“This is no laughing matter. When the situation arises, you might not remember. Do you understand what it means to forget the safety word? No matter what you say, I won’t stop. Even if you cry and struggle in agony, I’ll consider it part of the play and continue. Do you find that amusing?”
“…”
I closed my mouth. So, this was it, I vaguely thought. It was the faint outline of the world he had known and lived in.
Han Team Leader brushed back his bangs covering his eyes. He held my gaze as I tried to avoid his hidden black pupils.
“Anything else to say?”
“…No.”
“Then get up.”
As I answered, I saw his eyes simmering with heat as if ready to engulf me. My body trembled as if shocked. Simultaneously, he roughly grabbed my arm and pulled me up. His fingers dug into my wrist so hard it left a bruise.
Thinking I was going up the stairs to the second floor, I stumbled past the staircase. With quick strides, he led me to a room that wasn’t the bathroom but the study.
Pushing me into the room, he closed the door. The lock clicked shut. Even though there was no one to come to my rescue outside, I felt a sense of unease creeping up to my throat as I stared at the closed door.
It was the first time I had seen the inside of the study. He hadn’t opened the study door even when he showed me around the house for the first time, and I hadn’t bothered to open it when he wasn’t around. The glimpses I had of it were just fleeting, like when he came out with documents or grabbed his bag.
Now, the room’s interior, like the living room, had an air of formality. Familiar book spines lined the shelves tightly against the wall. Other than that, there was only one cabinet and the large desk and chair by the window. The desk was made of dark wood that seemed to have been cut from a single piece of thick timber. There were no papers or books on it, just clean and empty.
While I was left to wander the room, he cleared the chair at the desk. He drew the curtains tightly shut and turned on the yellow light on the ceiling and the desk lamp. The dimly lit room was now filled with a yellowish and gloomy light.
Han Team Leader turned his head, scanning me with indifferent eyes. Without taking his eyes off me, he slowly unbuttoned the sleeves of his white shirt, rolling them up to his elbows. My mouth went dry, and I clenched it shut. He clenched and unclenched his right hand slowly. Veins protruded on his thick forearm. It felt like my stomach was flipping upside down, even to the point where it churned into a dark place. I thought dully.
Oh, this is bad.
I sensed that I had crossed a line. Once again, I had walked here on my own. The consequences were entirely mine.
He glanced at me while unbuttoning the shirt collar around his neck with a detached air.
“Stand there. Spread your legs.”
“……”
“Bend over and come here. Let’s see if you prepared properly.”
A fever rose in my ears. I couldn’t even answer as I nervously unfastened my pants buckle with trembling fingertips. Hesitating, I pulled down my pants along with my underwear. The underwear, caught on my numb knees, slid down to my ankles. I bent over, fumbling to free my two feet and then removed my socks.
He watched silently as I struggled, then gestured towards the desk.
“Hold onto it. Spread your legs wider.”
“……”
With the shirt length that didn’t cover up to my thighs, nothing was hidden. I stood in front of the desk, feeling paralyzed. Gripping the thick edge, I pushed my trembling hips back slightly. He tapped my ankle with his toe.
“You need to spread them wider.”
“……”
He grabbed my back with one hand, opening the gap between my buttocks. He pressed his fingertips against the stinging entrance. I barely held my breath. I closed my eyes tightly. The stiff fingers, which had only barely penetrated the tight entrance, retreated.
With a slap, an unrelenting blow landed on my buttocks. There was a loud noise, and then the stinging pain came. He grabbed my waist as I instinctively hunched forward in pain, pulling my body back into position.
“Ugh…”
“Maintain your posture and relax your strength. If you can’t handle a single finger, it’s your own responsibility if it tears.”
His voice was devoid of any warmth. I breathed unevenly, gripping the desk with force. He squeezed the flesh of my buttocks, wetting the creases with his fingers. Slowly, as if fitting into a tight space, the stiff fingers pressed into the hardened entrance again.
Pressing my sweaty palms against the desk, I tried to release the tension in my back. He didn’t show any mercy and forcefully pushed his swollen fingers all the way in. Even after his knuckles hit my buttocks, he rotated them as if he intended to push them in further. The fear that couldn’t be expressed turned into a lump in my throat, stifling me. I blinked away tears and made no sound.
With a dry sound, his fingers withdrew. Grabbing a tissue from the side, he wiped his swollen fingers and asked in a monotonous voice, “Shouldn’t you be punished now?”
“…”
“I’ll make sure you won’t be able to sit properly for days. You won’t dare to challenge me with play or sex in the future, will you?”
I struggled to breathe. My heart was pounding wildly. As I bit my trembling lips, he opened the drawer above the cabinet and gestured behind him.
“Assume the position.”
“……”
“Extend your buttocks back, and grip the desk properly. If your posture slackens, I’ll start over.”
