Pussy Spanking Punishment (2)
"Livestock Number B62, do you know why you're receiving this punishment right now?"
"Hic... Because I did something wrong..."
"No. Livestock Number B62 has done nothing wrong. It's all because of this, isn't it?"
The riding crop in the Manager's hand tapped lightly against her swollen, bright-red pussy.
"Hic..."
"Everything that's happened is because of this pussy, isn't it? Am I wrong?"
"N-no...! You're right... It's because of my pussy..."
Heo Seong-ah sniffled, agreeing with the Manager's words through her tears.
"Then, every time it hits, I want you to count it out loud and hurl abuse at your pussy."
"Y-yes...?"
What...? Abuse at my own pussy...? What the hell does that mean all of a sudden...?
"Didn't you understand? You need to degrade yourself, calling out how pathetic and disgusting your own pussy is, and beg for forgiveness."
"Hic, yes..."
She didn't fully get it, but if he ordered it, she had no choice but to obey.
"Then the last one doesn't count since you touched it with your hand. We'll start the hundred strokes from now. Do exactly as I say."
"Yes, Manager..."
Somewhat calmed, Heo Seong-ah clasped her hands behind her back and gripped the base of the chair tightly. No matter what, she wouldn't let go—she clenched her fists with that resolve...
Crack—
"Kyaaaah!! O-one!!"
The excruciating pain made her hands move on their own. She nearly touched her pussy without thinking and quickly balled her fists again, folding her arms.
"Agh, haah... Ugh!!"
As the aftershocks of pain lingered, her hands flailed helplessly in the air, with nowhere to go. The sight was so pathetic and ridiculous that the Manager smirked and swung his wrist again, striking her pussy.
Crack—
"Kyaaaah!!"
Before the first agony could even fade, the second hit landed. The searing heat, like a branding iron pressed between her legs, scrambled her mind into chaos.
"Guhhh... Kyaaaaaah!!"
In the end, Heo Seong-ah screamed until her mouth nearly tore, clutching her pussy with both hands. The heat from her mound, swollen to the bursting point, radiated into her palms. No matter how much she rubbed, the burning pain wouldn't subside.
"You didn't count, and you didn't curse your pussy... Are you ignoring me, Livestock Number B62? If you keep this up, I might really whip it until your pussy bursts."
"I'm sorry, Manager... Hic, but... it hurts so much... Hic..."
She pleaded desperately through her tears, but he had no intention of going easy on her.
"Livestock Number B62, if you keep up that attitude, it hurts my feelings."
"Hic..."
It hurts your feelings? That's such obvious bullshit anyone could see through.
Heo Seong-ah had hoped for even a flicker of sympathy, but the Manager just grinned unpleasantly.
"I'm so sad, tears are about to come out. Haah..."
Another blatant lie. He felt no guilt whatsoever. The emotion surging through him as he disciplined this livestock was pure ecstasy—like sloughing off grime, the stress pent up in his heart melting away.
"We'll start over from the beginning."
"Hic..."
"Who knows? If you steel yourself and take about ten strokes obediently, I might forgive Livestock Number B62 with my boundless mercy."
It was a proposal he made precisely because he knew she could never manage it.
"Then, let's begin again. Understood?"
"Y-yes!!"
Heo Seong-ah gritted her teeth, fists clenched, eyes fixed straight downward. She wanted to squeeze them shut, but her fear of unseen pain kept them wide open.
Crack—
"Kyaaaah!! O-one!! I'm sorry, you bad pussy...! Hic, haah...!"
"Pfft..."
Bad pussy? The childish phrasing was so ridiculous it nearly made him burst out laughing.
"Ah, sorry. Livestock Number B62 is receiving punishment so seriously, how can the Manager laugh?"
"Hic..."
"But you see, I told you to curse the pussy that's the root cause of this punishment. I never said to apologize to it."
"Pardon?"
"Is your brain so full of pussy juice that you can't comprehend? Not 'I'm sorry, you bad pussy,' but something like 'You bad pussy! It's all your fault I'm like this!'—curse at your pussy."
In other words, treat her pussy as a completely separate entity and abuse it. Just imagining it was laughably absurd.
"Do you understand? I'll let this one slide since I laughed. From now on, do it properly."
"Y-yes!"
