Chapter 9
I was lying on a soft bed, face down. A bright morning sun was shining through
a window and the curtains were wafting back and forth from a gentle morning
breeze. I just lay there staring at the curtains not wanting to move everything
seemed so peaceful and cozy.
I felt an itch on my back and started to move an arm to reach behind to scratch,
but that slight movement of the arm was all I managed. Instead of easing and
itch I let out a scream of agony.
My back was on fire.
It all came back with a rush.......the whipping. I only remember four lashes
and the Master saying they would start over and add twelve more lashes because I
had failed to count. Then all was blackness.
Did they go ahead and finish the punishment while I was off in never, never
land?
My back felt like it had taken a lot more than just the four lashes I remember.
The door opened quickly and Henry rushed in, "It's ok Pussyboy", Henry
soothed, "just lie very still and it won't hurt so bad. You are quite
fortunate the Master called off the punishment after twenty lashes. William had
opened a couple of wounds and the Master decided that you had, had enough. Be
sure to thank him for his kindness and mercy when he comes to visit you today.
I just lay there, looking at him but saying nothing. Henry walked out of sight
and I heard water running. He returned carrying a glass of water with a bent
straw. He lowered it down to my mouth.
"Just sip it slowly, Pussyboy", he said gently. "We don't want you getting
sick".
I followed Henry's advice and took gentle sips. The cold water felt wonderful
on my parched, sore throat. I must have screamed a lot during the whipping my
throat felt so raw. When the glass was finally empty Henry pulled it away and
disappeared again. I could hear him rinse the glass and place it on what
sounded like a sink.
He came back into view a few seconds later. "I am going give your back another
rub with an antibacterial ointment, it is going to hurt a little at first, but
I will be as gentle as I can", he said this in a tone that left no doubt in my
mind that he was truly sorry, but had no choice.
"The ointment will prevent infection and it helps to speed healing. By this
evening you should not be experiencing any pain at all, just a kind of dull
ache."
I managed to get a, "thanks Henry", through my soar throat.
Henry was correct of course, the moment he started to rub, my back turned to
fire. Not as bad as when I had moved, but still some serious pain here. He had
done my shoulders and was working down to just below the shoulder blades when it
felt as though he had placed a red hot iron on my back. I let out a terrible
scream.
"Sorry Pussyboy, but that is one of the open wounds and it must have the
ointment applied. Grab some of the sheet in your teeth and bite down, it might
help some.
I managed to scrunch up some sheet and get it between my teeth and bit down, at
the same time I grabbed sheet in both fists and locked tight. Henry must have
been watching because as soon as I bit down on the sheet he began to rub again.
The pain was still incredible, but biting the sheet seemed to dispel some of the
pain.
The other open wound turned out to be on my waist just above my ass crack.
Henry was very gentle and did his best not to cause me anymore pain then
necessary to achieve his goal.
When he was finished he said, "just relax for a little while Pussyboy and I
shall return shortly with your breakfast".
I tried to tell him to forget it, I wasn't hungry, I couldn't face the thought
of more dog food, but he had walked away from the bed and I heard a door open
then close, before I could say anything.
I lay there, my back still burning from the application of the ointment,
pondering my fate. There was one thing that was very clear in my mind. I could
never go through another whipping so would now do anything to avoid punishment.
I was a slave and I would obey my Master in all things. I would be the best
damned slave that I could be.
The door opened and I could hear a small cart being rolled in. From around
the end of the bed the cart appeared with Henry pushing it.
"Got a real nice light breakfast for you Pussyboy", he said cheerfully, "some
nice fresh fruit, a bit of oatmeal and a nice glass of milk. How does that
sound?
Oh joy of joys, no more bloody dog food. "Sounds good Henry", I managed to
croak out.
"Throats still dry and sore from the screaming huh?" he asked.
"Yes", I croaked again.
"Well lets start with the oatmeal and the milk, that will help coat your throat
and make it feel a bit better."
"Ah....Henry", I said, "I....ah....have to pee".
"Oh shit, how stupid of me", he replied. "just a moment and I'll get the pan."
He disappeared again and I could hear some rattling coming form another part of
the room. Then he reappeared holding a stainless steel bedpan.
"Try to lift your back end real slow, just enough for me to get the pan under
you", he instructed.
Very slowly indeed, I brought my legs up raising my ass, trying not to do
anything to disturb the open wounds on my back. When I was high enough I felt
Henry slip the pan under and I began to pee right away. My bladder was near to
bursting. It might be a bit embarrassing to have to piss this way in front of
Henry but it was a damned sight less embarrassing then trying to piss in front
of him with a couple of dogs jumping all over me.
When I was finished Henry removed the pan and placed it on the floor under the
bed.
"Now lets get some wholesome food into you", he said as he wheeled the cart
over.
From the cart he took a wine coloured cloth napkin and placed it on the bed
partially under my head to catch anything that might dribble during my feeding.
Next he brought forth a small white bowl and a spoon. He brought the bowl up
close to my face, dipped the spoon in and brought forth a spoonful of oatmeal.
He brought it to my lips, which I opened and cleaned off the spoon.
The sensation that struck my taste buds was heavenly. The oatmeal had been
flavored with cinnamon, honey and apple. I played with that spoonful, letting
my tongue swish it around, getting all the flavor onto every taste bud in my
mouth. Then the swallow. Oh it felt so good, so soothing sliding slowly down
my aching throat, coating it with the cream of the oatmeal. I thought how much
alike this oatmeal cream was to that sweet cream that shot from young Willie's
cock.
I must have been lost in space, cause I suddenly felt the spoon brushing lightly
against my lips and Henry gave a slight, "hurrumph".
I finished up the oatmeal savoring each spoonful. Henry as usual was correct,
the oatmeal cream made my throat feel much better.
"What would you like now Pussyboy, a drink of milk or some fruit. I have some
fresh peach slices here as well as apple and pear".
"The peach sounds good Henry, I'd like to try that next." I said with out the
terrible croaking from earlier.
I ate the peach and then some apple and some pear and finished it all off with
the milk. I was feeling much better now, even the ache in my back seemed to
have subsided.
"Well you try and go back to sleep, Pussyboy, it will help your back to heal".
With that he took his cart and I heard the door open and close.
I was alone again and had a nice warm feeling in my belly. I just lay there for
a while not really thinking of anything and eventually fell asleep.
To be continued.
This story (c) Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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