The entire room was spinning. She prayed that she could lose consciousness and find the blessed peace of sleep. She could not feel pain in her mind unless it was awake. She stayed awake through the entire whipping however. She was merely moaning, and gurgling in her throat, at the end. She was completely exhausted. She felt as if she would not be able to get off the table, even if the cuffs were removed. Every muscle in her body was aching.
CHAPTER TWO
"Was it bad, honey?" Jonah asked Tammy as she staggered into their shack. She almost collapsed and he caught her in his strong, strong black arms.
"I tried to be brave," she said. She began to cry big tears once again, her face pressed against the side of Jonah's thick, sinewy neck.
"I know you did, honey. I know you did," he said. He accidentally touched a spot where the whip had found its mark and she jerked away from him.
"I'm gonna have to wash you, Tammy. It's gonna hurt, but you'll feel better after. Now, can you put your arms over your head. Good girl. Let's get this dress off you," Jonah said.
The dress, which had bloodstains on it, was removed. Jonah felt a little sick to his stomach when he saw what had happened to his woman.
She was striped with welts. He had her stretch on the bed on her belly and heated water over a fire. He washed her with soap and water and she whimpered bravely throughout the procedure, biting her forearm.
When he was done he patted her dry and sat down on the bed to caress her precious little face. They didn't need to say anything. They only had to look at one another.
They loved each other very much.
"Baby, you are so good to me," Tammy said. "I want to show you how much I love you."