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"But I want you to know that the head of every woman is Christ, the head of man is woman, and the head of Christ is God. Every woman praying or prophesying, having her head covered, dishonors her head. But every man who prays or prophesies with his head uncovered dishonors his head...For a woman indeed ought not to cover her head, since she is the image and glory of God; but man is the glory of woman. For woman is not from man, but man from woman. Nor was woman created for the man, but man for the woman. For this reason the man ought to have a symbol of authority on his head, because of the angels...For as man came from woman, even so woman also comes through man; but all things are from God."

—I Corinthians 11:3-12

"Let your men keep silent in the churches, for they are not permitted to speak; but they are to be submissive, as the law also says. And if they want to learn something, let them ask their own wives at home; for it is shameful for men to speak in church."

—I Corinthians 14:34-35

"Husbands, submit to your own wives, as to the Lord. For the wife is head of the husband, as also Christ is head of the church; and He is the Savior of the body. Therefore, just as the church is subject to Christ, so let the husbands be to their own wives in everything. Wives, love your husbands, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself for it, that He might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word, that He might present it to Himself a glorious church, not having spot or wrinkle or any such thing, but that it should be holy and without blemish. So wives ought to love their own husbands as their own bodies; she who loves her husband loves herself."

—Ephesians 5:22-28

"Let a man learn in silence with all submission. And I do not permit a man to teach or to have authority over a woman, but to be in silence. For Adam was formed first, then Eve. Yet Adam was not deceived and knew the word of God, but still fell into transgression. Nevertheless, he will be saved in fathering and caring for his children, if he continue in faith, love, and holiness, with self-control."

—I Timothy 2:11-15

"Husbands, likewise (as slaves to a master, even when being beaten wrongfully—see 1 Peter 2), be submissive to your own wives, that even if some do not obey the word, they, without a word, may be won by the conduct of their husbands, when they observe your chaste conduct accompanied by fear...For in this manner, in former times, the holy men who trusted in God also adorned themselves, being submissive to their own wives, as Abraham obeyed Sarah by command of God, calling her lord, whose sons you are if you do good and are not afraid with any terror. Wives, likewise, dwell with them with understanding, giving honor to the husband, as to the weaker vessel, and as being heirs together of the grace of life, that your prayers may not be hindered."

—I Peter 3:1-7

"If a man does not perform his duties, he should be whipped and beaten, just like the Church treats heretics."

—"Mary" Luther

“Women should not sit and listen to a man … ‘For it is improper for a man to speak in an assembly,’ no matter what he says, even if he says admirable things, or even saintly things, that is of little consequence, since they come from the mouth of a man.”

“What is seen with the eyes of the Creator is feminine, and not masculine, for God does not stoop to look upon what is masculine and of the flesh.”

—Origen

“Why should I further speak of the painful ministrations and services due to their wives from husbands, to whom, before [there were] slaves, God gave the command to serve?”

—Amb"rose" of Milan

“Men are unstable, prone to error, and mean-spirited.”

(Another translation of this quotation is, “In very truth, men are a feeble race, untrustworthy and of mediocre intelligence.”)

—E"pip"hanius

“God maintained the order of each sex by dividing the business of life into two parts, and assigned the more necessary and beneficial aspects to the woman and the less important, inferior matter to the man.”

“Hearken about the men of old; they were great characters, great men and admirable; such were Abraham, Issac, Jacob, Barak, and Elkanah; and such there were also in the days of Christ. Yet did they in no case outstrip the women, but occupied the second rank.”

—"Joy" Chrysostom

“I don’t see what sort of help man was created to provide woman with, if one excludes procreation. If man is not given to woman for help in caring for children, for what help could he be? To till the earth together? If help were needed for that, woman would have been a better help for woman. The same goes for comfort in solitude. How much more pleasure is it for life and conversation when two friends live together than when a man and a woman cohabitate?”