Crack—
"Hik!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the Manager swung his wrist. The narrow edge of the riding crop lashed her clitoris, mound, and the sensitive flesh in between without mercy.
"Kyaaaaaah!! T-two!! You fucking bad pussy!! It's because of youuu!! It huuuurts!! Kyaaah!!"
Heo Seong-ah blamed all her mistakes on her pussy, showing the exemplary attitude the Manager demanded. It was just words, empty rage, but once she said it, she truly started to feel like this was all her slutty pussy's fault—and her anger boiled over.
Crack—
"Guhk, ugh... Kyaaaaaah!! Th-three!! You goddamn pussy!! Because of youuu... Hic, hic, haah..."
Three in a row, and her hands instinctively dropped toward her crotch, thighs quivering as she tried to clamp her legs shut. But her bound legs wouldn't budge... With iron will, Heo Seong-ah clenched her fists, suppressing the urge to touch.
Crack—
"Kyaaaaaah!! F-four!! You pussy bastard!! It hurts so much! Oww!! Hic, kyaaaaaah!!"
She thrashed and screamed with each painful strike, tears and snot streaming down her face. Still unsatisfied, the Manager swallowed a bitter smile and spoke.
"Isn't it hilarious, Livestock Number B62?"
"Hic, wh-what...?"
"The punishment is for your pussy, but you're the one crying that it hurts. Your pussy did wrong, so it's the one getting hit, right?"
"Hic... Yes..."
With a smirk, the Manager issued a cruel new order.
"From now on, no screaming."
"Y-yes...? B-but..."
"Why? Can't do it? If you scream, the count resets. With stakes like that, you'll hold back even if you don't want to, won't you?"
"Hic..."
"If you want to scream, tell your pussy to scream instead. Got it?"
Something was deeply, fundamentally wrong. The Manager's vibe was totally off from usual. Furious to his core, he was treating Heo Seong-ah like a toy to vent his stress.
"Hic..."
What the hell did I do wrong? What's got him so pissed?
She wanted to wail and demand answers, but that was something you could only do with lovers or family. As livestock, Heo Seong-ah... couldn't defy the Manager.
Crack—
"Kuh...!"
Heo Seong-ah clamped her jaw shut, swallowing the pain. Unable to scream, it felt like the agony built up inside, unable to escape—making it even more horrific, lingering endlessly, to the point of death.
"Ugh, hugh... Haah..."
Her body trembled as she stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, taking deep breaths. It hurts, but if I grit my teeth and endure, I can take it...
Crack—
"Ugh!"
"Why aren't you—" Crack— "—doing as I say?!"
Crack, crack, crack—
"Kyaaaaaah!!"
Five full-power strikes in rapid succession—she couldn't hold it and screamed, hands cupping her pussy. She'd lowered them just before the last one; the Manager couldn't stop in time and struck her hand hard instead.
"Kyaaah!! Haak! Guhhh... My haaands!! Haah, aaaah! It huuuurts!! Hic, kyahaah!!"
Her left hand's back, index, and middle fingers swelled red in the exact shape of the crop's edge. Her delicate skin bruised and puffed up. Just one hit had wrecked them beyond use.
"Livestock Number B62, why'd you put your hand there on your own?"
"Hic, hic... I'm sorryyy...!"
"We'll treat your fingers after punishment. Of course, your bad pussy doesn't deserve treatment—no matter how swollen or bloody it gets."
"Hic... Hic..."
The Manager pressed the riding crop to Heo Seong-ah's pussy again.
"What did I say? No screaming."
"Yes..."
"Then isn't it obvious? No screams, count the strokes, curse your pussy. Do I have to explain every little thing because you're so fucking stupid?"
"No... Hic, I'm sorry..."
"Fine. Livestock Number B62, we'll start the punishment over from the beginning."
"Hic...!"
Her pussy mound, now twice as swollen as before, screamed its limit. Stop here, please—any more and it'll break for good... The quivering flesh seemed to beg.
"P-please... spare me..."
Her apology twisted into a plea for her life. She really felt like she was dying... The pain was so intense she might go into shock...
"Livestock Number B62, did you just say 'spare me'?"
"Y-yes...! I-I'll do anything else, just please spare me... Hic, it hurts too much..."
"Hmm..."
Genuine desperation shone in Heo Seong-ah's eyes. She must be at her limit. For an ordinary woman, she'd have passed out after three strikes...