Song Jiwon's Extreme Spanking Craving
Mingyu's footsteps toward the changing room came to a halt. From the shadows, sliding out as if stepping onto a stage, a familiar voice tickled his ears.
"Tada~~!"
The quiet swimming pool deck. As if she had been there all along, Aran appeared naturally in front of Mingyu, twisting her half-wet hair with one hand. Mischief filled her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were already curled as though she knew everything.
"Hmm... A master shouldn't waver so easily."
She approached Mingyu and leaned in slightly. Her damp breath brushed against his ear, and the voice that followed was so soft it only made it more dangerous.
"Think about it... Sis has a husband and a home to return to..."
Whispering close to his ear, Aran playfully poked the tip of Mingyu's nose with her finger.
"But... our Mingyu...? He only has Sis... right?"
Those words were affectionate yet merciless. Mingyu silently lowered his gaze, but Aran didn't stop.
"Mingyu is single, right? Sis has a husband... and you too..."
She deliberately emphasized "and you too," then winked with one eye and continued with a seductive smile.
"But if the master Mingyu only has Sis... isn't that a bit unfair~?"
Her gaze, chin slightly lifted, slowly met Mingyu's eyes.
"And... wouldn't the bitch get jealous...? Hehe, I wouldn't know though..."
Shrugging lightly, Aran turned as if moving behind Mingyu and gave his butt two light taps. It felt like she was checking something, almost cute.
"The whip I gave you... it's still there, right?"
The whisper brushed past like a tickle. She walked back toward the deck, her toes splashing lightly over the wet tiles. Beyond that retreating figure, she glanced back once and winked.
"The master... needs to be more capable. Got it?"
Then, as if nothing had happened, she headed toward the parasols at the edge of the outdoor pool.
On his way home, Mingyu found Aran's words circling in his mind. She had a home to return to. Even a husband who loved her waited there. On top of all that, she still embraced Mingyu. Meanwhile, he himself was being scolded and placed in an unfair situation just for talking to a woman. The more he thought about it, the further his emotions stretched.
At that moment, his mind strangely cleared. I am the master. She is my bitch. An existence meant to submit. So why should he be treated like a sinner? The corner of his lips quietly twisted. Something had to change. He needed to return to his original position.
Thinking that, Mingyu slowly climbed the stairs to his one-room apartment. He grabbed the cold doorknob and quietly opened the door. In the lit corner of the living room, a small shadow carefully approached.
"You're back... Master..."
Song Jiwon greeted him with her hands clasped, her expression calmer than usual, yet her eyes tangled with anxiety and guilt. Like a child caught misbehaving, her voice was small and her gaze downcast, as if waiting for punishment after making a mess.
She was probably still bothered by how blatantly she had shown her emotions at the pool earlier. Her eyes seemed to crave both an apology and punishment. Mingyu walked past her and pulled out the slipper whip hidden under the bed. At the end of the slender rod was a small leather striking plate, folded in two layers, ready to deliver sharp taps.
Mingyu swung the whip through the air. Whoosh, whoosh—short, sharp sounds cut twice. Without even looking at her, he spoke slowly.
"Get on the bed. Take everything off and lie face down."
Song Jiwon stared blankly at the whip. With a flustered expression, she carefully asked, "Th-that... is it a whip...?"
But Mingyu said nothing. He simply looked at her in silence. Her throat tightened sharply under that gaze. Jiwon bit her lip.
'Right... I poured out my emotions too much today... I wavered too much in front of that person...'
Yet another part of her thought, 'But does that mean I can't even feel jealous...? I love Mingyu. As a woman, is even that emotion wrong?'
While her confused mind tangled, her hands were already removing her tank top. The bra hook came undone. When she lowered her training shorts, cool air seeped over her bare skin. Naked, Jiwon approached the bed and carefully knelt, looking up at Mingyu with puppy-like eyes, still hesitant about the unclear instruction.
Mingyu lowered his gaze for a moment, then spoke firmly again. "Lie down."
