Chapter 214 - Season 2 - Executive Life 2
"Strip. Now, Kang Minseo."
Hayoung was determined to break Minseo in today.
He'd been getting far too arrogant lately.
He'd give her half-assed replies to her messages, or cancel their plans claiming he was "too busy with work"...
It was only natural for him to be busy after being reinstated as an Executive from a mere Sex Slave, but he had become far too cocky for his own good.
This was what happened when she gave him nothing but carrots. She'd been so soft on him because she loved him, forgetting to use the Whip to keep him in line.
In fact, none of the other Female Executives had even raised their voices at him since he'd regained his rank.
They all cherished and adored him far too much.
That was why they hadn't bothered to discipline him.
But as the days went by, Minseo's behavior had become increasingly bold and disrespectful.
Today, things finally boiled over. Hayoung decided it was time to pick up the Whip again.
Yet, perhaps because she still cared for him so deeply, or because it had been so long since she'd had to punish him...
Hayoung's heart wavered for a moment as she watched Minseo drop to his knees, sobbing.
His eyes were wide and trembling as he looked up at her, his face pale with pure terror.
It had been a while since she'd seen him looking so utterly broken, and the sight nearly softened her resolve.
...
....
She almost gave in.
If only Minseo hadn't opened his mouth.
"H-huh? R-right here...?"
Despite Hayoung's firm command, Minseo hesitated, trying to gauge her reaction.
Hayoung's word used to be absolute law to him.
Back then, she was the savior who had spared his life, and he had followed her every order to the letter.
That was the past.
Now, Minseo's status had risen significantly. He was an Executive of Baekhwa, commanding no fewer than thirty men.
Maybe it was that newfound power going to his head.
Minseo didn't want to perform the humiliating act of stripping in his own Office. He failed to obey even as Hayoung's rage reached its breaking point...
Hayoung had intended to just make him strip, give him a stern lecture, and let him off with a bit of shame if he'd just been obedient.
Her heart really had softened.
But.
But...
What the fuck did he just say?
For a second, Hayoung thought she'd misheard him.
She expected him to strip instantly and beg for mercy, but instead, he was actually hesitating because he was worried about his "position."
To make matters worse, Minseo added the finishing touch.
"H-hyuu... it's a bit much to strip here... Noona... my subordinates might see..."
Hearing that, the last thread of Hayoung's patience finally snapped.
Ah, I've completely failed his Slave training.
Fuck.
I'm going to train you so thoroughly that you'll never give a damn about your rank ever again, Kang Minseo.
"You're fucking hopeless, Kang Minseo."
With a heavy sigh, Hayoung pulled off her jacket and tossed it onto the sofa.
Her anger had peaked... and now she needed a heavy Whip to make him wail.
"N-noona... please..."
"Minseo. Shut your mouth. I think I'll lose it if you say one more word."
Hayoung looked down at him with cold eyes, filled with nothing but pure, icy rage.
Tremble, tremble...
Only then did Minseo realize, far too late.
He had become intoxicated by his own status.
He'd forgotten that with a single word from the woman standing before him, he could be dragged right back down to being a Sex Slave.
He'd grown so used to Hayoung and the other Executives treating him well over the past few months that he'd made a fatal mistake.
The price for his late realization was going to be enough to make him scream.
Slide—
Hayoung, now in just her white shirt, unbuckled the belt of her Dress pants...
Whish—!!!
Wrapping the leather expertly around her hand, she tested the weight. She was going to use it as a Whip for his punishment.
The sound of the belt cutting through the air was terrifying. Minseo's body shrank back, his fear doubling instantly.
"H-hng... H-haah..."
"Hey. Strip right now and get against the wall."
Hayoung didn't even use his name anymore. She pointed to the Office wall while gripping the makeshift Whip.
If she swung that thing mercilessly in here, the sound of the strikes would definitely echo outside even with the door closed, but Hayoung didn't give a shit anymore.
He needed a beating to snap him back to reality.
Hayoung realized that was exactly what Minseo needed right now.
"H-hng... H-haah... H-hic..."
Paralyzed by the chilling fear piercing through him, Minseo began to sob before she even touched him. His hands shook violently as he started to strip.
Hayoung's Whip training had begun.
"Strip faster!"
Hayoung didn't wait for him to finish. The first strike flew immediately.
Crack—!
The leather belt lashed across Minseo's white Thigh.
"A-agh!"
As the white-hot pain flared from his Thigh through his entire body, Minseo jerked violently. He began tearing his clothes off, moving faster than he ever had in his life.
