Spanking the Master
Smack! "Hyah!"
A high-pitched scream I'd never heard from Sena before pierced my ears. She seemed startled, turning her head as if in panic, but quickly stopped herself. It was Sena's resolve, showing she couldn't afford to break her posture. Yes, that's the right stance. Enduring steadfastly seemed to be her specialty and style.
"It'll hurt. But bear with it."
How does it feel to spank the ass of the woman who calls me "Master"? Honestly, guilt hits first. I've never harbored any malice toward her or looked down on her. Sure, I'd fantasized about playing with her, but I never intended to act on it. Sena is a strong, upright woman. She's also profoundly lonely, to the point of pity. Spanking her at my discretion felt like defacing a masterpiece like Sena herself. That's why I felt guilty.
But then came the overflowing sense of depravity. Smack! I started with a light one as a warm-up. To avoid hitting wrong if her posture slipped, I'd placed my hand on the upper part of her ass to hold it steady. The switch's impact followed my hand, then the trembling of her flesh. The switch felt great in my grip. Sena's ass had just the right bounce, making it satisfying to strike, with enough resistance to push back against the switch.
"Eut…!"
She must not have expected this level of pain—her waist trembled noticeably. "Sena, if you can't take it, you have to say so. Even humans have limits to the pain they can endure."
"Hey, lighter… Ah, no. Just… do it."
This wasn't some kind of play. It was strictly "punishment." No safe word had been set. It was just carrying out the assigned command—punishment in name and fact. The whistle of the switch cutting air. The sharp crack against her ass. Sena's groans leaking out despite her efforts to hold them back. Crack! Smack! Smack! Crack! Smack! The sounds echoing in the quiet lab heated the air bit by bit.
I swung almost mechanically, but with each strike, the red welts marking Sena's ass excited me more. Smack! After about ten strikes, I paused for a break.
"…Haaah."
Maybe sensing the respite, a shaky sigh escaped Sena's lips. Her small body slumped over the desk, her back heaving with ragged breaths. "Can you handle it?"
She's a punishment newbie, after all. Had I gone too hard out of obligation? I brought my hand to her ass. Red welts formed swollen lines, giving a mottled texture. Tracing them with my fingers made her ass quiver, a rougher groan spilling out.
"Hyeut!"
"Should I go lighter?"
"…Don't. This level of stimulus is what makes the experiment meaningful."
Incredible. Miraculous. Such a resilient witch. What kind of destiny drives her to endure punishment she's never experienced before like this? "You've rested enough. Continue."
I pressed the switch again. Her words were confident, but her body remembered the pain. Her small ass trembled involuntarily, as if dreading the next blow, independent of her will. Maybe because it was so white and pretty, it resembled a small animal shivering in fear. Smack! Crack! Smack! Smack!
The rhythmic strikes resumed. I laid into her already bright-red ass. Welts over welts, layering lines. The marks deepened, bruising with faint blue tinges. Sweat beaded on her neck and lower back. She twisted her legs and body in agony, but she steadfastly kept her ass in place—that was admirable. Her hands gripped the desk front, then sides, flinching toward her ass before gripping forward again. Smack! Smack! Smack! Three merciless strikes in a row, then I stopped.
"Huu… Hyeut… Hnng…."
Was she crying or moaning? After those ragged breaths unlike her usual self, she collapsed face-down on the desk. I set the switch aside and inspected her ass. My sadistic thrill at turning this small ass bright red was pounding, but guilt washed over me readily. I'd overdone it for a beginner. I could've gone easier.
"D-Don't touch… it hurts!"
Oh no—had I unconsciously started stroking her ass? It was a habit from punishing a club junior back then, feeling the texture to heighten the pain. A freshly spanked ass is hypersensitive. Touching it can hurt more than the strikes themselves. That's why some cruel punishments make them sit on the raw ass, but that's too vicious—I don't recommend it.
"Where's the ointment? I'll apply it."
"No. I'll heal myself."
Sena stood shakily, her face flushed as she turned. "Ack!"
She tried to perch on the desk out of habit but recoiled in pain. She nearly toppled from the rebound, and I caught her reflexively. Startled in my arms, Sena didn't pull away immediately. We panted like that for a moment before she looked up. Her icy witch eyes were misty, cheeks flushed. The moment I saw her relaxed expression…
Strange. This feeling. What is this pounding in my chest? Had I ever seen Sena this close? I'd always kept a step back, watching. I'd never seen this face.
So you can make an expression like this too.
Unexpected. A woman who maintains composure through any hardship, undone by mere pain. No, actually, enduring this much punishment without a single full scream was impressive enough.
"Just a little…."
"Yes?"
"Can I stay like this a bit? I can't sit anywhere."
"As long as you need."
I slipped my leg between hers for support. Sensing my intent, Sena leaned forward onto my thigh like straddling it. 'Hm?' The spot where she pressed was getting damp. That was her crotch area.
Not quite urine-level. Could it be…?
"Lee Hyun."
