It's Corporal Punishment, So Why Are You Getting Wet? (2)
"Haa…."
With nothing more than a single heavy sigh, Ju Harin rose from her seat. Watching her, I found myself revising my assessment—she had more steel in her than I'd expected.
It had to feel like absolute shit. Of course it did.
Getting chewed out over something that was half manufactured to begin with. Having to take it on the ass for the crime of being "in the wrong." And not just take it—having to drop her pants to do it.
Even with a promotion—or a firing—hanging in the balance, looking at the situation in plain text, no one would have blamed her for blowing up and telling me to stop talking nonsense.
And yet.
Tuk—
Harin undid her belt with a surprising lack of drama. Her hands did hesitate when it came time to actually push the pants down, but she squeezed her eyes shut, clenched her teeth—
…and slid them down in one motion, as if someone like me weren't even an obstacle worth considering, baring the pale white of her thighs.
I stayed seated, perfectly at ease, and let my eyes travel over them.
Slender.
Not Lim Jiwoo's firmness. Not Han Minah's plush fullness. Not Min Seoeun's muscle. Harin's thighs belonged to an entirely different category, and they held my attention without any trouble at all.
Even so—
"I've taken my pants off. What am I supposed to do now?"
"Hmm…."
Pretty as her legs were, something about the way she'd stripped without a fight left me faintly disappointed. I'd been braced for a tantrum. Sorting out how to fix that feeling, I remembered the first Remarks entry I'd locked onto her, and a smile almost slipped free.
I wiped it off my face, stood, and crossed to her.
"Put your hands on that wall over there."
"……."
I jerked my chin toward it. Harin didn't spare my face so much as a glance as she walked over and planted her palms against the wall.
I could read the resolve in her—whatever I did, she was going to treat it like it never happened, scrub it out of her memory entirely. I stepped in behind her to see just how long that resolve would last.
"…Just get it over with."
I ignored the impatient little push. If she was going to do this anyway, she could wait. I simply stood there and took in the view from behind.
Straight hair falling all the way to her shoulder blades. A genuinely narrow waist. Hips that still flared with unmistakable definition. And, crowning it all, a pale ass swollen with just the right amount of volume.
With both hands braced on the wall, her upper body tipped forward on its own, which only pushed that ass out further—whether she wanted the emphasis or not.
I set a hand on it.
Seuk— seuk— seuk—
I stroked her the way you might stroke someone's hair.
"Eut…."
From behind, I could just make out her face—teeth locked tight, like she was enduring a bug crawling over her skin.
Ah. That was more like it.
Ju Harin had her pants down, bent in front of me with her ass presented, and I was free to hit it. That part was excellent. The part where she simply obeyed without a peep was still a little dull.
Right.
Kkuuuuk…
"Keut…."
When I sank my fingers in and squeezed hard, that look of pure loathing finally crossed her face. That was the expression you needed if you wanted tormenting someone to be any fun.
Anyway.
The handful of ass I'd just tested wasn't simply soft—there was a quiet spring to it. Elasticity that made me look forward even more to the feel of a proper smack. I left that pleasure for a little later, though.
Seueueuk—
I dragged the hand resting on her ass slowly upward and started stroking her back instead.
"Hey—what do you think you're—!"
Already miserable, and now I was touching her past what she'd agreed to. Harin twisted her head around with a snarl.
"What am I doing? A personal effects check, of course."
"…What are you talking about?"
"I don't know what Harin-ssi might try halfway through. You could have something hidden on you. So I'm checking."
"That doesn't even—what would I hide, and what would I even do with it?"
"No idea. That's why I'm inspecting."
But Remarks slot one was absolute: in any situation tied to her performance evaluation, my word was law.
"Originally I was going to make you strip everything you're wearing. But I'm not going that far, am I? I'm cutting you some slack here… Or should we just call the whole thing off?"
"……."
Under that framing, Harin's eyelids fluttered with suppressed feeling, but she couldn't dig up a single solid counterargument.
In the end…
Seueueueuk…
She had no choice but to allow the hand on her back to drift, little by little, until it found her hip—and no choice but to silently endure everything that followed from there as a matter of course.
From hip to waist.
Waist to side.
Side to stomach.
And from her stomach…
Seuk…
"Eut…!"
…to her chest.
The breasts under my hands belonged to a woman so slim I'd already dialed my expectations down a notch—and they immediately cranked those expectations right back up.
"Oh…."
The quiet volume of them pulled an involuntary sound of appreciation out of me. Through blouse and bra both, they—
…kkwaaak…!
—crushed small in my grip.
But the thing twisting far more violently was, of course, Harin's face.
"Keut…!"
Humiliation. Degradation. Shame.
All three braided together as she dropped her savagely contorted face toward the floor and hid it.
I'd checked everything worth checking. So now—
Seueueuk…
I stayed deliberately, unnecessarily flush against her body as my hand traced back down—chest, stomach, side, waist, hip—and returned to her ass.
Tok tok.
I tapped her the way you tap a spot before a shot, sending a kind of signal.
And then…
Jjaak—!
"Eup…!"
I struck upward from below, a light crack across that pale white ass, and her whole body flinched.
How's that?
Jjaak—!
"Eut…!"
Feel good?
