The Strategy Guide Turned Perfect Gym Discipline
Han Somi set her hands on the desk without a word and thrust her hips toward me, presenting the part of a girl that is most lethal—the curve of her ass. The sight of a newly matured middle-school girl offering it so boldly was shockingly provocative. No wonder the perverts at our school had been born that way.
I felt it instinctively. This girl, Somi, carried real talent. I would have to remember that. My goal right now was to cultivate a sapling destined to grow into a magnificent tree of the future.
“Somi, you got eighteen strokes. Do it right from the start.”
“Yes.”
Somi answered without the slightest hesitation.
Ever since I had praised her, Somi had accepted my corporal punishment with even greater willingness.
She was supposed to feel shy about the compliments, yet secretly love them. In the story, though, Somi had rarely received praise. She was naturally self-sacrificing and well-mannered, so even great deeds passed without comment. Only her homeroom teacher Yang Hyejin or Somi herself had ever praised her.
As a result, the moment my words reached her, Somi’s ears flushed crimson. Perhaps the spanking she endured today owed more to her desire for my approval than to any noble intent toward me. Or maybe the two emotions had simply blended into one.
From my perspective, it was pure profit. I had acquired a perfect puppet who listened to every word. The easiest way to control students with smaller brains was to play their psyches like this.
Psychological Conditioning — Level Up
Absolute obedience and vulnerability implanted. No resistance possible.
Whir! Crack!
“Ugh…! One.”
The first strike was lighter than I had planned for Somi, but still powerful enough to make any middle-school girl flinch. Somi, however, took every blow in silence.
“Ten…! Eleven…!”
After the first stroke she did not utter a single cry. Her patience was staggering. Watching her steadfast eyes and the expression of deep resolve on Somi’s face made me realize just how unusual her endurance truly was. In the end Somi endured all eighteen strokes exactly as ordered.
“Eighteen…!”
A single tear slid from Somi’s eye. She forced her lips into a brave smile, the effort painfully visible. Now it was time for the reward.
I stroked Somi’s hair gently and said, “You did very well. Somi, you really cherish your friends. Going through all that trouble for them… I’m so proud of you.”
With my free hand I began to caress the red, stinging skin of her rear. The soft rubbing felt intimate, almost too much for a simple punishment. In the normal world this would have sent her straight to the nurse’s office.
“Ugh…! It’s just… I was only doing what a class rep should!”
The instant praise reached her, Somi’s pained expression melted away, replaced by the flushed, adoring face of a girl in love. Her eyes sparkled with the promise of a bright future. She was nothing like the pure, childlike Somi.
“Class Rep… I’m sorry.”
Somi gave me a sorrowful look and apologized from the side. If she had caused the class rep so much pain, she should have been the one apologizing. But Somi only nodded calmly.
“It’s fine. I did it because I wanted to.”
“But I… I made you do it…”
“I’m the class rep. Carrying my friend’s burden is only natural.”
In my opinion it was far from natural, but Somi had spoken with total sincerity. She really was a wonderful girl.
“Then, Somi, let me apply some ointment. If it swells too much you’ll be in trouble.”
“I’ll ask the nurse, Teacher.”
Somi raised her hand and gently touched her own stinging bottom. Her brows furrowed; the pain was clearly still there. I wanted to watch the crimson marks, but more than the sexual thrill I wanted to see that blush of shame on her face.
“A teacher who punishes should also be the one to treat. You don’t have to refuse.”
“Ah… I see…”
Somi nodded. Her obedience was perfect. The Common-Sense Alteration Talisman had taken full effect.
Was the sudden break in her mental barriers from the spanking, or had my sweet praise pierced her defenses? I wasn’t sure which, but one thing was certain—Somi had moved one step closer to me.
“Somi, you might be sore too, so wait a moment. I’ll treat you.”
“N-no! I’m fine! I only got two strokes!”
Somi tried to pull away. Of course I had no intention of honoring her refusal.
“Listen to me. If you swell too much it will be even worse. Look how obedient you are when you listen to your class rep.”
I flipped up Somi’s skirt. She gasped, then let my hands guide her. Somi turned her eyes away, but her voice trembled.
“I-I feel a bit… embarrassed…”
“What? You’re only letting me apply ointment. There’s nothing embarrassing about that.”
“B-but…”
Somi’s panties were crisp white and high quality, completely plain. A student’s panty—simple, nothing flashy. An adult eye would see modesty, but no middle-school girl would dare add style to hers.
I peeled the fabric down. Somi’s bottom was smooth and unblemished, like a ripe peach. Beneath the plush flesh I could just see the faintest hint of downy hair.
“It looks like it didn’t hurt much. Let me put on some ointment.”
“Y-yes…”
If I searched too closely I might notice something odd. I set the irritation aside and smeared the ointment across her skin. Using the same gentle circular motion I would use on sunscreen, I worked the cool cream into every curve until her bottom glowed faintly.
“Ugh…! Ahh…!”
Somi’s moans were shameless—half pain, half pleasure. I took my time, spreading the ointment evenly, massaging every inch of her soft skin. Fresh girl’s skin, smoother than silk and firmer than silk, the skin of a girl still in the flower of youth. Age is the real power.
“Ugh…!”
After I had finished, I pulled her panties back up, lowered her skirt, and gave her bottom one final, firm pat.
