Jemima
As I stepped into the pack house, I went straight for the bathroom. My thoughts kept redirecting to the pleasures and sensations that I would be feeling soon but I pushed them down to the depth of my heart.
Nothing of such is happening again, not while I have received lashes from him.
The anger I thought dissipated came back in an increasing order and I did realize when I walked into the room and began to pull down each clothing with each step that I took.
Right from the door till I got to the bathroom. I went under the shower first, washing of the blood from my back. The whip ate from my flesh, making it open but as the shower poured down water on my body, I felt no pain.
Must have healed up because of Analia and I am grateful, remembering those times where Tim would punish me
