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Leather belt.

It was a cheap belt made of artificial leather, but it had a satisfying grip in the hand, much softer and wider than a regular belt.

The seller marketed it as a fashion belt, but in reality, it didn’t have much style.

“But I’ve been saving it for this day.”

If the whip felt technical and methodical, like inflicting pain with precision.

The leather belt felt like a strong person exerting unilateral violence on a weaker person.

Today, he wanted to use this leather belt.

“It’s less likely to leave marks.”

Dealing with blood and flesh, handling human pain – as much delicacy was required for SM play.

If even a small scratch appeared on Yoo Seoyoung’s body, it had to be carried out exactly as intended.

Because he wouldn’t forgive himself for any mistakes.

“Haah…”

In an empty gym storage room, Yoo Seoyoung was lying on the vaulting horse.

Warmed by the spring sunlight, her slightly sweaty chest glistened. The black blouse, revealing her black underwear, was pressed against the vaulting horse, losing its shape.

Was it because the weather was a bit warmer? Her lukewarm breath seemed warmer.

She had a look of anticipation.

Anxiety about the future, a lack of affection. Expectations of falling down. Mixed emotions of chaos were dripping from her eyes.

“Nice…”

I grabbed the belt and slapped it against my palm.

-Clap.

“Ugh…! Huh…”

Even though he didn’t hit her buttocks, she flinched slightly.

From the receiving end, loud noises were always intimidating.

The touch of the black belt exploring her body or the sound it made when it struck. Each stimulus heightened the submissive’s imagination.

How painful would it be to receive such loud noises physically?

How much more would she have to endure? Would the owner’s heart change and hit her harder?

He already knew that each of these things intensified the submissive’s expectations.

That’s why – instead of hitting her at once, he gently brushed her buttocks. Hinting at the impending pain.

“Haah…”

As he signaled his intention to strike, her buttocks, moist with sweat, tensed slightly. Her lower body was exposed, trembling in fear, and it was a beautiful sight.

Her plump thighs were nicely pressed together. Her buttocks slightly lifted.

As he caressed her like that, she spoke in an excited voice.

Lewd and hot.

“Master, sir…?”

In one go.

With an unbelievable intensity, he struck the belt down.

-Clap!

“Haahh!”

A sudden whipping.

Her white buttocks turned bright red – pain contorted her face.

“Ha… Haah… Haah… Haah… Aah…”

He controlled his strength, but after all, he had been exercising for two years. Even a stationary car would move a little if I pushed it with force.

There was no way the whipping wouldn’t hurt.

“Ha, Hah. Hah… Hah… Hah… Aah…”

She calmed her tense and startled chest. Her heart seemed to beat fiercely.

She was so surprised that tears flowed endlessly from her eyes.

If earlier it was like raindrops falling one by one, now it was like a faucet had been turned on.

Rough, panting breaths.

Her small back trembled.

“Haah… Haa… Haa…”

And again, he gently brushed the belt against the area he hit.

As if he was going to hit her.

He playfully teased her.

“Master… It hurts… It’s bad…”

She looked at me with a broken face. A slightly playful smile.

Her face, with makeup running due to tears, had a unique beauty of broken things.

“How many times did I get hit? I didn’t count.”

“Huh… what?”

“I’ll do it again. From the beginning.”

A deep sense of despair flooded Yoo Seoyoung’s face.

The urine-like fluid trickled down slowly, and her legs trembled.

“Why? Don’t you like it?”

“…”

Approaching her face and gently touching it, she seemed to nuzzle her cheek against the warmth.

The soft and hazy expression gave a pleasant feeling to her wounded palm.

Yoo Seoyoung was trembling.

“Does it hurt when I hit you? Should I hit you less painfully?”

But even in that trembling state, she faintly smiled.

“More, harder.”

“…”

“Please hit me, master.”

I smiled.

“You chose this.”

I pushed the belt into her buttocks.

Even a slight touch is enough to trigger the nerves.

As she realizes that she has completely lost control, the amount of pain her body endures depends on how submissive she is to her master.

Yoo Seoyoung would come to imagine punishment and love.

After giving her enough time to imagine the pain, I prepared her for the next punishment.

-Whack!

A sound incomparable to anything else.

“Ha… hahhh! One, one hit. Huh…”

Her buttocks turned pink, and her breath became rough as if she was being choked.

Unable to bear the pain, she pressed her face against the frame and drooled.

I lightly stroked her vagina.