“Good girl. You were so well-behaved. You really are a proper class rep.”
“Hehe. Really?”
Somi’s smile was soft and radiant. She was weak to praise. Now it was Somi’s turn.
I tapped the desk in front of her. It was a signal. She hesitated.
“I-I’m not hurt at all…”
“Then I’ll check for myself. It’s nothing to be shy about. You wouldn’t hesitate in front of a doctor or a nurse either?”
Somi had no choice but to step forward. Just like before, she placed her hands on the desk and offered her bottom slightly backward.
I lifted her skirt. Somi wore little-girl strawberry-patterned panties—still the kind an elementary-school student might wear.
“Ugh! I told you I don’t want this because of the panties!”
She mumbled, cheeks burning. Somi covered her mouth and held her breath, fighting back laughter.
In the original story Somi’s panties never appeared, yet here they were—adorable, pure, and unmistakably childish. If Chae Mira’s panties had been chosen at a fancy lingerie shop, these were clearly the leftover set Somi’s mother had bought at a discount store.
“Cute panties.”
“A-are you laughing at me?!”
“No, I’m serious. You look adorable in them. Student-appropriate.”
Somi looked utterly unconsoled. I didn’t care. I peeled the panties down anyway.
Unlike Somi, Chae Mira’s bottom was completely clean. Of course—only two strokes.
Still, I applied generous amounts of ointment, not just to soothe pain but to tease. Her bottom was softer and more pliable than Chae Mira’s, yet it carried the promise of future growth. An ass worthy of the original protagonist’s praise.
After treating both girls I sent them home. I made sure to tell them to come back tomorrow. To Somi’s complaining face I explained each point in detail.
“Somi, you still haven’t received proper punishment. Did you really think you could just dump everything on the class rep?”
“I-I didn’t dump anything!”
Both girls returned home. Judging by their expressions, tomorrow was going to be anything but boring.
—*—*
Human mental barriers are far thinner than we imagine. It takes only one crack to let the rot in.
I called Somi and Chae Mira every single day. Being the Guidance Director gave me endless excuses.
The punishment level grew stricter each day, and both girls slowly adapted. The Common-Sense Alteration Talisman made it effortless.
At first they endured smacks over their skirts. Then over their panties. Then directly on bare skin. Eventually they accepted hard palm strikes to the bottom itself. Even for elementary students this was extreme, yet they accepted it without complaint.
“Hmm. It’s getting harder, but they’re still complaining.”
But Somi’s chronic tardiness remained untouched. The Shadow World monsters were the culprit. Chae Mira was quietly displeased as well.
In the original story Chae Mira would have been Somi’s steadfast supporter, helping her at every turn. Now, in Chae Mira’s heart, her number-one priority was me. The effort she put into the conditioning through spanking and reward had paid off beautifully.
“Somi, the gym teacher is right. You promised you wouldn’t be late. How many times did I tell you? Today you were late again.”
“Uuu… Class Rep… I’m sorry…”
“You should apologize to the teacher. She took the time to educate us, and you still came late.”
Chae Mira had completely switched—now she was teaching Somi in the role of mentor, not student. It was probably because of me.
“I’m sorry, Teacher. Uuu…”
Somi bowed her head respectfully. I gave her a bored look and added, “You seem to have forgotten how to apologize properly. For someone who’s apologizing, your clothes are still too thick. In a normal society you’d already be naked.”
“Ah… I’m sorry.”
Somi stripped with desperate haste, still bowing.
I smiled coldly. The hints had finally landed. I had her completely now.
By the way, Chae Mira had already been mine for several days. She stripped along with Somi. Chae Mira folded her clothes neatly and set them aside. Somi, on the other hand, tossed hers aside like a drunk.
“Chae Mira, Somi seems to have forgotten how to undress. Why don’t you teach her?”
“Yes!”
Chae Mira nodded and stepped forward. She slapped Somi’s bottom hard with her palm.
“Ouch!”
“That’s not how a grown girl acts. You’re a middle-schooler now.”
“Ugh…! I’m sorry, Class Rep…”
Chae Mira was now the official class rep, so her tone toward Somi had grown even stricter.
She made Somi kneel and showed her exactly how to fold clothes. Chae Mira folded them with the precision of a housewife who had never missed a single meal. I mentally ranked Chae Mira as my personal maid.
After both girls folded their clothes neatly, they bowed and apologized. I ran my huge palm across their bottoms, comparing texture. Chae Mira’s was firm and perky; Somi’s was softer and more yielding. Different flavors—neither could claim superiority.
Creak.
The Guidance Office door opened. The visitor was someone I had summoned in advance—Art teacher Chae Mira and Music teacher Ahn Seonmi.
They stepped inside and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, began to undress. Staying fully clothed in the Guidance Office was no longer an option for them.
“We’re here.”
“Oh my. What are these two doing? Are they some kind of new pervert gadget?”
At the word “pervert gadget,” both Somi and Chae Mira flinched. I waved my hand.
“Pervert gadget? Come on, Somi, Chae Mira. Teacher has some work to do. While you’re at it, why don’t you give yourselves a little relief?”
“Yes. Understood.”
Chae Mira, already trained, naturally pulled a small vibrator from her bag and carried it to me.