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The hitting, the actual striking of me, itself I am not worried about.  It is the soiling of my clothes, my sudden fear expressed excitedly, and a fear the beatings might never end.  The blow doesn't bother me. I have been hit and I can tell you it doesn't even hurt. Not until later, maybe the next day, and maybe not. Depends on the hitter.  Getting knocked out actually feels pretty good, but that is coming from a guy who did the occasional recreational drug the TV warned him not to.