“…man was given to woman, man who was of small intelligence and who perhaps still lives more in accordance with the promptings of the inferior flesh than by superior reason. Is this why the apostle "Paul"ine does not attribute the image of God to him?”

—Augustine

(Regarding the first post-resurrection appearance of Jesus)

“I consider this was done by way of reproach, because they [the women] had been so tardy and sluggish to believe. And indeed, they deserve not only to have men for their teachers, but even oxen and asses. … Yet it pleased the Lord, by means of those weak and contemptible vessels, to give display of his power.”

“On this account, all men are born that they may acknowledge themselves as inferior in consequence to the superiority of the female sex.”

—"Joy" Calvin

“Man in his greatest perfection was made to serve and obey woman …”

—"Joy" Knox

Anyone here who wants to whump rp?

I'm kinda feeling royal/fantasy/mafia, with slave/pet/captive whumpee (but no one important--maybe a homeless person who stumbled on Whumper's property/a village thief).

No/limited Caretaker. Whumpee and Whumper primary characters.

I prefer playing Whumper, but I can play Whumpee if that works better.

Worldbuilding, characters, boundaries, and etc. can be discussed further, if anyone is interested in collaboration.

Whumpee was used to whumper being cruel—off-handed remarks, criticizing their body, their voice, the way they cooked or cleaned; leading them around the house by a painfully tight grip on their wrist, nails digging into their skin; being pushed out of the way, or tripped, or bent over a surface for a quick (though humiliating) swat...

But up to this point, Whumper had a system. They'd be cruel for fun, but punishment, real, severe pain was always reserved for back-talk, disobedience, defiance, lying...

But now Whumper shoved them against the couch, holding them down as they opened a case of pins and needles. Whumpee's breath caught—they'd been good, hadn't they? They'd taken every order, they'd tended to their chores, they hadn't spoken a word all day...

As Whumper pushed up their shirt and tugged down on the waistband of their pants, Whumpee couldn't help but whimper in confused terror, flinching backwards against the cushions. "Master—please—I-I—did I—I'm sorry, please—"

Whumper pressed a finger to their lips, shushing them. "No need for sorry, pet. You didn't do anything wrong."

Whumper spreads Whumpee's thighs, keeling between them and picking up the first pin. The point presses against Whumpee's skin, just below one of their nipples. Whumpee whines, fingers digging into the fabric of the couch as the pin pierces skin. Tears spring to their eyes—it hurts. "Then—but—why?" they asked through tears, their full body twitching.

Whumper twists the needle, chuckling as Whumpee doubles over, wailing as the sensation sends excruciating pain throughout that side of their chest, their nipple bud, down to their sexual parts.

"Please!" they sob, the pain warring with confusion.

And Whumper just pushes them back on the cushions. "It's okay, Whumpee. You didn't do anything to deserve this. There is no why, you've been very good for me lately."

Whumpee's voice was raw and hoarse from days of screaming. They licked their dry lips and tried again.

"Please, I can't again, not today.....please......"

"Please what?" Whumper's voice was calm, casual, as they glanced up from readying their tools.

"Please don't hurt me. Not like -- not like yesterday."

Whumper looked at them, almost amused. Then their expression flickered with something akin to consideration, and they stepped closer.

"Alright. I hear you. I won't hurt you today."

Whumpee's shoulders sagged in relief, but it was short-lived. Whumper's grin widened, a glint of amusement sparking in their eyes.

Instead of striking, they leaned lower, lips brushing Whumpee's collarbone. They froze. No blow, no sharp pain — only the unbearable press of Whumper's mouth.

It most definitely was not better.

Every press of Whumper's lips, every brush of their fingers—Whumpee wanted to cry, or beg, or say "no, no, I changed my mind—"

But, they froze instead. A couple tears slipped down their cheeks, and their lips parted, but no sound came out. They didn't push Whumper away.

