3. First Day of Probation - 8, New Home, New Housemate
— Pitter-patter-patter~~!
A beauty with long, straight hair came rushing in. The woman wore skinny jeans and a white blouse, and she was beautiful enough to pass for a celebrity — high nose bridge, slender jaw, and big, expressive eyes. The instant she saw me sitting there, she dropped the bag she was carrying, sank to her knees on the floor, and bowed her head.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to go out—"
"Shut your mouth, you bitch. Walking out of the house on the very day Juhan-nim arrives. You've completely lost your mind."
Words I never thought I'd hear from Dana came out of her mouth, and I could only stare at her in shock.
"Um... Dana? It's not even that late, though..."
"Let me say this once more: it is the Omniscients who keep this company running. We live by sharing in the wealth their abilities generate. Serving the Omniscients therefore always comes first, and neglecting that duty is unthinkable. This is a matter of the company's very survival."
At some point Songah had climbed down from the sofa as well and was kneeling with her head bowed.
Part of me wondered whether a brief outing really warranted all this, but Dana's expression and her tone made it plain there was no compromising on this point, so I nodded and asked, "So it's non-negotiable, and if I don't do it, someone else will step in. You said she's assigned to me, so I might as well handle it myself. Then how should the punishment go?"
"First, we would send her for retraining—"
"No! Please, anything but retraining. Not that! I'll do anything you ask—"
As Dana was speaking, Jiyeon lifted her head and cut in. Dana's voice turned razor-sharp again in an instant.
"Shut it! You're the one at fault here — where do you get off butting in?"
Jiyeon couldn't finish and lowered her head once more. I wondered what this "retraining" could possibly be to draw such a reaction, and asked Dana about it.
"What exactly is this retraining?"
"To become B-Class or S-Class, you must complete training at the company's academy. You learn all sorts of things, but the heart of the curriculum is training in how to serve the Omniscients. The people at the academy take immense pride in their work.
"So when someone who has already graduated is sent back for more, they train her far more harshly. To them, it means they turned out a defective product the first time around.
"I've never been through retraining myself, but I wouldn't want to repeat the ordinary training, let alone the harsher version — I'd rather not even imagine it. Everyone who's come back from it says the same thing: they'd rather die than go again."
While Dana spoke, Jiyeon raised her head just enough to look at me, shaking it side to side over and over.
Watching her, Dana gave a little snort.
"According to her records, Jiyeon has actually been through retraining before. It was a short stint — about three days."
My throat had gone dry listening to all this, and when I lifted my cup for a drink, it was nearly empty. I held it out toward Songah.
"Songah, could you get me some more water?"
"Huh? Oh — yes, right away!"
Songah, who had been watching Jiyeon, jumped at my voice. But one look at the empty cup and she understood, took it from me with both hands, and rose to her feet. The sight of her huge breasts swaying as she stood did a great deal to settle my nerves.
— Jingle~ jingle~
I watched her for a moment as she headed for the kitchen, bell chiming and tail swaying, then turned my attention back to Dana.
"Are there other punishments?"
"There are financial ones as well — pay cuts, reductions in allowances and support."
This time, too, Jiyeon shook her head side to side at Dana's words. Apparently that wasn't it either. Accepting the refilled cup from Songah, I asked:
"What else is there?"
"Beyond that, there is also corporal punishment."
I nearly sprayed my mouthful of water across the room.
"Khhk! Corporal punishment? You mean actually hitting her?"
Corporal punishment. The idea of striking a full-grown adult for a mistake was something I'd never even imagined.
"It doesn't have to be striking — penalties can be assigned instead — but usually the punishment is delivered in proportion to the offense."
I was stunned, but this time Jiyeon's head didn't shake at all. If anything, she seemed to prefer taking it with her body.
Scratching my head, I spoke up. "Then let's go with corporal punishment. Hmm — so how does it work?"
