The Price of Reflection
"Do you know what's going to happen now, Nina?"
"Y-yes..."
My voice barely came out, strangled by the sheer intensity of my nerves.
"Good. Then, why don't you explain to me exactly what you're about to endure?"
"That is... well..."
"WHACK!"
"Hyaaa...?!?"
The moment I hesitated, Yuna brought the paddle down hard against my backside. It didn't feel like she had used her full strength, but the shock of the impact rippled through my skin and seemed to vibrate deep into my gut. Before I could even process the sting, Yuna spoke with cold, relentless authority.
"Go on. Speak."
"I am... receiving... a punishment... from Yuna, my Master..."
"What kind of punishment?"
"I am... being spanked... on my buttocks... by my Master..."
"And how are you being spanked?"
"Lying prone... on the table... with my hands bound... by my... my Master..."
"Hmm. Do you know why you're being punished?"
"Because of me... Master was late for her lecture... so..."
"WHACK!"
"Hrk...?!"
"That's not the only reason. If you had shown proper remorse and apologized sincerely, I wouldn't have had to go this far."
Yuna’s tone was playful, almost teasing, but I was too dazed by the throbbing in my rear to even think of a retort. The impact had left my mind completely blank.
"Now, try saying it again."
"Ah... ugh... because of me... Master was late... and I... failed to show proper remorse..."
"Good girl."
Yuna rubbed the paddle against my stinging skin as she spoke. "So, how many hits do you want?"
My mind went white. My heart screamed to ask for as few as possible, but I was terrified that if I did, Yuna would only get angrier.
"T-ten...?"
"WHACK!"
"Hyaaa... I'm sorry..."
"Hmm... I thought ten would be enough for a lack of remorse, but you've committed far too many sins today."
"What do you mean..."
"Heh, have you forgotten already? Talking to me informally earlier, not answering when I gave you an order, failing to call me Master... my, the list is already quite long."
"Ugh... ah... I'm sorry... Master."
As Yuna continued to stroke my buttocks with the paddle, a wave of pure dread washed over me. Instinctively, I wanted to lower my raised hips, but Yuna used the paddle to press them back up, leaving me no room to escape.
"If we add it all up, it’s probably around a hundred hits. But since you apologized properly, I’ll cut it in half."
"Ugh... thank you..."
There wasn't a single thing in this situation to be grateful for, yet the words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them.
"Alright, let's begin. Count properly with every hit. If you mess up, we start from the beginning."
"Yes..."
"WHACK!"
"One..."
"WHACK!"
"Tw... two..."
"WHACK!"
"Three..."
"WHACK!"
"Four...!!"
"WHACK!"
"Fi... five... ugh..."
...
"WHACK!"
"...Twenty... hng..."
Honestly, I had been careless before the real punishment started. I never imagined Yuna would hit me with such genuine intent. The pain didn't fade with each strike; it only intensified. Bound by the handcuffs, unable to offer even a shred of resistance, all I could do was sob quietly and count the numbers.
I clenched my fists so tightly to stifle my moans that I felt a sharp, stinging pain—perhaps my nails had dug into my palms.
"Whew. Shall we take a short break?"
"Ha... ugh..."
I had almost no memory of ever crying in my life, but by the time we passed ten hits, I wasn't just sniffling—I was weeping. I had a fleeting, stray thought about whether this was just part of being a girl now, but that thought vanished the moment Yuna spoke.
"We haven't even reached halfway, and you're already crying?"
"Hng... please... no more..."
The plea came from the very bottom of my heart.
"Hmm, but I can't just end it here..."
"How about this!"
Yuna continued as if she’d had a brilliant idea. "Spanking with a paddle lacks a certain... tactile satisfaction. I'll switch to my bare hands instead. It won't hurt as much as the paddle."
It was true; bare hands sounded much more bearable than that wooden instrument.
"But, you have to pull your panties down. I'll hit your bare skin. That's fine, right?"
"How could I..."
"Heh, you don't want to? If you don't, we can just continue with the paddle."
As Yuna brought the paddle back toward my rear, I panicked and shook my head frantically.
"Bare hands... p-please..."
"Good."
Yuna slowly pulled down my panties. As she lowered them just enough to expose my buttocks, I felt the cool air hit my burning skin.
"Heh, you look like a monkey. You're completely red."
"..."
I was too embarrassed to even react.
"WHACK!"
"Hiyaaa?!"
The sensation was different, and I let out another strange sound. While the impact itself was much weaker than the paddle, the skin-on-skin contact caused a sharp, stinging pain that felt unbearable on my already sensitized skin.
