The Riding Crop's Role
It hurts. It hurts so much.
"Guh...!"
An intense surge of pain shot through her, nearly stopping her breath in that instant. Heo Seong-ah bit down hard on her lip to stifle her scream, her body staggering unsteadily.
"Good girl."
Lee Soo-jin offered the colorless praise as if to say she'd overlook that much writhing, gently rubbing the heated flesh of Heo Seong-ah's buttocks with the riding crop.
"Unlike other spanking tools, the riding crop has a narrow striking surface, so the pain concentrates in one spot. That makes it far more effective at delivering agony than other implements."
Crack—
"Ngh!"
Without warning, Lee Soo-jin snapped her wrist. Heo Seong-ah felt the exact same pain in the exact same spot once more and clenched her lips to endure it. Her body, drained of strength, trembled as if it might collapse at any moment.
From just two strikes...
A reddish welt in the precise shape of the crop's edge had risen on her buttocks, like a brand.
"It's rare for someone to feel it right from the first strike, but..."
Lee Soo-jin's gaze drifted downward. Between Heo Seong-ah's quivering thighs, a thick drop of honeyed fluid dripped free.
"Excellent."
Whether it was praise or not, she smirked as she said it, circling to Heo Seong-ah's other side and gently rubbing the curve of her buttock.
"The real terror of the riding crop is something else. Like this—"
Lee Soo-jin twisted her hand in reverse, gripping the handle backward. She shook her wrist rapidly, bringing it down on the ass.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack—
"Guuuh!!"
In just over a second, five strikes landed precisely on the same spot. Each mounting blow amplified the pain, until the fifth felt like her skin was being sliced open with a knife.
"Hng... hngh...!"
Heo Seong-ah doubled over, stumbling forward a step. It hurt enough to bring tears, but she couldn't let out a full scream. Even in this state, her contracting pussy leaked another drop of fluid.
"Didn't I tell you not to move?"
"S-sorry..."
"Huh? Didn't I tell you not to speak?"
Crack—
"Kyaaaah!!"
A strike utterly different from before. Without a wrist snap, Lee Soo-jin swung her full arm, lashing Heo Seong-ah's breasts. No longer able to hold back, she collapsed, rubbing the burning wound with her hands to cool the fire.
"Tch... haaa... huu, kuhk..."
"Livestock Number B62, stand up and assume position. I'll forgive it once. We need to continue the lesson."
"Guh... hngh..."
Heo Seong-ah shook her head silently left and right. She desperately wanted to say it was impossible, but...
"Or would you prefer 100 demerit points? I hear they give extremely harsh punishments when they pile up."
"Hngk...!"
The memory of yesterday's torture flashed through her mind, forcing Heo Seong-ah to her feet.
"Good girl. No moving from this position, right?"
"Kuhk, y-yes..."
The riding crop's edge brushed her thigh.
"Eut... ugh..."
Every glide of leather over skin sent chills up her spine. Lee Soo-jin caressed the inner thigh, gauging her reaction, then flicked her wrist lightly.
Crack—
"Krup...!"
It hurt. Even that light tap... Her sensitive thighs quivered, nearly toppling her.
"In regular spanking, there are safe zones and no-go zones. You know without me saying that you have to be careful with life-threatening areas, right?"
Lee Soo-jin raised the crop high, rubbing it against Heo Seong-ah's face. The sharp edge hovered by her nose, swaying before her eyes.
"Hng, kuhk..."
No way... she's not going to hit my face, is she?
"Don't look so scared. You think I'd actually strike your face?"
"Hng..."
Lee Soo-jin grinned wickedly and tapped her cheek with painless force. Even that light stimulus made Heo Seong-ah's body convulse violently.
"Now, some no-go zones: obviously the face I'm pointing at right now, and..."
Her hand slid slowly downward, rubbing the cleavage up and down before the crop's edge pressed against the tip of her left breast.
"The left breast where the heart is, and..."
Now it touched the navel on her lower abdomen.
"The lower belly where the womb sits... This area's especially vulnerable to pain. Hit it wrong, and you could cause bleeding or even death. Finally..."
