It was a happy time when I blackened a girls eye… I was beating her on the bed, but
It was a happy time when I blackened a girls eye… I was beating her on the bed, but she got up to beg me to stop. I told her to lie down again, but she didn’t. She came closer and started kissing my hands, asking me to be merciful. I had the flogger in one hand, so I flicked it at her, cracking her across the face… and producing a black eye the next day. What made me happy was that she had to wear the mark of that black eye wherever she went. She had to lie about what has caused it to friends, family and work colleagues. For a few days that black-eye defined her, and her interactions with the world as everyone was curious about it, judging her by it. Wherever she went she was carrying my mark with her… She was, naturally enough, incredibly gleeful about this too. -- source link