What is this? What is this? What the hell is this?
Jjaak—!
"Ha…eup…!"
Harin clamped a hand over her mouth before the "sound" could slip free on its own. Inexperienced as she was with anything like this, she still knew exactly what that almost-escaped noise had meant.
Had he—
Had that bastard heard it? Alone in her horror, she turned her head a fraction, eyes wide.
Luckily—if you could call it luck—Woojin was looking only at her ass…
Jjaak—!
"…Heu, aheup…!"
…and hitting it.
True to his word that he wasn't going to beat her half to death, the force of each strike sat somewhere she could still endure. Somewhere between a sting and real pain.
That in-between was driving her insane.
Why. Seriously, why. Why…
Jjaak—!
"Heueup…!"
…why was she getting wet?
With her hand still sealed over her mouth and her eyes squeezed shut, she heard Woojin say—
"Harin-ssi. How many was that?"
"N-neh, neh…?!"
"I asked how many you've taken."
"Th-thaaat…."
In a situation this unbelievable, she had no idea how many times she'd been hit.
In the end—
"We'll call it three."
"Three?"
"Yes. Seven left."
"……."
She couldn't argue with him.
But no matter how she ran it back, it hadn't been three. It had definitely gone past three. Four at the absolute minimum.
In this deranged situation, taking even one fewer blow was the only thing that might keep her sanity intact—and for a split second the thought flickered through her that she was almost glad she might get hit a little more—
Jjaak—!
"Heueup…!!"
—and the "stimulus" blooming across her ass cut the thought dead.
Trembling hand clamped over her mouth. Head bowed low. Both legs shivering.
And that ass of hers—
Jjaak—!
"Haa…eup…."
—was already flushing red under Woojin's hand, the first clear prints starting to rise.
Seueueuk, seuk… seueueueuk—
When he stroked that same ass gently with his palm…
"Haaaaaaaa…!!"
…a hot breath spilled out of her in a long, helpless stream.
Why?
It was that strange sensation you get when someone soothes a place that hurts. More precisely, it was the precondition attached to that sensation.
And that precondition was—
Jjaak—!
"Haaaaaa…!"
—this.
Every time Woojin struck her ass, Harin's arousal climbed a little higher. The concentrated form of that arousal was seeping from her pussy, and by now her panties could no longer hold it all.
The overflow, of course…
…tuk—
…ran down the inside of her thigh and dripped to the floor.
No. He can't see this. That bastard cannot see this.
The last scrap of her reason existed only to lock her knees tightly together.
For all the good it did.
Jjaak—!
"Ha-euk…!"
Another strike—stronger than the last—sent her legs twisting around each other. She thought that was all she was doing. From Woojin's view behind her, though, that flushed red ass was twitching and clenching right along with them.
It was a rather nice sight. He watched it for a while.
Then—
"Harin-ssi. How many was that?"
"Neh, neh…?"
"I asked how many."
"……."
Once her shaking had settled, he asked again for the count. Once again, she couldn't answer.
Only—
"I think that was six, but I'm not sure?"
"…Y-yes. Six. That's right."
"Got it. Four left, then."
She knew full well it had been seven. She nodded along with his number on purpose anyway.
And so—
Jjaak—!
"He…eup!"
—on the real seventh blow, her tongue slipped out for a second as a full-body shudder ran through her. She snapped her mouth shut at once.
Jjaak—!
"…Heut, ha-eu…!"
Eight.
Jjaak—!
"Haaaaaaaaa-euk…!"
Nine.
And just before the last one—
Seueueuk— seuk, seueueuk…
—I gently stroked the red of her ass against the white of her thighs.
Get spanked, start dripping. There was a leap of logic in there somewhere, but leaking like that sat in roughly the same family as being sexually aroused. The number of times Harin had taken my hand on her ass so far was eleven.
The first two or three she genuinely hadn't understood—and hadn't wanted to understand—so she'd forced herself to look away. But once the arousal kept coming, fighting it became close to impossible.
Which left her like this.
Seuk— seueueuk… seuk, seuk—
Stroking her ass. Squeezing it. Tapping it.
"Haa, haaaa… ha-eup, heuuuueup…!"
Even with me deliberately buying time like this, all she could do was keep her head bowed and breathe in hot, broken gasps.
And for the last one…
Jjaak—!
"Heueut…!"
Ten. Done.
"That must have hurt, but you held up well, Harin-ssi. Good work."
"Haaaa… haa, haaaaa…."
"You can get dressed now."
Even after I told her it was over, Harin only turned to look at me, still panting. The look in her eyes held a complicated mix of feelings.
Contempt. Humiliation. Anger.
But larger than any of those was sheer fluster—or rather, sheer distress.
I knew exactly why she was flustered, and exactly why she was in distress. So I reached out again and set my hand back on her ass.
And then…
"…But Harin-ssi."
"W-what?"
"No, it's nothing major. It's just—you've been getting spanked this whole time, and…"
Seueueuk—
I slid my hand slowly down from her ass and brought it between her legs.
"What are you—what do you think you're—!"
"I'm just curious."
I didn't push into her panties. Just to the crotch. Even that far was enough.
…jjeuk—
"Wow. So Harin-ssi likes this kind of thing?"
That was more than enough to blow her fluster wide open.