Bastinado Stories

I wake up disoriented with my head pounding, hungover from the sheer amount of alcohol I'd consumed last night. Stretching out in the bed with a yawn, I notice it's still dark, so I turn onto my front to go back to sleep, pulling the cover over my shoulders. It can't be later than seven at a push, and an extra few hours in bed before I deal with Liam is definitely what I need today. Annoyingly, the morning exercises begin...