Faint red welts began to bloom on his skin... and the stinging heat started to torment him.
Naked in an instant after just one swing, Minseo leaned against the wall, not even having the luxury to feel the shame of it.
His buttocks were presented clearly to Hayoung, his legs spread shoulder-width apart so his Penis was lewdly exposed between his thighs.
Minseo had been tormented in this wall-leaning posture many times before—both his back hole and his Penis—so the position was painfully familiar.
"H-hic... Haah... I... I'm sorry..."
Pressed against the wall, Minseo sobbed and begged for forgiveness.
But there was no way she was stopping now.
Crack—!
The second strike landed instantly.
The leather belt lashed his buttocks even more fiercely this time.
The flesh of his ass quivered from the impact, and a strained groan escaped his lips.
"H-huuuu—!!! H-hic... Haah..."
The return of this kind of pain after so long was a nightmare.
The agonizing sensation was etched directly into his skin, and tears of pure regret fell ceaselessly to the floor.
"Keep your mouth shut. You're annoying me."
Hayoung's expression didn't flicker even as she stained his pale skin red. She frowned and swung the third strike without a moment's rest.
Once again, the Whip drew a jagged red line across his backside...
Crack—!
"K-ngh... H-haaa... Uuu... Agh..."
Minseo writhed as the dizzying pain radiated through him.
Just three strikes.
After only three blows swung with Hayoung's full intent, Minseo's eyes were swollen from crying, and his legs were shaking so hard he looked ready to collapse.
And then came the fourth.
This time, the Whip caught him across his white back.
Minseo let out a cry that was almost a scream as he collapsed straight to the floor.
A red welt was drawn diagonally across his spine.
The pain made his head spin, and his legs simply gave out.
Fear, pain, regret, shame—it all ravaged his body at once.
Minseo had long since forgotten about being an Executive.
"H-hic... I'll be good... M-master... Master..."
Crawling to Hayoung on all fours, Minseo grabbed the hem of her pants and began to beg, his face a mess of tears.
He called her Master over and over, pleading for mercy with a ruined face and piteously trembling lips, but...
Hayoung's training was harsher than it had ever been.
"I told you not to open your mouth."
Looking down at him begging at her feet with cold, unchanging eyes, Hayoung...
Pointed back to the wall.
"Back against the wall. Every time you collapse, that's five extra strikes."
"H-hic... please... please..."
"The wall. Now."
Despite his piteous pleas, Hayoung didn't even blink.
In the end, Minseo let go of her pants and forced his shaking legs to stand, leaning against the wall once more.
Crack—!!
Crack—!
The belt tormented him relentlessly, staining his white skin a deep, angry red.
"H-haaaaa—!!!"
"H-hic! H-huuu—!!"
Multiple red marks crisscrossed his buttocks where the Whip had passed countless times. Minseo wailed, his legs giving out repeatedly only for him to force them straight again in terror.
The lashing showed no sign of ending. Every time he fell, five more strikes were added to the tally. He had no choice but to keep collapsing as the endless pain seeped into his very bones.
His once-pale body was now a map of red lines.
Wailing so hard he couldn't tell if it was tears or snot running down his face, Minseo could only beg and beg for mercy.
"H-haah... I... I was wrong... I won't do it again..."
He looked like he would shatter if touched. He frantically babbled for forgiveness, no longer even aware of what he was saying...
Perhaps his wailing finally reached her.
Hayoung's hand, which had been swinging the Whip so violently, finally stopped.
"H-haah... H-haah... Thank you... Thank you..."
Minseo felt a pathetic sense of relief just from the strikes stopping, and he panted heavily.
The pain had accumulated with every blow, and the beating from Hayoung—who had given him no time to breathe—had taught him a brutal lesson.
Hayoung set down the belt she'd been clutching.
However, putting down the Whip didn't mean she had forgiven him.
Forgiveness? Not a chance.
There were still plenty of punishments left for him.
But if she kept using the belt, he would surely faint...
She had to train him properly, balancing the intensity.
Between pleasure and pain.
Hayoung silently approached him as he trembled piteously against the wall.
"H-hic... H-hic..."
Just the sound of her footsteps made his body shudder in terror.
Hayoung reached out and grabbed his trembling, reddened buttocks.
"Lift your ass up. High."
At the cold command, Minseo pushed his buttocks toward her with all his might.
And then, Hayoung's strikes began again.
Standing behind Minseo as he leaned against the wall with his ass thrust out, Hayoung began to mercilessly slap both of his bright red cheeks with her bare hands.