Evil Little Bitch

by Molly Moore
Evil little bitch an image of Molly's face with bright green eyes for fiction piece about femdom

E is for Evil Little Bitch and a little bit of flash fiction that popped into my mind the other night when I was contemplating the word evil…. CW Abusive parent/mother. Teen Pregnancy.

“Your such an evil little bitch”

I don’t remember the first time she called me that but it was something I heard fairly regularly growing up. My Mother was neither kind nor caring. In fact she fairly abusive and the first chance I had to leave home I took it. The down side of that was it involved me having a baby of own the upside was it revealed that despite my fears I had not inherited my Mother’s lack of parenting skills.

I was what one might describe as one of societies dregs; A single parent teen Mother, but I didn’t care. I ignored all the scathing looks from the old dears at the corner shop and the rather snooty attitude of the health visitors when the baby was small and focused on the little family I had created. Me and her. She was perfect and I was going to make sure she had a life that might not be rich in things but would be rich in other ways.

When she finally started school I decided to start my own little business. I had read about it in a magazine at the doctors of all places. How women were making a living charging men for hurting them. How hard could that be?

Turns out the answer was that once she had got past a few teething problems not at all and that she had a natural aptitude when it came to designing and executing various scenes for her clients. Originally she had used her little flat, only allowing clients in when her daughter was at school but fairly quickly she had enough money to rent a tiny little flat in a different block and much to her surprise all these years later she had made enough money to be able to afford to buy herself and her daughter a pretty little house in a nice area of town. She even had an accountant.

“Your such an evil little bitch” he hissed at her through gritted teeth as she tugged on the butterfly clamps that she had expertly attached to his nipples about 20 minutes earlier.

“Are you brave enough to say that again” she whispered into his ear as she lightly taped a tiny thin cane against the back of his thighs.

Turns out maybe her Mother had be right all along she thought to herself as she waited for the her accountant to decide just how far he wanted to take things today.

“Well?” she prompted flicking the cane back and forth behind him. She loved the sound. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up in glorious anticipation of hearing their cries of pain.

She was definitely an evil little bitch for those that begged for it.

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NPE April 7, 2021 - 1:42 am

Well that ended well enough, tough start, well written!

Mrs Fever April 7, 2021 - 2:11 am

There is something to be said for taking ownership of negative language.

Evil, indeed. 😉

Brigit Delaney April 7, 2021 - 3:10 am

This would likely be rather therapeutic for a woman like her with a past like that.

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