Pussy Spanking Punishment (3)
"Is it that painful?"
"Yes... hic..."
"Then why did you do something deserving of punishment?"
"Sob... I'm sorry..."
"As I've always said, livestock like you don't need empty apologies. Just take your punishment properly and repent your sins... but..."
The Manager swallowed a sigh as he surveyed Heo Seong-ah's condition, setting down the riding crop in his hand.
"I've gone beyond the number I originally planned, so I'll forgive you this once. If you took all 100, you might really break beyond repair."
"Thank you...! Hic, thank you so much..."
Whether the livestock's pussy was ruined or not was none of the Manager's concern. But Heo Seong-ah was an exception—a livestock with a fixed shipping date from the moment of intake, and one that had to remain a virgin. If that pretty little pussy got grotesquely mangled now...
Who knew what fallout might come his way.
"Haa..."
The Manager felt a twinge of regret for taking sole responsibility for her care. Swallowing another sigh, he walked silently to the display case on the wall without a word. He returned the riding crop to its place and picked up a strangely shaped tool instead.
"I've changed my mind. If I end the punishment like this, it'll only make Livestock Number B62's habits worse."
"N-no... That won't happen. Never!"
"How can you be so sure? What's to guarantee it won't happen again?"
"Sob..."
She honestly had nothing to say. If she faced this kind of punishment again... she'd surely wail and beg for mercy just like now.
"I'll teach you that reality doesn't always bend to your will."
"Hic..!"
"Don't look so terrified. Just 10 strikes. Endure these 10 without passing out, and that's the end of the first punishment."
"Y-yes..?"
His words filled her with dread. She didn't have to hold back screams, curse her pussy, or count the strikes. Just don't faint, and the first punishment ends there.
How much did it hurt for him to say something so frightening..?
"For reference, the livestock who've taken this without fainting can be counted on one hand. Grit your teeth and bear it."
Thwack-thwack— The heavy wooden paddle lightly struck Heo Seong-ah's pussy, drawing out a sticky thread of her arousal that dangled like silk.
Heo Seong-ah glanced down. The thin, elongated wooden stick—about the length of a 30cm plastic ruler—was riddled with holes like Swiss cheese from a cartoon.
No matter how much it hurts, can it really be worse than the riding crop? She thought, drawing in a deep breath and clenching her teeth.
Crack—
"Krrk!"
The moment it struck, the paddle's surface clung to her pussy flesh. Unlike the riding crop that merely grazed past, this stuck fast, as if glued in place. The pain intensified steadily during that contact...
"Aaahhhk..!!"
An unbearable burning agony pulsed relentlessly.
"Ghk, ugh... hic..."
Just one strike... and it was excruciating. Her muscles tensed, squeezing her organs like a vise. It felt like her insides were being crushed.
"Ugh, kkh..."
Breathing was hard. Even trying to inhale, her throat clogged, blocking the air. Her body trembled uncontrollably, as if broken. She nearly lost consciousness...
But then—Crack—
"Kyaaaaaaaah!!"
Another strike snapped her back to awareness with a scream. Her pussy mound swelled massively, and her tightly bound legs contracted wildly, sending tearing pain through her muscles.
"Kkhiiiik..!!"
As the lingering agony refused to fade, she swallowed her scream—only for the third strike to land.
Crack—
"Ghk!"
But... it didn't hurt as much as she'd expected.
"Eh... ugh..."
What? What was this? After just three strikes... had her nerves died, numbing the sensation?
Wasn't that a huge problem?
"Ah, ahh..."
The lack of pain terrified her more than the pain itself. Trembling, Heo Seong-ah looked down. Her once-red-swollen pussy was now burst open, bloated with deep purple bruises.
One more strike, and it felt like it'd be irreversibly ruined. The certainty gripped her.
"M-Master Manager..."
"What is it, Livestock Number B62?"
"No more... no more, please... hic, I really... I can't..."
Terror that her precious body part might be destroyed. Not just a feeling—this was a desperate plea born of conviction.
Heo Seong-ah shook her head side to side, tears and snot streaming pathetically.
