Nettle Fiction
I’m always interested in accounts of stinging nettles, like this one in the book Painful Performances by Richard Garwood. Sadly, it strikes me as both overwritten and underdetailed, if that’s possible:
A tormentor came towards her with some leaves in a gloved hand. Suddenly Sarah felt the fearful prickle of thistles on her bottom and then two slashes across her breasts took away her breath. There was a pause and she felt a thin cord being tied round her waist. From this was hung a small bunch of leaves and the whipping began
again. It took Sarah several seconds to realise that these leaves were stinging nettles and that the pain was excruciating. She tried to move her legs back so that the leaves hung forward only to receive a startling strike across her buttocks with the same plant.Sarah danced in agony, her breasts jiggling to every movement of her legs and body. She tried twisting only to find more excruciating blows from bunches of leaves. The blows continued but she was beyond feeling them and fell into shock, finally hanging motionless from the frame with her head drawn back and her breathing stertorous.
Also, what place does the phrase “fell into shock” have in ostensibly erotic novel?
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