Chapter 66 – Unhealthy Esthetic_receptionist and Corporal Punishment♥(2)
Unhealthy esthetic_receptionist and corporal punishment♥(2)
You decide what punishment you will receive.
That way, which seems generous at first glance, is actually not so if you take a closer look.
After all, it is the opponent who punishes me, not me.
If you think shamelessly, you can say that you don’t want any punishment, but can you really convince the other person that you say that? On the contrary, there may be something more severe than the punishment predestined for that attitude. If you’re not shameless, remind yourself of what problems you’ve committed, and if your opponent chooses a higher level of punishment than you thought, that will result in a stronger punishment than you think, and vice versa If you think you’re weak, you’ll get more sick because of it.
Utter absurdity.
Above all, the situation in which you have to tell everyone how much you think you’ve done wrong damages the person’s personality. An act of trampling on or blaspheming another person’s personality. It was trivial, but her disposition was already visible.
Indeed, what kind of punishment is right for the act of exposing the naked body? It is not a legal punishment, but a thorough private sanction. It seemed that he vaguely knew what she wanted, but there was no way to know what kind of things she could satisfy her in, or her specific direction.
There was no particular scale, and the situation where I had to think for myself to the end pushed me.
Punishments under normal circumstances include fines and imprisonment. If you take it seriously, it could be up to the death penalty, but at least Musk would be talking nonsense about this.
I’m not really sure what’s appropriate.
At least you don’t want a fine or jail time. So what can you do? What does she want me to say?
At least not in the normal category, something outrageous, or at least something I would feel ashamed of. That kind of thing, I guess. Her faintly brushed, soggy eyes tell the truth.
But I really don’t know what to say. She thinks about it but she doesn’t come out with a clear answer, but if she can’t say anything like this, she waits for her to tell her what she wants in moderation, just with her puzzled face look at
However, there was no way she would let her go so moderately, and she said firmly.
“Don’t you know? If so, there is nothing you can do. Will the police solve it?”
She takes out her smart phone with a smile, and shows off her screen while waving her display. She was a woman who thoroughly aimed at finding her weak spot.
Those eyes were the kind of eyes that say you do. For her, being called by the police and being helpless like this would be one of her pleasures for her.
Even if you stay quiet like this, the only thing that will come out is certain ruin, and it’s not that there isn’t a bad idea that it might not be as bad as it is, and that it’s not without doubt that the police will be such a big problem if they come, but in the first place, I’m indebted to the police, including my former and current lives. As I had no experience with fighting, I had no idea what would happen if the police were called for something like this, and I didn’t know what would happen as a result.
If that’s the case, it’s at least, at least, safe to try to solve it inside the store. Judged so.
So, I thought about what I could do, what would satisfy her.
The kind of embarrassing thing I feel like dying for, at least in this situation. It must be something like that. Think desperately.
Think about it Think about it… Suddenly, one thing comes to mind.
It came to mind, but it’s definitely a shameful thing…
That’s why it doesn’t come off easily.
Can I just spit out these words myself? Isn’t this just pervert. At least that’s how it felt to me. However, if that’s the case, maybe she won’t be satisfied to some extent, she thinks so.
“That… “
“Hmm? Did you have an idea? So, in your opinion, Mr. Pervert, what kind of punishment do you think is appropriate for such pervert-like things you have done?”
Even though he was greatly intimidated by the cold gaze, those cool eyes, he cautiously puts the embarrassing thought that came to his mouth. It’s not really a big deal in a way, but at least for me, it’s something I really don’t want to do. It just came to mind somehow.
“..Until an apology is made, uh… Spank me in the ass! …”
When I was young, really young, when I did something wrong, the corporal punishment I sometimes did when my teacher scolded me.
However, corporal punishment as a child and being a grown adult, even naked, were very different. It’s too embarrassing to at least ask for something like that yourself. I hesitated several times because I was embarrassed to say it myself. However, the atmosphere and the options she presented somehow made her speak for herself.
Her eyes, which she happened to catch a glimpse of, were drawing an arc.
I don’t want to admit it, but I wonder if it’s the correct answer. However, when I think about what will happen later, I wonder if it would have been better if it hadn’t been the right answer.
“Hmm… It’s good. Not bad. That would be enough to show an apology.”
