Suicide attempt Stories

He yelped even louder when an unexpected and harder seventh stroke landed, biting into his pain-ravaged arse, having crossed some of the earlier strokes. “What the f…” he cried, having only requested six. “Shut up and take it!” she ordered, clearly angry with him now and swinging the cane harder than before. Number eight arrived, perfectly placed at the crease between his cheek and thigh, drawing the loudest scream yet fr...