“Slippery.”

The feeling of touching wet flesh.

Each time I touched it, hot liquid flowed from her pink hole as if it had been dipped in water and pulled out.

There was a sticky viscosity between the wet fingers.

“Huhh. Huh… Huhhh…”

Instinctively, she writhed her legs in pleasure. Just a light touch made her legs tremble gently.

Looking at her expression, she seemed to be half out of her mind. With eyes even more clouded, drooling and savoring my touch.

She looked incredibly lewd.

Beautiful,

My own,

Female.

“Does it hurt?”

“Ha… hah… I’m fine. Master.”

-Whack!

Two hits.

Hitting the same spot, her waist bent like a bow.

“Huh… huhhh… Two hits… Huh… hah…”

Hanging on the frame, Yoo Seoyoung twisted her legs.

A writhing motion.

The pain in her buttocks intensified –

One leg kept rising and falling, trembling.

It looked painful.

“Put your leg down.”

“Huh… hah…”

She whimpered and lowered her leg.

The floor was already flooded. Her vagina, begging to be pounded due to being too wet, and the red skin that turned white due to the pain of the whip.

A woman enduring pain for my pleasure,

She was truly beautiful.

-Whack!

“Huhh! Huh… hah… Three hits.”

I struck her thigh instead of her buttocks.

Her thigh turned bright red, with red marks on both sides of her white buttocks and thighs.

I stroked the reddened area with my hand.

As I caressed her buttocks like applying ointment, her body began to relax.

The relief after the pain was sweet.

“Is it good…?”

“Huh… no… heh… hah… more, please touch me more.”

She spoke as if pleading.

I knew to some extent about her past.

How she grew up craving love.

Why she was so lonely.

How she ended up seeking pleasure and ruining her life.

I almost understood it all.

That’s why I was affectionate.

How much she must have longed for this touch. How much she must have yearned for it.

When did she become unable to get excited without getting hurt.

‘But…’

Still, she had to endure the punishment until the end.

“If you take all the punishment, I’ll give you a reward. Got it?”

“Ugh… Yes…”

She mumbled, completely drained of strength. Swinging the belt against her buttocks a few times… Yoo Seoyoung, sensing her fear, gritted her teeth like a bit and prepared for the impending pain.

-Snap!

“Ugh! Ugh… Ugh. Yes, master.”

Her hand moved reflexively. With her head forcibly restrained by me, I harshly struck her buttocks with the belt.

This time, I didn’t give her any time to brace herself or prepare.

-Snap!

“Ah… Aaah! Ugh, five, master…”

The belt I wielded had a fairly wide surface area, so the wounds weren’t superficial.

Instead, broad, crimson marks spread like I had slapped her with my palm. The pain was just as intense.

‘This… is too much.’

It was hard to contain my excitement.

Her arousal was evident as her chest flushed red and her face contorted with pleasure, even as she sweated profusely.

She was,

Slightly smiling.

Hoping for her happiness – I spoke more coldly.

“Move your hand. Do you want to do it again?”

“Sob… Ah… Yes, master.”

She sobbed, submitting.

Moving her hand forward again, I raised her white buttocks towards the impending pain.

A polite gesture.

-Snap!

“Ugh… Seven, master.”

Yoo Seoyoung exhaled hot breath through her disheveled hair.

Her arms, needing to support herself – moved towards her buttocks to avoid getting hit more.

One hand on her vagina.

One hand on her buttocks.

Touching the affected areas to alleviate the pain was a reflexive action that anyone would take.

‘Oh… she’s masturbating.’

While pretending to be in pain, she slowly touched her vagina as if to stimulate herself.

She seemed to be forcibly rubbing her lower abdomen against the bit of the belt in front of her.

“What’s this hand doing?”

“Ugh… Th-that…”

“Answer quickly.”

“Ha… That… I was… masturbating. Master…”

“Masturbating while getting hit on the buttocks like this?”

A clear mockery.

Though the tone was condescending and meant to inflict harm, Yoo Seoyoung smiled happily and brought her hand to her vagina.

“Master… I was thinking of you while doing it…”

“Does the punishment hurt?”

“It hurts, but… I like it…”

“Alright.”

I grabbed her hair and forcefully lifted her up.

“Can I hit you harder?”

“Ah…”

A moment of hesitation flickered across her face.

In that moment, I saw it.

Her genuine fear that the next punishment could be even stronger.