As if reading my mind, her usual icy voice rang out. One wrong word here, and her cold blade might aim for my neck. Tense, I replied hastily. "Yes!"
"Don't… say anything. Not a word."
Her ears burned red as she buried her face in my chest. I cradled her head, stroking soothingly. "Don't worry. My lips are sealed."
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It took a little time after that. For Sena to calm down, wipe the flowed fluids, and change clothes. Despite her sore ass, she forced on panties and skirt, but couldn't sit. She summoned Leden and used the magic measurement device again.
Bubble bubble—
The liquid boiled once more. But something was different. The vigor was markedly stronger than before.
"More, more! Keep going!"
Excited, Leden gripped Sena's focused shoulders, urging her on. Sena furrowed her brow, channeling all her magic. The measured value showed a whopping 10 percent increase.
"I-It really happened! It really went up!"
"It went up?"
Sena, eyes closed in concentration, startled at Leden's excited shout and disrupted her flow. But even so, it was higher than pre-punishment. Sena eyed the number suspiciously too. Her expression said: Is this really right? Am I dreaming? Is this reality?
She'd poured years of effort and research into breaking this plateau. Other magicians resorted to forbidden magic—overcoming limits wasn't easy. That's why the Realm of Magic is called magicians' destiny. Not just anyone can reach it. Not just anyone can surpass their limits. Even seeing it now, the two magicians doubted until the very end.
Thankfully, no falsehood anywhere.
"This… this is a great discovery. Historic! Oh my god. Such a simple method was the answer?"
Leden's voice trembled between awe and disbelief. Anger? Joy? He couldn't decide—emptiness, ecstasy, absurdity, rage flashing extremely by the moment, like broken emotions.
"A mere human. Who knew nothing at all."
He'd finally gauged his reaction. He grabbed my shoulders, his grip heavy with the urge to hug and spin me. Restraining for dignity, his trembling hands betrayed him.
"One ignorant of magic's very concepts finds the path no one else could to that realm. Who could've imagined?"
"Ha, haha."
No, I was the stunned one. It was real. Just a hypothesis anyone might try, and it worked. Such a simple method. Maybe too simple, that's why overlooked? Like the lamp's shadow.
But growth wasn't permanent. After about 40 minutes, the magic value began declining. Temporary growth. And my guess: duration might depend on individual pain tolerance.
"Well done."
Sena wasn't the type to show joy through touch like Leden. She suppressed it, conveying thanks with words and a smile. Facing her faint but beautiful smile, mine bloomed naturally.
"But it was temporary. Too early to call it a discovery."
"Even temporary, this increase is unprecedented. We'll build research on this."
Sena held back well, but her excitement showed—more smiles, higher pitch, lighter steps. As a non-magician, it didn't hit me hard, but for them, it was Eureka-level.
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"To us magicians, destiny isn't some simple homework. For destiny, we abandon lovers, kill family with our own hands."
"Does it really demand that? Is destiny worth it?"
"You don't know magic, so you can't understand us. Naturally."
All classes done, heading back to the dorm. As students dispersed to rooms or carriages leaving the academy, Sena and I dawdled. Very slowly, shuffling along.
"But we're magicians. A magician devotes life to destiny. That's our calling."
Then an elderly professor passed us, cane in hand—faster than us. Staring at his back, I asked Sena with narrowed eyes.
"Sena."
"Speak."
"Why are you walking so gingerly?"
Thirty minutes since leaving, not even a third to the dorm. Sena glared, snapping curtly for no reason. "You got a problem with my pace?"
"Not a problem, but… honestly, it's slow enough to complain. Students are all gone."
"…Walk a bit faster then."
"Is that faster? Sigh, hold on."
I knelt on one knee before her, hands behind her waist. "What's that pose?"
"Don't tell me this world has no 'piggyback'?"
"Piggy—what?"
"Hop on my back."
Perplexed, she soon got it and shook her head vigorously. "No way. I'm Michele family heir. Not a kid anymore for that."
"Just get on."
Unfamiliar with forcefulness, she stared blankly with wide eyes. I emphasized. "No one's watching. Stop being stubborn and hop on."
"N-Not stubborn—"
"Argh! Enough."
"Kyaa!"
I pulled her and hoisted her onto my back by force. She yelped cutely, instinctively clinging tight around my neck. I hoped for breast feel against my back… but not that firm.
"P-Put me down!"
"Nope."
A lower-status servant defying and acting willful—no anger, oddly. She squirmed briefly, then resigned, leaning into my back.
Ooh! This sensation…?
"Can't remember the last piggyback. Years, probably."
"Your parents carry you often?"
"…Ha. Mother and Father?"
Had I touched a nerve? Her voice iced over suddenly—I flinched. Bad enough I considered dropping her to apologize.
But Sena just sneered coldly at her parents. "Mother might've. But not for long."
"…What happened?"
"Common story. Bullying from a top-obsessed group."
I dropped it. She didn't seem eager to share.
"Then who carried you often?"
"…Leden. And Grand."
Her arms tightened around my neck. Head on my shoulder, her voice softened, more relaxed than before. "They were all I had."