Only then did she realize this situation was serious. Jiwon slowly placed her hands down and lowered her upper body. Her rounded back curved, and between her spread thighs, a secret crevice was slightly exposed. Only suppressed heat subtly radiated from it.
Mingyu approached the side of the bed and placed his hand on her butt while standing. Swish, swish—his palm slowly slid over her skin. Then he firmly grabbed one cheek and asked, "I am the master. You are my bitch. Does it feel bad when the master talks to other women?"
Jiwon tightly closed her eyes and quietly answered, "Yes..."
At that moment—Smack!! The sound of leather striking her butt tore through the quiet room. "Ungh...!!" Jiwon reflexively twisted, collapsing to one side as she grabbed her butt and held her breath. "Huu... haa..." The breath leaking from her throat sounded like tears, a half-cry mixed with pleasure and pain.
Without changing his expression, Mingyu approached her. With the tip of the whip, he poked her butt. Each small pressure made her skin flinch and tremble. "Back to position," he said quietly but firmly. "Lie down."
Jiwon, still feeling the lingering pain, only moaned while catching her breath. "Huu..." Yet she carefully corrected her posture, supporting herself on her elbows and lying face down naked once more. Her face buried into the sheets, a small tremor running over her back.
Mingyu slowly lowered the whip and continued. "Listen well. You're an attractive woman. And the closest woman by my side."
At that moment the whip lifted slightly from her skin. Jiwon reflexively flinched, as if expecting another strike, unconsciously shrinking. But Mingyu ignored even that movement, gripping the whip firmly as he spoke. "But—the master also has his own reality. Do you understand?"
As soon as the words ended—Smack!! Smack!! Two strong strikes followed. Clear marks where the leather dug in remained on her skin, and Jiwon trembled as if about to collapse again. Mingyu firmly grabbed her hips, giving no chance to escape. "Lie down." And—Smack!!! The third strike, even stronger, echoed through the room.
"Kkeuk... huuu...!!" Jiwon blocked her throat as if holding her breath. Her upper body leaned weakly against the bed, both hands instinctively reaching back to touch her burning butt. Smack! Smack! The whip struck her hands twice more. "Don't touch it," Mingyu's voice finally rang low but clear. Jiwon's fingertips hesitated, then fell onto the blanket. Her shoulders slightly shook—whether from fear or from the sensations rushing to her butt, even Mingyu couldn't tell. But what was clear was that she hadn't received all her punishment yet.
Jiwon, lying face down on the bed, quietly caught her breath and spoke in a trembling voice. "I'm sorry... Master... I was... too jealous..."
Smack!! As soon as her answer ended, Mingyu struck her butt once more without hesitation. "Aaah!!" Jiwon arched her back like a bow and let out a short scream. Mingyu ignored the sound and spoke in a heavy tone. "Where. Tell me." The whip tip poked her butt. "What kind of jealousy was it? Toward whom? Why? What emotion made your face twist like that? Answer."
Jiwon took a breath. Only then did she open her mouth with trembling lips. "Eun-kyung... that girl..." When the word "girl" left her mouth, her expression instinctively distorted. "Those eyes... were so blatant... She likes Master... no, that's just... it was at the level of admiration." As she spoke, she instinctively shrank her neck. "Didn't you feel that fox-like behavior...? That smile... That gaze... It was all calculated..." The end was almost spat out as if grinding her teeth.
Mingyu curled the corner of his lips in a sneer. "Why? The master can't meet other women?" He took one step closer, lowering his face to look down at her. "You have a husband too. I can't date?" Her breathing grew rough for a moment. He lightly twirled the whip and continued. "You have to have sex only with me, and as your master... I'm your possession?"
When the words ended, something momentarily surged up. 'Did I go too far just now?' For a very short moment, Mingyu averted his eyes as if intimidated by his own words. But then Jiwon's voice flowed out very quietly from under the sheets. "...Hit me... one more time... really hard..."
