Chapter 21 – Destruction. ( One )
That’s how cashew nut’s untimely cravings began.
At first, there were no problems. Just because you don’t play doesn’t mean Cashew’s daily life is ruined.
Cashews lived their lives as usual. She kept an arbitrary and unintentional distance from the other kids, and enjoyed talking with Efri. During her class, she diligently attended class and went to the canteen instead of eating her lunch.
For those few days, cashew nuts didn’t feel any difference.
The problem was then.
Soon after, Cashew noticed that her chest was tight. Her stomach also tingled a little. It was a symptom she had clearly felt, so she went back to her memory. A conclusion came soon.
After waking up to masochism, she felt trembling with pleasure.
Now that the disease has been identified, it is time to prescribe her medicine. The cashews were to appease her cravings, as she had done before. She’d watch strangely as she was being beaten, or sneak into the discipline room to listen and fantasize.
But she was overlooking one thing. That her pleasure scale had already increased enormously. The bloated barrel of desire could not be filled with babbling streams.
After all, cashews were twisting even more than she had before. She didn’t show it on the outside, but anyone could tell if she looked closely. She said cashews gave off her lust of unknown origin.
She did, though, so she didn’t stand out too much, so cashews were keeping up with her daily life in its own way. If only she hadn’t done that.
On the first week of refraining from cravings, it was time for the “Understanding and Application of History” Class in the 6th period. That time became a trigger.
“Today, as announced, I will take a paper test. If your grades are below a certain level, as you all know… You will hit her thigh.”
As soon as her teacher, Iona, finished speaking, notes with ten problems were circulated throughout the class. Soon, with the notification of the start of the test, the sound of the pens crunching filled the room.
Cashew took a hard look at the problem. She said it was pretty difficult for a paper test. Especially problem number 7. That was clearly listed as an appendix in the corner of the textbook. It was obvious to anyone who looked at it that it was done to fuck the kids.
Of course, it was not hard to beat cashew nuts with this level of difficulty. She checked her answer without hesitation. The questions presented in 5-choices fell like autumn leaves.
After getting rid of all her problems in less than five minutes, Cashew, who turned over her test papers, began to think about her wanderings.
Thoughts on progress to learn in the next class, thoughts on Epri, and… Thoughts on the corporal punishment on the thighs that the teacher said.
‘No, you have to control your desires. I can’t think of things like this.’
She already knew what would happen to her if she had delusions, so she tried hard to close her thoughts. But that nasty thing tickled the tightly closed door. A delusion about her thighs flashed through my mind that flinched for a moment.
The part called the thigh itself has a lot of flesh, so it can hit the front or the back.
Once in the case of the front. Usually, after sitting or kneeling, the skirt is pulled up to the top of the thigh. In that state, hit the hawk. The back was nothing. In the same way, the skirt is rolled up and the calf is hit as if it were being hit.
‘Just… Should I be wrong enough?’
Cashew Nut, who was delusional while looking at her overturned exam paper, felt a strong urge in an instant. She wanted to turn the test paper right away, erase the check boxes with correction tape, and get some difficult questions wrong, including question 7. Then she might be able to get beaten naturally.
But soon she suppressed the thought. A living witness to the history of the kingdom of Renugatt gets a failing grade in the history paper test? There was no disgrace like this.
‘By the way, I want to be embarrassed… ‘
But the desire was very strong.
Cashew nuts were troubled. Will you maintain your usual dignified cashew nut Lüberg, or will you get the problem wrong and be beaten as a loser?
In the past, the former would have suppressed the latter and controlled their strange thoughts, but the past was long gone. The inner demon had grown up and was shaking.
The devil said People can make mistakes. I don’t think people will think it’s too strange that I’m beaten just this once. On the other hand, you will be much more ashamed and feel better while hurting. You don’t do this? Really?
The devil’s voice was enchanting. I thought it was logical enough.
Nope, what are you doing now? The voice of the angel who said this was no longer heard. It seemed like it wouldn’t matter what happened this time.
Cashews fiddled with her pencil case. She unearthed the correction tape that was buried deep inside. Trembling, she tried to draw the wrong answer where the correct answer was. She tried to make a dent in the perfect test paper.
“Time has passed. Pass the test papers from the back to the front.”
If it wasn’t for Iona’s voice that came just in time.
The maddened cashew’s eyes returned to normal. She put down the correction tape and waited for the test paper to come from behind. When her friend behind her handed out her test paper, she accepted it and joined the group with her own paper.
Cashewnut, who delivered the bundle of test papers to the front again, sighed. Yes, this is over the line anyway. Still, I couldn’t help but feel sad.
During the grading period, self-study continued for a while. Cashew took out the notebook she had organized the class and wrote a few more lines. Then I looked around her. Most of them were doing their own thing, like her cashew nuts, but there were a few who couldn’t concentrate.
‘They’re the kids I’ll meet today.’
Cashews recalled their names in his head.
Cynthia, Erica, and Recity. Those who do not like the subject of history. They were friends who neglected related studies unless it was an exam period.
