#slapping whump

Content: Manhandling, punching/beating, forced to kneel, hair grab, slapping

Nightspirit was shoved through a gauntlet of guards into the enemy leader's throne room.

"Kneel." The guard raised his sword to Nightspirit's throat.

Chills ran over his shoulders, but Nightspirit refused to move. He refused to kneel before an enemy king.

Slapped

Martin returns, demanding that Josh accompany him upstairs. Josh remains impassive as Martin tries to intimidate her, but it escalates to violence.

Content: injury, stoic whumpee, intimidation, slapping, punching, bloody lip

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Language barrier whump

Content: prisoner vibes, forced to kneel, beating, begging, slapping

Yelling at whumpee repeatedly, then finally kicking them in the back of the knees to make them kneel. Whumpee quickly learns that word.

Whumpee knowing a few words in the foreign language and being mocked when they struggle to complete a sentence

Or being expected to understand everything now (this is very common btw) and when they DON'T, they're beaten to the floor for disobeying

Being dragged around everywhere by the wrist or by the hair because the guards have given up on giving whumpee orders

Whumpee breaking down after hours of interrogation in the foreign language, begging for mercy in their own tongue

Oooo so fun!

Whumper titles

Content: implied slavery/pet/concubine, whipping, slapping, stoic whumpee, chin-tilt, noncon touching

Master. A mixture of devotion and protection overlaying an iceberg of abuse, punishments, degradation, ownership. Master would never let their possession be harmed. The whipping post doesn't count---that's punishment, punishment is different. It's a good thing. It makes whumpee better for Master.

My lord/lady. Worthy of no more than being ground under their lordship's feet, yet graciously allowed to serve. Every slap must be taken without a sound; their eyes must meet the lord's only when he tilts their chin up by the tip of the sword. "Hm... That's what I like to see."

Sir. Formal and reserved. Professionalism covering for silent anxiety; panic when whumper closes the distance and puts a hand on whumpee's body. "Sir, I---whumper---" Whumper squeezes, digging their nails in until it's painful enough that whumpee tries to step away, only to be pushed further into the doorframe by the crushing hand. "Did I tell you you could address me by my name?"

Whumper backhanding Whumpee every time they speak, so Whumpee has to stay completely silent.

Whumpee A knows some sensitive, confidential information and Whumpee B is A's [insert relationship type here], so Whumper kidnaps both and tortures B to get A to talk.

Whumpee is on the floor, lying on their side. Whumper walks up to them and kicks them HARD. Whumpee wraps their arms around their middle, curling up protectively.

Whumpee being presented to Whumper by henchmen. Whumpee is standing in front of Whumper with their hands tied behind their back. Henchman aims a kick at the back of Whumpee's knees, causing them to fall to their knees painfully. Henchman puts a strong hand on Whumpee's shoulder, preventing them from getting back up.

Whumpee sharing the whump with Caretaker. Whumpee, still very traumatised, struggles to get it out. Caretaker patiently waits and gently reminds Whumpee that they don't have to talk about it if they're not ready.

Whumpee A is an older sibling, and Whumpee B is a younger one. They are both locked in a cell. Whenever Whumper or a henchman comes in, A pulls B behind them, hiding their younger sibling protectively

Whumper is constantly touching Whumpee - pulling their hair, grabbing their chin, resting their hands on their waist, squeezing their thighs.

Content: slapping, living weapon, threat to third party, compliant whumpee

A slap.

It knocks their face to one side. Living weapon turns their head back to face toward their superior's torso, not looking them in the eyes.

Another slap.

Their fingers tighten into a trembling fist at their side, knowing what's expected. Their face is reddening and a tear runs down their cheek from the blow, but all they can feel is rage.

No. I can't.

They remind themselves what will happen if they do what they want to do, and it terrifies them, but it doesn't stop their fist from shaking, ready to fight.

No. Because of her. They'll hurt her. Hurry. Do it.

They swallow.

They force the fingers to open. Stretching hard against the joints, their hand stiffens flat.

"...I'm sorry." They manage, barely above a whisper.