cw: getting beat up for fun ig??
It was an honest mistake the first time. You’d accidentally tripped me- well it wasn’t even really your fault, I just tripped over your foot at work one day.
I apologized while brushing myself off before just going about my day. I’ve always been clumsy. Poor coordination and lanky limbs means I’m constantly covered in little bruises. I didn’t think anything of it.
But you? God, you might be obsessed. The small little grunt I let out, trying to stay quiet? The way I brushed myself off and apologized to you, even though you were the one with your foot sticking out in the hallway? The smile I gave you despite the fact that I was walking away with a slight limp.
You started small, just “accidentally” tripping or pushing me to stumble into walls when you pass. No one noticed, not even me.
The escalation was thrilling. You started “accidentally” elbowing me whenever you were next to me, leaving things for me to trip over, literally shoving me against the walls at this point. I fell harder, my bruises more prominent, but because of your pace, no one noticed anything again.
Then you got lucky. Work conference, and guess who you’re rooming with? Your favorite little punching bag.
At one point we were going back up to our room after drinks at the hotel bar. And you swear- you swear you were going to give me a little break during the trip, but I’m pressing against a nasty bruise on my wrist you gave me last Thursday and-
“Fucking painslut, huh?” You have me against the wall, forearm against my neck. I look so confused and scared that you almost stop right there, but- I’m not struggling, and- holy shit, did I just nod?
You don’t waste a second thinking about it, your first is in my side a second later and I’m bent slightly, clutching my side and groaning. And that’s just the start.
We make games out of it. How much can you hit me in the elevator before it stops? How quiet can we be in our hotel room as you spank my backside purple? Which makeshift gags work best to shut me up when you’re violently fucking me? Where can you leave bruises without them being seen? What kind of excuses will we make to the others if they do see them?
How badly can you hurt me on this trip?
It was exhilarating, and you were a little sad when it was over, worried about it being a one time thing. After all, who in their right mind wants to get beat up? But don’t worry! I’ll be knocking on your doorstep the next day to see if we can still play.