My Online Kink Match Part 3

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woke up in the morning to the streaming light. The alarm clock was just about to go off and I shut if down with my hand and rolled over a bit see if I could grab a few more winks. I groaned as I rolled since I was terribly sore. As I lay on my back in bed, I felt over my body finding the welts and bruises on my body and feeling them gently. Interesting I was not as sore as I thought I would be. A few minute later I stumbled out of bed and to the bathroom. On the way I found that just walking was providing me with reminders of the night before. Again I stopped in front of the mirror to check myself out. Interesting the hamburger looking ass from the night before had changed considerably. Now instead seeing deep purple welts and red stripes all over it, the back ground was already showing the deep bruising that had occurred and I remembered what he had said about the belt and the paddle. Also I could see new colorations of the skin in various areas most especially the edges of the bruised areas where the skin was turning to a yellowish or almost greenish color while most of the well spanked areas of the ass were a deep purple. I looked between my legs and saw that I had bright red streaks where he had placed those welts with the rubber bands and switches and when touched they were still sensitive. My breasts were already recovering to some degree although I would not be wearing a Bikini any time soon for sure. As a matter of fact, I would have to be careful in leaving top buttons undone for a few days and perhaps making sure of what shorts I might wear. No matter. Again I felt a small smile come into my face and I felt good about what I had endured. He had told me I was Four Star in his mind and had marked me as such. It made me proud of myself that I did not once invoke the safe word either. On top of that, he had not gagged me so I had not made too much noise. His words of praise came back to me as well as what he had said about any future session. “Take your time to decide. Let yourself heal a little Anticipation is part of the enjoyment for the sessions.” I would think on all of that before I made my new request for sure. Also, I had to look hard at my schedule.

Sunday flew by that day. Church was difficult since the pews were hard on my ass. I had checked myself over well to ensure no bruises were visible and true to his word, they were not. My bra kept me in constant aggravation as it rubbed against those damn stars and kept my mind in the gutter. After Church we had dinner at my Mom's house and I had to endure my relatives and their ***. That endurance was mitigated to some degree to remember what I had endured the night before and I decided if I could control my tongue while getting beaten then I could control my tongue when my inane brother made his sarcastic remarks. We survived Sunday dinner just fine with no fight.

I spent the night making up the dinners the kids and I would have for the week, rewrote the schedule and did the laundry. Folding clothes was a relief for me since I spent it in a daze remembering the feelings of those massive orgasms I had experienced the night before. By the time the younger kids were in bed, I was exhausted and set the alarm a little earlier for the morning. I was going to work out a little before going to work to ensure the kinks were out of my body.

Monday set the tone for work that week. I worked at my job efficiently with purpose and ignored the gossip around the office. I was too busy thinking of Saturday night to pay attention to any of that. I had to hobble around for a little while until my body loosened up and those welts certainly kept reminding me of what had occurred. At lunch I met Barb who was anxious to hear everything that had happened. She was aghast at my description thinking that he had been way too tough on me and insisted we go into the bathroom so she could see my bruises. I watched her face as she took a gander and I saw she was both horrified and fascinated by what I exposed. Of course I did not let her see everything. I think she also had a little bit envy in her face as well. I swore her to secrecy and I knew she would keep her word. I knew she was fascinated afterwards since she could not stop asking questions even though I had told her all or almost all about it. She kept wanting to know how it felt, how hard it was, and things like that. I tried to tell her that I could not really describe all those things since the feelings were so deep but I did tell her that I had the three best orgasms of my life and tried to describe how I had actually or at least seemingly passed out from them and that in my mind, those orgasms made up for all the *** I had endured. Again she pressed for more information. I felt like she was over the top in her awe of me but it did again give me a boost in my self esteem.

By the time I was getting ready for bed, the marks had started to tone it down a little. They no longer seemed so angry and my skin around the bruised areas was turning colors and the purple had already started to fade a little as well. I figured by Thursday I would be down to some very toned down bruising. My four stars were fading fast and I almost hated to see them go. I tried to get a picture that showed them well but couldn't get it to come out right. I did get some pretty good pictures of my ass and tits that showed the bruising. I am not sure why I took them but I saved them as well. Perhaps I would put them into my private gallery on the app.

