeing. Then she took the paper from my hand and wiped my pussy for me. She helped me stand and walked with me back to my bed. I touched her cheek, so happy at the concern she showed for me. I leaned forward and kissed her.
"Thank you, Melanie."
I lay back down. I closed my eyes again. I heard her move away and I sighed. I wanted her to be Melanie. The woman who liked to smack me, not a nurse for me. I needed to talk to her. But maybe tomorrow would be soon enough.
I made her go out and get some lunch. She brought back a sandwich and some chips for me, which I was grateful for. She watched me eat and cleaned up after me. God, this was getting ridiculous! We needed to talk, now.
I got up and walked to the couch where she was. I sat down.
"Look, Melanie, I don't want you like this. This is not you. I won't have it."
"But, Sabine..."
"No buts, Melanie. You've told me what you like, what you want. I want you to have it, but I can't if you are going to be like this afterwards. Yes, it probably wasn't a good idea last night when you were angry. But that is over, I am fine. I want to give you what you desire. We just won't go ahead if you are angry, OK? At least not everytime. I want the Melanie who found what I wanted. That's you, my darling. You don't have to hold back anything. I want this as much as you do, darling."
She didn't argue with me, thankfully. I really wanted her to be herself.
Over the next few days, the first two when I didn't go to class at all, we talked. We talked about spankings and paddling and flogging, how they could be for pleasure and punishment both. I told her that I wanted the pleasure definitely, but that if she felt I needed to be punished that I was fine with that also. I even went out the second day and found a room, unlocked, close to ours that would be the punishment room for when I was bad or did something wrong. I told her about it, showed her and told her that I expected her to use it, if she thought it was necessary. I told her that she was to set the rules. It was a learning experience for both of us. She was domme, but learning, I was submissive and learning. We spent time on the Internet viewing sites of dominants, reading about things and learning. A good one is on the Literotica bulletin board for those of you who are interested.
Over the next few days Melanie began to be her old self which I was so grateful for. I needed her as she was and she started to be her old self again. She even made me strip again and teased me unmercifully, fingering my pussy and pinching and twisting my nipples until I was whimpering out loud. I loved her for it. When I was so close to coming, she knew and stopped and I wanted to cry, I was so happy. This was the woman I needed and wanted.
Once my aches and pains had mostly disappeared I decided to be naughty. I had two days when my classes were over before hers. I hurried back to our room and stripped naked. I went into the closet and got the paddle and flogger, the handcuffs and from her dresser the harness with her favorite dildo attached. I even took out the anal plug. I lubricated my ass, sticking first one then two fingers inside even if I didn't like it and then I laid each item on the rug in front of the couch. Then I got down on my knees and lowered my head to the floor. I waited, excited, listening for her. When I heard her coming I reached back and spread my ass open for her. The door opened and there was silence behind me, then a chuckle.
"You little slut, Sabine!"
Melanie shut the door, locked it and walked in front of me and lifted my head up by my hair. She looked into my eyes and I opened my heart to her. I let her see inside me again. She saw who I was inside me. I saw my Melanie come back to me, the Melanie I wanted. She didn't say a word, but moved behind me and pulled my arms back cuffing them together. I was in heaven. I closed my eyes and waited. I wasn't disappointed. She paddled me with love, heating my ass so nicely, then she flogged my back and ass until it was hot and red. Then she left me, kneeling, and ass up. I heard the rustling of clothes and then she was between my legs.
"I shouldn't ask you slut, but where do you want to be fucked?"
"Wherever you wish, Melanie."
I gasped as she slammed the dildo up my ass and I whimpered softly. It hurt but it was what she wanted. I had her back, oh God, I had her back!
"Where is my cock, you slut?"
"In my ass, Melanie."
