The Common Sense of Corporal Punishment (2)
“……Mm.”
But Kang Geon-yul was gritting his teeth just as tightly. The moment he yanked off my panties, a sharp, pungent pussy stench hit the air, and even he winced a little. I couldn't see his face, but I could sense he was grossed out.
……Should I just die?
I'd shown him my shameful body, my shameful parts, and now forced him to smell my shameful scent. As far as I knew, not many guys actually liked pussy smell. I'd become a total fanatic for Geon-yul's cock musk and cum aroma thanks to that sweet semen perk, but my piss? No such bonus effect there.
Come to think of it, there was that story.
A buddy's drunken tale about going to fuck his girlfriend for the first time, only to dump her because her pussy reeked too bad. Said it smelled like straight-up squid. As a total virgin back then, I couldn't wrap my head around it—how could you break up over your loving girlfriend's pussy smell? It was hard to believe someone could despise a person that much just from a whiff down there.
No way Geon-yul feels the same about me……?
Thinking about it, if a guy could hate his girlfriend over smell, hating a friend would be even easier, right?
“S-sorry. Does it stink? I pissed myself earlier and didn't have any tissue or anything to wipe, so if it's gross, just hold your breath and hit me……”
Terror hit me, and I whined it out, but Geon-yul—trying to reassure me, it seemed—took a deep breath in and out.
“Sniiff—haaah……”
“Eh?”
“Sniiiif—haa……”
“N-no need to go that far……”
Was he insane? Burying his nose right in my ass crack, inhaling and exhaling like that—it was a thousand times more humiliating!
*Throb!* And to prove he wasn't faking it, Geon-yul's cock sprang rock-hard, tapping my solar plexus.
Wait, hold up. He got fully erect from sniffing my pissy pussy stink?
……You real pervert or what? Now I get why he was single……
But my bewilderment didn't last. Something even more shocking was about to unfold for me.
“Time to start the punishment?”
I had no clue how to respond, so I just hung my head low and kept my ass raised high in silence.
*Pop!* Geon-yul then pulled out my doggy tail anal plug, claiming it was in the way. Seeing my asshole wink and pucker after the tail came out was mortifying beyond words, but my pussy was already throbbing wide open, so the blow was somewhat softened. At this point, after making him sniff my shameful spots, what was left to be even more embarrassed about?
Here it comes.
I braced for the slap on my ass, eyes squeezed shut. With the bald guy and Geum Ye-rin watching, Geon-yul would probably go easy to avoid suspicion—I could tell that much.
I want to die from the shame.
I just wished this would all be over quick. Geon-yul whispered right in my ear.
“It's okay, I'll go easy. How many do you want?”
That deep, gravelly bass voice made my heart drop. I'd psyched myself up to endure a harsh beating, and now this sudden gentle tone threw me off. I hadn't even considered a number, so my head spun.
Up till now, I'd always left decisions to Geon-yul, so I was clueless on picking something like this myself.
“Uh, umm…… Five?”
That was the compromise I scraped up from inside. Ten felt too much, but calling fewer than five might make Geon-yul mad—like, “You pissed on my shoe and think that's enough?”
“Five?”
But his response was the total opposite. He sounded shocked that I'd picked five.
Should've lowballed?!
My pupils shook with inner panic, but Geon-yul couldn't see my eyes anyway. His hand, gently stroking my ass, lifted away.
“I was thinking three, but if you want five, fine.”
My crotch grew slick between my thighs. Why take five when three was on the table?
I immediately shook my ass and backpedaled. “N-no! Three! I thought it over—three's good!”
“One mouth, two words. Or wait, sluts have two mouths, so that's why?”
“Hiiik?! Th-that's……”
A thick finger slipped between my clenched thighs, straight into my pussy. Whether from pissing in front of everyone or the dread of getting wrecked, I was already soaked—his finger slid right in.
*Squish, squish……*
Why's he fingering my pussy all of a sudden……!
