Julia's Breaking Point
This time, the impact on Julia was incomparable to when I'd spanked Sena. Sena jolted in shock right before her eyes, and even Helena shot a sideways glance, as if it had exceeded her expectations. Despite their reactions, I steeled myself not to care. In this room, there were only Julia and me—a self-imposed hypnosis. Sena and Helena were outsiders, not present here.
"Ha... haa... haaa..."
Was it the first real pain she'd ever felt? Julia, who hadn't even managed a scream, trembled violently, barely squeezing out moans from her throat.
"I'll dye your ass even redder than your flushed face."
Don't worry. I had no intention of hitting her so hard that her ass would shatter. Well, at first I did. Magic could heal a broken ass anyway, right? That was my simplistic thinking. But seeing Julia's ass up close, those thoughts vanished in an instant. This woman had potential worth training. She might be dying of pain right now, but if I developed her bit by bit through repetition, wouldn't it become a source of pleasure?
Thwack. Thwack.
"Lift your ass."
I corrected her posture by tapping her cheeks. At first, she was too out of it for my words to register—no reaction at all. But when I pinched her ass once, she yelped "Eek—!" and thrust it up high.
"Not focusing?"
"It hurts. It hurts."
"We start over from one."
Julia turned her head. Her expression showed she couldn't even grasp what I'd said, so I commanded her forcefully.
"You didn't count, so we start from one again."
"Wh-what kind of rule is that?"
"It's common sense."
As I brought the switch back to her ass, Julia bowed her head and focused intently. I swung again.
Crack!
"O-one!"
Nice posture! The reaction was delicious, like electricity zapping through her the instant it hit. Julia dug her heels in, gritted her teeth, and her arms trembled against the table.
Crack!
"Two!"
"It's only two hits, and your posture's already slipping. Straighten up!"
Crack!
"Three!"
Including the first one before, that made four strikes total. The four red lines etched on Julia's pretty ass were, as expected, beautiful. Leaving red marks on white skin gave such satisfaction.
'Julia's ass is tougher than Sena's.'
Personal physical differences showed up like this. Some people, like Sena, swelled along the marks, while others, like Julia, turned red without swelling. Especially Julia's type, where marks didn't linger easily, meant thicker skin—tougher and healed faster. What did that imply? Perfect for hitting as hard as I wanted.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Deliberately continuous punishment with clear intent. Caught off guard by the sudden barrage, Julia couldn't even count and clutched her ass.
"It hurts! It hurts so much!"
She even shrieked. Her mindset was still all wrong.
With cold eyes, I replied just as coldly.
"From the beginning again."
"...D-don't. I already apologized!"
"Again!"
Crack!
"Ha... one!"
Crack!
"Two!"
Thwack!
"Kyaaak!"
"Who the hell blocks with their hand mid-spanking? Back to the start!"
Smack! Crack! Whap!
How many had it been now? Julia's tough ass should be starting to react properly by this point. I wanted to inspect it, but despite my prodding, she finally collapsed, unable to endure.
She gingerly touched her distorted red ass with one hand, covered her face with the other, and slumped over the table.
"Huu... hng... it hurts... it hurts..."
Ahh. She started crying. It would've been weirder if she hadn't. A total newbie who'd never even had basic punishment, and not doing this willingly—plus, women were far more delicate than men. Of course this scared and hurt. Her tears were inevitable.
So, should I stop here...? Yeah right.
"Won't listen unless I put it nicely."
Sorry, but I'm the type who doesn't go easy on crying girls—a total bastard. (It has nothing to do with being a "real man.") The image Julia had pinned on me was dragging my present and future into hardship—why should I hold back? To amp up the coercion, I deliberately slammed the switch down noisily.
Clatter, clack. Clack.
The hard sound of it bouncing on the marble floor pierced the silence. Even Julia's sobs paused for a moment.
Her sniffles stopped. As a right-hander, I wrapped my left arm around her waist and lifted her, positioning her ass facing front.
"Kyaaak!"
Suddenly hoisted like an object, Julia reflexively—or maybe out of real anger—punched my waist and thighs. It didn't even tickle.
'Thought she was light, but she weighs a bit.'