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As soon as I understood, everything went dark. Words burst out like tears. “That, that’s, Team Leader, I…”
“Quiet.”
He interrupted, furrowing his brows. I didn’t even notice my hand had slipped from the desk. I took a few steps back unsteadily. My knees were trembling so much I almost fell over.
Han Team Leader raised an eyebrow. He spat out each word standing next to the desk. “Come here. Don’t you want to survive here?”
“I, I don’t want to, I…”
“Touch your hands before doubling it up. No more warnings.”
I was foolish to think that at most, I would be slapped with a palm. I tried to recall the tools in the closet, but I hadn’t imagined anything like this. My mind burned with shame, and my vision blurred. He spoke slowly as he watched my face.
“It seems a bit early for tears.”
I reluctantly pressed my body against the desk again. Gripping the hard edge with sweaty palms, I adjusted my posture, as he pointed out. I spread my legs and bent my waist as before. Something hard and cold touched my trembling buttocks. He slowly rubbed the plastic rod against my bare skin.
It felt sharp as if the edge was cutting into me. Each time it grazed downward, I swallowed my voice. The surface of the thin plastic was smooth and cold. The sensation of touch was eerie. And then it was withdrawn. It was an endless, taut silence.
Then, unexpectedly, he lowered his arm abruptly, and there was a loud thud. The sound came first, then my body shook violently. I exhaled, forgetting to hold back. Ah…? I vaguely thought through the fear. It stung and tingled, but it wasn’t as painful as I had feared.
Slap, another blow fell. It stung but was bearable. As the fear that had obscured my vision began to recede, I vividly pictured myself bending over his desk with only my bottom exposed, like a photograph. Shame overwhelmed me, and tears flowed.
“Don’t make a sound.”
He instructed as he held my waist, lifting my buttocks again. With a thud, the rod struck harder this time. The area that was hit stung fiercely. It was tingling and hot, and I wanted to reach back and touch it. I gripped the desk tightly, my forehead damp with sweat. As the raised buttocks were hit again with a slap, I felt the flesh tremble as if crushed. The stinging pain piled up layer by layer.
He paused, rolled up his sleeves once more, and stood by the desk, aiming the rod at my buttocks before striking it fiercely. Without giving me a chance to rest, three strikes followed in succession. I swallowed my voice as I bit my lips and glanced at my forehead, which had become damp on the desk. Despite that, I pushed my buttocks back, blaming myself for the sloppy posture.
He watched indifferently as he said, “Does it hurt a lot?”
“Ugh, ah…”
“Would it feel better if I touched it?”
“Uh, ugh… that…”
He wrapped his hand around my swollen buttocks. He gently and slowly rubbed the swollen area. My mind was tangled up. Cold and hot shivers ran down my spine. As I leaned forward onto the desk, my posture became disheveled. With a slap, he mercilessly struck my buttocks with his large palm. Ah, a gasp escaped from my throat.
“If you don’t fix your posture, I’ll insert a vibrator and spank you from behind.”
My legs wouldn’t obey. “M-my knees, they keep…” I stuttered, but he replied sharply.
“Just put more effort into it. Why are you making excuses? I’ll hit you fifty times more. If you endure well, I’ll finish it.”
“I-It hurts so…” I trailed off.
“I’m hitting because it hurts. How do you expect to play with me if you can’t even endure this much?”
As an addition, he inserted his palm between my spread legs. Like scratching an itch, his hand passed over my damp testicles, rolling them with his palm, and gripped beneath my genitals.
“Ah!”
“It turns you on to be hit, huh?”
“Ugh, euh, uh! Please, s-stop-.”
“Your buttocks are bright red and swollen, yet you seem to enjoy it. Do you understand your current state?”
The hand, pressing against my genitals as if to explode them, fell without hesitation. I instinctively leaned forward, exhaling heavily. Driven by thirst, I rubbed the erect pillar firmly against the surface of the desk. Crack, without delay, he harshly struck down on my buttocks. The intense pain spreading from the hit area made my vision blurry.
“Ugh, ugh.”
“Lee Seodan, it seems you need to learn some manners if you want to play with me.”
His palm was slippery with sweat. I gripped the desk tightly, suppressing my cries. He lightly swept his hand over my exposed buttocks. The cold plastic grazed and then fell. And then, without fail, the spanking followed. The stinging and tingling sensations piled up like hills.
Around the twentieth hit, I burst into tears. Unconsciously, I sobbed. I felt like I was dying. As he grazed my buttocks with the hot plastic edge, he casually replied.
“You mustn’t die. Where does it hurt? Here?”
“Ugh, uh!”
He gripped the bright red, swollen buttocks tightly. He wiped the sweat-soaked back with his palm and pressed his lips against my damp nape. Each time his skin touched mine, I whimpered. My entire body felt hot and sensitive, as if a layer of skin had been peeled off. Gripping the buttocks tightly, he pressed down so firmly that it seemed to burn, making it feel like a part of the body was not mine anymore. With a hazy mind, I looked at him and begged as best as I could remember.