Next morning I started to recognize just how fast a girls' bottom actually heals from a beating. The discoloring was starting to fade fast. You would still see a week from now but I would be almost insignificant by then. I figured it was tie to start thinking about the next session. Now I started to obsess on what it might look like and more importantly, what price it would come with. I hoped he would not insist on pressing any of my hard limits. I was not ready to intrude on any of those things. had changed my hard limit of no anal to no anal sex and said maybe to anal devices. I wasn't sure I was ready to accept a butt plug just yet and that worried me. Other than that, it would be a surprise. I started to fantasize about what tone the session would take and wondered if we do some role play or costume play. I felt really good about that and hoped perhaps that would be it. He was right though that the anticipation was part of the fun. I spent a lot of time thinking about it as I did household chores and work at the office. It did not distract me but I have to admit it was always right there in my mind. On Wednesday I decided to give him some choices for days and times. While we had chatted on line he had not pressed mr or even asked me if I had decided yet. It was almost as if he was detached from it. I formalized my request and sent it to him when I got home Wednesday night. Again I gave him three days and three blocks of time I would be free. Then came the time frame for him to answer with the cost of the session to me. I did not have long to wait. After about an hour, he came back and said that Saturday night would be fine again with him but he would only make arrangements after I confirmed I was in. The price I would have to pay would be that he wanted me to allow him to use my phone to take pictures of the next session and future sessions. By using my phone, I would be in charge of the pictures so that I knew they were safe. I was to upload the pictures after the session to the app in my private gallery and then allow him access to that gallery so he could view them. As a side note, he said he wanted to use a small butt plug on and explained that it was really just for my safety since it would protect my asshole during impact training. He made sure to explain that this was not a demand but rather a request and he would honor it if I said no and it would not matter to him. When I thought about it for a while, I decided I was a yes to all of it. I figured it would be a good time to try just a little anal, and of course I had already used my phone to take pictures of the results of the last session and upload them. I had no issues with him viewing the pictures either since was the one taking them. Hell I probably would have agreed to allow him to use his own phone to tell you the truth. Within a few minutes he replied to me his thanks. I went to bed that evening with sugar plums dancing in my head.

Work progressed normally and I day dreamed a little. My walking was not as hindered as it had been before but I still felt the twinges as I walked. I had checked my bruises this morning again and to my surprise they were quite dissipated. My ass was still a yellowish green overall but fading fast and the deeper stripes of purple were starting to fade as well. You could barely see where he had switched me but the rubber band stars that had been made by breaking the capillaries were strangely resistant and still visible on the sides of my breasts and on my upper ass. I wonder if he would figure out how to fill them in instead of just having the outlined like a child makes a star with 5 joined lines. I also wondered if this was going to be a consistent feature with him grading my performance with stars. I was actually secretly pleased with my four star rating and trusted it was a four out of four rating system. I guess it could have been five but I decided even that put me in the upper portion in his opinion.

The last few days of work flew by before the weekend. That night I went home and after all the different things were completed and the kids were in bed I retreated to the bedroom.

Friday flew by and Saturday morning it turned out to be raining so baseball games were canceled which was a relief. Soccer games were not however and they were scheduled for the afternoon. Hopefully they would not be delayed or go into some kind of tie breaker. I laid my t-shirt and jeans out for myself and decided there was really no point in wearing a bra or panties for the session. Soccer games did get delayed but we got home, with pick up dinner for the kids still in plenty of time for me to make the session with a few minutes to spare. I showered fast and made sure my eyes were made up very dark with plenty of mascara and high liner. Good grief, I looked like a raccoon but I knew that was what he wanted. We were going to be at the same hotel and the room number was 211 this time, just a little longer walk down the same hall. I flew out to the car and got onto the small two lane highway out of town and ran straight into an accident that took several minutes to clear. I was watching the clock on my phone with unease. After all his last set of instructions had made clear that I was to be precisely on time and now I was going to be running late. This time I did not dawdle when I got around the fender bender, watching two of my neighbors arguing as I went around and then went as fast as I safely could down the road. When I got to the parking lot I got a spot as near to the entrance as I could and jumped out of the car. The clerk was not even at the desk in the deserted lobby. I decided to take the stairs as faster than the elevator and saw I was going to about 10 minutes late. As I reached the door, my chest was heaving as I tentatively knocked on the door.