Common Sense of Corporal Punishment (3)
Biting my lip hard to stifle my indignant groans, I heard Kang Geon-yul speak up again.
"What, not counting again? You actually like getting hit, don't you?"
"No way...!"
"Oh? Getting cheeky."
Slap!
"Hiiiaaang! It hurts, it hurts! Please stop!"
This one was stronger than the previous slap. My spine arched back like a fish flopping wildly out of water, and I lost all reason, thrashing to escape his embrace. My lower body and even my upper body shook violently in resistance, but...
"You've still got three left. Invalid again."
"I won't pee anymore, really...!"
Geon-yul pinned my body down with his elbow to keep me from slipping away, letting me know it didn't count once more. The thought that three hits still remained even after already taking two made chills run down my spine, my legs going limp.
"Sniff, sniff..."
I hated my earlier bravado. He wasn't hitting me because he wanted to—it was punishment—but I'd suddenly rebelled, wondering why he had to hit so hard. That mix of anger and pain had made me forget to count.
"I told you to count and reflect, Chae-a. If you keep this up, I'll have no choice but to keep spanking you."
"Hiiiaaang! I'll count! I will! I'll reflect properly, sniff!"
I clasped my hands together, begging desperately like a child regressing from a full-grown adult. My pleading turned into the feeble entreaty of a powerless toddler begging a scary grown-up to go easy.
"That's more like it. Ready? Here we go again?"
Geon-yul raised his hand high once more. My buttocks, already red from just two spikes, trembled in dread of the coming pain.
Crack!
"Hiiiik!"
Despite vowing to shout "one" the instant it landed, I let out another groan instead. An utterly ugly one at that.
"O-one! One! One!!"
I shouted it late, repeating it several times, but Geon-yul was firm.
"It's not just counting—you have to reflect too."
Crack!
Aah...
By now, everything blurred into confusion. I was a man, an adult, and the guy spanking my ass was my longtime friend Geon-yul—why was I draped shamefully over a man's lap getting my butt beaten? And not enduring it stoically either; snot and tears streamed down my face, putting every unseemly display on full view.
I'd at least resolved not to cry over a little spanking in front of Geon-yul, Ye-rin, and that filthy bald senior, no matter what.
...And the funny thing? Fluids weren't just leaking from my eyes and nose.
Fuck, why am I getting wet from a spanking...
I don't know if Geon-yul noticed, but the wetness trickling between my legs was growing. Sure, it had been damp when I first bared my ass over his knee, but now it was unmistakably worse.
Getting turned on from my friend spanking me—worst...
My mouth said no, but my body twitched in anticipation of the pain-pleasure awaiting my ass. Taboo guilt and shame made me shudder, refusing to let the arousal fade. Seeing those two—a man and woman—jerking off to my suffering only heightened my sensitivity.
"Hngh, ughh..."
"From now on, do it right."
Crack!
"O-one! I won't pee anywhere again!"
Thankfully, I got it right this time. Success on the fourth try. But nailing the response didn't erase the impact. My ass, struck three times by his thick hand, swelled up puffy, and each slap made stars spin before my eyes.
"Next one right away."
"W-wait a sec!"
"No waiting."
Slap!
"T-two...! Sorry for peeing on someone else's shoe and troubling Master...!"
Geon-yul didn't wait as I'd begged. I'd passed pain and entered something far more dangerous. Shame and hurt paled next to my body's urgent metabolic signals.
My bladder's getting stimulated...
I'd leaked a bit earlier but hadn't fully emptied. I'd pissed some, nearly got kicked, yanked up my panties in a panic, and fled. It was bearable so far, but could I hold after one more spank? Or even until we left the park?
Everything felt uncertain, sending chills at the thought of peeing right in front of Geon-yul again.
I barely managed once, but twice? No way...!
I resolved firmly, biting my lower lip until it bled. Nail the third spank in one go, head straight to the dorm bathroom. No more pissing in front of Geon-yul. The first time he'd covered his eyes, so maybe he hadn't seen—but no guarantee for a second.
"Good answer and it'll be the last. Here goes."
"Hng, hngh!"