Rude to say about a woman, but holding her one-handed was tough. I wasn't the workout fanatic type, after all. Still, I leaned back to support her as best I could and raised my right hand.
"This time, let's get disciplined like a naughty kid."
"This isn't right! I'm a witch!"
Don't people usually say "adult" here? For witches, "witch" must be synonymous with maturity. Good to learn something new.
Slap!
The feel of spanking with my hand after so long. By the way, I prefer hands over switches. The ass pressing right into my palm. And with hands, I could fine-tune the force better than a switch. Or should I say I liked the skin-to-skin contact?
"Wi-witch... I'm a witch, I said!"
Slaaap!
"Kyaak!"
Here's a tip: To make a hand-spank hurt more, don't pull away immediately after impact—instead, grind your palm in firmly. The shock doesn't dissipate outward; it sinks straight into the ass, while your hot palm heats the stinging flesh. Way more painful than a quick slap.
"Huu... hwaaaang... it huuuurts!"
She finally burst into childlike sobs.
'Such a wimp.'
One more thing: Switch or hand—which hurts more? Answer: switch. Obvious. Human hands, even firm ones, are flesh and muscle that cushion the blow. But a switch offers no such mercy—100% rigid, delivering full impact unfiltered.
So why was Julia suffering more from hand-spanks?
'Simple. Hands feel more humiliating.'
For an adult to get her ass slapped by hand was deeply shameful. She was probably crying more from embarrassment than pain. Getting spanked like a kid in front of her lady's attendants—who wouldn't feel humiliated? Of course, some got aroused by the shame and pain of childlike punishment. That's why I preferred hands.
Crack! Slap! Smack! Slap!
"Hwaaaang! Uwaaaang!"
She'd given up counting, just sobbing now. As if comparing whose noise—my smacks or her cries—was louder.
'This won't do. Too much resistance.'
She'd clearly forgotten the experiment, thrashing like she wanted to escape. One wrong move, and she might really get hurt if I dropped her. So, brazenly, I plopped down beside Helena. I draped Julia over my lap, pinning her legs with mine. Left hand pressing her waist to keep her down.
Slap! Slap! Crack!
I spanked the immobilized Julia without mercy. What bouncy ass. Even after all this, it pushed back against my hand. This was prime spanking ass—optimized for the thrill.
'Ah, this is it! This vibe, this setup!'
At some point, I'd shifted from punishment to my old playboy days. Coming to, I realized I was rock-hard, cock throbbing like it might burst.
'Time to stop.'
Julia was clueless amid her flailing, but I hadn't expected to get this aroused myself. If this were a club junior instead, I'd have face-planted her into the sofa and pounded her doggy-style like a beast.
'I want to...'
Julia's ass, flushed bright red. The urge to thrust into it crept up. To slam my hips into that hypersensitive, stinging flesh and crush it mercilessly. To turn Julia into my personal onahole, a cum dump!
"W-wait!"
Julia's whimpering voice suddenly cleared.
"Stop! Please stop now!"
"Stop what? No."
"No! That's not it! I'm really begging you to stop!"
"Huh? Even after all that, you're still...?"
"It's not that! I'll apologize sincerely, and take more later, so please! Just stop now!"
No way. Crack! The moment I swung full force—
It burned. Something hot trickled down my hand. My pants grew warm too, and Julia's body went limp.
"Ah... aaa..."
Her despairing moan. Releasing her in shock, I felt awkward seeing Julia's accident.
'Right. The classic newbie femkie mistake...'
It happened sometimes. Exceeding tolerance led to loss of control and wetting. Some loved it, sure! But not Julia right now.
"Too much... I was really in danger..."
I stared at the urine on my hand, then reached toward her crotch.
"Nngh...!"
Lightly stroking her pussy, it was hard to tell amid the urine, but there was a hint of stickiness.
'Hmm, not sure from this.'
Observing like a researcher, Helena lightly grabbed my wrist.
"That's enough."
Oh, right. Helena and Sena were here? I'd tuned them out so completely, it felt like they weren't.
"Overdid it. We'll stop here."
I gently rubbed Julia's limp, sniffling ass.
"Ha-ut!"
"And don't forget what you said earlier."
What? Julia started to ask, but seemed to have forgotten her own words. Me? I'm the picky type. Even the tiniest slip of the tongue—