A Bunnie To Play With - Chapter 14 - Sex Stories

A Bunnie To Play With - Chapter 14

... clenched. “Oh god.” “Is that a yes?” My skin prickled with the shameful blush that covered my whole body. “Yes, Mistress.” “Good,” she purred, “maybe we’ll do that one day. Or maybe not. We’ll see. Now sleep, we both need some rest.” I closed my eyes. “Mistress?” “Mhm?” “My back hurts.” “Doesn’t matter,” she mumbled, already halfway asleep, “that’s what you get from going home with strangers.” It took a bit longer than that for me to follow her into the lands of dreams, but my exhaustion won out over the pain at one point, and I dreamed of whips and shackles and crowds of cruel women, but the image that kept repeating itself was one of Anne, a cane in her hand, about to swing it at my breasts just like Helen had done earlier. * * * * When I awoke, the events seemed even more surreal to me than when they had happened. Anne was already busy making breakfast - apparently, she had snuck out to fetch fresh rolls, because the smells of bakery and coffee filled the room and made me salivate. I sat up, groaning with pain when I put too much weight on my abused buttocks. “Good morning, Bunnie!” Anne put a roll onto a plate and set it on the old plastic serving tray we had kept around for no discernible reason. “You stay in bed right now! I’ll bring you breakfast in a min.” I sank back, suddenly incredibly touched, and the world around me blurred a little. I couldn’t stay mad with her about sneaking off, not when I had seen these worried and caring looks travel my way. She poured a ...

... cup of coffee and added a generous pouring of milk and put two spoonfuls of sugar into it, to create exactly the sweet, creamy-brown goodness I loved on slow days. On school days, I wanted kick, so I usually added just enough milk and sugar to take away the worst of the edge, but on weekends, I indulged myself. And today, Anne was all set to indulge me. She approached with the tray and put it down across my legs, then climbed onto the bed and sat down with crossed legs, facing me. “Honey or jam?” “I’m not an invalid.” I realized how harsh my words sounded instantly. “Sorry, I just meant… you don’t need to treat me as if I’m fragile…” My cheeks flushed. To my relief, she giggled. “You? Fragile? That’s a good one.” Her hand searched mine and wrapped around it. “You’re the strongest, most daring girl I know.” Her thumb brushed the back of my hand, and I sighed softly. “I just want to indulge you a little. It’s my fault too that…” “Balderdash!” I giggled when she looked at me wide-eyed. I had always wanted to use that word. “Nobody’s at fault but me. I knew deep down very well what I let myself in for. I was jealous and hot-tempered and naive, and I made a bit of a bad decision.” A tear trickled down her cheek, and the need to catch her in my arms and kiss her senseless became almost overwhelming. I thought of the tray on my legs at the last moment and settled back down with a sigh. “Hey, Anne.” I reached up and brushed the tear away. “Mistress.” She sniffled a bit, but she never ...