#microfeminism

"Ow! Ow! Owww!!!", he whines, curling up in the corner, his hands shooting up to protect his head.

"Stop hitting me!"

Weakly, one of his legs tries to kick at you, to put distance between your merciless belt and his reddened skin.

At the attempt of defense, you give an extra sharp slap to his right shoulder.

"I have a reason for beating you.", you huff, taking another step towards his shivering frame.

"You fucking earned this. For your vile behaviour, you bastard."

You hit him hard enough to make tears roll down his face and you know soon those eyes are going to grow nice and puffy. Red and teary with desperation.

"You're lucky I'm so lenient. If I wasn't so fucking nice, I would've thrown you out long ago."

"I-I'm sorry!! I'm so sorry..", he cries out and hugs his shaking knees with his arms, his head tilting down to press his face into his legs. Alex whimpers like a dog, pathetically sniffing at his well-deserved punishment.

"Don't you dare start crying now. Tell me what the fuck you did and maybe I'll spare you some dinner."

You snarl, lurching the belt forward again.

He sniffles, a choked cry erupting from his trembling lips.

"I- I'm sorry for watching hentai!!!"

He flinches when the last word leaves his lips. Beforehand you had him on all fours, forcing him to repeat his sin and slapping him in the face whenever the h-word was spoken.

Even if you were the one saying it.

You're not reacting any different now, aiming the belt to hit his eyebrow peeking out from behind his hands, which were now back to smushing his face together.

Alex shrieks and tries to press his awfully tall figure into the small corner, failing miserably of course. It irks out another laugh from you.

"You're pathetic."

"Now, tell me why it's wrong.", you trace his forehead with the leather strap of the belt, feeling for the next target of your violence.

He whimpers at your touch, your hands grabbing at his face and pulling it up, fingers pressing into his cheeks as you stare into his reddened eyes. You lean forward slowly, your fingers wandering with your body towards his neck, pushing his face away from you.

"Can't have a dumb dog now, can I?", you whisper lowly, your cheek smushed into his ear.

Your tongue darts out, licking the sweat off his neck and tasting the salty moistness of his fear.

Patting his shoulder in a twisted way of encouragement, you lean back, still cramped down in front of him. Your eyebrows are raised in an expectant manner, your fingers clamping around the belt.

You tug it gently, without ever really moving it, but enough to make his eyes flicker back to it almost every other second.

"It's misogynistic. And.. weird.", he stutters out, his gaze still lingering on your right hand and you can see how his adams apple bops as he swallows hard, waiting for your answer.

You only narrow your eyebrows at him, huffing at his basic ass explanation.

"What else."

"It portrays women with unrealistic body standards.. and even though it's not as problematic as porn with real people, it still supports the idea that women are nothing but sexual objects!", he whimpers in a weirdly nerdy way.

"Oh my fucking god, I can't believe you actually get off to this sexist shit!", you suddenly shriek very loudly. Hearing his explanation made you even angrier.

"I don't!!", he yells back, lifting his face and meeting your gaze through wet lashes.

You step up, standing over him and looking down at his face, your voice cold when you speak.

"Then why do you watch it."

He looks away, a strange flush tainting his cheeks hot and red. You gaze at him in confusion, your eyes flickering over his body, up to his hair and down to his legs and-

"Oh my fucking-"

You sigh at the bulge in his pants.