"Why can’t I get what I want?" She pouted angrily. Pouting. The next weapon in her arsenal. We’d gone through anger, threats, and discussion after discussion. I still couldn’t do what she wanted me to do.

"Hun." I sighed. "You know I was brought up to respect women. Never hit a girl. All that. Honestly, I’m just not comfortable with it. I’ve told you that. I’m sorry, but I can’t do this for you."

"And why not?" She demanded. "You got the threesome you wanted, some blondes head between my legs. You got the man-fuck you wanted - Hell I even set it up for you! - So why can’t I get one little thing?! It’s not like I’m asking you to chop off my tits or anything here! I just crave a little...brutality! Why wont you give it to me?!" With that, she used her very last weapon; she slammed the door on her way out. I sighed again, wondering what on earth to do. I’d told her the truth; I was raised to believe that men who hit women are nothing more than animals. I’d dated women who’...

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