You Did Wrong, So You Get Punished

From where I knelt behind my sister, I could smell the house's body wash mingled with her own natural scent.

She always seemed to shower right around the time I got home from work.

That was probably why, even watching her drip a little from behind, I felt nothing like disgust.

"You're getting spanked because you did wrong. Understood?"

"Ah... yeah."

Apparently the situation was harder to bear than she'd expected.

Yeoeun managed only a small, faint reply.

"Count properly. If you lose count, we start over from the beginning."

"....."

"Answer me."

"...Yeah."

It made sense, really. A full-grown adult stripping bare and taking a spanking wasn't going to be easy for anyone.

And with her little brother as the one wielding the hand, harder still.

But there was nothing to be done about it.

I stroked one of her cheeks gently for a moment, then lifted my hand and brought it down.

Smack!

Her rear jolted and trembled.

"One...."

A small voice followed right after.

"Louder."

Smack!

"T-Two!"

I stroked the spot I'd just struck as a small reward for doing well.

It wasn't quite as fun as teasing Yihyeon had been, but a familiar thrill of enjoyment welled up in me all the same.

Smack!

"Three!"

Her buttocks quivered again, and her answer came out louder than before.

"And how exactly do you plan to fix this?"

"Huh?"

"The thing that spread online. What are you going to do about it?"

"I already filed removal requests with the sites, and, um... I looked into it, and...."

Smack!

I landed a surprise strike right in the middle of her explanation.

"Ah! Hey, I was talking!"

"And did you count that? Back to one."

Yeoeun pushed herself up on her arms and twisted around to glare at me, resentment written all over her face.

I met it with a perfectly shameless expression and gave her back a light push.

"So? You were saying?"

"I looked into it, and if things go well, legal action might actually be an option. If it comes to that, I could hire a lawyer and...."

Smack!

The other ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cheek this time.

She hadn't been braced for that side, apparently, because she flinched even harder than before.

"A consultation... o-one!"

Still, she handled it well this time, cutting her sentence short and starting the count over from the top.

"Do you even know a lawyer?"

"No, but I'll be the one paying, so it's fine."

"Where would I even get money for that?"

Says the woman who called herself a small-time streamer with her own mouth.

I had no real idea how much she earned, but if her broadcast was as tiny as she claimed, I doubted her income amounted to much either.

"I can at least cover a consultation fee!"

"Is that so?"

Something told me my remark had pricked her pride.

Smack!

"Two! Ugh. If it turns out we can go that route, then I'll see it through to the end somehow, no matter what it takes."

Her voice rose as if she were angry, and she vowed to shoulder the responsibility herself.

I had no idea what she'd actually looked into, or how thoroughly.

Smack!

"Three! So stop worrying about it."

To my ears, it was a hollow promise — nothing but a vague I'll-figure-it-out with no concrete plan behind it.

Would legal action even work?

I took another look at the clip of myself making the rounds on internet communities.

As far as I could tell, the face was barely recognizable — an unremarkable little gif with nothing worth fussing over.

I didn't know much about this world's laws, but litigation might not even be the right tool for something like this.

Besides, I had no intention of making an issue of it in the first place.

Frankly, when my sister had first brought it all up, I'd felt almost nothing at all.

Smack!

"Four! If what got out there ends up hurting you somehow... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Jungseo."

Which meant that when I'd asked how she planned to resolve all this, I hadn't actually been asking her to do anything.

I'd only framed it that way because I wanted to tease her.

And here she was, worrying about me. Genuinely.

"I should've been more careful. Just hit me more. If this eases your heart even a little, Jungseo... then it's worth it."

I gazed at Yeoeun's rear, both cheeks now an evenly matching shade of red, symmetry maintained with perfect fairness.

And somehow, the fun had drained out of it.

Was it because I wasn't getting the reaction I'd wanted?

"Noona."

"Yeah?"

"This affects your stream too, you know."

I spoke while kneading the reddened flesh of her backside.

"If you go at it that way, won't it end up reflecting badly on your broadcast somehow?"

"Don't worry about that. It's my problem to handle."

I pulled myself up and wrapped my arms around her from behind.

Though with our size difference, "climbed onto her" was the more accurate description.

A strange sensation washed over me, like ants crawling across my skin.

The same feeling I'd had talking with Mother. The same one from my conversations with Yihyeon.

Not identical, but close enough that I recognized it when it returned.

I couldn't say for certain yet, but it seemed to come when someone's sincerity truly reached me — those ticklish emotions like affection and worry.

Feeling another person's genuine heart so directly was an astonishing experience.

So astonishing it made me want to shy away from it.

"Did it hurt a lot?"

"No... I'm fine. It didn't really hurt."

"I didn't hit you because I hate you. You know that, right?"

"Huh? Yeah... of course."

Was she sulking?

I slid myself a little further up her body until my lips hovered right at her ear.

"Are you mad at me, noona?"

"No... I'm not mad."

She wasn't angry, but she clearly looked deflated.

I tried saying something to lift her spirits.

"Want me to play with your breasts?"

"No, I'm fine."

She really was sulking.

The old me would have taken "I'm fine" at face value and let it go.

But I couldn't do that anymore.

It was as if someone were whispering directly into my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠heart: look at her face, fix her mood.

'I'm sorry? Am I actually feeling sorry toward my sister?'