"Haa, why not? Can't you endure even this much pain? Are you refusing punishment for your own sins out of cowardice?"
"N-no!! It's not that... it'll break..."
"What will?"
"My p-pussy... my pussy will break... hic..."
The Manager eyed her explosively swollen pussy mound and swallowed a sigh. The state was dire. At minimum, it'd need ointment and care for over a week to recover.
"Livestock Number B62, if this were a normal training session, I'd forgive you. But right now, you're being punished for your crime, aren't you?"
"Yes..."
"So bear the pain. Whether your pussy bursts and bleeds, or gets completely ruined into something hideous... that's not my problem, is it? You brought this on yourself, so humbly accept it."
"Hic... but..."
"Haa, this won't do."
Irritated by her attitude, the Manager set down the wooden paddle and reached into the original tin bucket. He gripped a wide, flat brush, dipped it into the sloshing liquid, and swirled it around. Liquid seeped between the bristles...
He pulled it out and slathered it onto Heo Seong-ah's pussy with a wet squelch.
"Hngh..!"
Swish-swish... He brushed lightly up and down.
The cold liquid met her pussy—still throbbing from near-death agony—like sucking on a mint candy, delivering a sharp, tingling sting.
"Kkh..."
It wasn't scream-worthy pain, but the itch and throbbing were hard to endure. Heo Seong-ah clenched her fists to suppress the urge to claw at it.
"Huu, haa..."
Splash. The Manager dipped the brush again, soaked it thoroughly, and rubbed her pussy once more.
"Krrk..."
Her pussy, drenched in the sticky liquid, gleamed like candied haw fruit, coated slickly. What drug was this? Probably another aphrodisiac, right? Imagining herself writhing in itchiness all day, Heo Seong-ah bit her lip in shame.
"Livestock Number B62, curious what's in the tin bucket?"
"Y-yes...?"
"With your empty head, you're probably thinking it's an aphrodisiac."
Spot on. But if he said that... it wasn't?
"No need for excessive worry. This liquid is just a simple sensitizing agent."
"Y-yes..?"
"A new drug developed for patients born without pain sensation. When applied to the body, it temporarily revives nerves and heightens sensitivity."
"Wh-what..?"
She heard the words, but they made no sense.
"Too stupid to understand? Simply put, it boosts sensitivity on the applied skin. So even a light tap like this..."
Tap—
"Kkhiiik!!"
"...makes you squeal like a pig and thrash around."
Just the slightest... truly the slightest brush of his palm over her pussy... and Heo Seong-ah's eyes bulged as she choked back a scream from the immense pain.
"Of course, heightened sensitivity means..."
This time, he crooked his index finger slightly, scraping her protruding clit.
"Hiiiik!!"
The mere flick nearly sent her over the edge into orgasm.
"Not just pain, but pleasure gets amplified too. You could call it an aphrodisiac, and you wouldn't be wrong."
The Manager smirked mockingly.
"Unfortunately, it's fast-acting and temporary. But with repeated use, it causes permanent physical changes. Ever see comics with lines like 'sensitivity increased 3000 times'? If I wanted, I could turn Livestock Number B62's body into a hypersensitive wreck that can't even function in daily life."
"Sob, kkh..."
"A drug made for treatment, now used for torture—quite the joke, isn't it?"
By now, the drug had fully absorbed, drying her once-moist pussy. The Manager brushed it one more time, then gripped the wooden paddle.
"Something you'd never do to a person. But you're livestock, Livestock Number B62, so it doesn't apply. If you keep misbehaving, I'll have no choice but to punish you this harshly again."
"S-sorry... I won't do it again..."
"Livestock Number B62, save those words for after the punishment ends. You have 7 left. As I said, endure without fainting, and we're done. Grit your teeth."
Before striking, the Manager gently shook his wrist up and down, teasing her pussy.
Tap-tap—
"Ghk! Hik!"
A stimulus as light as tapping a desk with his fingers... yet Heo Seong-ah felt her pussy burning like fire, tears streaming down her face.