Repeating Mistakes, Inevitable Punishment
Heo Seong-ah curled up like a baby bear hibernating through winter. The Manager swung the telescopic baton lightly against her rear. Tap, tap—the hard texture of the baton colliding softly amplified her fear.
"Livestock Number B62, do you know how much work you're assigned for today?"
"Hic... I don't really know..."
"It was three hundred envelope folds. Since it's your first day, the supervising manager seems to have shown consideration with such easy labor, but you ignored that kindness and just played around... Don't you think you deserve punishment for that?"
"Hic..."
It was unfair. So incredibly unfair... She wanted to plead her case, but her lips wouldn't part. No matter what she said, words from a livestock's mouth would be dismissed as excuses, and she'd only get punished harder for making them. The model response Heo Seong-ah needed to give right now was...
"I'm sorry..."
A sincere apology. It didn't matter if she'd actually done wrong or not. Apologize and be more careful next time—that was all it took.
"I'm really sorry... Sob, I was so stupid. I won't let this happen again..."
Her body trembling, she bowed her head deeply toward the Manager. He rubbed his shoe against her crushed head while shaking out the baton in his hand.
"Good. Begging for forgiveness like that softens my heart."
"I'm sorry..."
"You just need to realize your mistake yourself and not repeat it next time. Excellent work, B62."
Moved by Heo Seong-ah's exemplary attitude, the Manager clapped and smiled indulgently. Maybe... just maybe... she'd get off without punishment? Her lips twitched upward in hope as she opened her mouth to apologize once more—
Thwack!
"Kyaaah!!"
The baton came flying down from above at terrifying speed, slamming into Heo Seong-ah's rear. A heavy pain like being struck with an iron pipe shot up her spine, making her whole body buzz to the scalp. She wanted to uncurl and stand, but the Manager's foot pinned her head firm, leaving her unable to twitch.
Irritated by her writhing, he furrowed his brow...
Thwack!
"Kyaaah!!"
He swung the baton again, striking her rear. Red welts bloomed sharply across both cheeks. Heo Seong-ah bobbed her lower body up and down to soothe the pain, then reached back with both hands to clutch her ass tightly.
"Thsss, haah... Hic, haaah..."
It hurt so much. She felt like she was dying. This wasn't her first time taking a beating on the ass, but physical violence never got any easier to endure.
"As a well-trained piece of livestock, B62, you know why you're getting hit by me right now, don't you?"
"Hic..."
"Do you know, or don't you?"
"Y-yes, I know..."
"Then kneel properly and tell me yourself."
The foot crushing her head slowly lifted. Heo Seong-ah uncurled, rose, knelt facing him, and placed her hands neatly on her thighs.
"Why does B62 deserve to be hit by me right now?"
...Yeah, why? She'd apologized sincerely... He'd seemed ready to forgive her. So why hit her?
"Hic..."
Actually, she didn't need to think. Her assigned Manager had drilled it into her enough times to brainwash her.
"Livestock don't need empty apologies... Hic, you said that if we do wrong, we get proper punishment and don't repeat it... You told me that, sir..."
"Excellent, B62. That's exactly right."
He clapped again, his face full of emotion
"As I said before, incidents in the labor facility get settled cleanly here. Understood?"
"Yes..!"
"Then before the punishment, let me hear a proper apology again. Straighten your knees and raise both hands above your head."
Heo Seong-ah did as ordered, thrusting both hands high overhead and straightening her knees to stand. Back in school, friends punished for talking in class would hold chairs like this at the back of the room. They all collapsed after five minutes from the weight, earning scoldings from the teacher... Luckily, with just her fists clenched, Heo Seong-ah had no trouble holding the pose.
"Stay like that for a moment."
"Yes, sir..."
The Manager pulled a terminal from his coat's inner pocket and tapped the video recording button.
"As the manager supervising the labor facility, I have a duty to create evidence for preventing B62's future relapses."
"Yes..."