The receptionist gave a cool smile as if he was satisfied.
“However, it is a little disappointing. Ah!, How about this? Every time Mr. Pervert gets hit in the ass, he’s admitting he’s done something wrong.”
“… Yes?”
Black out
It’s embarrassing enough for what’s going on right now, but what’s more there?
For unusual content, lightly exceeds the allowance of the head.
It was so embarrassing.
After hesitating like that, the receptionist took out his smartphone in front of me again.
When I walked out here naked, it seemed that I had no choice. I can’t bear to lift my head in shame, and I try to accept it.
“I… Then, where should I go?”
“What are you talking about?”
It sounds like you’re asking something weird.
“Of course, isn’t it natural that we have to do it right here, in the lobby, in front of all of you?”
The receptionist was so calm and made unreasonable demands.
Following the receptionist’s instructions, the men around me seized and restrained me, who was hesitant, thinking “I see, this might be a bit too much.”
…Of course As for me, there was no way I could have refused anyway, but I was helplessly naked and led to the wall by the arms of two sturdy men.
The pure white walls and the gazes of people behind my back made me overly concerned. A buzz in your ears. Comments on my naked body, lipstick stains, mockery of semen marks, and sexual harassment that I have no intention of hiding.
The men who grabbed me forced me to stare at the wall.
Ttuk-tuk-tuk-
Graceful gait. Her steps, in stark contrast to my situation, show the strange relationship between me as a guest and her as a receptionist.
Before long, she approached me and quietly whispered in my ear.
“Miss Prostitute, from now on, it’s a ‘punishment’. Please cry out loud for what you did wrong♥”
“Come on. One!”
—- Mate!!
Her finger that doesn’t care about ejaculation. The palm of my hand without any addition or subtraction brushes my butt.
As if the sound wasn’t a joke, the pain befitting the sound passed over the buttocks belatedly.
“Oh no!”
I screamed at the unexpected, sudden pain, forgetting the words of apology I had thought of.
“What are you doing? Where did the word of apology go?”
Not liking my attitude, the receptionist slapped her on the butt even more sharply.
——– Pair!!
Exciting sounds, it’s still only the second time, but it’s already tingling in the butt.
Sick.
Your ass will be red and swollen like a maple leaf.
As much as her cold personality, it was very merciless hands.
Nonetheless, an absurd fact. Even though she thought that her fingertips were painful, this sharp pain spreading from her buttocks was unmistakably painful and was sharp enough to inadvertently scream…
Really why?
No, none of this is my fault. Maybe, what happened today must have broken my body.
The various pranks that lasted for nearly 24 hours must have made me weird.
I couldn’t explain it otherwise.
If not, if it wasn’t for that reason, I feel a faint pleasure from this pain…
Isn’t it just a natural pervert?
Yes, the reason why I feel strange pleasure in this pain is because of what happened today.
It had to be.
I desperately deny the faint pleasure I feel in pain.
I am embarrassed by what I think is impossible, but the receptionist has no way to know about my situation, and he extends his hand even harder, perhaps because he is dissatisfied with me, who does not say a word of apology as he is told, or if he thinks that he is being ignored.
——– Pair!!
——– Pair!!
Rough hand movements.
“Ah!”
Scream in pain
However, that faint pleasure, unable to hide this strange pleasure that is said to be felt as pain, is gradually blended into the screams.
I desperately tried to hide it, but was it me who couldn’t hide it or was the receptionist sharp? I got caught not long after.
“Under?”
A strange voice. It was the first time that emotion appeared in her voice.
Absurdity, absurdity, contempt.
Her expression distorted as if she had seen something she couldn’t see.
“Really, there was an absurd pervert. She felt pleasure while being beaten. I can’t imagine that he’s a human being like me.”
Even herself, she knew that she was such a pervert, because it was her own body, but even so, she was forced to refute it out of excessive shame.
“… She didn’t feel any pleasure…”
She knows she’s making a fuss, an excuse to just say. It was awkward. There was not a single maggot in his voice as he spoke.
Of course you can’t believe it Why does it suddenly remind me of a heroine in an old erotic comic book who said she had gone but she didn’t?
The heroine in the cartoon, obviously, continued to disapprove of it, and in the end, she suffered even more severely. She just somehow remembered the heroine.
