Harin, I Don't Like Spanking Your Ass (1)

When Ju Harin texted asking if I had a moment, I decided to brush her off a little first.

Truth was, I'd already cleared most of the work that could have kept me busy. I had time to talk with Ju Harin for a bit.

Even so, the reason I was deliberately pushing her away…

Ding—

…was because I wanted to see Ju Harin throw herself flat on the ground like this.

Junior from another department or not, this was still a company, and companies ran on rank.

I was an Assistant Manager. Ju Harin was regular staff.

Before I'd gotten the HR Management App, she'd called me things like "Woojin" and "Choi Woojin"—and now look at her, suddenly addressing me as Assistant Manager just because she needed something.

A quick glance at the clock showed exactly 3:12.

I'd get there faster than Ju Harin coming up from the sixth floor, so I rose from my seat at a leisurely pace.

"Seoeun."

"Yes, Assistant Manager."

"I'm stepping out for a bit. I'll be back within the hour."

"Understood."

After all the talking we'd done in the car yesterday, her sense of belonging toward me seemed to have sunk even deeper. Min Seoeun nodded with a firm, solid expression.

If no one had been around, I would have liked to stroke her hair once—a shame I couldn't.

Still. Not being able to pet Min Seoeun's head was a pity, but I could stroke Ju Harin's ass instead, so it wasn't a bad alternative.

No—not merely a decent alternative. You could call it the better outcome, really.

Not that Min Seoeun fell short of Ju Harin, of course. It's just that an ass is better than a head. Obviously.

Which meant that once I entered the small conference room, I had to manage my expression while waiting for Ju Harin.

About two minutes passed.

"…Hello."

"Come in."

"……."

Ju Harin closed the conference room door, pressed the In Meeting button of her own accord with a soft click, and sat down across from me. The moment she did, she let out a sigh so quiet it barely made a sound.

"What did you call me here for?"

"Well…."

…God, she really was insanely pretty.

A faint crease between her brows. Her head tipped just slightly down. Her lip caught lightly between her teeth. With only a few simple movements, Ju Harin looked like the heroine of a movie steeped in aching tenderness.

"Just say it already. I'm busy."

"It's just… I… I'd like to earn some promotion points."

"Promotion points?"

"…Yes."

I'd figured that was why she'd come, but hearing it out loud still made me wonder if something else had happened since last time.

I could ask about that gradually.

"You have to build up results to get points. I can't just hand them out when there's nothing there. Obviously."

"That's exactly it—I want to earn those results properly. Is there any kind of guide for what I need to do to build them up?"

"Just work hard at your job, Harin. That's what results are. What else would there be?"

What I was saying was, of course, the correct answer.

But Ju Harin already knew how to get special points—and she'd come all the way here to say it.

It was just a little hard to get the words out.

"…Assistant Manager."

"Yes."

"I—last time. Last time, here, you spa—spanked my ass."

"I did."

"Assistant Manager, when you were spa…spanking my ass, d-did you… did you like it?"

"Hm?"

"So, Assistant Manager… um… could I maybe get a few promotion points for letting you spank my ass?"

I'd been planning on that anyway, but I deliberately dragged it out in front of her, letting her heart pound.

My eyes stayed locked on her face the whole time.

Pretty. She was genuinely, ridiculously pretty.

She barely seemed to be wearing any makeup, and maybe that was why—the pure, deer-like quality unique to her face lent a particular flavor to everything ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she did.

The way she bit her lip. The way she squeezed her eyes shut. The way she let out a heavy sigh.

I took all of it in, then spoke.

"Did something happen?"

"Pardon?"

"I've always known you work hard and do a good job, Harin. But you suddenly saying you need to grab a few more promotion points makes me wonder if something came up."

"It's nothing like that. I just figured that if I start stacking promotion points steadily from now on, I might be able to move up faster."

"That's not wrong. All right. I'll do it your way, Harin."

Even after I agreed to give her what she wanted, Ju Harin's expression didn't ease at all.

Well, of course not.

From here on, she had to take a spanking from me. And if last time was anything to go by, she'd have to take her pants off too.

"So how should we do this. How many hits for how many points?"

"……."

On top of everything, this wasn't even like scolding a kid—she had to decide for herself how many she was going to take.

On my end, I was curious too about what number and what score she'd name.

Would she use ten hits as the baseline and ask for one point? Three? Five?

Depending on how many points she asked for, my attitude toward Ju Harin going forward would shift as well…

"…Ten hits. For one point."

"Ten hits for one point? For around ten, couldn't you take a little more than that?"

"Getting promotion points this way is already a kind of special favor, isn't it. Even just this is a little… you know. If I tried to take more points on top of that, it would feel kind of…."

"Got it. Face the wall like last time."