"I'll record your apology as proof. If you get punished for the exact same thing again... Well, that'd be on you then—I won't warn you."
She could guess without being told. Whatever came next would make this punishment look like nothing.
"Begin. State what you did wrong, why you're being punished, and that you won't do it again."
"Yes, sir..."
Heo Seong-ah stared straight into the terminal's camera lens and spoke.
"As a special livestock... on my first day at the labor facility... I abandoned my assigned work and played around instead. I'm truly sorry... I promise to be more careful so this never happens again..."
"Yes, good enough."
It was a half-hearted apology, but short on time, the Manager accepted it and stopped recording.
"You've wasted too much of my time, B62. I need to go do roll call, so someone else will handle your punishment."
"Yes..?"
He glanced back casually and walked wordlessly toward Factory 1. Approaching from the Shared Property Facility direction was... none other than Heo Seong-ah's assigned Manager. For some reason, he glared furiously, striding forward with purpose.
"Hic..."
Terrified, Heo Seong-ah dropped to her knees but kept her hands raised high overhead. Her assigned Manager would probably demand the same pose anyway.
"B62."
"Yes, sir..!"
"I heard on the way over. As livestock, you didn't meet your work quota, ignored the manager, made excuses claiming you did nothing wrong, and spent the whole day playing... Is that right?"
"Well... I mean... Hic, yes..."
"Haah... You're hopeless. What am I supposed to do with you..."
This was the first livestock to cause this much trouble. Scratching his head, he glared at Heo Seong-ah, his anger unquenched. He pulled out his telescopic baton and extended it.
"Eek..."
"Now, stay still."
He gathered her outstretched hands above her head and gripped them tight. With her body fixed and unable to resist, the baton pressed against her ass cheeks. Tap, tap—light strikes to set position. Thinking of what was coming, Heo Seong-ah squeezed her eyes shut.
"B62."
"Hic, yes..."
"Why do you do this?"
Thwack!
"Kyaaah!!"
The baton flew at blinding speed, slapping her ass upward. Before the first pain faded, it arced high and came crashing down again.
Thwack!
"Kyahaah!!"
Heo Seong-ah screamed as if her mouth would tear, her body lurching forward. Her gripped wrists kept her from fleeing; her back arched like a bow.
Thwack!
"Aaah!!"
"Why the hell!"
Thud!
"Kyaaah!!"
"Do you!"
Thwack!
"Aaah! Kyaaah! Hic, haa!"
"Act like!"
Thwack!
"Kyaaaaaaaaah!!"
"This!"
Thwack!
"Hic, hik! Haa..."
"Won't listen!"
Thud!
"Hic, kyaaah!!"
"To a damn word!"
Thwack!
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaah!!"
Like beating dust from a blanket... The Manager struck her ass relentlessly, smack smack. Her rear swelled bright red. She twisted desperately to escape the pain, but there was no breaking his iron grip.
"And B62."
"Sob... Hic, haa..."
"Not answering?"
Thwack!
"Kyaaah! Y-yes! Sob, thsss, haaah... Eek..."
The Manager showed no more mercy. For livestock that wouldn't listen, nothing disciplined like violence.
"B62, as special livestock, do you know your 'special condition'? Don't say you don't— you definitely do."
"Sob, hic... Hic..."
He rubbed the baton gently over her ass. A tacit threat: answer wrong, and the pain repeats.
Tears welling, Heo Seong-ah moved her trembling lips.
"I... have to... stay a virgin..."
"You know it well. But..."
Thwack!
"Hic!"
Caught off-guard by the timing, Heo Seong-ah gasped, body stiffening. It hurt too much. One more at this moment... She'd really die...
Thwack!
"Kyaaaaaaaaah!!"
She screamed louder than ever, thrashing wildly. After writhing for a while, she froze at his words.
"You dare stick your finger in your pussy without permission and masturbate?"
"Hic..!"
How did he... know...? The moment her tiny, secret deviance—thought undiscovered by all—was exposed.