An unexpected reaction. Mingyu slightly furrowed his brows but soon pressed down a smile. 'Can't back down.' "Where do you get off being so cheeky... giving orders to your master?" Smack! Smack!! Smack!!! Three strikes in a row. Each time the leather struck her skin, the air trembled. "Ungh!! Haak!! Huu...!" Jiwon tightly closed her eyes, enduring the pain. She didn't run away. Even her screams were somehow sweet.
She lifted her upper body and gasped for breath. Wet eyes, flushed cheeks, and through her hotly distorted lips, a small murmur leaked out. "Haa... I like it... Too much..."
Mingyu silently looked at her for a moment. He managed his expression, but inside, subtle confusion arose. Yet Jiwon opened her mouth again. "That's right. I have a husband, I'm a married woman... Master is single... Young... and cool... I don't even have the right to say anything about what you do or don't." She slightly turned her body, pushing her butt out more as she whispered, "So... tell me that you love me the most... Whether you have sex with Eun-kyung... or date other women... it doesn't matter. I'm just... the best among Master's bitches..."
At that moment, she gathered her arms in front and pressed her cheek under her breasts. "Just say that my asshole and pussy... are the best..." Her body trembled, but it wasn't anger or fear. It was purely the vibration of excitement steeped in pleasure. Her cheeks flushed red, her lips slightly parted, and at the corners of her eyes an unknown smile spread.
Suddenly looking up at Mingyu, she gasped and said, "Eating that bitch Eun-kyung... Shall I help you...? Haa... haa..." Her breathing was beast-like, and those words were no longer those of a woman with human ethics. She was now truly Mingyu's 'bitch'.
Jiwon, with both arms pressed to the bed, twisted her body and slightly turned her head. Her cheek pressed against the sheets, flushed red, and clear voice dripped from those lips. Licking her lips lightly with her tongue tip, she spoke slowly yet naturally. "I'm not like that though... Among my friends... there are girls who get horny just from drinking..." The corner of her mouth lifted. That was clearly not a sane smile. "Shall I call them out sometime... and make them like that? Those girls... Honestly, when they see a young, well-hung man like Master... they'll get wet right away..."
Squeezing her thighs together as if rubbing, she spread her own butt with one hand. Between the stickily clinging skin, her glistening pussy slit was slightly open. "Just... I want to offer my acquaintances too... Or else..." Half-closing her eyes, she gasped. "Even with sleeping pills... Shall I let you do it...? I'll... secretly drug them... and put them into a deep sleep... And beside them—" She rubbed her head as if burying it into the sheets, letting out a suppressed moan. "Haa... While those girls are sleeping... Master fucking them with your cock... I want to help you... How much... I'm going crazy... How far this bitch can break for her master..."
Her butt was already burning red, and inside her thighs, transparent fluid was already slowly flowing down. "Use my husband too... as Master's tool." Taking a breath, she slowly curled up the corner of her mouth. "That person... when he comes home, he always drinks wine and sleeping pills together at night... He doesn't wake up until morning... I have to shake him for a long time before he barely gets up..." She twisted her waist and pushed her butt a little more toward Mingyu. "On a day like that... shall I defy him in front of him...? Haa... really... Beside that bastard sleeping... I want to be fucked by Master's cock..."
Her breathing cracked. Her cheeks flushed red, her lips trembled wetly. "Haa... beside that person snoring and sleeping... Getting fucked like crazy by my much younger disciple's cock... I want to show him... At that moment, looking at my husband... Taking Master fully inside... Making Master's cum overflow from this bitch's wet pussy without that bastard knowing..." She tightly gripped the bedsheet, pushing her butt further back. "And with that... I hope Master gets even more excited... This dirty married woman... Getting trained and cumming beside her husband... Just imagining that... Haa... I feel like I'm really going crazy..."
At the end of each breath, lewd heat was mixed. Jiwon no longer hesitated. Now she, for the sake of love, was ready to offer her self-esteem, family, acquaintances, and body all on the altar of 'master's pleasure'.