Readers: This story is ripe with unlikely scenarios. I did not compose it with the thought of the scenarios actually happening. It is an escape from my reality. Do not read it from the context of your reality and complain of my departure from your reality.
Revenge gone very right
Before I could recoil from the sharp pain or could exhale the breath I sucked in, at least a dozen more hard blows tore at the sensitive skin of my ass. The tawse used had three tongues and made of stiff thick leather solely for exacting extreme pain. It was working very well.
"You son of a bitch," she screamed before delivering another dozen blows on my ass and thighs. "You mother fucker," exited her mouth before another series of blows. I reeled from the pain not knowing what set her off this time. She relentlessly struck me, strapped me with the hardest blows she had ever given me. Already, nerve endings began shutting down from the damage she inflicted.
"How could you even think that!" Then she swung the tawse striking me more times than I could count. She must have beaten me into unconsciousness. I had no way to gage time, how long had I been out, how long had she continued to beat me before realizing I was out? I was damaged goods and it would be a month or longer before I healed completely.
I reached back to feel my thighs and ass; they rippled with welts and I felt what must have been dried blood. That was my last straw, the straw that broke the camel's back. I began hatching a plan to escape her, but not until I ruin her in the same way, she ruined me. I conceived my plan slowly.
It was close to two days before I could walk properly and she just smirked. "Smirk bitch," I thought to myself. "Your day is coming and that sexy body of yours will be a wasteland of useless ugly flesh." I carefully hid my plans until the right moment.
I watched her every move, I studied her daily routine, and I learned everything I could. I knew her menstrual cycle, I knew her sexual habits, and I knew her sleeping habits, eating habits, bathroom habits. I began knowing her thoughts before she had them. It took almost nine months before I had a chance to act on my plan.
I had to be cautious during all these months not to change my behavior in a noticeable way. Anything that could tip her off, I had to avoid. I found ways to use new wireless fiber optic cameras to my advantage. I recorded everything occurring in the house when I was at work. I studied the videos at night after she slept.
Her body is a man's dream, her skin flawless, and her breasts full and perky with cute little nipples perched at the apex. Her torso tapers to a finely shaped waste, her stomach flat with a hint of abdominal muscle. Her hips flare forming a beautiful backside, full, firm, and perfectly sculptured. Her pubic mound was pure bliss, hairless, with a little camel toe. How could she be so hateful of me? I could be her lover if she was not the evil person to me she actually was.
She came home late one Friday night, actually, early Saturday morning. I waited silently in my room until I was sure she would not come in my room with her tawse and beat me as she usually does. I endured many beatings after her late nights.
I waited a couple hours making sure she was asleep. I checked my cameras around the house and finally her room. She sprawled out naked sleeping on her stomach, probably passed out from alcohol and maybe drugs. I seized the opportunity.
With four stout lengths of hemp rope, I eased into her room. I quickly tied her legs to the end rails of her bed, tightly, with knots that would not slip if she struggled to get free. I did the same to her arms. I did not take my adventure further. Morning would be my moment. I went to bed and slept the soundest sleep I have had in months.
I came awake hearing her screams. "Get in here you son of a bitch. Untie me motherfucker. I will beat you to death for this. You worthless piece of shit, get in here."
I made a cup of instant coffee, took my time sipping it, and casually walked to her bedroom. "I'm sorry, did you call me?" The calmness of my demeanor equaled the fury in her eyes.
"Oh, I see, you are all tied up now. I'll come back later then." Every muscle in her body strained to get free of her bonds.
"I will beat you to death, god damn it. When I'm through with you, you will pray to die." She continued to thrash about until the ropes burned her wrists and ankles.
"No, I don't think you will beat anyone. In fact, you may experience much of what you made me endure all these years. Your pretty little ass is going to get ripped apart by your own tawse." The shock of her predicament sank in, fear and panic replaced hatred. She peed her bed. I left her to contemplate my next move.
I waited about two hours before returning to her room. Hatred returned to her eyes as I reached into her hiding place to retrieve the tawse. "Thought I did not know about this little hiding place," I calmly spoke. There is a lot I know. Now, let me introduce your pretty little butt to your very own tawse."
The first blow struck square on the high point of her butt. I spared no measure and welts immediately appeared. The next landed on the sweat spot just where her thighs begin. Her screams of pain were like music. I rained down another half dozen sever blows raising welts from her waist to her knees. I took the tawse with me as I left. "By the way, I am not done."
I had the hardest hard-on of my life and beat myself off three times before my cock went soft again. I returned to her room to see her limp on the bed; even as I entered, she made no struggle. "I'm back. I see the welts have gone down a bit. I guess I will have to raise them up again."
I carefully aimed each blow to give her skin equal coverage. I rained down 30 blows and saw her turning black and blue. I positioned two mirrors so she could see what was happening to her. "Let me know when the welts go down. I will come back to raise them again."
