Nah!

Mike decided he was really going to give beth a hard time, she was always such a bitch. “Oof! I can smell that from here girl! You need to change your dirty pad!” Beths face was as red as mike has ever seen a person get, tears of outrage on the corner of her eyes. She was so utterly humiliated and degraded, but also in a silent rage over the situation. But she didnt want to get in trouble, these rules were pretty serious. She just looked at the floor and tried not tp cry. “How long you been wearing that thing?” Mike asked, not caring about preserving hos sisters modesty or dignity in any way.

“…all day…” beth muttered quietly. Mike chuckled smugly. “Well no wonder youre all stinky… open your legs let me see.” Beth looked at him in shock but knew she jad ****. She opend her legs to reveal her smelly mess of a pussy and her disgusting pad and panties. “Why aren’t you wearing a tampon?” Mike asked . Beth actually starts to cry as she whispered her answer. Mike had to get her to repeat it. “ …. My vagina… is too… sensitive… its small…” beth said miserably. Mike threw his head back and roared laughter cruelly. “Oh my god shut the fuck up! Did you seriously just tell me your twat is to little for tampons! You fucking baby!” Mike just laughed and laughed. “The big bad punk rock man hater needs to wear a wittle pad!!!” He said gleefully. Beth just sat there crying pathetically. Mike decides to give it-a rest for a while but remembers something about one of his ex girlfriends and takes one less shot. “I know some girls get bad diarrhea when theyre on their period you need to poop?”