Aftercare and Sena's Secret Cravings
Sena had gone in to wash up, and I was preparing a change of clothes for her when she issued an unexpected order.
"Figure it out and get dressed on your own. Get out."
It was the first time in the three months since I'd become Sena's servant that something like this had happened. Was she finally thinking of changing by herself? But something felt off. She seemed... embarrassed? The girl who always showed me her naked body without a hint of shame was acting shy? I stepped out as ordered, but even after some time passed, she didn't call for me.
"May I come in?"
I asked from outside the door. No response.
"Sena?"
Could it be... was the punishment earlier too much? No, it had been hours since the spanking—she wouldn't pass out now.
"I'm coming in!"
Worried, I flung the door open. There she was, perfectly fine. Just standing naked in front of the mirror, staring at her butt. For the first time, she was making an effort to cover it.
"L-Lee Hyun!"
"I didn't order you to come in."
"Sena? Your butt right now..."
"Did you ask or something? Sorry. I was a bit distracted."
Sena hurriedly grabbed her underwear from the bed as if to cover up, but I approached and grabbed her wrist. She looked up in surprise, and I scolded her in a slightly angry tone.
"You still haven't treated it?"
"Ah... well..."
"No wonder you've been waddling around ever since. It hurts that bad, huh? What are you standing there staring for? Get on the bed and lie face down."
Unable to respond, Sena flattened herself on the bed as instructed. I scanned the simple magic table in the corner of the room and picked out a few herbs suitable for medicine.
Leden insisted I learn medical alchemy. Guess there's some payoff from getting chewed out over it.
Though I never imagined it'd be for aftercare.
I ground up a few herbs together, mixed them well, and sat on the edge of the bed next to Sena, who was buried face-first in the sheets.
"Sena. I said I'd treat it myself."
"I was going to."
"Let's hear your excuse. Why didn't you?"
Sena didn't even turn to look at me, replying in a curt voice.
"The pain boosts magic power... I just left it alone. Sitting through class on that chair stung, but I figured it'd help it grow."
Smack!
"Eek!"
I knew her butt hurt, but I had to hit her now. I slapped her right cheek upward, and she reacted more dynamically than during punishment proper—her hips jerked up, and she grabbed my collar with one hand.
"That wasn't punishment. That was me actually scolding you."
"A magician must keep all possibilities open..."
"It's ugly. Ugly!"
"Ugly?"
Sena repeated, then pouted her lips.
"So what if a scar forms? For magic growth, a little scar is..."
Smack.
"Kyaa!"
"No whining. Before I really lay into you."
I spread the well-crushed herbs over Sena's butt. As the cool ointment smeared over the stinging scars, her waist twitched.
"Aftercare is essential. Don't ever spout that magic growth nonsense in front of me again."
"......"
"A scar on this national treasure-level gorgeous butt is a crime. National loss!"
"...What are you talking about?"
"It exists. Anyway, after punishment, you always do aftercare. Got it? Af-ter-care."
"......"
"Af-ter-care..."
"I get it. Aftercare. I'll remember."
This much should heal the scars in a few hours. Man, what a woman. Keeping up that stinging pain all this time for magic growth? Reckless and tough as nails. Are all magicians this reckless?
Damn, this is hot.
I hadn't noticed in the shock earlier, but now that things had calmed, I realized I was staring at one hell of a lewd scene. A naked woman sprawled on crisp white sheets—flawless pale skin, perfect proportions. But with those red marks on her butt. And here I was, sitting casually beside her with my legs crossed.
Should I...?
The mood felt right. Could I scoot a little closer? Those firm, pretty glutes connecting to her shapely hamstrings. As a man, ignoring such a beautiful naked body would be rude, right!
"Lee Hyun."
Her call snapped me out of my dark fantasies. I smacked my lips in regret.
"Yes, Sena."
"You're from another world, right."
Suddenly? Why ask that?
"Out of the blue. Yes, I am."
"You seem used to aftercare. Did it often?"
I thought of my club junior. Yeah, often.
"Yes, quite a bit. She was a junior in my study group."
"A girl?"
