18-172

EP.172 Repetitive Training 

Creak, creeeak  

Someone’s footsteps came down the stairs. 

Drooling and spacing out, Heo Seong-ah quickly snapped awake and adjusted her posture. 

"Huuuk..." 

"Did you behave, pussy~?" 

Jun-ha, opening the door and coming down into the basement, was carrying a box as large as his own body. 

For some reason, his smiling face looked ominously cheerful. 

"Pussy, do you know what this is?" 

"W-what is it, Master..?" 

"It's what I ordered yesterday~ I begged them to send it fast and it got delivered today! Korean delivery is great." 

"Ah..." 

Now, Jun-ha could torment Heo Seong-ah however he pleased. 

Feeling the thrill of anticipation he’d long awaited, his expression twisted into a sly, perverse grin. 

"Nice~ You like that too, right, pussy?" 

"Huuuk, yes..." 

Unlike her master, who was delighted, Heo Seong-ah’s face was dark and gloomy. 

"Don’t worry. I won’t use everything at once... but I am going to use the anal plug and urethral plug. But before that, we need to go over the basics again, right?" 

Opening the box and digging through it, Jun-ha pulled out something wrapped in plastic. 

It was a riding crop, commonly used in SM play, and he’d chosen the most expensive one. 

It had a comfortable grip and a thin rod with a flat, square leather tip dangling from the end. 

It was flexible, delivering strong impact with little effort. 

"Want to try a hit?" 

"Ah, uh... no..." 

She’d been hit many times with riding crops at the communal facility. 

She remembered just one strike could make her cry and flail in agony. 

It was a tool for disciplining animals horses, cows, pigs not really for hitting people... 

"Why not? Every time you disobey, you’ll get more of this." 

"Ah, M-Master..." 

CRACK  

"Kyaaaak!!" 

Jun-ha playfully flicked his wrist. 

The crop cracked in a smooth arc, landing on Heo Seong-ah’s thigh. 

"Auuh... seeuh... haua..." 

The spot swelled up as red as the shape of the leather tip. 

Since the surface was small, all the pain was concentrated in a single point, making it immeasurably worse than the cane or kayak paddle. 

"Huuuk..." 

She twisted her hands, bound behind her back, and swallowed a moan. 

"Hurts?" 

"Y-yes..." 

"Of course it does." 

With a chuckle, Jun-ha taunted her. 

"I like the riding crop most. The narrow tip lets me hit anywhere I want, you know?" 

He traced the crop’s tip across her cheek. 

It trembled slightly, as if he’d smack her any second. 

"Huuuk..." 

Goosebumps prickled her skin as she trembled, biting her lip. 

"I can hit anywhere with this." 

The crop brushed from her cheek down the curve of her face, then to her shoulder, along her collarbone, tapped a nipple atop her breast, then slid down her belly and side, and snaked between her thighs. 

"Ah... auu..." 

The final stop was a woman’s most precious area. 

Jun-ha stood the crop upright and rubbed it directly against Heo Seong-ah’s vagina. 

"Huuuuuk..!" 

"You even react to this? You really are a pussy like your name. Pfft." 

A chill of dread ran down her spine far more fear than pleasure. 

"Understand now? If you don’t behave, I’ll beat the hell out of that pussy with this." 

"Ah, auh... Maaaaster..." 

"Don’t worry. If you do well, you won’t have to suffer. Instead of whining and begging every day, think about how you can avoid punishment. Got it, pussy?" 

"Huuuk, yes, Master..." 

Not a word of it was wrong. 

If she put in real effort and pleased her master, the pain would end. 

"I’ll work hard from now on, Master..." 

"Good, pussy." 

Still kneeling, Heo Seong-ah lowered her head to the floor in a naked dogeza. 

She reaffirmed her commitment to her master. 

Escape? 

Betrayal? 

Suicide? 

She didn’t really know anymore. 

Maybe accepting reality and choosing obedience was the best option. 

"Oh, by the way..." 

"Yes, Master." 

"Were you keeping the right posture?" 

"Huh...? Yes." 

Not knowing why he asked, she quickly nodded. 

"Really?" 

"Yes!! I really was kneeling the whole time!" 

With a skeptical look, Jun-ha stroked his chin, feeling the bristle of his unshaven beard. 

"No, you probably slacked off while I was gone. I bet you snapped back to kneeling as soon as you heard me coming down." 

"N-no... that’s not true..." 

He swung the crop confidently in the air. 

Was his suspicion just because he didn’t trust a livestock like her? 

"Huuuk..." 

Regaining lost trust is nearly impossible. 

Filled with regret, Heo Seong-ah began to cry. 

"No? Really not?" 

