Beat-up Day, ch 3-4

Written by Singledad

Chapter 3

Due to the unusual nature of the happenings of the morning they decided to break early for lunch, dad came in to me, he was really concerned, I suppose he realised how things could get out of hand. he had told Don that the session with the little ones was first up after lunch then it would be best if he left, he had agreed, I think the others were all waiting a turn with me, and that was what they had really come for.

"They all want to hurt you darling"

he said to me, I know it sounds kinda weird, I really loved him his words excited me, and apart from the unnecessary soreness of my tummy and pussy I really wanted more treatment, I felt cheated, because I like my painful experience to be long and slow, over the time I have realised that I like less extreme treatment but over a long time, and I really can take it.

A BIT OF A FLASHBACK

My mind raced back to three years ago, I must deviate a bit here Mmm no pun intended and you about it because it was one of my best sessions, it was I think they call it a pivotal moment in my life. It was certainly one of the best times, and it still excites and frightens me to this day , although my recovery had taken the longest, it was a group very much like today's group, and they had started on me about nine on the Friday morning, as I say, not over the top, just slow and sustained, they took it in turns, working me over, some would thump me, mostly body blows, not usually my face and head, they all seemed to realise that leaving my face till last was better, and that beating me hard around the head would have damaged me permanently, although they liked to get some black eyes going early in the session'cos apparently it was more sexy for them to see.

Well, that's why I call it beat up day, only this particular day lasted through the day into the night, and then through the night and most of the next day, I was feeling so tired as I remember, I thing I actually dozed through some of the beatings, it seemed to go on so long, ,slowly, methodically, working on every part of me, I loved it when they were inventive, and the fact that Dad had such a large base of friends meant that I had experienced so much inventiveness that I could have written a book!

Most times they didn't use me sexually, my mistreatment would be the means of them getting their rocks off. As I mentioned earlier, a large part of my treatment was when I was clothed, their excitement sexually came from the sounds of hitting over clothing, I would start off dressed, they usually would like school uniforms, I mentioned that I had a wardrobe of all different types, very occasionally some of them would require me to dress as a little tart, but that was not very often, their kicks came from my innocence, and seeing a little schoolgirl beaten.

I remember that weekend, I had on full uniform, pleated navy pinafore dress over white blouse and school tie, regulation white socks, snow white cotton knickers, and vest, usually I wore at least two pairs of knickers, again to make the dull thud of a beating more exciting and to damage my skin less quickly, sometimes to soak up blood or pee. I rounded the outfit off with brown strap sandals and a navy blazer, they all commented on what a cute picture I looked, and that always surprised me when all they wanted to do was hurt me! ......(cont)

.......Read the entire Beat-up Day, ch 3-4 ....written by Singledad.
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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