11-7

Chapter 7: Whipping Punishment 

Number Sixteen, as a "senior employee" of the club, had far more experience than fresh newcomers like Liu Yong. Upon receiving instructions, he worked efficiently, not only draining the liquid from Liu Yong's intestines and bladder but also re-administering an enema and bladder wash using specialized solutions according to standard requirements. 

At this point, Liu Yong's physical exhaustion and vulnerability further eroded his mental resistance. His body was limp like a piece of meat, allowing others to manipulate him at will. Later, he even began to find an unusual pleasure in the repeated washing and evacuation, causing his flaccid penis to show signs of erection again. 

Of course, ejaculation was absolutely forbidden, and even simple stimulation was not allowed, as this was one of the most important demonstrations of the master's control over a sex slave. Liu Yong could only watch helplessly as his once-proud, thick penis, which had been praised by countless hookups, now excitedly leaked fluid due to the catheter's movement inside, without even a chance to touch it. In the end, he could only follow behind Number Sixteen out of the cleaning room with his erect penis pointing towards the ceiling. 

In just this short time, the room's layout had changed again. The bed frame previously used to bind Liu Yong had been stored away somewhere, replaced by a trapezoidal platform that appeared to be height-adjustable. Several grooves could be seen on the platform's surface, similar to those in the barrel where Liu Yong had been confined overnight in the cleaning room, presumably for securing training devices. 

Before Liu Yong could see what was on the table beside the platform, the man had already turned around upon hearing footsteps. 

Seeing that Number Sixteen was already standing to the side in the standard stance with hands behind his back, while Liu Yong was still standing dumbfounded at the cleaning room door, seemingly still surveying the room's layout, the man immediately frowned. The cotton rope whip in his hand lashed out like a venomous snake, striking Liu Yong's calf with a loud "crack!" 

"Ah!" 

Liu Yong had no time to dodge. He felt a numbness in his calf, followed by a rapidly spreading intense pain. He immediately cried out, unable to endure it, and crouched down clutching his calf. 

Although there was only a faint red mark on his calf, the pain felt like being burned by flames or cut by knives, almost making him want to roll on the ground. 

Liu Yong suddenly remembered hazily that when the man first ordered him to enter the cleaning room, he was indeed supposed to crawl in. But because of his resistance, it was interrupted, and he hadn't taken it to heart. 

Then came a whole night of enemas, soaking, and training in darkness, causing him to completely forget about this requirement. Could it be that this was actually a long-term order? 

Seeing that Liu Yong had clearly remembered, and noticing the panic and fear on his face due to the threat, the man continued: "Since your memory is poor, I naturally have to teach you again. From now on, in front of your master, crawling on your knees is the correct way to move forward, unless the master specifies otherwise. Do you understand?" 

"Under... understood." Liu Yong watched the whip swaying near him, his whole body trembling, fearing it might strike again, and hurriedly answered. 

"Crack!" 

The man's whip came down again, but this time the target was not the calf, which was difficult to aim at, nor the more resilient back, but Liu Yong's buttocks, which had been soaked and softened, appearing even more firm and full as he knelt. 

The man's whipping technique was highly skilled. Even at such close range, the whip's point of impact was still the tip, where the force was greatest and the effect best. A deep red welt immediately appeared across both buttocks, swelling up high. 

The man was well aware of how strong the effect of this lash was, but he ignored Liu Yong's wails and screams, only continuing to ask coldly: "Yesterday's requirement I only said once, so it's understandable if you forgot. But you've already forgotten what I just taught you - I'm starting to wonder if you're doing this on purpose." 

At this moment, Liu Yong felt as if his buttocks were being repeatedly sliced by a red-hot long knife rather than struck by a whip. The pain was so intense he could barely maintain his kneeling position, only managing to support himself on the ground with his bound hands, tears and cold sweat streaming down in rivulets. 

Hearing the man's question again, his mind suddenly became clear. He immediately knew what the man wanted to hear and, forcing himself to endure the intense pain in his buttocks, loudly answered: "Thank you for your guidance, Master. This lowly slave understands!" 

Seeing Liu Yong's quick understanding, the man didn't reprimand him further. 

Seeing that Liu Yong had truly remembered the standard response when answering the master's questions this time, he patted the two buttocks that were radiating heat due to swelling and blood rush, signaling Liu Yong to stay kneeling. Then he turned to Number Sixteen standing nearby and asked in a deep voice: "The newcomer doesn't know the rules, but you old-timers are practically half-instructors. Didn't you know to help guide him?" 

As he spoke, the man's whip struck the ground once more. Number Sixteen immediately stepped forward to the spot where the whip had landed, lowered his upper body, raised his buttocks, assuming the standard position for receiving punishment, and said loudly: "Number Sixteen didn't consider thoroughly, please punish this slave, Master." 

As the man's personal slave, Number Sixteen naturally had different protocols and standards for addressing and responding compared to "merchandise" like Liu Yong. 

Number Sixteen knew that the master might not truly intend to punish him this time, because once before when he had taken the initiative to remind a new slave, the master's response had been, "Giving instructions without the master's permission? Are you trying to rebel?" 

So no matter what he did, the master would always find something unsatisfactory, ultimately just needing a starting point for training. 

The man lightly flicked the whip across Number Sixteen's back, but didn't dwell on the previous topic. Instead, he coldly uttered one word: "Strip." 

Number Sixteen immediately began removing the scant covering on his body without hesitation. The chastity belt he wore wasn't locked, so it was quickly removed along with the few leather straps binding his upper body, all placed on a nearby table. 

After finishing this, Number Sixteen knelt back in his previous spot, but this time facing away from the master and Liu Yong. 

Liu Yong had been afraid to raise his head, fearing he might break some taboo and invite more whipping. But now the man used his shoe tip to lift Liu Yong's chin. 

The man said: "The focus of training for today and tomorrow will be your anus. To give you a more intuitive understanding of the training results we need to achieve, let's have your senior demonstrate first."