Riser
patreon
18-170
🕑 Added 2025-06-14 19:54:22 +0000 UTCEP.170 Continuation of Punishment
About two hours had passed since the corporal punishment began.
Jun-ha threw aside the kayak paddle and shook his numb arm, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Whew... I'm tired."
"Ahuh... uuuk..."
Her buttocks, now swollen to twice their usual size, flinched at even the faintest stimulus. Whether it was a side effect of being soaked in aphrodisiac, or not, no matter how much she was beaten, her senses never dulled she felt the pain fully every time. After screaming so much her mouth was torn, Heo Seong-ah’s voice was hoarse, and she whimpered, her body limp and exhausted.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Master, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
Her lips, puckered like a child’s, repeated the same words in a dying voice over and over.
"Alright. I get it, pussy. You held out this long; I guess you deserve some recognition?"
With a smile, Jun-ha squeezed her buttocks tightly.
"Ah... aaaaaaaaaah!!"
They were taut on the surface like a shell, but inside felt as soft as a water balloon.
"You're such a drama queen."
He felt no need to sympathize with her pain.
Fundamentally, it was punishment for Heo Seong-ah’s own wrongdoing.
"Kkuuuuk..."
"Stay still, pussy."
Jun-ha nonchalantly said it wasn’t serious since there were no wounds deep enough to bleed. He grabbed a pair of scissors and cut all the ropes binding Heo Seong-ah’s body.
She slumped to the floor, but her butt hurt so much that she rolled onto her side.
Of course, for livestock, lying on the floor and resting without the master's permission was unthinkable.
"Get up, pussy. Unless you want to die."
Jun-ha tapped her on the head with his toe.
"Get up" was an order. Who knew what punishment would come if she didn’t obey?
"Kkuuuuk..."
She tried to extend her legs and stand, but lacked the strength and collapsed to the floor.
"Haa... ugh..."
No wonder her muscles were painfully stretched after struggling tied to the pillar for two hours.
"Oh? Not getting up? Trying to slack off again?"
"M... Master..."
"Why can't you?"
"Uuh..."
Saying she couldn't, or that she was unable, were words that shouldn’t come out of her mouth anymore. Unable to answer, Heo Seong-ah bit her lip and bowed her head.
"Answer me. Can’t do it?"
"Huuu..."
"Haa, pussy. Do you want more punishment for something so trivial? Just answer honestly."
She wasn’t refusing or rebelling she just physically couldn’t stand because her arms and legs had no strength. Jun-ha knew her condition, so he was only confirming.
"Hicc..."
Still...
A single wrong answer had caused her so much pain that she was afraid to speak. Heo Seong-ah still kept her mouth shut, and that weakness provoked her master's anger.
"Haa, did I teach you wrong?"
This is why overwhelming fear as a teaching method is pointless. Sometimes, a gentle hand is needed, but with her so terrified, there was nothing else to do.
"Haa..."
With a sigh and a scratch of his head, Jun-ha took a wooden stick from the pile of spanking tools by the door.
It was a straight branch about 2 meters long he’d found while walking near the woods. Seemingly sturdy and flexible, he’d brought it home thinking it might be useful never imagining it would be used like this.
Swish
"Huuk..."
The menacing sound of it cutting through the air stoked her fear of punishment.
"Pussy, come here."
Jun-ha squatted and spread his arms, calling her.
If fear of violence made her hesitate, then harsher violence would solve the issue.
"Huuu..."
Heo Seong-ah, her limbs weak, crawled slowly toward her master, trembling with fear as she had no idea what kind of punishment awaited her.
"Pussy, I’ll say it again: if you don’t do wrong, I won’t punish you."
"Yes... Master..."
He made it clear that receiving painful punishment was entirely because of her own mistakes.
"Now, what was your mistake? Tell me, pussy."
"Uh... um... Master told me to get up, but I didn’t..."
"Right. Why couldn’t you?"
"Because... huuk, my arms and legs have no strength... it hurts..."
"That’s right. You just need to say the truth, right?"
Smiling gently, Jun-ha stroked her head.
"That’s all it takes."
"Yes... Master..."
Seeing her master’s smiling face made Heo Seong-ah smile a little too.
But his next words made her expression freeze instantly.
"So how many hits should you get?"
"Hicc! Y-yes..?"
