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🕑 Added 2025-03-29 04:34:19 +0000 UTCEP.57 Pussy Spanking Punishment
Heo Seong-ah returned to the special livestock facility and entered the physical therapy room first.
Released from her restraints, she opened her eyes to see various disciplinary tools on the wall, and her body trembled as memories of the previous day's trauma resurfaced.
"B62, dinner will be skipped today. The 'assistant training' scheduled after dinner will also be skipped."
"Yes..."
"Punishment will begin now and continue until bedtime. If you have any complaints, speak up now."
"Huuu..."
Complaints?
There were countless ones she could mention all day.
But how could she express them?
"... None."
"Understood."
Heo Seong-ah maintained a submissive attitude, closing her eyes tightly.
Tears welled up, but she took deep breaths to calm herself.
As a powerless livestock, it was wise to appease the manager.
"Very well. I'll take it as a sign that B62 is reflecting on her mistakes."
"Thank you, Manager..."
"Then let's prepare for the 'first' punishment."
"Yes? Yes..."
Had she misheard?
The phrase "first punishment" grated on her ears.
How many punishments would she receive?
"B62, sit here and wait quietly. Begin."
"Yes, Manager..."
The manager pointed to a chair similar to a gynecological examination chair.
The difference was that it could adjust the leg angle freely up to 180 degrees and adjust the headrest vertically.
"Restraints will be applied."
"Yes..."
The manager securely restrained Heo Seong-ah's ankles.
Her thighs and pelvis were also tied, leaving her unable to move her legs except for wiggling her toes.
Next, rubber belts were used to firmly secure her waist and shoulders.
For some reason, her hands were left free.
"Restraints are complete. Your legs might hurt a bit; just endure it."
"Yes...?"
Creak, creak—
"Kkuuuhuuu!!"
As the manager pressed a button, the leg restraints slowly spread apart.
"Aaah! Kkaaah!!"
Heo Seong-ah was relatively flexible, but as her legs were stretched to 180 degrees, she felt a pain like her muscles were tearing.
Her thigh muscles were visibly stretched like rubber bands.
"Kkuuueuuu!!"
The pain was excruciating, but after a few minutes, she became numb.
As she gritted her teeth and suppressed her screams, the manager prepared something else.
He brought a leather riding whip and a small container resembling a paint can.
"B62, punishment will begin now."
"Yes, Manager..."
The manager lightly swung the whip, releasing his grip.
In this position, he couldn't hit her buttocks, so perhaps he would strike her breasts, abdomen, thighs, or soles?
Heo Seong-ah worried about enduring the pain and opened her eyes.
"Eh?"
Contrary to her expectations...
The manager's whip gently rose over her pussy.
"Huuu...?"
Tap—tap—
The manager lightly tapped around her vagina, positioning the whip on the upper part of her vulva, right above the clitoris.
"Ah, haah..."
"B62, why? Don't you like it?"
"Huuu..."
She couldn't say she disliked it, hated it, or was scared.
"B62, since your mistakes were all because of your pussy, I think punishing it is the most effective."
"Huuu...!"
Tap—tap—
The gentle impact of the whip made her waist shiver.
Even the light taps caused a stinging pain; she couldn't imagine how much it would hurt if struck harder.
Despite the situation, her stimulated pussy secreted love juices, sticking to her thighs as if anticipating the blows.
"I'll hit you even if you don't ask for it."
"Huuu..."
"Now, how many times do you think you should be hit?"
"Yes...?"
The manager asked her to decide the number of blows for her punishment.
It was a daunting question.
She didn't think she had done anything seriously wrong...
But she was asked to determine the number of blows for that wrongdoing?
"That's..."
"If the number you say is less than what I think is appropriate, I'll increase it tenfold because I'll assume you're not reflecting properly."
"Huuu...!"
Heo Seong-ah had considered saying ten or twenty, but she hesitated and closed her mouth.
"B62, I'm not very patient, and I'm quite angry today because of you. Don't waste time like a fool; answer quickly."
"Huuu..."
The manager's hand tightened around the whip.
"Black..."
Ten blows... would that be enough?
No, maybe it's too little?
Twenty blows... would that be better? But twenty might be too many...
"B62, if you don't answer now, I'll keep hitting until your pussy bleeds. Understand?"
"Fifty... fifty blows!"
Heo Seong-ah had increased the number from ten to twenty to thirty, finally settling on fifty.
If she said it was insufficient, what should she do?
She looked at the manager with a mix of worry and fear.
"Fifty blows?"
The manager smiled.
"B62, I'll ask again. Will you take fifty blows? Will that be enough for you to reflect?"
"Huuu..."
What was the manager's intention?
Was fifty blows still too little?
"Then... sixty blows..."
"Pu-ha-ha!!"
The manager laughed at Heo Seong-ah's hesitation.
"B62, this is your last chance. Will you take sixty blows?"
"Huuu... Hhuu..."
How many more times did he plan to hit her?
If she said sixty and it was less than the manager thought, she would receive ten times that amount—600 blows.
Seventy... or a hundred?
Should she simply say a hundred?
She wasn't sure.
"I'll take a hundred blows..."
Heo Seong-ah closed her eyes and said the highest number she could think of.
It was more than three times the thirty she initially considered.
"B62, will you take a hundred blows?"
"Yes..."
She didn't want to increase the number further.
"Very well. Excellent, B62."
The manager smiled with a somewhat unpleasant expression.
"I like your reflective attitude. You're willing to take twenty times more than I thought."
"Yes... eh?"
What did that mean?
Heo Seong-ah was so surprised that she lost her words.
"I thought five blows would be enough. I gave you another chance because you said thirty at first, thinking it was too much. But you kept increasing the number... Pu-ha-ha, I'm sorry."
Heo Seong-ah seemed to understand why the manager laughed.
"It can't be..."
The manager hadn't given her another chance because the number was too low; it was because it was too high...
And she didn't realize this until she had to take a hundred blows?
"Shireo... Huuu..."
If only she had stopped at ten...
Now it was too late for regrets.
"B62, don't feel wronged. This is the weight of your own chosen punishment."
"Huuu... Hhuu..."
The whip's edge gently stroked her pussy.
"I think you chose this because you've never been spanked on your pussy before."
The manager thought five blows would be sufficient.
Just five blows would make anyone scream and cry.
Once a livestock experiences the pain of a pussy spanking, they never repeat the same mistake again.
"Poor thing..."
Five blows.
Exactly five.
That was what the manager thought would be appropriate for Heo Seong-ah's punishment...
"You should accept the consequences of your choice."
"Huuu..."
The whip stroking her pussy rose towards the ceiling and came down in an arc at high speed...
Thwack—
It wrapped around Heo Seong-ah's restrained pussy.
"Hik!"
She screamed as she was hit, biting her lip tightly.
Unable to bear the spreading pain, she reached down with both hands to rub her pussy.
"Kkaaah! Haah, kkuu...!"
Even just one blow was incredibly painful.
This was a horrific torture, not just a punishment.
"B62."
"Huuu... Hhuu..."
"B62!!"
"Yes...!"
The manager demanded a response while shouting.
"Do you know why I restrained your body but left your hands free?"
"Huuu... Hhuu... Haah... I don't know..."
"It's simple. Just hitting isn't fun. Every time you touch your pussy, I'll add one more blow. Understand?"
"Huuu..."
Her pussy felt like it was on fire, and she couldn't bear not touching it...
She nodded silently at the manager's cruel command.
"And..."
It wasn't over yet.
