Chapter 5

　　I never knew I was capable of screaming like that, so loud and so relentlessly. After all, I was someone who had willingly taken a low-paying job just to speak to people as little as possible. Keeping my mouth shut had always made life so much easier for me.

　　I kept thrashing and collapsing, sobbing endlessly. I screamed that it hurt, begging her to stop. Yet even as I did, I was waiting for Won to grab a handful of my hair, waiting for her to force me back into position so I could break down all over again. The disconnect between my mind and body astonished even me.

　　I could feel the wet slickness between my legs. I wondered if I would ever experience a greater shock than this in my life.

　　“How many strokes do you think you’ve received so far, Daisy?” Won asked, her breathing perfectly even.

　　Seeing her still fully clothed, it hit me that what I was going through wasn’t even real play to her. A minor game like this probably didn’t even count as proper play in her eyes.

　　“If you guess the exact number, I will remove your blindfold.”

　　I could feel how heavy and soaked the fabric of my blindfold was. Being unable to see was far more suffocating and terrifying than I had ever imagined. If my hands hadn’t been bound, they would have reached up on their own to tear it off.

　　I tried to calculate. My body was screaming that I had been beaten mercilessly.

　　“Fi, fifty strokes.”

　　“Wrong.”

　　“Is it higher than that?”

　　“I told you to guess, Daisy, not ask questions.”

　　Thirty strokes. Wrong. Seventy strokes. Wrong. Then a hundred strokes.

　　When I reached a hundred, Won let out a soft laugh, low and quiet.

　　“I really can’t tell if Daisy is sensitive or completely dull,” she said.

　　Won was calling me unusual. Where could you find anyone as aggressively average as me, someone so utterly unremarkable that I blended into the background everywhere I went? Yet she called me unusual. Surprised, I told her that wasn’t true.

　　“I’ve never heard anyone say that to me in my life.”

　　“That’s because this is the first time you’ve met me, Daisy.”

　　She was right. Meeting Won was a first for me in so many ways. She was also the very first person to give me a play name.

　　“People are multi-dimensional, Daisy. You can never judge someone by a single dimension.”

　　“Nor should you,” she added. Then she told me that even though I hadn’t guessed correctly, she would remove the blindfold anyway. I was deeply touched by her gentle consideration.

　　The wet blindfold dropped onto the sheet. My eyes, swollen from weeping, struggled to adjust to the sudden light around me. I tried to rub my eyes with my bound hands, but couldn’t lift them properly. When I pulled against the rattling chains the wrong way, I ended up thrashing awkwardly across the bed again.

　　Won’s hand caught the back of my head, pulling firmly. I looked up and saw her full lips, curved with amusement. The moment I saw those lips, I knew I had fallen for her completely. I had no choice but to admit to myself how utterly infatuated I was with this woman.

　　I wanted to devour those lips. I wanted to bite into them greedily, filthily, drooling as I chewed and swallowed them whole.

　　How could lips look so breathtaking, so utterly appetizing? A fierce resolve took root deep inside me. Even if she were Satan, I would gladly follow her.

　　Won pulled back the curtain drawn beside the bed, revealing a massive full-length mirror behind it. She gripped my upper arm and guided me toward it. There, reflected in the glass, I could clearly see my own bottom.

　　Embarrassingly enough, considering that brutal burning feeling, the visible damage was trivial. The mottled red marks were faint at best, without even a minor scratch. I shifted my gaze, searching for any sign of bruising, but found nothing. How could that be? Bewildered, I looked up at Won for answers.

　　“The actual number of strokes Daisy received was precisely seven.”

　　That was an absurd lie. It made no sense. I opened my mouth to protest, but after screaming so long, my voice refused to work. A sting of betrayal washed over me. As I trembled, my face clearly showing my resentment, Won stroked my cheek with incredible gentleness.

　　“Most of it was just pinching and shoving Daisy’s body while pretending to strike.”

　　Won lightly tapped my chest and thigh in turn, tap, tap. She explained that most of the loud slaps had been her hitting the bed sheet with the paddle. I had been so terrified of being hit, so consumed by the fear of spanking, that I fell completely for the illusion. Like someone having a fatal heart attack out of pure panic from a single drop of falling water.