"I feel like I've said this over and over: if you do wrong, you must always receive punishment. If you keep feeling pain... you’ll hate it and try harder, right, pussy?"
"Hicc... huuuuuk..."
She learned again that mistake and punishment always came as a pair.
There was never any letting things slide.
"Okay, pussy. I’ll teach you step by step from the beginning."
"Huuk..."
Jun-ha pointed to the basement door with the end of his wooden stick.
"When you do something wrong, you must first apologize to me, then bring the tool you’ll be punished with in your mouth."
"Yes... Master..."
"And then, bow your head to me, tell me where and how many times you’ll be hit. If I think the number is too small, I’ll hit you ten times as much, so think carefully."
"Huuk..."
Ultimately, the master decides the standard for punishment.
From the start, the livestock’s opinion never really mattered.
"Got it now?"
"Yes... Master..."
"So, where do you want to get hit? How many times?"
"Hicc..!"
Jun-ha smiled, tapping the floor with the stick.
Depending on Heo Seong-ah’s answer, his expression would change completely.
"Ah... auh... my butt...! T-ten times..."
"Really? That many?"
"Y-yes..?"
"For such a trivial mistake failing to stand because your legs hurt I was going to let it go with just one hit, but now you’re volunteering for ten?"
"Hicc..!"
Realizing she’d chosen poorly, Heo Seong-ah trembled, her head bowed.
She knew it was already too late for regrets, but she still opened her mouth, about to plead by habit.
But Jun-ha ignored her, playing dumb, and gave a cold order.
"Stick your butt out. And do what you’re supposed to before punishment."
Whenever she did wrong, the first thing was to apologize to her master.
"Uuuh..."
Heo Seong-ah knelt facing away, feeling the sting of her bruised butt pressed against her heels.
She bowed her head low toward empty space, then lifted her lower body in a rear-entry position, reaching down to spread her pussy wide open with both hands.
"I’m sorry... Forgive me, Master..."
As if she were a ventriloquist, her pussy twitched open and shut with each word she spoke.
"Puh! Puhaha!"
Jun-ha doubled over in laughter, clutching his belly.
No matter how often he saw it, it was always a ridiculous and amusing pose.
"Uuuh..."
Feeling humiliated as a subject of ridicule, Heo Seong-ah squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could die on the spot.
"Hey, pussy. Just stay like that."
"Yes...?"
"Your butt must hurt like hell. If you take ten more, it’ll really split open and you’ll be suffering for months, you know?"
"Uuuh..."
Could it be he was going to let her off without punishment?
She desperately hoped so, but as she saw her master rise with the stick in hand, she only felt crushing despair.
"Hold still."
Jun-ha set the stick upright, aiming it between her spread pussy and anus.
"Uh... auh..?"
"I told you not to move, didn’t I?"
Without realizing, Heo Seong-ah twisted her hips slightly.
The sensation of the stick burrowing between her butt cheeks was unbearable.
"Pussy, I said twice don’t move."
"Huuk..."
With a single forceful command, her body froze.
"Where do you want to get hit? Anus? Pussy? You pick. I’m giving you special treatment."
"Huuk..."
If it’s “special treatment”… surely there are plenty of other options soles, thighs, back, palms...
"Huuk..."
"Hurry up and pick."
Anus or pussy?
Both were the worst possible choices.
If he struck either too hard, a sensitive spot could be seriously damaged by that blunt wooden stick.
"Haa... Master..."
"Why? Can’t choose? Then take both."
Thwack
"Ack!"
The stick came down hard on her pussy, which she was holding open, slapping the sensitive inner flesh.
"Kkhah..."
Heo Seong-ah felt an unfamiliar pain for the first time in her life.
Thwack
"Auuuk!!"
This time, the stick was angled and struck into her anal cleft, causing a sharp, stinging pain like having hair ripped out.
"Uuuuh..."
It wasn’t agony enough to make her scream, but it was a terrifying pain she never wanted to feel again.
The anus and pussy were precious organs.
If they were ever damaged, she felt she might never recover.
That primal fear made her newly aware of the seriousness of punishment.
"Huuu... uuu..."
"So, where do you want to be hit? Should I hit your pussy, as befits your name?"
"N-no..! Anus! Please hit my anus!"
If she had to pick, the anus was the less vital of the two.
"Alright, then I'll hit your pussy~"
"Eh..?"
Sadly, Jun-ha never intended to grant her wish from the start.