"... Twenty... one..."
I barely managed to pull myself together to continue the count. She had said if I messed up, we’d start over. That was an outcome I absolutely could not allow.
"WHACK!"
"Twenty... two..."
"WHACK!"
"Twenty... three... haa..."
"WHACK!"
"Hya... twenty... four... ugh..."
...
"WHACK!"
"Thirty... ugh..."
"Whew."
Yuna let out a sigh as if she were tired, and stopped. The cushion my face was pressed into was already soaked with tears, snot, and drool. I felt a surge of resentment—I was in this pathetic state, yet she was complaining about being tired after only that much?
"There are still twenty left, but what to do... my palm is starting to hurt."
"Ugh..."
"It's getting a bit boring to keep going like this... let's finish the rest later."
"Finish... later?"
I had been secretly relieved thinking it was over, but hearing that was infinitely better than taking the remaining twenty hits right now, so I accepted it quietly.
"Whew. Shall we take a bath together?"
Yuna hummed a tune as she unlocked my handcuffs.
...
As I undressed, I checked my buttocks in the mirror. Despite the intense pain, there were no real injuries—just a deep, angry red. My wrists, however, bore clear, vivid marks from the handcuffs, likely from how hard I’d been clenching my hands behind my back.
I stared at my reflection. I still hadn't fully adjusted to this body. Pale skin, slender limbs, long, straight hair. And, most importantly, a face that was undeniably, strikingly cute. Though I was petite and delicate, my legs looked surprisingly long. And... well, I had breasts, too—certainly smaller than Yuna's, but they were there.
"Haa..."
Even though I was naked, the dog collar I was forced to wear by Yuna's order felt like a heavy weight around my neck. The mental strain of suddenly becoming such a beautiful girl was immense, but there was something that tormented my sanity even more: my relationship with Yuna.
When I first transformed, I had panicked and begged Yuna for help. And somehow... I had ended up as her possession.
"Come on, let's go in."
Yuna took my hand and led me. I had been trying to cover my body with my arms, but being dragged into the bathroom by Yuna made all my efforts futile.
...
"Hm? Nina, why aren't you washing?"
"... Um..."
While Yuna sat down and started showering, I stood blankly behind her, covering my body with my arms. It was embarrassing enough to show my body to Yuna... but watching Yuna's body was just as mortifying. She seemed to have completely forgotten that I used to be a boy, exposing everything without a hint of hesitation.
"Honestly, Nina, you're such a spoiled brat."
Yuna pulled me to sit beside her. She sprayed me with the showerhead and took the washcloth she had been using, pressing it against my body.
"W-wait, I can do it myself..."
"No. You always rush through your shower and run out first, Nina."
"..."
She was right. Every time I showered with her, I felt so uncomfortable and embarrassed that I would run away like a coward. But it seemed today, Yuna had no intention of letting me off so easily.
"Hehehe, come here, Nina!"
"Hgyaa?!"
Yuna began to scrub me mercilessly with the washcloth. She breezed past other areas, but naturally, she began to obsessively rub my breasts.
"Stop... it tickles...!"
"Stay still. That's an order."
"Ugh..."
At the single word "order," I lowered the arms I had been using to shield my chest. Unlike before, she was slow, thorough, and persistent in her assault on my breasts.
"Hnn..."
I dropped my head to avoid making any more strange sounds, and Yuna's own breasts came into my field of vision. She was so well-endowed. They were definitely much larger than mine. Every time she rubbed my chest, hers swayed rhythmically. My heart was a mess of conflicting emotions—the thrill of seeing Yuna's body mixed with the shame of being teased by her, leaving me on the verge of losing my mind.
"Now, for the next part... hehehe."
Just then, Yuna moved the washcloth slowly down to my thighs, and her hand began to drift between my legs.
"?!"
I was so startled I scrambled backward, slipping off the bath stool. I reflexively braced myself on the floor with both hands, spreading my legs and naturally exposing everything to Yuna.
"H-hiyaaaak!"
That I would make such a girlish sound... I was shocked at myself. I had shown her my naked body countless times while bathing, but I had never spread my legs like this, showing her everything so completely.
When I finally regained my senses, I was huddled in the corner, pulling my limbs in as tight as I could to cover myself, looking up at Yuna.
"Nina, you're reacting like that over just this..."
As Yuna approached, I squeezed my eyes shut without thinking.
"Haa... fine. Wash up slowly and come out."
Seeing my reaction, Yuna seemed to lose interest, quickly rinsing off the soap and leaving the bathroom. I was the one who had been teased, yet for some reason, I felt a strange sense of guilt toward her.