Nettles

I was enjoying a beautiful afternoon, and trying to behave by shading myself, no matter how wonderful the sun feels.

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“Come here,” Sir said. “Let me hurt you again.” He had been hurting me quite a bit already.

“I’ll just stay here, curled safe in my nettles Sir…” I have no idea why I suddenly decided to be a brat AND bring up the plants. Why did I say that?

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He smiled an evil smile, and I sat nervously while he examined, then photographed the weeds I had missed when mowing last week.

“These are your nettles. There are many like them but these will be shoved up your… pussy!”

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“Grow your nettles with the same love they will show you,” he added.

My response should remove any doubt that I am truly insane.

*shivers*


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