“Please, it hurts. I can’t take it anymore…”
Each plea squeezed out of me made my stomach churn. Heat rushed to my cheeks. He chuckled softly.
“Don’t be so dramatic. We’re not even halfway through yet.”
“Ugh, ugh…”
As the spanking continued, I couldn’t bear it anymore. Trembling, I barely maintained my posture, mixing sobs with pleas. I suppressed the tingling sensation. Tears hung from my chin, forming round droplets on the wood. My face, a mess of tears and snot, came to mind as if I had seen it in a mirror.
And then, from a distance, as if observing the situation, I vaguely realized. If I really couldn’t bear it, I would have used the safe word. In the end, it was all theatrics. Though the pain was real, my inability to endure was not.
As I realized this fact, the panic that had overwhelmed me subsided a little. My body felt distant, as if floating. I clung to him as if for dear life, pouring out pleas I wouldn’t have made if I were in my right mind. It was all me, yet it wasn’t me at the same time. My mind burned red, unable to regain clarity.
It felt like I had crossed thirty. When I managed to turn around, my buttocks were covered in red, swollen lines. The flesh trembled with each blow. I couldn’t bear to look anymore, so I turned away, clutching the desk and pleading desperately.
“If you do more… If you do more, I’ll tear apart.”
“Even if you tear apart, there’s nothing I can do about it,” he replied. His voice was low, with a metallic scent. Hazy desire was evident in his gaze. My spine trembled incessantly. I squeezed out my voice, pleading.
“T-then, please touch me, uh, ugh, touch me.”
“Keep your mouth shut and take the punishment.”
With that, he brushed the erect organ, heated from friction, against the engorged flesh. He rubbed it lazily up and down like scratching an itch before striking it down forcefully.
“Ugh!”
“Endure it. Lee Seodan, you need to endure it if you like me.”
“Uh, uh, it hurts, it hurts…”
I put strength into my trembling knees while crying. Two more hits in a row. The sound was too loud. Even though the soundproofing was good, it felt like someone might hear.
He spat out, hitting the already beaten buttocks twice more, forcefully for the third time.
“This makes forty. Ten more to go.”
“Ugh, uh… Uh, uh…”
The tears pooled on the desk. My wet hand trembled as I leaned down, wanting to soothe the stinging and throbbing. Being tied up might have been better.
While I stifled my sobs, he lightly kissed my shoulder, then my nape, and a gentle kiss fell like dewdrops.
“You endure well. We’re almost done.”
“Uh, uh…”
“Put your hands behind your back and spread your buttocks. Make the gap visible. Let’s hit the remaining ten on the hole.”
At first, I couldn’t quite understand his words. The words seemed to mix in my ears. Blinking, I looked at him, and as he rubbed the blade against his raised palm, he gently urged me.
“Spread them.”
“I-I don’t want to, not there…”
“You said it felt like your buttocks were going to tear apart. I was going to hit somewhere else because you asked nicely, so what’s the complaint now?”
It was a tender voice. My vision turned pitch black and gradually reddened. Suppressing my cries, I leaned against the tear and sweat-stained surface of the desk. I turned my sweaty hand backward and lightly touched the edge of my buttocks.
“Ugh!”
Just the touch was painful and stinging. I didn’t dare to press down hard enough with my hand to spread the swollen cheeks on both sides. Tearfully, I looked up at him.
“I can’t spread them, it hurts too much…”
“Stop acting up.”
He completely lost the smile from his face. His cold expression showed no sign of mercy. Fearing, I swallowed the safe word several times in my mind and barely managed to press my palm against the edge where the cane had hit less. With trembling hands, I pressed and pulled sideways.
He roughly approximated the exposed cleft with his fingers. Using sweat as lubricant, he played with the creases as if teasing them. He spread them with his fingers, inserting about a finger’s length and wiggling it gently.
“It’s hot inside.”
He murmured against my ear.
“If you’re this loose from just being hit, how will you manage when I push in?”
“Uh, ugh…”
“Why is it so tight here? Are you resisting already?”
Slowly, he pushed one finger all the way in. He delicately explored the weak inner walls with his finger. I pressed my cheek against the desk and exhaled heavily. It felt like my inner walls were soaked with his firm finger moving slowly back and forth, heating up and sticking to them.
Thirst surged like water. I leaned my hips back, trying to swallow deeper, pressing my body against his palm without making a sound. He withdrew his finger without pushing, as if knowing my plea, and chuckled softly. I couldn’t help but sob, pressing my face against the desk with my burning cheeks.
“Loosen properly. I’ll have to hit you again.”