　　I couldn’t bear to lift my face. Whispering an apology, I cast my eyes downward. For someone who had barged in so impudently claiming to love spanking, my behavior was utterly shameful. Even if I had promised to endure ten strokes, I never could have kept it.

　　“Did it hurt very much?”

　　“No… yes. Yes, it hurt. Honestly, it hurt so much.”

　　I quickly added in a tiny voice that it wasn’t only pain. I wanted to show her at least a small glint of confidence, that even if I was inexperienced now, I would work hard to adapt and keep up with her.

　　“You felt it more painfully because you were afraid.”

　　Won slowly unbuckled the restraints binding my arms and legs. She carefully checked my wrists and ankles for injuries. Because I had panicked so violently, there were faint chafing marks where the leather edges had rubbed my skin, but the quality of the leather was high enough that the marks were negligible.

　　“Do you think you can take more, Daisy?”

　　A spike of desperation hit me. I felt that if I said no, she would throw me out on the spot. I wanted to prove to her that I was someone who could enjoy and handle her spanking. I nodded. Once I did, a quiet conviction washed over me, making me feel that I truly could take more.

　　“Then I will use my hand this time. Just as Daisy requested.”

　　“Yes, please.”

　　“I will strike at random, so tell me afterward which area felt best.”

　　Won instructed me to lie down comfortably on my stomach. Free from the restraints, I stretched my arms overhead and lay flat against the bed.

　　“You had better grip the sheet.”

　　I clutched the fabric of the fitted sheet in my fists.

　　“This is not a punishment, so do not tremble.”

　　“Yes, understood.”

　　“I am doing this for your pleasure, and because I want to learn which spots you prefer.”

　　Won reminded me once more not to forget that none of this was a punishment.

　　She grasped my ankle and slowly ran her hand upward. Caressing my calf and the sensitive back of my knee, her fingers traveled up my thigh and slipped into the inner cleft. She cupped and stroked my drenched core for a long moment. It wasn’t an overtly sexual touch, yet I was already intensely aroused.

　　“Look at this. Do not forget that this is for your pleasure, Daisy.”

　　Won brought her fingers right in front of my face, glistening with my slick wetness. A deep flush rushed to my cheeks as the sight and my own familiar scent filled my senses. She twirled her fingers slowly, letting me see just how wet her hand was.

　　Then she raised that slick hand high. A moment later, my bottom burst into flame. The whistle of her hand cutting through the air, the loud, wet crack as palm met flesh, and the cry tearing from my throat all crashed together at once.

　　My ears rang from the sound. I gripped the sheet with all my strength, trying to catch my breath. Won’s spanking was sharp, clean, and deep. The weight of that penetrating pain, delivered with precise, effortless technique, made it clear K hadn’t been exaggerating when she said spanking was Won’s specialty.

　　She delivered two consecutive slaps. My bottom jolted with the impact.

　　“Ah! Ah, ah…”

　　Yet it felt incredible. I felt my lower body clench tightly with arousal, a pleasure so vivid it sent a chill down my spine. Pressing my body into the mattress as if it were a lover, I began to rub my throbbing center against the sheets.

　　“Focus on the sensation, Daisy.”

　　Won raked her fingernails hard across my bottom. As her nails dug into flesh already throbbing with deep pain from the paddle and slaps, the sensation turned piercingly sharp. I shook my head, grinding my groin against the bed with even greater force as the thick heat of pleasure billowed through me.

　　My groans grew heavy and slick.

　　I heard the air whistle again. A rain of slaps showered down across my bottom and thighs in relentless succession. The backs of my thighs and both cheeks throbbed in rhythm with the pain.

　　“Ah, ah! Ah… haa.”

　　The speed of my hips rubbing against the sheet accelerated. Chasing the sensation, my pelvis moved on its own accord. It was a pleasure I couldn’t stop even if I tried.

　　I gripped the sheets so hard it felt as if I would tear the fabric apart. Yet as the intense warmth radiated through my entire core, I couldn’t stop rolling my hips to chase even greater stimulation. I was right at the edge of climax.