The edge slid down from her navel, slipping between her legs.
"Hngt... hngk..."
As the leather rubbed her pussy up and down, Heo Seong-ah shuddered with eerie pleasure.
"The genitals are another weak point for women. Not as intense as a man's balls, but you can't forget how sensitive a woman's sex organs are."
The explanation ended. Lee Soo-jin kept rubbing Heo Seong-ah's pussy with the crop, smiling.
"That's it. Simple, right?"
As she'd said... the lesson should have ended there...
...Huh?
Something felt off. Contradictory. A few livestock seemed to notice the inconsistency, but no one spoke up. Lee Soo-jin scanned the room with a smirk.
"Weird, right? This is info for the men who'll own livestock, not the livestock themselves."
Yeah... it's weird...
Why tell livestock about dangerous spots? They don't get a choice anyway...
"So... let me restate the lesson's point."
Lee Soo-jin's expression shifted. Heo Seong-ah's face darkened with dread.
"Female livestock must feel pleasure no matter where they're struck. Location doesn't matter."
Crack—
"Kyaaaaah!!"
The crop that had been gently rubbing her pussy pulled away... then whipped back at blinding speed, wrapping around her mound.
"Kyaaaah! Aaaah!!"
Pain that forced a scream. The rigid leather struck not just her pussy but the protruding clit and spread folds.
"Aaaahk! Tsk, haaa... kuuhk...!"
The impact itself was shocking, but the lingering burn was overwhelming. Hold position and stifle your voice? Impossible. Heo Seong-ah collapsed in place, rubbing her fiery pussy as tears burst forth. Even now, her fluids gushed—anyone watching would think she was shamelessly masturbating.
"B62, stand up."
"Kuhp... haa... hng..."
"Stand up."
"Haa... hngk..."
She wanted to stand. Wanted to move her legs. But the fear of violence etched in her mind... the throbbing pain in her pussy... held her back.
"Manager, care to help?"
"Yes, ma'am."
The manager from the back of the room approached, grabbed her hair, and yanked her up. He used the restraint device to bind her arms behind her back, then wrapped his arm around her neck from behind to keep her spine straight.
"Kuhk... guhek..."
"We all know you hate it but love it. You're soaking wet like this..."
"N-no, that's not... it's not..."
To suffer like this for such a reason... it felt so unfair she could go mad.
Ignoring Heo Seong-ah's mumbling, Lee Soo-jin swung the crop.
Crack—
"Kyaaak!!"
The center of her lower belly, right at the navel. The vibration resonated straight to her womb. Next, the left breast where her heart lay.
Crack—
"Kyaaaaah!!"
No heart pain, but the soft, fatty flesh burned with spreading heat. If her hands were free, she'd have clawed at it madly.
Finally, the crop pressed against Heo Seong-ah's cheek.
"Hng, hngk... hiik..."
A facial strike... pain aside, it'd scar for life... Was that even allowed?
"Clench your teeth tight."
"Guk...!"
Lee Soo-jin's hand with the crop swung back over her shoulder. Like swinging a baseball bat with full force... Seeing the speed, Heo Seong-ah flinched and squeezed her eyes shut.
Thud—
"Hiik!"
The riding crop merely tapped her cheek lightly. Opening her eyes slowly, she saw Lee Soo-jin mocking her.
"Ahahat, just kidding. I'd never hit your face? A mark like that could last forever."
"Hngk..."
At least Lee Soo-jin showed some humanity, halting the violence and dropping the crop.
"Of course, I wouldn't... but the men who own you might not hold back. Keep up that rebellious attitude, and you might get thrashed hard."
"S-sorry..."
"B62, you should prioritize learning manners over pain or pleasure."
That damn etiquette again... Why does everyone say the same thing? What manners am I even lacking? Heo Seong-ah couldn't comprehend it.
"Second period ends here. Good work."
The bell rang just then. The hellish lesson concluded, and Heo Seong-ah exhaled in relief, a secret smile tugging at her lips.