“Ugh, this hurts, it hurts too much…”
“Shall we finish after ten hits, or should I keep hitting until you fall apart? Move your hands. Where are you going, so disrespectful.”
“Uh, uh… Ugh…”
Struggling to hold back tears, I reluctantly removed my hands. With trembling hands, I spread my buttocks and offered the area that needed to be hit again. Unable to plead, tears streamed down silently. Crack, he aimed mercilessly at the tightly clenched hole and struck without mercy. Crack, crack, crack. There was no break. My trembling body convulsed. Despite biting my lips, cries kept bursting out.
The last three hits were merciless, as if all previous hits had been jokes. Before the sound of the cane hitting the floor could be heard, my knees buckled. Sitting on the floor, I trembled while rubbing the swollen hole with trembling hands. My body felt strange. With labored breaths, my throat choked with sorrow. At the edge of my vision, I saw something lying on the floor pitifully. How could such a horrific punishment tool exist? At the edge of my vision, the daylight streaming through the closed door was captured. Sobs of inexplicable sorrow leaked out.
He grabbed my hair and lifted my bowed head.
His tightly closed lips were visible. Without a word, he roughly pulled me by grabbing my hair. My nose pressed against the crotch of his pants. With each wheezing breath, the pungent smell of flesh invaded my lungs. He unzipped his pants. Like a spring, his organ sprang out and brushed against my wet cheek.
“Open your mouth and suck.”
His voice was low and hoarse. I opened my tear-soaked lips. The swollen glans pressed hard against my lips and pushed into my mouth. It had been so long that I didn’t know what to do. With my mouth wide open, I gagged. I opened my eyes wide and looked up at him.
With a firm grip on my hair, he eagerly thrust his organ. As the reddened glans emerged, saliva dripped like a thread. He stared down at me as I coughed, holding my head with one hand and roughly pushing me between his legs.
“Ugh, ugh!”
The thick object pierced as if to pierce my throat. I clung desperately to his thighs. Every time I tried to resist, he pushed my head forward. He grabbed my lips, spread them with his fingers, and inserted it aggressively with a thud.
A bitter and sour taste filled my mouth. My mouth was filled with saliva overflowing from my chin. I opened my lips and tears streamed down. Every time he slowly withdrew his organ, I swallowed desperately, and with a sluggish tongue, I sucked and licked the long, slender flesh.
It must have been due to lack of oxygen. My field of vision narrowed like a pinhole for survival. The degree of flesh being slowly dilapidated in my mouth, heartbeat, sticky and lewd smell. All the everyday objects disappeared from my senses, leaving only such sensations. Each time the organ was pulled out, I opened my lips and gasped for breath, and when it plunged in, I eagerly wrapped my tongue around it and licked it. Eventually, I couldn’t tell which side I was desperately waiting for.
“Ugh, ugh…”
Slowly, he withdrew the flesh that had penetrated deep into my throat. Unconsciously, I extended my tongue to lick the semen smeared on my wet lips. He pulled my hair while I hung on his thighs, forcibly inserting the thick flesh into my mouth. It was hot. The squelching sound was loud. My mouth was wide open and filled to the brim. Then he grabbed my hair.
With a reddened head, his organ emerged from between my lips.
“Ugh, damn it…”
His breath was also heavy. I widened my lips again with a pale face like a ghost. Turning my head to put the organ in my mouth, I groaned. He recoiled, grabbed my jaw to close my mouth, and jabbed the hard glans into my softened lips.
“Ugh, ugh…”
“If you want to eat, you have to beg more.”
With a dull gaze, he growled softly.
“You cried that you couldn’t do it, why are you resisting so much today?”
“Ugh, ugh… I don’t want… ugh…”
Though he released my jaw, he exerted force on the hand grabbing my hair. Despite my desperate efforts, my lips did not touch the thick rod that swayed before my eyes. My mouth was dry. I groaned while holding his firm thighs and looked up at him.
“Where do you want it?”
“…In… my mouth… ugh…”
I opened my lips and took short breaths. He mercilessly pulled my hair back, making my head tilt back. The large organ stood up fiercely as if sticking to his belly. He grabbed the rod with one hand and aggressively brushed against it. The swollen glans were brought right in front of my red lips and gently touched.
“You have to speak clearly for me to understand.”
“Ugh…”
With a slight toss, the glans brushed against my chin. A pungent and lewd smell. The thick, reddish rod was densely veined. Although I couldn’t properly look at it just a few months ago, now my head boiled with the familiar smell.
The more I thought, the more my stomach trembled, and my ears tingled with warmth. It felt like a resignation about to snap. With a hesitant, paralyzed tongue, I uttered, “Please… do it.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Put it in my mouth…”
The trembling didn’t seem to be from my voice. He asked calmly without batting an eyelash, “Are you confident you can suck it properly if I put it in your mouth?”
“Yeah, uh… yeah.”
