The Slap
by Mark Gander
Copyright© 2020 by Mark Gander
Humor Story: A boyfriend dumps his girlfriend over her slapping him.
Tags: Ma/Fa Heterosexual Humor Violence
My face stung as I felt that slap from my girlfriend, Nadia. It was the first ever slap in our relationship, but me being me, it was also the last. I never tolerated any form of physical violence that wasn’t some kind of consensual sadomasochism. It was over, just like that.
It was a fairly new relationship, new enough that we hadn’t even had the “talk” yet. You know, the one about fidelity. For whatever reason, we had both avoided it so far. It would never happen now, would it?
Nadia knew almost instantly once she slapped me and saw my face harden that she had fucked up. I stared daggers at her and walked over to my stuff to collect it and go home. The silence was so potent that it was she could have been fucked by it. She stood there and watched me grab my possessions until I started to walk toward the door.
“Wait, I thought that we still had a date tonight!” she blurted.
“Consider it canceled. We’re done. It’s over,” I told her bluntly.
“Over one measly slap? Girls do that all the time and guys just take it!” Nadia tried to convince me.
“Some guys might, but not me. It’s a fucking dealbreaker, Nadia. Consider yourself dumped,” I insisted.
“But it’s just a slap. Not like I abused you or anything!” Nadia persisted.
“To me, you DID abuse me. Slapping is abuse in my book and I don’t have to take it, so I won’t. I don’t know how they do things back in Mother Russia, but here, for me, with a guy like me, it’s ‘do svidaniya’ to you! I won’t tolerate any physical violence that isn’t part of a bondage scene or something consensual like that,” I countered as I headed for the door, ignoring her tears.
“But I’m a woman. You’re a man! The rules are different, right?” Nadia grasped at straws now.
“Not to me, they’re not. If I slapped you, it would be abuse. You slapped me. That’s abuse. Plain and simple. No exceptions, loopholes, or what have you. We’re finished as a couple. Probably for the best. The talk was coming, but I would have liked to end it nicer than this,” I stipulated.
“What’s ‘the talk’ about?” Nadia asked me, truly puzzled.
“Fidelity or lack thereof. I’m not the faithful sort. You probably would have kicked me to the curb for that,” I assumed.
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