“Are you calling that an excuse?”
Then, she took her palms and rubbed them lightly on my vagina.
And, between her rubbing hands, I could see that her bodily fluids, which were obviously soggy, were coming out.
Clear evidence that she was taking pleasure in this situation.
Even without seeing it, I could tell that the sticky liquid was smeared between her palms.
And so that she herself could not deny it, she smeared the evidence on her palm and showed it in front of my eyes.
White and cloudy, love juice. To put it mildly, the juices from my cunt clung to her palms.
In the face of clear evidence, he couldn’t deny it and just bowed his head.
It was as if her own naked pervert nature had been exposed in front of everyone, and she could not bear the shame.
“Ha, at this rate, it will only be a reward, let alone a punishment.”
-Two,
Her spittle dripped onto her ass. An act that was excessively insulting, if it were a normal person, it would be normal to feel at least angry at this kind of behavior, but for some reason, my body was pounding. I find myself feeling joy in this situation.
“What good. If so, it is a reward.”
She despises
“Cry while apologizing, sow!”
——– Pair!!
Roughly, he slaps her palm down.
It hurts, but did I get used to it? Now I was feeling a more certain feeling of pleasure than before.
Even though I was embarrassed, I just put the words of apology that came to my mouth.
“I’m sorry for being a pervert!”
Words spoken inadvertently, so it is rather close to the true intention? A slight nasal sound is mixed with the screams that should be painful.
Irredeemable.
Confused mind, think so.
Are you satisfied with my apology? Or is it that my acknowledgment is filled with that sadism? The receptionist answered in a slightly softened voice.
“Yes, I know that, Mr. Pervert.”
“Two!”
—- Mate!!
Hit her ass again.
Maybe it was only then that he was able to think a little, and this time he thought about an answer that would satisfy her more.
Even though I know that it makes myself more miserable and ashamed. I have no choice.
“A lewd bitch, I’m sorry for showing you my insignificant naked body!”
Was it really inevitable?
Rather, aren’t you enjoying this situation right now?
Thoughts like that creep up, but I try to sink it under the water and just focus on this situation.
I desperately turn away from the sticky wetness of my pussy.
“Great. It’s a very appropriate apology phrase.”
“Three!”
—- Mate!!
“I’m sorry for soiling your clothes with my insignificant bodily fluids!”
A miserable phrase that keeps popping up.
Even though he speaks for himself, he feels that his human rights are being insulted, and while feeling miserable, he bends over in an unknown chill.
Now, I wonder if other people are noticing the movement of my hips, and the buzz around me grows louder.
My miserable self, I already doubted that I was just a livestock like pervert to them, maybe I was being seen as the same human being.
—- Mate!!
“I’m sorry I drank a human’s semen for a female subject.”
More and more, the words of apology are meaningless and change into words that only degrade oneself.
Is it an apology? Or is it just to make yourself miserable? And what happened to me who felt pleasure in this situation…?
Suddenly, on the hardwood floor that could be seen under her lowered head, she saw the puddle of her own liquid juice.
A slimy, turbid, gooey puddle.
—- Mate!!
…
…
—- Mate!!
How many times did it happen
Continue to make self-deprecating remarks.
One’s own dignity that is gradually worn away.
It’s been a long time since my buttocks were stained red, and before I knew it, all the eyes around me were looking at me with contempt.
The eyes of people who do not consider themselves human beings.
Only then do you realize your situation here.
Realize it, and that figure
Peaked
It has peaked
Grand ejaculation.
Just like that of a man, he climaxed while spouting water from his pussy on the collapsed embankment.
Like an ugly woman, she climaxed.
Between the unsightly collapsed body, a small rabbit’s tail protruded and twitched.
The eyes of the people around me were also looking down at me with scorn and contempt, as if looking at something lowly.
Someone thumped and spat on my body.
How can a lukewarm liquid, that insignificant drop of water, insult human dignity so much?
The feel of the sticky liquid flowing down my cheeks makes me more miserable than anything else.
“Totally, there is no such thing as a prostitute.”
Cold shoes, as if my skin had become toilet paper, I wiped the shoes dirty with my bodily fluids and rubbed them on my skin.
Her inorganic, cold touch was impressive because she felt like her.
