Orgy Bathhouse
The punishment I administer must always have a clear 'reason'. It could be chastisement for wrongdoing, encouragement through spanking for poor grades, or simply to boost magical ability. If the target hasn't done anything wrong, I'd have to fabricate a mistake or stage a scenario to set the mood. That's what gives the 'play' its legitimacy and allows for immersion. Just hitting someone on a whim, without that foundation, deviates from play and crosses into outright abuse.
Yeah, this was abuse. What was originally a table for towels or items had been brought right next to the bath at my request. I sat on it like a chair and nodded at the trembling female student.
"Lie down here."
I patted my knee. The naked girl just sobbed and didn't move, so the old men behind her bellowed.
"Lie down if you're told to! What's with the dawdling?!"
"She wants to watch the punishment show, doesn't she!"
To these old men, 'punishment' had devolved into mere entertainment.
The female student finally climbed onto the table clumsily and draped herself over my lap. Her figure wasn't as stunning as those Venus-like noblewomen up front. Her breasts weren't large, her hips narrower than the others around. Her ass was nicely perked up, but surrounded by such exceptional women, even that felt lacking.
"Sob... sniff..."
I looked at her pitifully as she sobbed, then gripped her body and pulled her up a bit.
"Not like that—position your ass over my knee. Yeah, like this."
"L-like this?"
"Yeah. And..."
I lowered my voice to a whisper.
"This'll hurt less than a slap to the face."
At first, she just nodded fearfully, but then she caught on that I meant something different and turned her head. Our tear-filled eyes met, and I gave her a faint smile.
"Finally starting? We've been waiting ages."
"At this rate, we'll kick the bucket before it begins."
The old men chuckled darkly at their own black comedy.
I grinned awkwardly and stroked the female student's ass.
"Punishment's simple. If she's done wrong, you spank her ass the set number of times."
I began explaining as if lecturing on punishment itself. The old men, unfamiliar with it, listened intently. How to spank a woman's ass—what a provocative lesson.
"Like this."
I raised my hand. Glancing at her tightly shut eyes, I brought it down.
Smack!
The sound echoed louder than usual, amplified especially in the bathhouse. The watching old men jumped.
"Whoa... that sound is brutal."
"You hit like that? Your wrist'll snap before hers does."
I smiled and pressed firmly on her shoulder with the hand that had been holding it.
She looked confused at first, then caught on and let out a wail.
"Kyaaah! It huuurts!"
"That painful, huh? Should I try?"
"What're you gonna do at your age with creaky joints?"
"Here we go again."
I raised my hand demonstratively for them and struck her ass once more.
Whap!
Smack!
"Kyaaah! It huuurts! I-I'm sorry!"
"Now I get why he's a punishment specialist. Definitely on another level."
"I saw a punishment scene in his last class. Pure gold. The girls were bawling and thrashing—made me understand why they do it. Heh."
"Wish I'd caught that; timing was off."
They looked thrilled at this new spectacle. Good thing the bathhouse acoustics made the sounds boom.
"Um... s-sir..."
She whispered to me, voice low enough that straining to hear was effort.
"It... it doesn't hurt that much."
Yeah. Of course not. I'd hit her lightly on purpose.
"I know. That's why I did it that way."
"But the sound is so loud?"
"There's a trick to it."
She must be baffled. Such a loud smack on her ass—how could it not hurt? Magic or something? Folks like me would get it, though.
It's all about the snap. Even in simple actions like this.
A wrist snap, the shape of the striking hand. Women's asses are fleshy and broad, allowing varied strikes. Use your wrist right, and you get a huge sound with minimal pain. Experience teaches you.
Try clapping. Feel the loud painless clap versus the quiet painful one.
Clapping varies—loud but painless, or quiet but stinging. Same with spanking. Loud painless ones, quiet painful ones. It's not about wild swings; that risks your wrist or her tailbone. Remember that.
But it's still a spanking. Eventually, it stings no matter what.
Beats a near-lethal face slap.
Smack! Smack! Smack! SMACK!
The sounds were so massive, even the orgy-goers around us focused on my punishment. Her ass was finally reddening nicely. She'd been biting her lip to endure, but now it throbbed.
"Ughhh... uuu..."
