by Clint Mansell Providence, Rhode Island – April 20th, 2013 Protection. What does it mean when we protect by hurting? Who benefits? No one. I wipe my hand across my face, blowing off some steam. With my back against the door, I ponder what just happened. I did something I never thought I would, and yet I did it anyway. My conscience is bearing down on me, yet I know I did the right thing. I am an asshole, and I know it full well. I just hope she thinks so, too. I hope she saw the anger in my stride as I told her goodbye. She should leave and never come back. I don’t know why she wanted to come to me, but it was the wrong choice, and I made that very clear to her. Maybe pushing myself onto her the way I did, violating her body the way I did, will scare her off. It would be for the best. Being with me is the worst thing someone could wish for. I sigh, wondering if I could’ve handled things better. I don’t deny that I enjoyed spanking her.
