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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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My mind made the fatal mistake of imagining the intense pain of that thing hitting my bare body.
“We need to find you a safe-word sweetie…” she sat on the side of the bed and looked me in the eyes; her well-manicured fingers fondling the crop lovingly. “Why don’t we start with ‘Mummy’?” she was pleased with her choice. I was horrified.
My eyes closed and I felt how the tears were about to burst from me. Of all the words in the wold she had to pick that. She must have known how hard it was for me to speak that word.
“If it get’s too much all you have to is to call on ‘mummy’” She got back on her feet and the first hit took me aback.
It was on my arm, right where I had that itch. I yelped and tried to move away.
“Shhh” she shushed me. The riding crop rested in her hands. She was mocking me; searching for the next spot of my body to feel it. My arm stung, the pain spreading out from the point of impact. Running like a wildfire through my nerves. Alerting my senses.
“Ieeek”.
I am not even sure how to explain the sound that came from my mouth as she swatted it on the underside of my left foot. My foot tried to escape, but the shackle wasn’t budging. My entire foot was whirring as if I had been shocked with electricity.
“How does that feel?” Her melodic voice cut through the haze that was laying over me. I couldn’t even formulate an answer.
Dissatisfied with my silence I heard the slap of the crop on my thigh, The burn was incredible. My back arched and I tried to absorb the pain. She licked her lips observing my peril.
“That’s right sweetie, I’ll have you flying in no time”
She hit my side, I couldn’t hold the groan back. My hands cramped into fists. My eyes looking for hers. Desperately wanting her to look into mine; see what was going on with me. What she was doing to me. This couldn’t be right.
The crop was striking my hip and my hips rocked; trying to absorb the pain like the other times. This time I felt a tingle that shocked me.
I think Miss A. saw it too. With a smirk she swatted the crop carefully over my exposed sex; the centre of that damp tingling.
“What’s that, sweetie?” she held the riding crop firmly against my sex and my hips rose up from the sheet beyond my own control. Pressing back against the crop; eagerly almost.
My mouth was open as I gawked at her. What the hell was going on?
“Not this time, sweetie” Her face grew stern so suddenly and this time I couldn’t hold my wailing back.
She was hitting my body with such force, each harsh swat burned worse than the one before.
I was sure she had hit every inch of skin on my body and my hands were fighting the shackles. Tears ran down my cheeks as she punished my body.
Punished me for reacting, for something so beyond my control.
“Mummy!!” I finally caved in; my body was on fire and my eyes were closed tightly; I felt like I was flying but at the same time I was crashing. Tailspin included.
The second I cried out the rain of hits stopped. I gasped for air and felt her undo my restraints.
“I didn’t think you had it in you” She let me know before her heels clicked away; closing the door.
Was that a hint of pride in her voice? Disbelief?
I was free and most of all I wanted to curl up in a ball in the corner and sob but I was too scared to move a muscle for fear of feeling more pain. So I lay still… sobbing silently.

…

I don’t know if I passed out or just fell asleep. But somehow I had been out.
I opened my eyes as I felt a cold cloth against my side. My eyes fluttered open and found Kate nursing me mechanically.
“You’re lucky she didn’t break your skin” she told me dryly. I winched as she moved the cloth and added yet another.
I nodded in reply.
When she left me my entire body was covered in cold cloths. Trying to reduce the swelling and ease the worst of the discomfort.
“I’ll get you some pain relief, try to sleep through it”. She told me as she was about to leave me.
“No thanks, no pills please” my voice was croaky. She just nodded and left me on my own.

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The next time I woke up I tried to sit up and the wet cloths were peeling off of me by the force of gravity.
I painstakingly managed to get my legs over the side of the bed and grabbed the bedpost in an attempt to get on my feet.
“Idiot” I whispered to myself. I did this to myself.
On the dresser was the white silky nightie, neatly folded. I put it on and went on a long journey to the bathroom.
There I noticed a pot of cream standing by the side of the sink. A note sat on it; in her neat handwriting.
“Mira”. It simply said.
I slipped out of the nightie and carefully applied the cold cream to my skin. I wanted to cry out but eventually the coolness soothed me somewhat.
I hoppled back to the room; my base. My assigned place.
There I found a sandwich on the dresser this time; another note lying next to it.
“Bon appetite
A”
Grumpily I grabbed the plate. I wasn’t hungry but I wasn’t in the mood or in any form of state to argue with her. I sat on the edge of the bed and rested the plate on the bed next to me and ate in silence. Oh how I loathed that silence. Tears welled up in my eyes.
‘Mummy’. I heard inside my mind. I felt a sharp jolt of pain on my backside, remembering how I cried for mercy when she, Mummy, slapped my behind when I was little. Her mildest choice of punishment.
I stuffed the last of the sandwich down my throat and put the plate on the floor; curling myself up in a ball on the bed not caring how much it hurt.
Maybe I deserved the pain…
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