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Whipped	By : This_is_The_Phantom_Lady Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3753 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This contains major triggers for people with issues with self-harm. I do not own or profit on any official BBC Sherlock characters or any other part of BBC Sherlock.

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I was sniffling when I was removing the underwear from my body. The heels were already placed neatly to her specific orders; I had been careful to place them in the exact middle of the dresser, lining them up as perfectly as I could.
I had been diagnosed with a mild form of stress induced OCD after a therapist I saw for a while caught me aligning the magazines in her waiting room before our first session. This wasn’t that different.
My eyes were wet when I lay ready. I was in for something a lot worse than the riding crop... could I handle that? Was I strong enough?
I wanted to run. I wanted to get away… I felt the panic right under the top layer of my skin, crawling to get out.
But at the same time… I needed something extreme enough to drown out the chaos this day had left inside of me.
The sound of her heels was the sound of impending doom. My Breathing halted.
She didn’t waste time; she had barely entered the room and closed the door before she had me tied to the bed. There was no soft caressing of my wrists and ankles… it was just simple restriction.
She sat next to me on the bed; her finger trailing carelessly over one of my scars.
“Want to talk about what happened today?”
Her voice was so calm; yet so eerie. Every hair on my shaved body stood on edge.
“I’m sorry Miss A. I won’t do that again”
It was a heartfelt apology but somehow it didn’t come out that way. I was fighting too hard to keep breathing.
Couldn’t she just get it over with?
“The blue dress really suited you. I don’t care what you spend your money on. But when I pick an outfit for you; when I let you borrow one of my dresses you should show some respect” her fingertips felt so soft against my skin as she was still teasing the raised scar.
“Unless you were trying to give me a hint” her fingers stopped, hovering dangerously over my skin.
I held my breath.
“Do you want me to go easy on you?” her blood red nail applied just a bit of pressure as it ran back down the scar.
“It wasn’t a hint, Miss A.” I voiced breathlessly. The more she touched me the more sensitive I became. This couldn’t be good!
“You want to be treated like the bad girl you were today?” her nail dug deeper into my skin and I was sniffling again.
“Please Miss A.” I sobbed to her. Just get it over with already you crazy bitch.
“Raise that pretty ass in the air for me then” she was on her feet and yanked the pillow away from under my chin. I strained to lift off of the sheets and she slipped the pillow under my hips; holding my bottom in position.
“Perfect angle” she mused pleased. Too pleased.
“You’ve tried this before… ” she sat back down on the side of the bed.
Then I knew exactly what she had in mind.
Fuck!
*SMACK!* I could hear the sound as skin met skin echo in the room; her flat open palm had hit my backside with force, I was unprepared.
It stung immediately.
Fuck. Ow!
Another. A strong slap; driving me forward.
I was biting hard into my lip and tried to muffle my useless cries.
One more. Tears were running from my eyes.
“No…” I wailed as I felt her pause to get ready to put power behind the next one. It had no effect on her.
“Shhh sweetie” she shushed me. And yet another.
“Please…“ my back was arching, heaving and falling on the bed. I tried desperately to absorb the pain… to endure the intense throbbing.
This was too much. Too cruel. And I didn’t mean the physical abuse. This was evil on a psychological level.
It wasn’t just the mere act of spanking. It was the anticipation… the moments before the inevitable impact. My blood curdling, the stalling of my breath. Freezing… and then… OW!!
She was almost rhythmic in her punishment even.
*SMACK!* My legs were kicking, my hands dragging at the shackles. My body throwing a temper tantrum beyond my own control.
“Lie still or I will ram my fist up that pretty tight, red, ass of yours without lubrication” she heaved a bored sigh. She barely even raised her voice.
It worked. I froze completely with fear.
“Good girl” she chuckled. It didn’t stop the spanking however.
I lost count over how many she issued me with. But to me it felt endless. And they only got harsher, faster.
When I suspected yet another slap and had readied my body she instead pushed two fingers into my opening; pushing me into the pillow under me. She held them there for a moment and I shuddered. My walls gripping at the unsuspected invaders.
“You’re soaking wet, no wonder you held back on your safe-word” she was mocking me as she twisted her fingers. I groaned. Pushing my face into the sheets, groaning into the linen.
My body was a complete mess…
She pulled her fingers out of me and I felt her carelessly dry them off in the sheets next to me.
“You’re a strong girl, Mira” she was back to fondling my scar gently. Her voice soft. As if nothing had happened.
“Physically as you are mentally, but next time you don’t have to misbehave for me to give you what you need. I am your employer not your dominatrix” she turned sharp and got on her feet; trotting out of there, after giving me one last slap for good measure.
I was crying and screaming into the sheet, my teeth chewing on it as soon as the door closed. This was a punishment that kept on giving.
The skin on my bare bottom was twitching, burning and crawling.
She had been worse than my mother…
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