Common Sense of Corporal Punishment (1): Public Urination Play
Any woman—no, any person—would never want to show anyone the sight of themselves peeing. It's perfectly normal. And yet, even as a human, crawling on all fours like a dog, lifting one leg to piss, feels like the pinnacle of humiliating play.
'F-Feels... so good...'
But I was swept up in the ecstasy of finally releasing the urine I'd been holding back, and I didn't feel even a hint of the shame I'd worried about. For one thing, as long as Kang Geon-yul wasn't watching, there was nothing to be embarrassed about. That bald guy didn't even feel like a fellow human to me, so whether he saw or not was none of my business. And Ye-rin had her eyes squeezed shut ever since that kiss earlier.
While I was pissing away, the bald man didn't move a muscle—whether from shock or rage, I couldn't tell.
...No way he has a piss fetish or something, right?
"Y-You little... fucking bitch slut...!"
Good thing he didn't. If getting pissed on made him like me, that would've been a problem.
"Hngh!"
Once I'd emptied my bladder, I giggled and gave my hips a little shake to flick off the droplets. The bald man, consumed by fury, swung his foot and knocked me over.
"How dare you piss anywhere you want, you bitch!"
"Kyaa!"
The moment he swung his foot, even though I hadn't wiped yet, I yanked up my panties and scrambled behind Geon-yul. The sticky sensation lingered, but I wasn't disappointed. I'd achieved my goal.
Pfft, what a moron.
If this were reality, I'd obviously be the one in the wrong right now. No sane person would side with a woman pissing on a stranger's foot. I'd end up dragged to a psych ward or sued for breaking some law—either way, screwed.
Of course, even in this Altered Common Sense World, it's not perfectly safe. If I weren't Geon-yul's contracted bitch, the bald guy might've grabbed my ass and fucked me right there on the spot.
But I am Geon-yul's bitch in name and truth. That's what matters. No man rapes a bitch right in front of her owner. And Geon-yul doesn't look like an easy mark anyway.
"Th-That fucking bitch...!"
So the bald man couldn't do shit. Right now, I'm a bitch. Bitches aren't equal to humans. They're far dumber. It makes total sense for one that can't even use the toilet to lose control and piss herself.
What can you even do about it?
Imagine stepping in dog shit by accident while walking in the park. Can you hold the dog that shat it accountable? Of course not. You go after the owner, but the dog itself bears no responsibility from the start. Same with me.
The bald bastard huffed and puffed, spewing curses at me, but he didn't make any move to actually do anything. As long as I didn't look like some antisocial freak to bystanders, I was fine with whatever. I just laughed it off.
Damn, Geon-yul's impressive.
This wasn't my idea. It was all something Geon-yul came up with on the fly. The plan was simple: piss off the bald guy fixated on the kiss to draw his attention from Ye-rin, then do something so bizarre no one could hold me accountable.
This simple tactic worked exactly as Geon-yul predicted.
"Haha, sorry about that. Our bitch usually holds her shit and piss just fine, but she's probably excited right now. Dogs get scared around scary people, you know."
"Tch, tch... Train your damn dog properly!"
"Yes, sir. I'll discipline her thoroughly. Of course."
Geon-yul handled the bald man with a sly, patronizing tone like he was dealing with a child. The guy seemed even more furious at that attitude, trembling with rage.
"...Do something about it right now! Punish her or whatever!"
His growing obsession was almost funny. Punishment? He couldn't do it himself—he just got to watch Geon-yul do it. And it wasn't even all my fault; it was Geon-yul's idea from the start.
Hah, hilarious. Even if Geon-yul punishes me, he'll go easy, idiot.
I smirked wickedly, grabbing Geon-yul's arm and arching my back a little—like some bratty mesugaki from a manga—while forcing tears into my eyes.
"S-Sorryyy... I really had to pee, sob!"
"Nah, it happens. You're a bitch, after all."
"R-Really? Hehe, yeah... Meng, woof woof!"
I wagged my tail furiously, fawning over Geon-yul. I shook it side to side and hugged his arm to my chest. Not because I wanted to, but to rile up the bald guy even more.
Honestly, I wasn't worried about the punishment either way. Geon-yul, my accomplice, wouldn't hit hard, and getting off with just a few swats was a win for me.
I pissed on your leg, and now you just have to watch me get lightly spanked without being able to lay a hand on me yourself.
The thought made me giggle. A little punishment? Whatever.
I let go of Geon-yul's arm and stuck both palms out in front of me.
