I had really fucked up this time, she was trying to claw my eyes out, she had already punched and scratched my face, landed a painful blow to my nuts and was now trying to blind me, “how many times, you fuckin’ bastard” she screamed “what did they do that I couldn’t you pathetic fucker, you will suffer for this” and so it went on and on until she finally tired and went off crying to our bedroom and I went off to the bathroom to repair the damage. I said nothing, what could I say
. .
. “Fuck my life,” I voiced out loud the thought in my head. She was in three of my classes, but we never talked Otherwise I might have picked a different punishment.
He brought it out and sat it down next to Michelle. She knew the first five or ten
hits didn't cause the pain
. In her mind she was still just getting over the five
days she hurt from the 75 strokes she got last time
I had really fucked up this time, she was trying to claw my eyes out, she had already punched and scratched my face, landed a painful blow to my nuts and was now trying to blind me, “how many times, you fuckin’ bastard” she screamed “what did they do that I couldn’t you pathetic fucker, you will suffer for this” and so it went on and on until she finally tired and went off crying to our bedroom and I went off to the bathroom to repair the damage. I said nothing, what could I say
. .
. “Fuck my life,” I voiced out loud the thought in my head. She was in three of my classes, but we never talked Otherwise I might have picked a different punishment.
He brought it out and sat it down next to Michelle. She knew the first five or ten
hits didn't cause the pain
. In her mind she was still just getting over the five
days she hurt from the 75 strokes she got last time
I had really fucked up this time, she was trying to claw my eyes out, she had already punched and scratched my face, landed a painful blow to my nuts and was now trying to blind me, “how many times, you fuckin’ bastard” she screamed “what did they do that I couldn’t you pathetic fucker, you will suffer for this” and so it went on and on until she finally tired and went off crying to our bedroom and I went off to the bathroom to repair the damage. I said nothing, what could I say
. .
. “Fuck my life,” I voiced out loud the thought in my head. She was in three of my classes, but we never talked Otherwise I might have picked a different punishment.
He brought it out and sat it down next to Michelle. She knew the first five or ten
hits didn't cause the pain
. In her mind she was still just getting over the five
days she hurt from the 75 strokes she got last time
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