Her Punishment
"Haa... Fine. Let's see how long unnie can keep crying. Cry it all out, then take your punishment."
Then she pulled out a chair and settled herself in front of me.
Her offer to wait until I finished crying was a death sentence and a stay of execution all at once. If the tears stopped, her punishment would fall. But if I never stopped crying, I might never have to take it at all.
It wasn't that she was weak to tears. She wasn't the type to be swayed by such cheap sentiment.
It was simply that she liked watching me cry.
Plenty of people adored the sight of a pretty girl in tears — enough that no one even classified it as a fetish. She belonged to that category.
So the real meaning behind her words was that she wanted to enjoy my crying and punish me afterward.
...She really was greedy.
Knowing all of this, I had only one reason not to stop the tears. The faint hope that if she enjoyed the sight of me crying enough to be satisfied, she might ease up on the punishment even a little.
"Hic... ngh... huuuh..."
The problem was that the moment I thought I had to force the tears out, they stopped coming. It was like that inexplicable discomfort that hits the instant you become conscious of some trivial action. The second I treated my naturally flowing tears as a performance I had to deliver, they dried up.
"H-ngh... hic..."
"Done crying, unnie?"
I buried my face in the blanket and tried to fake it, desperate to hide the truth, but fooling someone who knew my body better than I did was never going to work.
"N-no... hic. I-I'm not done yet... ngh."
"Mm. Unnie. You can cry the rest while you take your punishment."
"Khh—!"
She grabbed me by the hair and hauled me up like a prize from a claw machine. My head, which had been buried in the blanket, came up without a shred of resistance. With her other hand she ripped away the mask covering my mouth, then spoke.
"Open your mouth, unnie."
Resistance wasn't even a dream I could entertain. The resentment filling her eyes had a way of crushing a person's spirit from the first second.
I opened my mouth, and her tongue pushed inside. It was a violent kiss, the kind that told me exactly how she felt — so rough it felt like my tongue might get sucked straight into her mouth. My body started moving on its own, beyond anything I was conscious of. I lifted both arms and offered her the smooth, bare skin of my underarms.
It was only when I saw the pleased curve of her eyebrows that I realized what I was doing.
She kept kissing me as one hand slowly stripped my clothes away. Cap, sunglasses, suit, pants, socks — every layer that had been covering me vanished, and before I knew it I was naked. But because of her kiss, I didn't even register that I was bare. That was how good she was at it. Good enough that it felt pleasant even without love.
"...Unnie. Your pussy's wet."
"...Because it felt good."
So I wasn't ashamed. This was a physiological response. If a sexual act felt good, getting wet was only natural. My admission seemed to please her a little, but not nearly enough to turn her mood around.
"Why is it that unnie only ever says such pretty things right before a punishment?"
She started preparing for the punishment in earnest, ducking her head under the bed and pulling something out. What she produced was a long metal spreader bar that could be freely extended or shortened, with two pairs of cuff-like restraints attached at the ends. It looked designed to bind arms and ankles at the same time.
"On your stomach, unnie."
I had no thought of resisting at this point. I obediently turned over and lay face-down, ass pointed at the ceiling, just as she'd said.
"I didn't say just lie there, unnie. Arch your back. You remember the pose, don't you? From when unnie came out to greet me with that pussy of yours."
How could I forget? That had been the first time in my life I'd felt shame that terrible. The thought of assuming that pose again made me dizzy, my mind going faint.
"Get into position."
Poke, poke. Her fingertips prodded my ass, and I arched my back, lifting my hips.
"And you have to spread your pussy with your hands."
I reached back as she'd instructed, trying to grab what I thought were my outer lips and spread them —
"Nngh... hah... I-I can't..."
My body was so wet it was almost absurd. My outer lips were soaked and slick, my muscle strength sat well below the adult average, and my already-troubled wrists left me so feeble I couldn't even manage this simple motion on my own.
"Ah... aah... I can't get a grip..."
