Punishment for the Wrongdoing (2)
Heo Seong-ah moved her trembling body to lie prone on the bed. She clutched her throbbing ass so tightly it felt like it might burst, trying to cool the heat, but no matter how much time passed, the pain refused to fade.
"Ugh... ughhh..."
After rubbing her ass for a long while, legs twisted together, Jun-ha finally lost patience and prodded her backside with the tip of the stunner.
"Hands off. Eight more to go."
"Ahh... ughhh..."
"That's one extra. Nine now."
"Why... whyyy...!"
"Make it ten again. Move your hands or it'll keep going up?"
A female livestock that didn't obey her owner's command immediately was worthless. Terrified by his forceful tone, Heo Seong-ah slowly pulled her hands away from her ass.
"Hic... hah..."
Her nerves were hypersensitive, so the pain lingered. The swollen red welts stung with every brush of air. She'd probably ache for three or four days... but there was no need to coddle her over every little thing during punishment.
Without hesitation, Jun-ha pressed the stunner against her ass, tapping lightly as if cooling it down.
"Ten. Don't forget."
"Yes, Master... hic..."
"By the way, I sometimes mix up numbers. Ten could turn into a hundred."
"Hiccup...!"
Just counting from one to ten... what the hell was there to mix up? He said it on purpose, making it sound like he'd really whip her a hundred times.
"So, to make sure I don't forget, why don't you shout out the count loud and clear each time?"
"Hic..."
That was the goal from the start.
Biting her lip in humiliation, Heo Seong-ah nodded instead of answering.
"Ready? If you cover your ass with your hands, we start over from the beginning."
"Hic..."
"Ready?"
The stunner, which had been tapping her ass lightly, swung up toward the ceiling... then came whistling down with a whoosh.
Crack—
"Kyaaaaaaaah!!"
Her hands gripped the sheets tight. Screaming, Heo Seong-ah arched her back, thrashing her legs and twisting her body side to side.
"Kyahaak! Hah... haaa..."
"Seong-ah, I told you to count each one out loud, didn't I? Why aren't you—"
Crack—
"Kyaaaaaaaah!!"
"—listening?"
Just two strikes, and her ass felt ruined. It burned like red-hot iron searing her skin, the agony unrelenting. She wanted to roll around clutching it, but fear of worse punishment kept her hands glued in place.
"Kk... hic..."
"Back to ten from the start. Don't forget."
"Hic..."
"Answer me."
"Yessss...!"
Sobbing, Heo Seong-ah clutched the sheets. Jun-ha pressed the stunner flush against her ass.
"Deep breaths. Slowly. It's your first time taking it like this, so I'll go easy."
"Yes... hic, thank you, Master..."
Her voice shook as she thanked him, tears and snot streaming while she cooled the heat on her ass.
After five minutes of silence, Jun-ha swung the stunner lightly again, drumming her swollen red ass.
"Starting over now? No stopping this time."
"Yes, Master..."
"First one."
He warned her kindly, then raised the stunner high and slammed it down with full force.
Crack—
"Kk...!"
A choked scream escaped as the impact stole her breath. Her skin swelled in the exact shape of the stunner's head. Bit by bit... as time passed... the creeping pain overwhelmed her, and she shrieked at the top of her lungs.
"Kyaaaaaaaah!!"
It hurt too fucking much. This was beyond enduring.
"Hahh! Kk! Hah haa!"
Heo Seong-ah rubbed her ass furiously and flipped over.
"Kyaaak! Cough! Hack!"
Her throat was raw from the force of her screams, blood pooling in her mouth with every cry. She coughed repeatedly, unable to make a proper sound.
Thinking her reaction overdone, Jun-ha sighed in disbelief.
"Haa, why do you keep doing this? If a simple ass-whipping hurts that much, what are we supposed to do?"
"Hic, haaa... hic, I'm sorryyy..."
"Sorry doesn't cut it. Seong-ah, you're dodging the punishment for your mistake."
"S-sorry..."
How the hell am I supposed to stop my body from moving when it hurts this bad? More than anyone, Heo Seong-ah desperately wanted to take her punishment.
"No choice then. Forget whipping... how about some zaps?"
"Eek...!"
"Ten strikes means one minute each—ten minutes total. Got it?"
He said "zaps" like a joke, but she couldn't laugh it off. Memories of electric shocks flooded back, and she whipped around, clinging to his waist in panic.
