Page 45 of Siccitas

Chapter Thirty

He dumps a bucket ofwater over me, and the cold shocks me awake.

It washes away the vomit that’s down my front.

“Who knew too many orgasms could make you ill?” He smiles at me, looking pleased with himself.

He snakes an arm around me, propping me up as he cuts the ropes that are holding me.

I collapse in his arms, and he scoops me up and carries me to his bedroom.

There’s a simple dress laid on the bed, and a steel tub of water on the floor. He lowers me into the lukewarm water, and he takes the few remnants of rags off my top half.

He strokes my back gently, and I can feel the welts from where he beat me with his belt.

Everything hurts.

But he wins.

I cannot fight him.

He takes a sponge and gently starts to clean me. “If you just behaved, I could be so good to you.”

“I know, Daddy,” I whisper hoarsely.

“There would be no need to be punished,” he murmurs, kissing my shoulder.

I nod. “I know, Daddy.”

I can’t fight him.

Pater will always win.

Once he’s finished rinsing me off, he helps me stand.

“I got you a new cane. I expect you to behave with it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say quietly.

He kneels down and wraps a bandage around the crusted bear trap wound.

“Put on your dress and come prepare breakfast. The children are waiting.”

I nod and hobble over to the bed.

He doesn’t leave the room, probably because still doesn’t trust me.

But I’ve learned my lesson.

My body aches from the way he pleasured me repeatedly.

It betrayed me, over and over again.

I sniff and slip on the dress over my figure. It stops just above my knees.

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