Smack!
"Ah... w-wait a sec..."
Why stop? She could take more. But then I noticed the fluids trickling down her thigh.
Tch, sensitive type.
Masochist? Nah, just sensitive. These spanks transmit shock inward, even if not painful. Some women chain mild shocks to their pleasure zones—straight to the womb, that fluttering climax feel. Ever seen a woman jolt from a spanking? That's them.
"Ugh... uu... f-feels weird..."
Trouble. If she cums, we're screwed.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Stopping would tip them off I'm going easy. No choice but to continue. She stomped her feet, pounded the table with fists, messed her hair—desperate to hold back.
"What's wrong with that girl?"
"That painful?"
They figured it was pain endurance. Clueless old men—no suspicions.
"Uuuu!"
Smack!
"N-nooo!"
Inevitably. She arched her back, legs quaking, then squirted pussy juice everywhere. Her face was pure orgasm bliss, hearts in her eyes.
"Urghhh... uuuut."
The climax dragged; her back flopped like a fish in spasms before she collapsed limp on my lap. Bewildered herself at what happened. The old men, equally baffled, rushed me.
"Wh-what? Did she just cum?"
"Spanked her ass and she cums? What'd you do?!"
Hmm, how to explain.
"Some women climax from ass spanks stimulating their pleasure zones. That's it."
"Jeez, insane. Can I learn that trick?"
"Thought it was just whack away, but there's skill? Hilarious."
"Haha... tough technique. I'll teach you next time."
Tough indeed. Can't master it solo; needs partner sync over sessions. I'm expert, so I pulled it off alone.
"Huu... uuu..."
Still trembling from aftershocks, she rose shakily. Face beet red, she suddenly straddled me.
"Hey, what're you doing?"
"Th-the throbbing won't stop..."
"I'm not here for sex... w-wait!"
Spanking turns me on inevitably. She unwrapped my towel waistband, aligned her pussy with my erection, and dropped.
Squelch!
"Hurggh!"
Biting her lip in pleasure, she hugged me and whispered in my ear.
"I... I don't usually go first..."
"Then get off. I saved you—why escalate?"
"Y-you saved me, Instructor..."
She rocked her hips clumsily. Awkward, but that clumsiness was oddly cute.
"B-better than those old men... way better, Instructor..."
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Savoring my cock slowly, she seemed wistful, like she'd never felt this climax before. I had to take her waist and lead.
"When do you finish tonight?"
"Uht... sometimes all night, but tonight before 1 a.m...."
"Selfish pricks keeping students till 1 a.m."
I gripped her waist and moved her. Her clumsy motions synced perfectly to my guidance.
"Uuuu..."
"This angle. Yeah. Keep your back straight, not hunched. Like this. Now you feel it too."
"F-feels so weird... first time..."
"Bet it's a first."
I spanked her ass.
Smack!
"Hiiit!"
"Keep moving."
She squatted fully on the table, shaking her ass. I spanked it.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
From the old men's angle, only her ass visible—perfect lewd view. Some already couldn't hold back, fucking their partners.
"Quite the sight."
"Look at that red ass. Pretty."
Cesare, pleased, chuckled and boasted about me.
"Our instructor's got sex skills too? How's he so versatile?"
"Picked up a real gem, Cesare."
Gem? Ha, funny. Opposite, Cesare. To me, you're the gem—the golden net to snag Eri and Ios. You think you've lured me into your palm? Nah. I'm the one sweet-talking you onto mine.
"A-again... ahhhh!"
Smack!
I spanked at her climax timing, cumming with her. She clung tight, riding the afterglow. Slowly, she lifted off, cock slipping free.
Hug.
"Uuuung..."
Splurt.
Pussy juice gushed as it popped out, slicking my cock anew. She moaned cutely, blissed-out, leaning on me, catching breath. She plopped onto my lap, panting in my ear. I stroked her waist gently.
"T-touching my waist... makes me cum again..."
I kept stroking, flashing Cesare a grin.
"Satisfied?"
"Heh."
"You have no idea how thrilled I am to meet you, Cesare. Hope we keep working together."
"Same here. Let's do it."
Look at those eyes. Pure, innocent—no hint of doubt.