"Huuuk... honestly... I was waiting for you, kneeling the whole time... huuuk..." 

It was so unfair she thought she’d go mad. 

But it seemed no matter what she said, Jun-ha wouldn’t believe her. 

"Hey, pussy. Crying and sniveling does nothing, you know that?" 

"Huuuk... huuk..!! Yeees..." 

"So, do you have any proof?" 

"Wha...?" 

"Proof that you were really kneeling calmly." 

"Ah... uuh... th-there isn’t..." 

Proof? 

Of course not. She’d been locked alone in the basement the whole time. 

"See? You’ve got no proof so if you just claim things, how am I supposed to believe you?" 

"Ah, no, Master... that’s..." 

"Guess you have to be punished, huh?" 

"Huuuk..!" 

The crop’s tip touched her cheek. 

"Grit your teeth." 

"Kkuhuk..!" 

Could she endure it? 

She didn’t know. 

She was terrified she’d get a scar on her face. 

"Ready?" 

"Khuuuk..!" 

Jun-ha swung his arm wide and just as the crop was about to strike, he stopped. 

"Pfft... Puhaha! Just kidding, pussy. Did you really think I’d hit you with this?" 

"Ah... auh..." 

"I’m not sure if you kept kneeling or not, but I’ll let it go because I trust you." 

"Th-thank you, Master..." 

She bowed deeply to the floor in another naked dogeza. 

"Now, from today, we’ll repeat your daily routine." 

"Yes, Master." 

"Wipe those tears and smile." 

"Yes..!" 

With just a word, she forced a foolish smile. 

If she didn’t have to suffer pain, she was happy to be a clown for him. 

"Puhaha! That dumb-looking face really suits you, you know." 

"Thank you, Master... hehe." 

"Then let’s begin training." 

Jun-ha’s face grew serious again as he swung the crop through the air with a threatening swish. 

"Hey, pussy. You remember what’s written in the notebook, right?" 

"Yes..!" 

"If you lie and I find out, you’re dead you understand? If you don’t know, say so now." 

"Ah, auh... I know! I remember it all!" 

"Wow, you really are an honor student pussy." 

The content was simple it could be memorized after reading several times. 

She didn’t have it perfectly in her head, but she remembered enough. 

"Shall I quiz you?" 

"Yes, Master." 

"On page five, third sentence, what’s the seventh character?" 

"Eh..." 

It was an absurd question impossible to answer even if you memorized the whole book. 

"You don’t know? That means you get punished, huh?" 

"Ah, M-master... this is too..." 

"Why, you getting pissed? Thinking of rebelling just because it’s unfair?" 

"N-nooo! I’m happy! Hehe!!" 

"Right?" 

Quickly switching her attitude, Heo Seong-ah clung to his leg, acting cute. 

"Then you get punished, right?" 

"Huuuk, yes..." 

"Apologize first." 

Again, the humiliating apology in the rear-entry position, spreading herself wide open and tossing aside all dignity as a woman. 

"Sorry for being arrogant, Master..." 

"Good. I’ll forgive you, now kneel properly." 

"Yes..!" 

He’d only meant to tease her from the beginning, not actually hit her. 

With a serious look, Jun-ha continued. 

"From now on, these are real questions. If you get them wrong, the pain will be real, so be careful, pussy." 

"Yes, Master..." 

"So your daily routine starts now. What’s the first thing you’re supposed to do?" 

Each day, first  

"I get up before Master… so I have to wake you." 

"Hmm, that’s right, but I mean what’s on your schedule. Try again." 

"Ah... auh..." 

The schedule. 

What came first? 

"Don’t remember? Be honest." 

"N-no... I know...! Wait..." 

Her memory foggy, she glanced at Master for a hint spotted a pee pad on the floor. 

"Ah! Poop… elimination! I relieve myself, then eat...!" 

"Right. You remembered well." 

Jun-ha showed a bittersweet smile, disappointed he couldn’t hit her. 

"Every morning after waking up, it’s elimination and breakfast. Then straight into training. In the evening, another meal and elimination, punishment, then sleep. Simple, right?" 

"Yes, Master!" 

"So, about your morning elimination… but you don’t even have to pee or poop, right? We’ll just skip it for now." 

"Okay..." 

She hadn’t eaten, so there was nothing to come out. 

She’d been starving so long her stomach was nearly flat. 

Even if she wanted food, all she’d get was liquid feed, or pee and semen. 

"And as for your meal... seeing the way you act, I don’t even feel like feeding you." 

"Ah... th-that’s fine... I’ll just starve..." 

She’d rather go hungry than force down the semen again. 

"Really? Who said you could?" 

"Yes..?" 

Thoughtlessly saying so annoyed Jun-ha.