Punishment for Her Mistake
Jun-ha kept stabbing at her pussy until no more water came out. The fierce jet that had been gushing out grew thinner and thinner, until finally just a drop or two plinked down.
Of course, even in that state, Heo Seong-ah was lost in pleasure so intense it felt like she'd cum any second, panting raggedly.
"Ugh... kkuueeaang..!"
"Whoa~ It's still coming out? How long will it keep going?"
Her vulgarized pussy secreted love juices incessantly to chase that pleasure, so it would never truly dry up. Even if he kept at it all day, her pussy would overflow endlessly.
"Ah... aaaang..!"
She wanted to hide her slutty voice, but her mouth opened against her will. If she didn't let out those moans, she'd really go insane.
"Kkuk... uueuk..!"
The floor where she stood was already soaked with her own squirted juices. Her legs trembled like they might give out any moment, but she gripped her thighs with both arms, hunching over to maintain her pose.
Jun-ha found the sight both admirable and ridiculous. For the finale, he bent his fingertips at a right angle and yanked outward without warning.
"Kkheek!"
From her swollen G-spot to the pussy entrance and clit, everything scraped and stimulated—Heo Seong-ah shrieked shrilly, squirting the last of her juices like a water gun. Her legs, unable to hold any longer, quivered and buckled, dropping her right there.
"Ah... aueuk..."
She sat with her ass in her own squirted juices, gasping for breath. Jun-ha watched her, staring at the fingers that had just been plunging her pussy. They were coated in thick, viscous nectar like pond slime, glistening in the dim light.
He brought his fingers to his face and sniffed. They'd said unwashed pussies reeked unpleasantly, but Heo Seong-ah's smelled good, matching her pretty pussy—floral? Fruity? He couldn't pinpoint it, but it was a fresh, appealing fragrance with no repulsion.
Casually, he flicked out his tongue for a taste: salty with a slight bitterness. He tilted his head.
"Weird, huh? So that's what it tastes like."
In porn, the guys always gulped it down like it was delicious... but he didn't feel that urge.
"Seong-ah."
"Y-yes... uueuk, Master..."
After over ten minutes of pussy torment under orgasm denial, Heo Seong-ah was still shuddering with aftershocks. Unsatisfied as she was, those echoes would linger for hours without release.
"Have you ever tasted your own squirt?"
"P-pardon..?"
"I asked if you have."
"N-no, I haven't..."
"Really?"
Jun-ha looked intrigued by the unexpected answer.
"Don't most girls try it out of curiosity?"
"N-no... not me..."
"I see."
Jun-ha, who jerked off daily, had once tasted his own cum out of curiosity and nearly puked. He'd assumed women did the same with their bodily fluids... Was it disgust holding her back?
"Seong-ah."
"Yes, Master."
"Taste it now."
"Pardon?"
"Haa, you keep parroting me back like a retard? Didn't I say don't do that? You heard me, so why ask again?"
"S-sorry..."
It was a normal reaction to such an absurd command—no one wouldn't question it. If you told a random person to eat shit... who'd just say "Sure" and chow down?
"Hurry up and taste it."
"Hhueuk..."
To Heo Seong-ah, her squirt felt no different from shit. Both were bodily waste from unclean orifices that inevitably stank, no matter the hygiene. Revulsion was natural.
"Seong-ah, I know exactly what you're thinking..."
"Yes..."
Jun-ha tossed the words at her hesitance with a flat expression.
"No matter how gross you think it is, it's still yours, right? You'll be drinking my piss and cum every day from now on... You gonna wuss out on that?"
"I'm sorry..."
Her own squirt or someone else's piss and cum—it was all repulsive the same.
"This won't do. Time for extreme measures."
"Pardon? Y-yes, Master..."
"Starting tomorrow, I'll manage your diet. So you can eat that stuff without gagging. And if you puke from now on? You're fucking getting punished hard."
"Hhueuk, y-yes..."
"Good. Now eat up."
Unable to stall further, Heo Seong-ah knelt and lowered her torso, head dipping slowly toward the floor. She unintentionally dogeza'd naked before her master, but obsession with drinking her own squirt drowned out the shame.