My mind reeled, but my body reacted instantly. The folds inside mistook his finger for cock and clenched, sucking it greedily. Typical of my legendary pussy—milking anything that enters for cum.
Meanwhile, I clamped my mouth shut to stifle the moans, eyes bulging.
“Two mouths—one up top, one down below.”
“Hngh!”
Geon-yul shoved another finger into my mouth, exploiting my helplessness. One finger in my mouth, one in my pussy. Both ends pierced.
“Suck it.”
“Mmph……”
I endured the humiliation, slurping on his finger with loud *smacks*. Top: *smack smack*. Bottom: *squish squish*. Focusing on sucking while my pussy got worked sent heat surging through me.
“Enough.”
“Puha!”
“Hmm, top or bottom, both love fingers the same. Guess you like anything cock-shaped.”
“It's not……”
Two fingers and a few words, and my whole self felt degraded and mocked. Head bowed, fumbling for a reply, Geon-yul landed the finisher.
“Chae-a, gotta let go of the bottom one too? It's squeezing like crazy.”
“S-sorry. Just a sec……”
My face burned like it might explode. Sure, he was just playing with my body to dodge suspicion, but from my side? Totally different story.
Two mouths……
It sounded like slut-shaming at first glance, but twisted in my head to the old saying “Men don't speak with forked tongues”—now flipped to “Girls have two mouths, so one word from each is fine.” Maybe overthinking, but hitting my weak spots like that wrecked me. Problem was, I hadn't even mapped out all my weaknesses yet.
For now, the smell… and talking like I used to be a guy in front of others.
I prayed there weren't more.
“Anyway, I get it. Girls change their minds. Born with a pussy and all.”
“Y-yes……”
“Even if your two mouths say different things, they both love my fingers the same. Fine, three it is.”
“Th-thank……”
“What the hell?! Three? You think three covers pissing on my shoe?!”
The bald guy—still watching—griped mid-scene. I glanced back; he and Ye-rin were both flushed with arousal. They'd popped boners from Geon-yul toying with me.
“Hnn… haa… I want my pussy fingered tooo…♡”
“Five… no, ten smacks at least… haaah…!”
Ye-rin writhed, grinding her pussy through her clothes, while the bald guy had his fly open, jerking his cock furiously. These people, using me as jerk-off fuel right in front of them……!
“Sorry, senior. I'm not punishing Chae-a to make you feel better.”
“Then……?”
“She did something wrong, so I'm disciplining her. Owners gotta train their bitches—it's our duty. So no, not doing what you say.”
“But you messed up first……”
“I'll cover dry cleaning.”
“……How much?”
The bald guy's face shifted. Nostrils flaring, lips twitching—he must've offered a fortune.
Guy loaded?
A bit worrying. Geon-yul wasn't from rich stock. Lived in a tiny studio before. But now, with his dad's allowance plus mine from home, we were comfy.
Should be fine.
No time to dwell—baldie's complaints ended, and Geon-yul raised his hand high for real.
Proper training time.
“Count each one out loud and reflect.”
“Huh? Oh, sure? Reflect how……”
*SMACK-!
“Ohoook-!”
Crazy, insane! What the fuck?! An ugly scream ripped out of me unbidden. I'd braced for pain, but this was beyond imagining. Vision went white; my fists clenched harder. Barely recovered, I kicked my feet like a little girl, toes scraping the ground.
It hurts, hurts so much!
My ass blazed like fire. No doubt his huge hand left a red print on my pale cheek. And his voice—cold, flat—didn't sound like my old friend Kang Geon-yul at all.
“Not counting? No reflection?”
“S-sor……”
“That one's invalid. Again.”
“Wha? Eeeek! Hiiiiiik!”
*SMACK-!
Lifetime first for this shame—and worse pain—tears welled up. We were doing three, but failing to answer added that last one back on. My once-fine ass now burned hot; even cool air stung with throbbing agony. All I could do was pant roughly.
“Haaaah……”
Yet, somehow, those breaths felt a little…… lewd.