I kept trying, but all I managed was a slip, slip — grab and lose, grab and lose. I couldn't see from my facedown position, but I heard her stifling a laugh.
She could see me right now: ass twitching as I struggled to grab my own pussy lips. It must have been a truly pathetic, wretched sight. I was so ashamed I wanted to die.
I finally gave up on grabbing my outer lips and just spread my legs wide, hoping that would be enough. I could feel a bead of slick hanging from my crotch, stretching into a thread.
"...I genuinely cannot understand you, unnie. With a body this pathetic — one that can't even spread its own pussy — why do you keep getting on my nerves?"
"I-I'm sorry..."
She swiped the strand of slick off me with her fingers and sucked it down with a wet slurp. Then, apparently wanting my spread legs locked firmly in place, she threaded the ends of that metal restraint bar between my ankles. She grabbed my arms next, pulling them back toward my already-bound ankles, and locked my wrists into the extra cuffs attached there.
And so I — already incapable of doing anything on my own — reached the absolute peak of helplessness. That was when her venom started.
"You can barely walk on your own. You don't even have the strength to hold a spoon, whimpering over it. And now you can't even spread your own pussy. What, are you going to ask me to spread that for you too? Tell me, unnie — what are you actually good at? Crying?"
"N-nothing. Huuuh..."
Tears spilled from my eyes again, soaking the blanket. I already knew I was incompetent and pathetic, but hearing it from someone else's mouth was a different kind of wound. What little self-esteem I had left punched through the floor and kept falling.
"I'll say it again. Even if unnie left this place, there's nothing you could do. You think a body that can't even spread its own pussy could sell itself? I guarantee you — even a brothel wouldn't take you."
"Hnghh, huaaang..."
After a long stretch of venom, she grabbed my slick, soaked outer lips, spread them apart, and buried her nose in me, inhaling. The same lips I'd struggled so hard to spread, she opened with effortless ease. She handled my body so lightly it almost didn't seem right.
"Haa... but don't worry too much. The reason I get angry is because I love you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't even bother getting mad. Unnie just needs to stay in my arms, eat only what I give you, see only what I show you, and live exactly the way I tell you to. Understand?"
"Nnh... huuh... yeah..."
"This look suits unnie best. Firmly obedient. Helplessly submissive. Haa... your pussy smells so good..."
Rapture colored her voice. Her obsession with me only kept growing.
She pulled her nose away from my pussy and grabbed my hair again, yanking my head up. Pain shot through my neck as it was forced back, tears spilling — and at the same time, my vision went black. Not a figure of speech. It actually went black. I couldn't see a thing. She'd put a blindfold over my eyes.
"Huuuh... why... why...? I-I can't see anything... n-no... t-take it off... hic."
I already couldn't move a muscle, and now with a blindfold over my eyes, the fear that hit me was beyond anything I could have imagined.
A thin stream of piss leaked out of me. Wetting myself was a given. My thoughts themselves stopped working. My stomach churned and my head spun. I was dizzy and nauseous, like I was going to throw up.
"Unnie keeps crying and it hurts my heart too much, so I decided to just cover your eyes."
"I-I won't cry. I won't cry, so please... p-please take this off... huaaang... please..."
"You say you won't cry and then you cry again. That's fine, unnie. Crying is the only thing you can do, so go ahead and cry plenty. Because now the real punishment starts."
"H-huuh... th-this isn't the punishment...?"
Hadn't terrifying me like this been the punishment? That thunderbolt of a statement snapped me wide awake.
"...Of course the punishment hasn't even started yet, unnie. The punishment is..."
The instant her words ended, a vicious whoosh cut through the air. A sound that was nothing short of savage. Instinctively, I clenched my ass.
CRACK!
"This is it, unnie."
"Kh—huuuuuh!"
Even with every muscle clenched, my body jerked and thrashed like a live fish just hauled from the water. Intense pain tore through my skull. I'd never been hit like this before, which only made the pain feel more alien.