When I put it together, it was a bit strange. It seems that the three of them were beaten in the last test as well. How is it the same this time? Still, I wasn’t quick to decide. I didn’t know if there might be other students.
‘That is… It might be me.’
Then, Cashew expected something that would never happen.
After completing her score, Iona lifted her bowed body and clapped her hands twice. The sound caught the attention of all the students.
As she receives countless stares, Iona announces her test results.
“As expected, there are many excellent students in Class E. Everyone got good grades. Especially problem 7, I thought no one would be able to get this right, but one person got it right.”
‘Yes, that would be me.’
Cashews sighed inwardly. Maybe it was something, as expected. How do you get a failing grade when you get a problem that no one else got right? It sounds inconsistent.
“Students who are beaten… Cynthia, Erica, and Recity. Come forward.”
Soon after, to punish her dropout, Iona took her leather paddle out of her school bag.
Students who received failing grades slowly walked out of their desks. Then they stood side by side in front of the blackboard and pulled her skirt up to her thighs.
“Five each. Even if it hurts, grit your teeth and endure it.”
Iona, she said coldly, immediately punished her students.
“Ah… Ah-! Whoa… “
Cynthia, who stood at the front, let out screams and moans. She snapped as Cynthia’s fleshy thighs met her paddle, leaving her mark wide and red.
‘I envy you.’
Cashew saw her displeasure. Getting hit on her thigh really hurts. I know that because I am also right. I really can’t stand it if that hits me too much. I had the urge to be right when those kids were right.
“Teacher teacher… Sorry… “
Soon after, Erica, who was beaten by her, begged her forgiveness in her characteristic soft voice.
Cashews hoped so too. She hadn’t done anything wrong, and she had no one to ask for forgiveness, but she wanted to just say it. But she couldn’t make that wish come true, and she had no one to make it happen.
The last one to hit her thigh was Lesity.
Even when the hawk thumped down on her thigh, Lesity showed no sign of fear. She was able to do this because of the many corporal punishments she had received so far.
Actually one or two. Even when the hawk fell, Lesity only frowned at her but did not flinch at her body. That’s how Lesity only knew that she silently returned to her place after receiving five hits.
If only Iona’s mistake in aim hadn’t landed the hawk on the very tender flesh between her hip and thigh.
“Ahhhhh!! Ha… Ugh… “
With a rupture that was much louder than the pounding that had been heard earlier, Recity collapsed on the spot. She clutched at the beaten part and let out a whimper.
When Recity, which she thought she would not be able to show, completely collapsed, even Cashew Nut felt her head go crazy. She envied the fact that she had been beaten in the flesh below her buttocks. The thought came to her that what she should be standing over there was that she should be herself.
‘Ah… I want to be beaten, I want to be beaten… ‘
In the end, Cashew’s mind was washed clean, leaving only the thought of wanting to be beaten.
Of course, there was no one around who said he would give a hawk. Getting scolded by her teachers was impossible given her position, and she didn’t even know who her seniors were. Asking her friends to spank her was an act of social burial, and Efri, her only hope, was wary of her actions because of ‘special censorship’.
No one could satisfy her needs.
The fact made her feel the cashew nut’s strong blues. She’s in so much pain and there’s no one to help her? Who the hell can unlock this?
Unable to find her answer, Cashew ran straight to the playroom as soon as her class was over. She had no particular reason. She just did it because it felt like it should be.
The playroom, which had not been used at all for a week, was showing off a pretty empty appearance. She immediately went through the tools on her shelf. In the far right corner was a leather paddle that had never been used.
Impulsively, she picked up the paddle. She hid the paddle in the bag she was carrying with her. She didn’t even know why she took the cashew nuts when she had no one to beat her anyway.
As for the cashews, she had that leather paddle with her until the end of the day. Her paddle was in her bag when she left school with her cognitive-impairment ring on. And even when she got home, her urge still wasn’t quelled.
Cashews, she thought with a disgruntled sigh. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She had to find a way. She had to do something. What should I do? What should she do, can she appease this need that no one can appease?
Then her memory of cashew nuts whispered.
‘Self play.’
The act of holding a rod and hitting yourself where you want to be hit.
As for the cashews, she had never played herself. She was a little afraid of beating herself, and the act itself seemed to admit that she was a mazo pervert.
To put it mildly, isn’t it the masturbation of masochists? It was something that Cashew Nut, who still believes this act to be ‘deviation’, could never do.
But not anymore. No one can sweeten cashews. I had to solve this anyway.
Cashew reached into her skirt and pulled her panties down. The side of the panties that were attached to the secret area fell off, leaving several strands of sticky thread.
With her panties hanging over her ankles, she pulled up the hem of her skirt and pinned it to her waist so she could hit the hawk. Cashew nut’s beautiful buttocks were exposed.
Move the hand holding the paddle and place it on the hip. I thought for a moment whether to hit the thigh or the butt. Soon the lustful thoughts suggested a better plan,
Let’s hit the so-called ‘under-the-butt’ area between the buttocks and thighs.
Cashew brought the paddle to her buttocks with a mix of fear and pleasure. She immediately raised her hand high. She closed her eyes tightly and slammed the paddle down at the location.