One point.

The fact that she was taking the smallest score available made me decide I'd treat Ju Harin with at least a little more courtesy from here on.

"You don't have to take the skirt off."

While Ju Harin slowly moved toward the wall, I lightly edited one of the Remarks attached to her.

Remark 2.

The line that said she liked it when I spanked her ass—I revised it as follows.

This one also had a slight connection to the disposition I intended to cultivate in Ju Harin, but likewise, it would need a little time before it fully took hold.

And today's situation—Ju Harin coming to find me first—would serve to shorten that time a bit.

First, I called her name lightly to check whether the Remark was working properly.

"Harin."

"Y-yes?!"

I'd called her the same as always, but she flinched—looked like it had startled her a little.

In that case.

"You don't need to take the skirt all the way off, but pull it up over your ass."

"What?"

"Were you planning to take the hits with the skirt still down, then?"

"Ah…."

The real reason I'd told her she didn't have to remove the skirt was simply that she was wearing one.

If she'd been in pants like last time, courtesy or no courtesy, I would have told her to take them off.

The reason, of course, came down to whether I could directly touch her soaked panties or not.

With pants, it was hard to see and hard to check. With a skirt, a rough tug upward was all it took to bare Ju Harin's white ass.

Depending on the person, that could be far ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠more humiliating than simply taking the pants off.

Conversely, someone else might feel less shame just from the fact that they still had something on.

Ju Harin seemed to fall into the latter category.

Ssshhk…

Standing facing the wall, she gingerly hiked up the skirt she was wearing and held it so it wouldn't slip back down over her ass.

Of course, knowing her personality, it probably wasn't purely the latter ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠reasoning. Factoring in that she had some grit, it might just as easily have been that either way made no difference, so she wanted to get it over with fast.

Either way.

Ssshhk—

"Nnh…."

Same as last time, I stood behind her, set my hand on her ass, and stroked it slowly.

In case she'd forgotten.

Ssssshhk…

The hand caressing her ass brushed past her hip, then climbed little by little.

Her back.

Her waist.

Her side.

And up to her chest.

Stroke, stroke, stroke—

"Kh…."

The touch on her chest must have driven the shame home properly—Ju Harin, hands planted against the wall, bit down on her lip.

"Harin."

"Yes?!"

"Why do you keep jumping like that."

"I-it's nothing…."

And yet every time she heard my voice, she flinched and twitched. The awkward little smile she put on made it clear she was trying to hide something, but I didn't bother poking at that part. I slowly brought my hand back down toward her ass.

"It's not anything else, Harin."

"Y-yes…."

"There's one thing I'd like to make absolutely clear."

"What is it?"

In the middle of all this, the second Remark I'd edited must have been getting to her—my voice itself seemed to grate. Ju Harin's brow twitched as she answered halfheartedly.

"You said it seemed like I enjoy spanking your ass. I don't know what kind of person you take me for, but that's not it."

That she liked having her ass spanked.

It was a thought that had appeared out of nowhere on Ju Harin's side—a one-sided assumption.

Since I'd been the one to bring up the spanking first, maybe she'd naturally connected that to me liking it. But the surface-level facts were as follows.

"It's not that I like spanking. Isn't it the opposite?"

"Th-the opposite of what?"

"Not that I like doing the spanking—it seems more like you like getting spanked, Harin."

"……."

I called it surface-level because it obviously wasn't true.

I was pretty sure I was going to end up liking spanking Ju Harin's ass… her side, I wasn't so sure about. Whether she actually had that kind of inclination or not.

"…N-no. What are you even talking about."

"Don't you remember last time? After I spanked you, you got wet."

"That's not—ha, no. Stop saying weird things and just finish already."

"Really not?"

"I've already said no several—"

But because of the second Remark I'd set on Ju Harin.

Poke—!

"Hieek—!"

Just a single jab against her pussy over the panties, and a sharp little moan burst from Ju Harin's mouth.

"What. I haven't even done anything yet and you're already soaked, Harin."

"That's not—I said it's not!"

"If it's not, then what is it? Look at this."

"……."

And when I pressed my fingers together and pulled them apart right in front of her eyes, showing her her own juices—

"Is that it? You got wet just from the thought of me spanking your ass?"

"……."

"Ah… well. People have inclinations and all that, so I'm not going to look at you weird over it. If anything, I've got some inclinations of my own."

"That's not…."

Slick, slick.

Watching her own fluids stretch into threads between my fingers and stick back together, Ju Harin's pupils wavered.

That was probably enough teasing.

"All right. It's not like I'm going to go around talking about you, Harin. We've wasted enough time on nonsense, so let's get started."

I moved the hand still faintly sticky with her juices back toward Ju Harin's ass.