"Uueuk..."
Like a cat, she stuck out her tongue and glanced up at her master. Jun-ha stared blankly at his livestock, expression unchanging. She wished he'd burst out laughing like last time, mock her as a retard... but he'd wait until she actually lapped it up.
"Kkuueuk..."
Finally, she squeezed her eyes shut and flicked her tongue at the puddle. The tip barely touched, but a vinegar-sharp sourness hit, wrinkling her nose. No deeper foulness, though, so she could lap it without much trouble.
"Haha! See? Not so bad."
"Yes, Master..."
"From now on, when you're thirsty, just squirt and drink your own. Infinite power source, right?"
He brushed off the terrifying words with a laugh, like it was someone else's problem. It felt so plausible she lost her words, forcing a dumb smile to avoid irking him.
Jun-ha casually tossed the towel from the bedside.
"Now wipe up and get on the bed. You weren't planning to sleep next to me all filthy and soaked, were you?"
"No, Master."
Heo Seong-ah wiped in front of him. The soft towel brushing her sensitive nipples and pussy made her twitch involuntarily. Face flushing with shame, she peeked at her seated master—he just smiled silently, watching.
It really felt like she was a toy.
"Now get on the bed and lie face-down."
"Yes..."
She crawled onto the bed as ordered and sprawled prone. Sinking into such soft bedding for the first time since becoming livestock, fatigue crashed over her instantly. When was the last time she slept peacefully?
"Haaam..."
A yawn escaped... her eyes drooped.
Just ten seconds. The moment her head hit the bed, she passed out—or so it seemed.
Smack—
"Kyaaaaaaaak!!"
Intense pain exploded from her ass; she shrieked and flipped over.
"Aaaauuk! Hauk, haaa..!"
Her briefly fled reason snapped back, sleep vanishing. Rubbing her throbbing ass for the source, she saw her master standing by the bed, grinning. In his hand gleamed a long metal rod in the light.
Or was it a plate..? What the hell was that?
"Oh, can't see it well? Here, closer look."
Jun-ha kindly held it before her eyes. What she'd thought was a rod was a flexible 30cm stainless steel spatula, flapping limply.
"We agreed on ten spanks to the ass as punishment, right? You didn't forget?"
"Hhueuk, n-no, Master..!"
Liar. She'd totally forgotten until now... The sudden shock was so fierce her ass still throbbed.
"Didn't wanna hurt my hand spanking bare. And I didn't expect this, so no proper tools handy. Just grabbed something nearby."
"Yes, Master... hhueuk..."
A regular plastic spatula hurt like hell on impact... but this sharp-edged, flexible stainless one delivered double the agony.
"Face down quick, Seong-ah."
"Hhek..."
"Punishment's punishment. I say it once? Stay like that and I might hit somewhere else."
"Hhueuk..."
Jun-ha gripped the spatula like a sword hilt. Its tip, glinting like a gun barrel in the mood lighting, brushed her cheek. Then her plump, sagging tits. Down to her lower belly. Finally, between thigh and pussy...
"Face down."
His voice was harshly commanding, utterly unlike before—a blatant threat to strike wherever he'd touched if she didn't obey.
"Hhueuk..."
Heo Seong-ah, hands rubbing her ass, teared up and turned prone.
"Hands off."
"Yes, Master..."
Releasing her clenched cheeks revealed the ass swollen red in the spatula's shape.
"Did it hurt?"
"Yes..."
"Haa, what to do..."
A voice thick with concern. Maybe... he'd forgive her?
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"Yes, Master... hhueuk..."
"Hurts, huh? Makes me feel bad too."
"I'm sorry, Master... I'll do better next—kyaaaaaaaak!!"
Smack— Without warning, she clutched her ass and rolled side to side.
"But if it doesn't hurt, it's not punishment, right? Just eight more."
"Kkheuk..."
Punishment was punishment. No mercy.
"Face down already. Before I get pissed."
"Hhueuk..."
Jun-ha wasn't the lax master she'd hoped.