"Nooo! Please!! I'll do anything!!"
"Haa, you always say you'll do anything, but you can't."
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll try harder... that's really... hic, I hate it so much..."
"Haa, Seong-ah..."
He reached out pityingly, stroking her hair.
"Look up."
"Yes..."
"Does it hurt that bad? Hate the shocks that much?"
"Hic, y-yes..."
"But what can we do? You picked ass-whipping as your punishment."
"B-but..."
It wasn't his choice. She had picked it herself.
"You're not reflecting on your mistake—you're just trying to weasel out. Am I wrong?"
"N-no, you're right..."
"So, I'm being nice, offering shocks instead since you can't even take your own punishment?"
One button on the controller, and no matter how she thrashed or screamed, she'd have to endure it—regardless of her will. The brutality of those shocks amplified her terror.
"I was... wrong..."
"Mmm~ Seong-ah, empty apologies don't count. You need real punishment and reflection. Got it?"
"Hic..."
"Hate shocks? Then back to the ass-whipping. You can do it right this time, yeah?"
Jun-ha grinned brightly, rubbing her cheek. His touch was gentle... but held no warmth.
"Hic..."
Speechless, she swallowed her tears and nodded. Could she? Yes, she could. It was just mental fortitude. Clench her teeth through the pain, no matter what.
"Prone again."
"Yes, Master..."
"Just ten, then done. Hang in there."
Why was ten ass-strikes turning into such torture? Lying prone once more, Heo Seong-ah gripped the sheets fist-tight, vowing not to budge no matter what. Her rigid legs stretched straight beneath her tensed ass.
"Huu... huuu..."
Shaking before it even started—she must be in agony—but he had no intention of going easy.
"Here we go."
Jun-ha raised his arm high... then swung the stunner full-force at her defenseless ass.
Crack—
"Kyaaaaah!!"
Impossible, as expected. Like before, she clutched her ass and rolled aside, tumbling off the bed onto the floor in a pathetic heap.
"Seong-ah. Up."
"Hah... kk..."
"Fuck, get up."
"Sorryyy!! I'm getting up!!"
His voice had changed. She scrambled up, legs shaking, and hesitated at the sight of him tapping the bed beside him.
"Lie down."
"Hic..."
"Want the shocks?"
"N-no!"
"Then take the ass-whipping?"
"Yes..."
"Haa, stop saying you'll take it and actually fucking try."
"I was trying... really..."
"Bullshit. Don't lie."
Her shrieking and flailing showed zero sincerity. Fury boiling, Jun-ha jabbed her forehead with the stunner's tip as they sat face-to-face.
"Hey. Heo Seong-ah."
"Hic, y-yes..."
"You think screaming and fake-crying like that will make me forgive you?"
"N-no! It's not that... really not..."
"That's why bitches with pussy holes are no good. You think tears and begging fix everything?"
"It's not like that..."
"Shut up and prone."
Terrified, Heo Seong-ah dove face-down, burying her face in the pillow and clenching her fists against the coming pain.
Jun-ha stepped out briefly and returned from the balcony storage with something.
"Lucky—two left over from when I was a kid."
It was an old jump rope. He bound her wrists and ankles to the bed frame, top and bottom.
"Ugh..."
Tied like this, she couldn't twitch—like a chicken on a grill. Not enough for him; Jun-ha climbed onto the bed and sat backward on her back, her ass perfectly positioned ahead of him. He tapped it with the stunner.
"Ah... ugh... Master...!"
"Stay still. I'm doing this because you can't handle it otherwise. Bite down?"
"N-no... wait!!"
Crack—
"Kyaaaaah!!"
A full swing started the merciless barrage.
Smack, crack, crack—
"Kyaaaaaaaah!!"
No thrashing possible—hands and feet bound. She couldn't even twist her hips; his weight pinned her waist.
Craaack— smack—
"Kyaaaaah! Aak! Kk! Aaaah...!"
Nine unrelenting strikes later, he put everything into the final blow.
Smack—
"Kk!"
"Good girl."
The moment punishment ended, he unbound her and pulled the near-fainting, tear-streaked Heo Seong-ah into his arms, stroking her hair tenderly. Limp, she leaned into her master, sniffling.
"Don't make me mad again if you hate pain, Seong-ah."
"Y-yes... Master... hic..."
Never upset Master again... She swallowed her tears, vowing it to herself.