“Yes…”

I grabbed her face with one hand. A cruel touch. Holding her soft cheek tightly, I lifted it up as if to threaten her.

“Kill me,”

She said.

“Please kill me.”

Her worn-out smile, eagerly awaiting pleasure, pierced my heart.

Sometimes, even her sadness and pain made me feel a bit disillusioned about love. Because appearance can be so cruel at times – it made her look beautiful even in moments like this.

I would continue.

Even though she flinched like this, she didn’t say the safe word.

“Even if you say the safe word, I won’t leave you.”

Yoo Seoyoung knew it too. That even if she said the safe word, I wouldn’t leave her forever.

Yet, she smiled like that – begging for punishment, asking to be hurt.

“Master, please handle me as you wish. Even if it hurts, I like it…”

She looked so pitiful that I couldn’t bear it.

By now, it wouldn’t be her hips that hurt, but a feeling of being supported by flames.

Even though she clearly didn’t want to be hurt, she desired it.

“I’ll punish you hard, so forgive me for hitting you… Please forgive me.”

The punishment I give, and the forgiveness.

The joy of my meager sense of conquest being fulfilled.

‘Ah…’

Craving someone else’s desires.

That was love.

I put my hand between her waist and flipped her over, lifting her into a princess carry.

She looked slightly surprised, her eyes wide like a rabbit’s, as she said to me, “Master? This is embarrassing…”

I was planning to change positions.

I laid her down on the bed face up, still speaking in a commanding tone.

“Lift your legs.”

What I was asking for was a position where she held her legs together and lifted them up, grabbing them herself. It was a position where she exposed her private parts and stretched her legs towards the sky.

“Like this, Master?”

“Yes. I’ll allow you to masturbate now. Do it. Because I want to see you masturbate.”

“Uh… Yes. Thank you… Master.”

As if she couldn’t bear it any longer, she quickly moved her hand to touch her private parts. Her slippery fingers moved roughly between the cracks.

It wasn’t so much masturbation as it was like she was torturing herself. Her aggressive attitude, as if she was trying to show me something, was quite appealing to me.

“Is it good?”

“Yes…”

“What’s good?”

“Uh… Uh… I like… being spanked on the butt by you, and while receiving punishment, masturbating… I like it.”

With one hand supporting her thigh, she touched her private parts with the other.

She wasn’t caressing her clitoris but rather abusing her private parts. She was masturbating in a messy way, dripping fluids and messing herself up.

“Go ahead while I spank you three times.”

“Uh… Yes…”

Orgasm.

I commanded her to experience an orgasm. This time, her task was to masturbate while I spanked her three times.

“If you can’t reach orgasm, I’ll start over from the beginning.”

“Uh… Yes, Master.”

She looked at me with a face like a girl in love, and begged me obscenely.

With each word, her breaths were heavy.

“Please… let me… be punished.”

I resented myself.

Why did I promise not to devour her?

-Whack!

The belt whip hit her thigh as she lifted her legs.

“Uh… Seven times.”

“It’s eight times. Can’t you count?”

I spoke in a commanding tone like a master, but she said, with a face already messed up from crying,

“Uh… I’m… sorry, Master. Can I just… be hit one more time? It hurts…”

I couldn’t bear it any longer.

-Whack!

“Uh… Eight times…”

Her touch became desperate.

The speed of touching her private parts increased, and the fluids dripped down, creating dark stains on the bed frame and concrete floor.

-Whack!

“Uh… Nine times…”

I gave her a little time.

-Squelch, squelch, squelch.

She lightly inserted her fingers and spread her private parts. Her waist twisted like a bow,

“Master, Juin-nim, I’m going to…go, it seems like…”

When it was deemed no longer bearable.

-Crash!

“Ugh!”

Her waist lifted upwards – a scream of pain and ecstasy mixed together burst out.

Her trembling white thighs were visible.

Yuseoyoung, screaming in her raw voice, turned and left. She tried to fall off the balance beam while taking a deep breath.

-Sigh.

I ran over and supported her body.

“Ten, Dai…”

Her sweaty body, wet with sweat, came to rest against my chest. She, like a small wounded animal, was trembling in my arms.

‘She must have been in a lot of pain.’

That’s how lovely she was.

As I gently stroked the parts that must have hurt, I could feel her body gradually calming down.

“Master…”

“Yes?”

Between her wet, brown wavy hair, her eyes smiled mischievously. She seemed to be enveloped in fever and satisfaction, with playfulness returning.

“Did I do well?”