The unfamiliar feeling nagged at me like an inconvenience.

So I added one more line.

When she heard it, Yeoeun's buried head snapped up.

Yeoeun had spent days agonizing over it alone.

Because a picture of Jungseo had leaked onto an internet community site.

At first she'd assumed it would amount to nothing.

The reactions had actually been dying down, after all.

Then a single comment set the whole thing ablaze.

Posts that laid someone's naked desire bare for everyone to see.

Fantasy fed on fantasy, and Jungseo's image became prime kindling for all of it.

Yeoeun fired off takedown requests everywhere she could.

Unfortunately, the moderators were sluggish about it, and the gif had already spread far beyond recall.

The fallout began bleeding directly into her own broadcast.

Yeoeun's stream never usually topped fifty viewers.

Yet after the picture of Jungseo spread, her viewer count blew past triple digits without breaking a sweat.

And the newcomers did the broadcast absolutely no good.

Her regulars, once they'd learned the full story, wouldn't talk about anything except Jungseo either.

She explained he was her younger brother. It changed nothing.

Half of them said that was impossible; the other half said that made it even better.

And then there were the deliberately malicious posts stirring the pot.

She'd wanted things to quiet down. Instead, the fire only burned hotter.

Running the stream remained impossible.

'Jungseo has to know.'

She decided she had to tell him.

Late as it was, this was something her little brother absolutely needed to hear from her.

Her own stream was one thing — what gnawed at her was the fear that Jungseo would be hurt by it.

The one mercy was that the room had been dark when the clip was filmed.

The webcam quality was terrible, too.

The fact that his face was unrecognizable was her one small comfort.

Yeoeun had been biding her time, waiting for the right opening to speak.

Then she saw the thread guessing at Jungseo's height, and her resolve hardened: the sooner he knew, the better.

The moment he walked in from work, she laid everything out.

Jungseo listened to her story with a calm expression.

But that expression was nothing like his usual one.

A mouth pressed into a firm line. Eyes gazing down at her.

Arms crossed, one leg over the other, the raised foot swinging idly back and forth.

Her little brother — who always wore that faint, gentle smile — was looking down at her with the cool composure of an aristocrat.

'Ah... why does it suddenly feel so hot in here.'

Kneeling and looking up at him was a situation so unfamiliar it made her dizzy.

And even in the middle of it, she caught herself thinking that Jungseo was devastatingly handsome.

Seeing him like this, so different from usual, seemed to be setting her whole body alight.

"Noona. You did wrong, didn't you?"

Having finished the confession at last, she showed him ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the picture that had spread online.

She had no intention of showing him the comments — the filthy, leering things people had written underneath.

But Jungseo scrolled down on his own and read every last one of them.

'Ah... what do I do. He's going to be hurt.'

Just as she'd feared, the frown on his face deepened.

"Take your clothes off."

Yeoeun assumed he meant to vent his wounded feelings on her.

Her brother declared that wrongdoing had to be punished.

Sound reasoning — except for the oddly disciplinarian tone, like something out of a parent scolding a child.

He looked so adorably cross that Yeoeun had to fight to keep her face straight.

"Noona."

"Yes."

"You did wrong, so you get punished. That's how it works."

Being disciplined by her little brother was new territory for her.

She got scolded plenty in daily life, but never like this.

Bare skin struck, nipples pinched.

No cutesy nagging — punishment through direct physical contact.

'Don't tell me I'm... no. I'm normal. Totally normal.'

She couldn't make sense of herself.

At the words "take your clothes off," her body had flushed with arousal purely on reflex.

Her nipples ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stiffened, and something had already begun trickling out from below.

Yeoeun scrambled desperately for an excuse. Any excuse.

It was just a natural physiological response to undressing in front of a gorgeous man, that was all.

Any woman would react the same, baring her most private places to a member of the opposite sex.

It wasn't Jungseo hitting her that did this — it was just his skin against hers, nothing she could help.

'Right. It doesn't even hurt.'

How much could those slender little fingers of his possibly hurt?

All noise, no substance — the smacks were loud but the pain was barely there.

And so the not-particularly-long punishment came to its end.

"Did it hurt a lot?"

"No... I'm fine. It didn't really hurt."

"I didn't hit you because I hate you. You know that, right?"

Apparently striking her had left Jungseo feeling guilty, because he gently stroked the places he'd spanked.

Yeoeun found herself melting into the tenderness of that touch.

And at the same time, her heart grew heavier still — because of how hopelessly sweet her little brother was.

He clearly believed this was a punishment, yet it barely hurt at all.

And his loving, soothing hands had left her shamelessly, undeniably aroused.

Hiding what she was feeling, she couldn't bring herself to look him in the face at all.

"Want me to play with your breasts?"

"No, I'm fine."

Guilt kept her head bowed.

Say yes, please touch me had climbed all the way up her throat before she barely managed to swallow it back down.

Head hanging like a criminal's, she forced out the refusal.

And in that instant.

an offer she could not possibly refuse slid out of Jungseo's mouth.

"Then how about my cock instead?"

That was the limit of Yeoeun's patience and her guilt alike.

A single line from Jungseo, and she crumbled completely.

"Huh? Really?"

When she lifted her head, her little brother was already smiling down at her as gently as ever.

It was the day the equation Jungseo's punishment = something wonderful was formally established in Yeoeun's mind.