"Who else...?"
"I heard your world has no magic. No need for emotional stimulation, so why the punishment?"
Ah, that's what she meant. I scratched my cheek and ruffled my bangs, pondering how to explain.
"It was just a study group."
"Like ours?"
"Not magic, but basic knowledge for life—similar enough. University was more advanced, but we formed groups now and then to study effectively."
"Sounds nice."
"Does it? I heard witches have gatherings too."
"We did. But never in good faith."
Her words carried extra thorns. I'd touched a sore spot.
"Anyway, we tested study results sometimes. Low scores mean no point, right?"
"True."
"My junior quietly asked me once. Said she'd take a spanking for each mistake."
It surprised me—she wasn't the type. Cute and pretty, but quiet, modest, not talkative, easy to overlook. She got into trouble often due to her timid nature, so I helped out of kindness, and we ended up close. Hard to imagine her suggesting spanking, let alone having watched porn. But alone studying, she asked.
'Sunbae.'
'Yeah.'
'...Can you spank my butt for each wrong answer?'
I hesitated at first, thinking she wanted money. But her proposal blew my mind. Never considered it, yet she suggested it outright. Refusing felt rude, so I agreed—and it evolved from simple punishment to sex partners. Who'd guess the prim girl turned into a dripping masochist from a spanking?
"So you did?"
"Yeah. Kept it up for quite a while."
"Did her scores improve?"
I chuckled.
"Nope. Dropped, actually."
"...? Why?"
"Puzzled me too at first, but simple: the 'wrongs' were an excuse. She just loved spanking."
Interested? Sena propped up her upper body, resting her chin on her hand, focused on my story. So pretty—her breasts peeking between her arms, so lewd.
"Loved getting hit?"
"Masochist. But let's not get into details. She's someone I'll never see again, but blabbing her kinks isn't cool."
"Masochist? Sounds like a magic term. What spell?"
"Not magic. Sexual preference. People who get aroused by pain."
"Like pain turns them on..."
Sena murmured, suddenly twisting her legs and squirming her hips.
"I think I get that junior now."
Would you believe me if I said I had this dream? I was watching Sena from a third-person view, invisible.
The bedroom. Sena lay naked on the bed in the dark room. Unable to sleep, she tossed and turned, then sat up rumpled. Needing something? She scanned around, rummaging the vanity, magic table, finally the wardrobe. Pulled out a hanger, tapped it against her palm—not satisfied. Put it back, returned to bed with a longing glance.
"Mm."
What did she need? Staring at the ceiling, she covered her eyes with one arm, sighing deeply. Her other hand slid to her crotch.
Squelch.
Her pussy was already wet. Rubbing her slit as if it wasn't enough, she bit her lip.
Squelch squelch.
The girl who'd never masturbate was doing it now. And roughly, like it wasn't satisfying. Had she never done it before? Awkward motions despite the roughness.
"...That's not it."
Still unsatisfied. She flipped over, face down, lifting her ass up—cat pose, lewd as hell. Her soaked pussy on display; unbelievable, like porn, but Sena. Right hand still rubbing, left hand moved.
Smack!
She slapped her own ass. Form wasn't great, but she kept at it, satisfied enough.
Smack!
"Haa... haa..."
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"More..."
Crack!
"Harder...!"
One cheek reddening, hand speeding up—then "Nggh!" A high moan burst as her waist arched sharply. Ass dropping, curled up, she panted. After five minutes calming, she shuffled to the bathroom for a quick rinse. Ears red, she stared at the bed, covering her face.
"What did I just do..."
Masturbation's fine. But post-punishment, unable to hold back? Like a masochist...
Tweet- Tweet- What the hell dream was that? Had to be a dream—I can't see Sena from a third-person view. But in a magic world, maybe not weird.
"Couldn't even see Sena's face properly."
Dreaming of her masturbating, yet not looking at her face? Damn, post-spanking nap caused this? Dreaming like that—gentleman fail.
"Haa, enough. Time to get ready..."
Squelch. The sticky feeling from my pants. Pulling back the covers and pants, I pressed my forehead.