"Sorry for pissing everywhere like a dumb bitch... Please punish me, Master! Woof!"
I didn't even look at Geon-yul. It was obviously going to be a palm smack. Instead, I stared at the bald man and stuck out my pink tongue in a raspberry.
"...Huh?"
Something felt off. Ye-rin, freed from the bald guy's grasp, had her dark-tanned face flushed red, covering it with her fingers. And the bald man, who'd been fuming moments ago, snorted and clenched his fists.
What's with everyone?
Then rough skin touched my body. Familiar rough skin. Thick, manly texture, coarse and huge compared to mine—a hand that had explored every inch of me.
"...Eh?"
But it didn't land on my palms. I'd openly offered them for a spanking, but Geon-yul ignored them completely.
"Master?"
"Yeah, I'll punish you."
"Th-There... woof?"
Geon-yul's hand slid lower, stroking my ass. My panties blocked direct contact, but I knew exactly what it meant that he'd chosen my ass over my hands.
"That's right! For punishment, it's gotta be the ass!"
The bald man cheered excitedly. But I was too flustered to notice. All my nerves focused on my ass being gently caressed.
Why's he suddenly doing this to me? Did I do something wrong?
I racked my brain, but nothing came up. And I couldn't resist an ass spanking now. Outwardly, this was me getting punished for my mistake. A naughty bitch has no right to demand where she's hit.
The only thing still bugging me: I'd offered my palms, so why pretend he didn't see and go for my ass instead?
The answer came unexpectedly from Ye-rin.
"I was a little surprised, Chae-a..."
"Uh, y-yeah?"
"For bitches like us, punishment means ass-spanking, right? That's common sense. But you suddenly stuck out your hands."
"Th-That was, woof!"
No way—Geon-yul wasn't teasing me on purpose. In this world, bitch punishment defaulted to ass-spanking, so he, knowing that, made the best choice.
If he'd smacked my palms instead...
We'd both look like antisocial weirdos. Ye-rin might let it slide since we saved her, but if the pissed-off bald guy noticed, we'd be incinerated on the spot. Ignoring my hands was the judgment that saved us both.
"I'll do it sitting down."
Geon-yul's dry voice made me shiver. The man before me wasn't my friend anymore—just my merciless owner, punishing me to avoid suspicion.
"Don't resist."
"Woof..."
Geon-yul gripped my thin wrists with one massive hand like iron shackles, immobilizing me. I tottered after him.
"Heh heh heh, you little shit, time to get properly disciplined..."
The bald man trailing us with curses was whatever, but my own pissy smell mortified me. Pissing was fine, but hiking up my panties without wiping meant it reeked. And if he pulled them down now...? What would happen to me? What face would Geon-yul make smelling it? The fear made me hesitate to walk forward.
"This'll do."
Geon-yul spotted a bench and stopped, leaving the two onlookers behind and dragging only me. Of course, I couldn't sit on the bench. He spun my body around and plopped me face-down over his lap.
...What the hell is this?
I felt like a fish on a cutting board. My light body draped over his firm thighs, ass perfectly positioned for his hand, vision filled only with the bench seat. The humiliation of my face where someone else's ass would go made me tremble.
This wasn't right—it was too embarrassing. I wasn't a kid. Ass-spanking? With my new pretty friend right there, having to bare my ass and get smacked?
"...M-Master."
"Yeah?"
"Punishment's good, anytime's fine, but could we do it later? Not here where everyone's watching, it's embarrassing..."
The most polite plea a bitch could muster. But it wasn't Geon-yul who got more excited—it was another man.
"What?! Apologize in front of the victim! Get your ass properly spanked and swear never to piss on men again!"
"...He says so."
"If you back out now, I'll post it on the school forum and crack down hard on you first-years when I get back!"
No choice then. I squeezed my eyes shut and thrust my ass up.
"...Sorry for pissing everywhere. I'll learn to hold it like a proper bitch."
No bratty tone this time. Unlike my fake tears earlier, I was genuinely embarrassed and wanted to cry.
I gritted my teeth as Geon-yul's huge hand tugged down my panties for smooth spanking.
Suddenly, I thought of those Western porn actresses getting turned on by ass-smackings.
It's fine.
Geon-yul wouldn't go full hard porn on me, and I'm no masochist bitch—I wouldn't get wet from a few swats. So, definitely...
"What? Why's it wet?"
"S-Sweat! Ehehe..."
Of course. The moment he pulled down my panties, I had to make up some lie for his offhand comment.
...Don't throb, pussy.