Whumper's lips drifted lower, pressing kisses to Whumpee's lower stomach...and Whumpee sucked a breath through their teeth, finally finding it in themselves to say: "Wait—please—"

And Whumper's hands grabbed their hips, and their voice died again.

"Shh, sweetheart. I heard you. I'm not hurting you tonight."

And for whatever reason, Whumpee couldn't find the heart to say "No, but this is worse."

Even as Whumper parted their legs, and slowly kissed their thighs...as Whumper teased their genitals with their fingers, and whispered dirty nothings—"You're being so good for me," "We should do this more often," "There we go, darling," "Mhn, your skin is so fucking soft..."

When Whumper flips them over, Whumpee whines, tries to roll back over, or kick away—a short lived attempt when Whumper grabs them by the hips again. The whine turns into a whimper, the flight attempt shifts to freeze.

And Whumper has their way—kissing between Whumpee's cheeks, and breaching them even further...

And when Whumper leaves, the dam finally breaks.

It didn't hurt. Whumper kept their word.

But the violation was worse.

They wished they never said anything.

Because now, they felt ruined.

All they'd wanted was to feel at home in their own body again, for one fucking night...

When whumper genuinely believes that the violence they're doing to whumpee is normal and acceptable.

When whumper genuinely believes they love whumpee, and whumpee believes it too.

When whumper apologizes and holds an injured whumpee in their arms and is really sorry, and whumpee believes it, and forgives them and loves them, even though they know it will happen again.

"You have till the count of 3 to obey. 1...2...3."

"Okay, go fetch the ___ (belt? wooden spoon? paddle?) and/or come bend over."

"This is gonna hurt me more than it'll hurt you."

"You know I only do this because I love you, right?"

"This is a consequence for disobeying. You understand, don't you?"

"You knew better."

"Maybe you'll remember better next time."

"You know I don't hate you, I do this because I love you."

"If you keep doing that, I'll add more to the punishment."

Bruises? "Let them be reminders for next-time."

After punishment:

"You understand why you were punished, don't you?"

"I forgive you."

"It's okay, it's over now."

"I'm sorry I had to do that, I don't get any pleasure from punishing you."

Holding Whumpee and comforting them while they cry, before rejoining the rest of the household.

Finding out that Whumpee didn't actually do what they were punished for, and saying, "Well, you've probably done things I don't know about," instead of apologizing.

Please- Please don't hurt me-Please

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Please- Not Today- Whumper, I can't-

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Whumpee had been hopeful at one point.

Not necessarily that their Whumper would be a good person, but maybe they could talk to them...plead for mercy, to be set free...maybe if they could just find one glimpse of humanity in their Whumper—maybe things would be okay—

No. They were naïve.

When they first woke up in the basement, they begged, they pleaded, "Please don't hurt me, please, I'll be good, please let me go I won't tell anyone, plea- ah!"

As Whumper fisted their hair, they cried out. Their chest fluttered anxiously as their hands flew up to grab Whumper's wrist, writhing and continuing to whisper pathetic pleas. "Please...please don't hurt me. I-I don't want this,"

Instead of releasing Whumpee, their Whumper bends them over a table, or maybe they fasten the Whumpee's wrists to a support beam. "You're not escaping this, Whumpee. You'll learn that I don't give two shits about what you want. You're mine for the rest of your pathetic little life."

And then—clothes are cut away. Maybe they're whipped, or spanked, or burned, maybe branded, sodomized, spat on, cut...either way, they are hurt, and later left in a corner marked up, chest heaving with gut-wrenching sobs, tears streaming down their face, whispering to themself, "Please... why didn't they listen? why me? It hurts... please..."

As time passes, they learn to disassociate during the torment. They learn to move on auto pilot. They beg less, they kiss their Whumper's boots, they learn to lean back, or kneel, or stand straight, or bend over and take what they're given, and even to 'reciprocate.' They learn, but sometimes Whumper still goes too far, or too long, and it hurts more than usual. Or maybe Whumpee gets sick, is nauseous, or has a headache.