"There are many areas you may strike. The palms, the soles, the calves, the thighs, the buttocks, the breasts, the cheeks, the head, the nipples, the pussy, the clit — you simply choose whichever you prefer."
The list seemed to grow less and less normal as it went on. While I was still deliberating, I noticed Jiyeon gently pressing her left hand against her own backside.
"The butt, then. So who does the hitting, and how? Don't tell me it's you, Dana?"
"The authority to administer corporal punishment belongs to the Omniscients alone. Most carry it out personally, but if an Omniscient so orders, another may act in their place. Shall I do it?"
At Dana's answer, Jiyeon's head gave another small shake side to side. Without a word, the girl made her wishes perfectly clear.
"No, I'll do it myself. What do I hit her with?"
At my question, Dana looked over toward Songah. "The implements are stocked, aren't they? Juhan-nim has no experience yet, so bring one of each kind."
"Yep!"
Songah answered instantly and got up. Every implement I'd ever seen in BDSM fiction flashed through my mind. To think this house kept such things on hand — not just one or two, but a full set of every variety — I was clearly still a long way from adjusting to this life. As I imagined what might come out of that kitchen, Jiyeon softly raised her head.
"Um..."
"Your mouth again! Why, you—"
The moment Jiyeon's voice rang out, Dana's rose to match it. I lifted my left hand and cut in.
"Hold on a second, Dana. Jiyeon — is there something you want to say?"
"I am truly sorry. So that today's mistake is carved deep into my body and I never commit it again — would it be all right for you to punish me directly with your own hand, Juhan-nim?"
"Why, you little schemer—"
Reining Dana in as she flared up again, I smiled.
"I'll use my hand. That seems best. You just mean a bare hand, right?"
"Tch! Then you had better do it properly. Songah~ you can leave the implements!"
"Huh? Okaay~"
Dana shouted toward the direction Songah had vanished, and the answer drifted back from far away. Dana glanced at me, then turned to Jiyeon, who was wearing the faintest of smiles.
"What are you doing? Get ready!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
At the word ready, Jiyeon stood and pulled off her white blouse. Beneath it was a white camisole, which she stripped off in a single motion and laid on the floor. With the camisole gone, a white bra appeared, trimmed with an abundance of lace. All that lace left plenty showing through, but of the underwear I'd seen lately, it was the closest thing to ordinary.
Then she started on her jeans. They were so tight that she had to sink down to the floor and peel them off one leg at a time, like shedding a skin. The panties beneath matched the bra — the same design, it seemed, with the back panel done entirely in lace.
Unlike Songah, Jiyeon had a slender figure. It wasn't that she had no chest, but it couldn't be called especially large. Her waist, however, was remarkably narrow, and the curves it created made her bust and hips look fuller by comparison — that kind of body.
While Jiyeon was still grunting her way out of her jeans, Songah returned and took her place behind Dana. Having finally freed herself, Jiyeon left the inside-out jeans where they lay, stood back up, and slid her panties down as well. As they came down, a neatly trimmed patch of hair came into view above her mound. Her sex itself was smooth, and the way her pussy stayed tightly shut was striking. She set the panties on top of the discarded jeans, then snapped into a formal stance.
"Now, bend over."
At Dana's words, Jiyeon approached me slowly.
"Pardon me for a moment, O-nim."
Then, carefully lifting my hand from her knee with her own, she draped herself across my lap — head to my left, legs to my right. Her lower belly came to rest on my left thigh, her backside poised over my right. A college student wearing nothing but a bra lay naked across my thighs, asking to have her bottom punished. At some point Dana had risen and was standing beside the table, looking down at us.
"Jiyeon came in fifteen minutes after you arrived, Juhan-nim, so fifteen strokes seems fitting."
"Ah. Right. Fifteen... Let's make it fifteen. Are you all right with that, Jiyeon?"
"I will receive them gratefully."