Something flashed through my mind.
...What do I reflect on now?
Geon-yul hadn't given clear guidelines, but repeating the same apology felt wrong, so I'd instinctively varied the first two. But I'd already covered "pissing anywhere" and "sorry for the shoe"—what else was there?
Crack!
"Th-three!"
"Reflection?"
"Uh, uhh..."
The moment to speak passed in an instant. No time to think. My bursting urge hit critical; my lower belly ached dully while something trickled from my pussy. By feel, it wasn't piss—something else.
"One more time."
"I-It's really dangerous...!"
Crack!
I convulsed head to toe, lips flapping.
"...Three."
"Reflection?"
Geon-yul slid a finger between my thighs, stroking my dripping pussy with his whole hand, his voice laced with amusement. Gulp. What he wanted was obvious. No need for me to puzzle it out.
I mustered every ounce of strength to hold my piss and forced out the words.
"I-I realized while getting spanked..."
"And?"
"Master took time to punish me, but I got off on it alone—sorryyy...!"
The instant I said it, Geon-yul released his hold. I tumbled like a stone, landing with a thud under the bench.
I saw it all: the bald senior, who'd cum a pathetic load on the ground while watching me and now clutched his waist; Ye-rin, sprawled on the floor, fingering her pussy with loud moans. They could've fucked, but she clearly wasn't into him either.
My ass felt numb.
"Nngh..."
The bench wasn't high, so it didn't hurt much, but needing to sit and suppress my urge, I struggled up.
"Don't roll on the ground—get up. Time to head back."
"...Yeah."
I grabbed Geon-yul's leg and pulled my torso upright. Time to go. The punishment was just show, and we'd done enough. Walking class wasn't supposed to be this grueling. If I'd used the bathroom beforehand and avoided weirdos...
Back at the dorm, I'd tease Geon-yul about hitting so hard, grill the bald senior if he'd really closed his eyes during my piss, shower, and crash. That was it.
"Up we go."
It should've been that simple. Damn. What a mess.
As I stood properly, tensing my lower belly, the dam holding back my piss wave crumbled.
Grabbing Geon-yul's steady leg on the bench to rise, I froze stiff.
"Ah."
"...What's wrong?"
"C-close your eyes, please."
"Suddenly?"
"Please, don't look. I might die of shame...!"
Pssshhhh...
Using his leg as a pillar to stand, my dam burst. Legs splayed in an M, I emptied my bladder refreshingly while clinging to him.
"Huhu, hahaha...!"
Unlike before, sitting while pissing soaked my legs and ass, the stickiness insane. My breasts, pressed against his hugged leg, leaked a few drops of white milk, dampening my bra.
What am I, a drink dispenser...?
Love juices, piss, and now milk—all leaking in moments. Self-mockery made me burst into laughter at my dispenser state.
"It's fine."
"D-don't come closer! I stink of piss...!"
"We gotta head back sometime."
Geon-yul hooked his hands under my armpits and lifted me. Pantyless, my piss-soaked lower half contrasted starkly with his clean, dry pants as we stood side by side.
Whoosh! Shame surged—I wanted to bite my tongue—then he shrugged off his overcoat draped over his clothes and wrapped it around my lower half.
"...Huh?"
"You can't put panties on like this. And you can't see it, but your ass is bright red—super embarrassing."
"But your clothes..."
"I'll wash 'em. Shut up and let's get back so you can clean up."
He snatched my hand. I stammered blankly before grabbing Ye-rin, who trailed behind, and we moved together.
Whip out the stick, then the carrot—what's that about?
Of course, I wasn't swooning like some drama heroine. No such drama existed anyway, and a coat around my lower half wouldn't make my heart flutter.
Still, it was a bit odd. Was the merciless ass-beater venting sadism the real Geon-yul, or this guy hurrying back and giving up his coat for my sake? I didn't know which was real, but if I had to pick, I preferred the latter...
"You actually like getting hit, don't you?"
"Talking out both sides of your mouth. Oh, wait—pussy sluts have two mouths, huh?"
Not just my apple-red ass—my face burned hot too.
...This Geon-yul was the scary one.