A Bunnie To Play With - Chapter 14 - Sex Stories

A Bunnie To Play With - Chapter 14

When I stepped out of the shower after a good half hour with my skin all wrinkly, I still had the smell of pee linger in my nose, but I was quite sure that it was only in my head by now. Anne was waiting for me, sitting on the toilet lid, one of my socks dangling from her fingers. I saw her wince the moment she spotted my body and couldn’t keep myself from feeling a twinge of satisfaction. I even turned around and closed the shower stall to give her a good view of my equally decorated derriere. “Oh shit, Bunnie.” “What?” I wanted to make her feel bad, but the anguish in her face toppled my tower of resentment. “It looks worse than it is.” I picked up a towel, dried my hair and dabbed at the few not-hurting patches of skin. “Don’t play me for an idiot,” she hissed back, “I’ve seen enough welts in the last two years to know what hurts and what doesn’t. This is going to hurt like hell, and you’ll have a hard time sleeping for the next few days.” There was no arguing that, so I simply shrugged. “Whatever. It won’t last forever.” “Who did this?” Her voice was quieter now. I stepped closer to her and put my hand on my hip. “And why would you want to know?” “Because I…” She paused. I wanted to be able to see into her mind at this moment, to know what she was thinking. To know the truth. “Because I’m your friend.” The dejection that slapped me over the face couldn’t be hidden, my whole posture slumped. “Friends talk to each other.” I threw the towel I was still holding into the ...

... corner and left, wanting nothing more that to curl into a ball and wail my misery to the world. I did curl up on my bed. Lying on the side was the only position where I wasn’t painfully reminded of this night’s activities anyway. I just cried silently, though. Everything was quiet for a long time. Then I heard Anne walk across the room. When the entrance door clicked shut, I allowed my sobs some voice. I even managed to drift into an unruly slumber after a while, but I was startled out of it by the door. When my mattress sunk in right next to me, I made sure to breathe evenly and appear sleeping. Though when something cold touched my bum, I couldn’t suppress the gasp. “Shh,” Anne whispered, “it’s healing salve. You need that, or you’ll carry the lines for the next few weeks.” Her finger travelled across my bum cheeks and spread the cream. I whimpered. “I know it hurts, honey, but it’s either a bit of pain now or a constant sore for twice as many days as it will take with the salve.” She wordlessly continued to work the salve into my backside and thighs, and apart from small whimpers when she touched especially sore spots, I was quiet too. She was thorough and took her time so she didn’t miss a single sore patch of skin. Then she told me to turn around so she could do my frontside. I had to move around awkwardly on all fours to do so. She started with my stomach, and every touch made my muscles twitch. Thank god I wasn’t ticklish, or this would never have worked. While she put ...