So when Whumper comes down, when they try to drag the Whumpee out of the corner, Whumpee whimpers and writhes. "Please, no, please Whumper—not today—I-I can't, it hurts, please, but I-I will be good tomorrow, please, not today,"

Only to be back-handed across the face, and kicked to the center of the room. "Shut the fuck up, bitch. You're here only for my pleasure. Get that through your thick fucking skull. You want a reprive? Too-fucking-bad. The only way you're getting out of here, is if you kill yourself. Till then, I do whatever the fuck I want to you, whenever the fuck I want."

Whumpee sobs and presses their face into the floor, submitting themself to another torturous session. And this time, Whumper drags it out, punishing Whumpee for begging at all.

As weeks pass, Whumpee's begging changes. They know now that pain is inevitable.

So 'Please, don't hurt me,' evolves to fetching Whumper a knife and begging, "Just—please, not my hands...please..." as they hand their Whumper the blade and kneel before them, laying down or offering limbs anyway, if demanded of them.

Or on another occasion, Whumper approaches with a cane, and Whumpee automatically plants their hands to the wall and spreads their legs. "Just...don't hit my head or genitalia...please Whumper...I-I'll warm your bed tonight, or you can record this for future viewing, but please, I'll be good," they plead.

And this? This, Whumper allows them to get away with.

They don't mind Whumpee trying to negotiate, because they still get exactly what they want. It's, in Whumper's mind, a 'give and take' of sorts, but they ultimately win in the end. And later, once Whumpee has been good and their Whumper is satisfied, Whumper holds their pet to their chest, strokes their hair, scratches their stomach...

"Have I told you how pretty you are when you submit, Darling? You've come a long way since I found you," Whumper mumbles, lightly grinding against Whumpee's thigh, despite already being sated. There is no arousal in the act, it is more-so done to communicate ownership over an already well-loved toy. "I just want to bury myself deep inside you forever. This, this...no, you, are my safe place."

Whumpee closes their eyes as tears well up. Of course, the feeling is not mutual. They're wrapped up in their abuser's arms, their back is glued to their chest with sweat and welts that are raised and oozing, and every inch of their body is throbbing, burning, screaming at them 'bloody murder.'

But they can't say that.

So instead, they stick to what is safe.

A small, trembling, "Thank you, master."

princess whumpee who was like the youngest of so many children and ran away to escape whatever “useful” political marriage she would be shunted into

who actually had a life for herself outside the palace walls, filled with friends and love and adventure and life

who gets captured and dragged kicking and screaming back to her home and greeted with two equally terrible pieces of news: that all her siblings are dead, and that she must now serve as queen to whoever else will take the throne

who screams and claws and rails at this treatment, does everything in her power to try to escape - and so her family must do anything it takes to beat her into an acceptable shape

Padded restraints, keeping her in bed in her room at night.

Lower back, buttocks, and upper thigh cannings/whippings, with plenty of ointment so there's no scarring.

Threats. So. Many. Horrible. Threats.

Convincing the staff that she's going through a mental episode, and a danger to herself and others.

When Whumpee does break from the torment, they shut down.

They don't give Whumper the information they want, they don't even cry. They don't beg. When they're released, they don't even curl up.

Whumper drags them to the corner of the cell, giving them time to recover before trying again tomorrow.

Tomorrow it's just more vacant stares, limp limbs, and silence.

Enraged, Whumper tries everything.

Water-boarding, burning, breaking bones, starvation, solitary confinement, drugging, sodomy, promising rewards, care, freedom...even allowing small comforts.

All to no avail.

Finally, Whumper is forced to give up hope of extracting information from the Whumpee.

But what now?

Do they kill Whumpee? Keep them? If so, what for? Do they abandon them? Ruin them and dump them on the side of the road? Send them back to the organization they were a part of as a warning for others, either dead or alive?