Chapter 40 – Recognition. ( Finish ) [ Master and Servant Play, Spirit, Butching ]
Even on the way from the mansion to the station, she was afraid of the willow branches. Even when she bought a ticket and waited for the train, even when she got on the train and sat down, she couldn’t shake off that worry.
In fact, it was okay to beat her while her pleasure was removed. She was already determined to accept any punishment, and she was able to endure most beatings because she was trained in numerous beatings.
The question is, can that will be carried through even against a sadist?
They were the ones who knew how to deal with the hawk to inflict the most pain on the opponent. Become a normal person against such people and get beaten?
I’m not that strong
She stared at Efri, who was sitting next to her. Clearly, there must be a lot of delusion in my head. How to make the loudest screams come out of my mouth and make me cry and ask for forgiveness.
Normally, I would have enjoyed it passionately from the preliminary preparation, matching the rhythm to that thought, but I couldn’t do that today.
Even as Cashew’s worries swelled, her train ran. The dense forest passed, and a tunnel appeared, turning everything outside the window black.
At that time, the name of cashew nuts flowed from Efri’s mouth.
“Cashew nuts.”
A voice like a dark tunnel.
Hearing that voice, which made it impossible to believe that she was a person who had been full of energy just before, Cashew looked up and tried to observe Efri’s movements.
At that time, a strong grip stopped the cashew nut’s head.
Grabbing the cashew by the back of her head, Efri forced her head down and whispered in her ear.
“Cut your eyes. Who told you to look at the face of the sky-like master?”
My heart skipped a beat at the play that started without warning. Since she couldn’t say anything and was just looking at the floor, Efri came to my ear and suggested what to do.
“Follow me perfectly from now on. Every time you make a mistake or go wrong, go back and add ten. Okay?”
“Yes, Master… “
Cashew nodded her head, looking only at her feet.
Suddenly, the train came out of the tunnel and was speeding through the wide open field. The sunlight pouring through the window lit up Cashew’s face.
With the trigger of that sunlight, Epri’s instructions began.
“Straight her back, don’t lean against the back of her chair. Put her hands on her knees and stretch her arms out. What, I see now that her feet are well on the ground? Raise your legs.”
At the sadistic master’s command, the cashews carried out the order in turn without any complaint.
She said goodbye to the back of her chair, which was soft and made her feel good. She placed her arms, which had been laid comfortably on her armrests, in her lap and stiffened them. Then, it separated her feet from the floor of the train that supported her weight.
Cashew, now, had to support all of her purely on her hips as she sat on it.
Her whole body started to twitch at her unusual posture. Her lower back screamed and her lifted leg ached. With a subtle pain that was completely different from being beaten by her, Cashew let out a moan and looked at her Efri.
“Ah… “
“Didn’t I tell you not to raise your head? Add ten.”
At the price of her moment-forgotten servile duty, Cashew bowed her head again in amazement.
All she could see was the dingy floor of the train and the instep of her own shoes. Other than that, there was nothing to see. Still, everything was felt.
She could feel Efri lighting her eyes and watching her to see if there was any distraction in her own actions. And the result was immediately reflected in the order.
“Cashew, your feet are going down. Raise more.”
“Yes, I will upload it.”
“Are you bending over? Straighten it out again.”
“Sorry… “
Being punished for no reason, Cashew Nut knew. What is Efri thinking?
If they can’t satisfy their masochistic and sadistic needs, they turn around and cater to the needs of the other side.
In this case, domination and submission.
In order to satisfy herself, Efri was acting as a ‘real’ hostess, which she did not normally do.
It felt good to see the owner’s gaze that she would own everything of her own. I liked the owner’s sadistic attitude of catching all the wrongdoings, and I liked this situation of being punished for no reason. On the contrary, the body that suffered from being punished made sexual desire boil.
The secret of the cashew slowly soaked into it and her face turned red. Her breathing was rough, but cashews couldn’t tell if it was from labor or from excitement.
Looking at the cashews feeling full, Efri put a piece of order on it.
“When you get off the train and wake up, if your chair is wet, you’re in your thirties.”
No, I’m not telling you how to feel when the situation is like this.
However, the current cashew role is not a pervert who likes to be beaten, but a slave who is excited by faithfully fulfilling his master’s orders.
Cashew nuts gave strength to the secret area and tried not to shed love juice.
He was trying to think of something else. She tried to imagine what the academy would be like the day after tomorrow, and she tried to focus on the topic of conversation between a man and a woman chatting in small distances.
