She’s on her period. She doesn’t like to fuck when she’s on her period. We go for a walk instead. It’s a warm day and the sun is just beginning to sink below the crags in the distance. The sky is a weird, ethereal, brilliant blue.
Because she’s on her period, and because I know she is more sensitive when she’s on her period, I want to hurt her. I look for ways to hurt her. There’s holly growing beside the path and I break off a stick of it: a green bundle of curved, glossy leaves, each crowned with a dozen spikes. She eyes it. Wary.
We have a long history of me hurting her, of her being hurt by me.
“Where’s that going?” she asks.
It goes down the back of her top, to rest in a spiky ball in the small of her back. She winces and clutches her fingers as I thrust it into place, and thereafter she walks very upright, stiff and awkward. Expressions cross her face like glitches. She inhales sharply at odd moments.
“It’s worse when I have to bend,” she says through gritted teeth.
The next time we’re alone on the path, out of sight of dog walkers and cyclists, I put my hand on the back of her neck and make her bend until she squeals.
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Sometimes pain is a good thing to take the attention away from a period. I like the way you do it 🙂
~ Marie
Sounds almost nice when you put it like that!
Nature does present us with such beautiful opportunities for pain.
So many. Nettles. Tree bark. Bits of flint. Nature’s a mean old beast.
beautifully sadistic. That is definitely one to remember
Glad you liked it. I always think sadism should be at least a little elegant.
great flash! really
Thanks for reading!