　　Just then, Won grabbed a fistful of my hair and roughly hauled me around onto my back. Still clinging to the sheet, I sobbed, my legs trembling violently under the overwhelming pressure of an impending orgasm.

　　“Did no one ever tell you that you are not allowed to climax whenever you please?”

　　I had had partners in the past who tried orgasm control. They simply hadn’t succeeded. Perhaps neither I nor those partners possessed the refined skill needed to walk that precarious tightrope of sensation.

　　From what I had heard secondhand at the club, controlling someone’s climax to stretch an intense peak out for as long as possible was an extremely difficult, advanced technique. My own body had confirmed that truth time after time through failed attempts.

　　I whispered that I had heard of it and apologized, gritting my teeth. But the pleasure building inside me refused to ebb away. The wave had already broken, and it felt as though the only way it would ever dissolve was if I was allowed to ride it out completely.

　　My center itched terribly with overstimulation. Deep inside, my body throbbed in relentless pulses, and the intense sensations kept arching my back against my will. I felt that if I could just touch myself a tiny bit, I would break through to a maddening ecstasy. But that was out of the question. Won had no intention of granting permission.

　　Won took hold of my legs and forced them wide apart, exposing my wet center completely. Goosebumps erupted over the insides of my thighs, my muscles trembling violently from the intensity.

　　That was when she struck my dripping heat.

　　A long, ragged cry broke from my mouth. Teetering on the edge of climax, my swollen clitoris had no immunity to pain. I groaned, attempting to snap my legs shut against the sharp, piercing sting, but with Won holding me open, it was entirely impossible.

　　“Spread them, Daisy.”

　　“It hurts… it hurts so much…”

　　“You know full well what happens if I have to say something twice, don’t you?” Her eyes glinted with a terrifying sharpness. It was the gaze of an apex predator locking onto its prey, a lethal intent radiating from those eyes, making it clear she would not stop until she had squeezed the very breath from her target.

　　I spread my legs wider. Won commanded me to use both hands to hold my intimate folds open. I obeyed. My clitoris felt swollen and hypersensitive, and Won brought her hand down hard right on that spot. A spray of sticky moisture splattered outward from my drenched core.

　　Droplets landed across Won’s face and my own. With every strike, my slick arousal flicked into the air, filling the space with a shamefully intimate scent.

　　“Hah, ah! Ah… ah!”

　　I thrashed my head side to side, letting out continuous high-pitched cries. The orgasm that had briefly receded gathered itself into an even larger wave, threatening to sweep me under completely. I felt like I was losing my mind.

　　Without pausing her punishment below, Won shifted her wet hand to strike my breasts. My breasts jiggled with each hard slap. Clinging to the sheets with everything I had, I bit my lip and sobbed aloud.

　　“You know, Daisy, I love it when someone becomes completely defenseless. Just like you are right now.”

　　Won climbed fully onto the bed, straddling my thighs to pin my legs in place. Then she began slapping my chest, my neck, and my cheeks. My head snapped side to side with every loud smack of palm against skin.

　　“Out of a hundred people, every single reaction is different, and that brings me so much joy. It feels as if I am monopolizing that exact moment. Just like right now.”

　　The maddening climax completely overpowered the pain of her blows. If anything, every stroke of Won’s hand multiplied the intensity of my peak. Sobbing and whimpering, I surrendered my consciousness entirely to the crushing wave of ecstasy.

　　Through my body, I finally grasped the true meaning behind Won’s order not to climax carelessly. She was telling me not to come easily, casually, cheaply, or predictably, because she was capable of giving me a far greater release.

　　Won hadn’t stopped my climax to deny me; she had driven me with such harsh discipline to give me something unimaginably better. I wanted to be struck again and again, pushed until my physical body could bear no more, surrendering myself entirely to her without end.

　　“I feel like I’m going to…”

　　“What was that?”

　　“I feel like I’m going to go crazy.”

　　“I know. I can tell, Daisy.”

　　Won delivered one final slap across my cheek, and I slipped into unconsciousness.

　　It was a perfect climax, an end that could not have been more complete. I had never experienced an orgasm so excruciatingly intense, one that felt as though it was burning me alive. To taste that feeling again, I knew I could endure any punishment she gave me.