However, I couldn’t change the topic properly because of the spirit I was receiving.
The pain that lasted in the body aroused excitement, and even in this situation, the submissive feeling of faithfully fulfilling the master’s command made the cashews boil more.
Time passed, and the punishment, which seemed to continue endlessly, came to an end before I knew it.
[This station is Besirak Station. Please wait until the train stops, and don’t forget to pack your luggage. ]
Although the sound of release from his pain seemed to relax, the faithful slave Cashew held that position until the end.
It was finally time to take stock of every handful of cashews. Efri helped the wobbly cashew nuts up. Her panties were damp, but her chair was parched.
“Nice job, cashews.”
At the brief praise of the owner, the cashew nut felt that all of her hardships were filled.
The master-servant relationship between the two continued even while walking back home. Efri, who was willing to be Cashew Nut’s crutch when leaving a crowded station, revealed her true color as soon as she entered an uninhabited road.
“You walk right. Don’t stumble because your legs hurt. Is the duke’s daughter barely enough?”
No one accepted them as Cashew Nut and Efri because of the recognition-blocking ring, but the two were completely immersed in the situation and were faithful to their respective roles.
Cashew tried to move his weak legs somehow. She strained her knees and struggled to walk her normal gait.
But moving her lower body, which was already out of her will, was difficult. After all her efforts, she managed to maintain the dignified gait of an aristocrat in her own way, but even then she made two mistakes.
“Was your leg wobbly? Add ten.”
“Why did you bend your back all of a sudden? This is a teenager.”
In the end, Cashew had to earn 20 more of her whips.
She did, but after all her hard work, she reached home. First Epri took off her shoes and came inside, and Cashew tried to follow suit.
Of course, cashew nuts couldn’t do that.
“Slaves didn’t even pay for their crimes, so where are you going to come in comfortably? Turn around Grab her knees and bow down.”
“I see, Master… “
He can’t come into his house on his own. She was a bit embarrassed, but couldn’t help it. Because Epri was the owner of the house.
Cashew turned helplessly and looked at the front door. She braced her trembling knees with her hands and straightened his legs, then bent over his hips and stuck out his hips.
Epri came closer and pulled up Cashew’s skirt. He hurriedly tossed down his panty-stained panties. The wet panties fell off and caught on his ankles.
Shoes worn on bare feet and panties that fell on them. A drop of juice dripped from the secret of the cashew nut in the shame of being stimulated.
Efri took out a willow branch from his bag and patted the butt of the cashew nut with the bunch.
“Count up each time you get hit, and put ‘Thank you, Master.’ Okay?”
“Yes… “
Efri took one glance at Cashew’s ass, raised his hand holding his hawk high, and slammed it down the cheek.
“Ouch, one… Thank you, master.”
“Huh, Duul… Thank you, master… “
The pleasure of masochism was castrated, and the hawk was extremely poisonous to cashew nuts. Normally, a hundred cashews were easily beaten, but only two of them gnashed their teeth.
As each number increased, the moans of the cashews grew louder, and before I knew it, even screams came out.
“Ah… Six, thank you… Master… “
“Kyaa-! Wake up… Go, thank you, master… “
Cashew was clearly in pain without pleasure. Even so, the secret of the cashew nuts was still dripping with water.
Rather than the act of being beaten, the fact that the owner personally beat him made me happy. He was happy to be corrected for the wrong he had done. The fact that he was beaten without even setting foot in his own house felt good, as it showed the gap between himself and his master.
The feeling of a pure slave was a little less pleasant, but the subtlety was incomparable.
“Ah—!! Fifteen… Thank you, master… “
His ass was sore. The branches split into countless strands seemed to combine countless pains rather than one heavy pain.
That fact was evidenced by her buttocks, which had been beaten. As the hawk fell, several thin cane marks were dizzyingly engraved. Of course, as you go. The marks overlapped and overlapped, but it was full of blushing.
“Twenty-nine, thank you, master… “
“Thirty, for beating me… Thank you for the love… Master… “
Cashew Nut, now completely obedient to Efri, waited for her master’s next disposition after receiving all of her beatings.
“Cashew, come in and kneel.”
“Yes, Master.”
“… Why doesn’t she take off her shoes?”
“Yeah, because my master didn’t tell me to take off my shoes… “
“Cashews, really… “
It would be nice if they could go to bed and do some naughty things, but in the end, the two end up tangled up on the floor.