Bringing my hand down on the bare backside of a woman I'd met only today — a college student more than ten years my junior — was not something I could do without hesitation. After a moment's pause, I carefully laid my left hand on Jiyeon's back and raised my right. Dana was watching me with a stony expression. I could feel the silent pressure radiating off her: go easy, and you'll answer for it.
I put my strength into my right hand and brought it down on the springy flesh beneath it.
— Smack~!
"Ahh~ One. I'm sorry for failing to welcome you, O-nim."
Even as she cried out at the impact, Jiyeon called out the count and her offense. Dana and Songah looked on as if this were only natural — apparently she'd been trained for this, too.
But more than anything, I liked the way the quake of her backside traveled up into my palm. It was like slapping an enormous jelly. That was how bouncy Jiyeon's butt was.
I savored the lingering sensation for a moment, then felt eyes on me and raised my hand again.
— Craaack~~
"Nghaah~ Two. I was wrong to go out without a thought for the day of your arrival, O-nim."
After only two strokes, Jiyeon's right cheek was already flushing red. Feeling guilty, I aimed the third at her left instead.
— Whap~!
"Aahh! Three. I'm sorry for failing to prepare to receive you, O-nim."
Because her left side was pressed against my body, the swing landed a little lower than intended. It seemed to have come down softer, so I stole a glance at Dana. She spoke as though she'd been waiting for exactly that.
"If your hand hurts, or striking her this way is uncomfortable, you may switch to a paddle at any time."
I turned my head to find Jiyeon looking up at me, her big eyes pleading: please, don't. Something about that look made me want to torment her all the more.
"I'm fine. This is more fun than I expected."
With that, I put my whole strength into my right hand and brought it down on Jiyeon's right cheek.
— CRAAACK~!!!
A crack far louder than any before it rang through the spacious living room.
"Kyaa~ it really, really hurts! Aahh. Four. I'm sorry for leaving without your permission, O-nim~."
Jiyeon's voice climbed into the high registers at the same time. Twisting her body, she slipped a hand down and gently rubbed her reddened cheek.
"Fix your position."
"Eeeng~ but it really hurts."
At Dana's flat command, Jiyeon grumbled under her breath and moved her hand back up. I could feel my cock thickening. All that bare skin squirming against my pants while she whimpered about the pain — of course I was getting hard.
— Craaack~~!!
"Ahh~~ Five. Aahn~ I will serve you faithfully from now on, O-nim. Aah~ it hurts."
Jiyeon kept saying it hurt, but the feel of her under my palm and the way she reacted only made me swing harder. Her right cheek had already turned the deep red of a ripened peach. I nudged her outward a little to make room, then this time struck her left cheek.
— Smack~~!!
"Heeek~ Aahh. Six. It will never happen again. Eeeng~"
Somewhere in the rhythm of it, I'd stopped thinking about Dana and Songah watching and lost myself in the way her ass shuddered under my hand. Before I knew it, my cock had swollen to its limit inside my pants.
I'm turning into a complete pervert myself.
With that thought, I raised my right hand high above my head and brought it whistling down on Jiyeon's left cheek.
— CRAAACK!!!
"Ahh. Aahh. Seven. I will always put you first, O-nim."
Unlike the pauses at the start, my tempo kept building. Jiyeon buried her face in her hands against the sofa, shaking her head hard with every stroke.
— Craaack~!!
"Kyaa. Aah~ Eight. I will never forget that everything I am belongs to you, O-nim."
...
— Craaack~!!!
"Nghaah. Aaahh. Fourteen. I will do anything for you, O-nim."
Both of Jiyeon's cheeks were scarlet now, all the more vivid against her pale skin. Every stroke made her body writhe and stimulated the head of my cock, so my erection stayed straining at full swell.
As I raised my hand for the last one, I found myself, oddly, reluctant for it to end. I'd meant to strike whichever side was less red, but by then they were evenly colored, so the final stroke landed right between both cheeks.
— SCHWAAACK!!!!
"Aahh. Fifteen. Thank you for punishing me. I will never forget this lesson. Aaahhn~"