Obsessive Pleasure - Chapter 25

Without a moment’s hesitation, Liang Yun bent down into a kneeling position, her arms still bound behind her back, making the movement somewhat awkward.

She pressed her upper body tightly against the mattress, her legs slightly parted, leaving her round, snow-white bottom cocked high in the air.

To Chen Yang, her silent yet swift action clearly carried a strong sense of defiance and provocation.

“Alright, today we’ll have a little chat about your bad temper.” A palm stroked Liang Yun’s smooth buttocks and gave them two menacing slaps.

At some point, Chen Yang had pulled a large suitcase over. The case was wide open, revealing an array of various implements and tools.

Liang Yun glanced at it and instantly tensed up, yet she remained motionless in her kneeling position, silently reciting:

Born great, dying with g

“Whoosh—PAK!“

“A-A-AHHHH—” Before she could finish her revolutionary pledge, an explosive, searing pain landed on her rear.

It was the rattan cane.

The strike made Liang Yun scream, and her flat-pressed chest involuntarily lifted from the bed surface.

The cane paused, its tip poking her lower back. “Hold your position!”

Liang Yun reluctantly pressed her upper body back against the sheets, her butt thrust high.

Pak, pak, pak. A few sharp and fast strikes landed again on the apex of her buttocks.

She gritted her teeth, but a few moans still escaped her lips.

“Weren’t you refusing to answer my question? If you have the guts, don’t speak again. Let’s see if your mouth is tougher than my cane!”

Another cane strike landed on the junction between her buttocks and thigh. An instant streak of reddish-purple, threaded with tiny bursts of bl00d, appeared.

Liang Yun’s tears flowed freely.

The brief pause seemed to give her time to answer.

Chen Yang heard no satisfactory response, and his arm immediately lifted, letting a rapid succession of cane strikes fall.

Pak! Pak! Pak! Pak!.

Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain!

Liang Yun completely abandoned her pride. Her butt felt like it was being scorched by fire. She screamed repeatedly, heedless of everything, frantically flipping over and scrambling into the corner of the bed. “Master! Master! Slower! Please, please go easy on me!”

Chen Yang showed no mercy. His reply was another heavy strike, landing squarely on her ample chest. Her protruding n1pples were forced into a sharp shudder.

Liang Yun’s cry of pain nearly broke her voice. She quickly flipped back over and resumed her kneeling position.

The resilient rattan cane continued to descend without a hint of compassion.

Her previously snow-white buttock cheeks were now swollen and red, a cruel, vibrant sight. Several spots at the join of her butt and thigh already bore deep purple bruises.

Liang Yun felt like her backside was being fried in a vat of oil, sizzling and smoking. The overwhelming pain wove itself into a large net, covering her completely, giving her no way to heaven or hell.

She was long past being able to maintain her posture, now lying flat on the bed, writhing left and right. Yet no matter what she did, she could not escape the fierce blows of the cane.

Liang Yun cried and yelled, no longer caring if the neighboring rooms could hear her, but the petals between her legs were trembling madly. Her smoothly shaved intimate area was thoroughly soaked, and slippery, glistening love juice left a clear mark on the dark sheets.

The whistling of the cane stopped.

The entire room was silent, broken only by Liang Yun’s ragged breathing and stifled sobs.

Chen Yang unlocked the tie binding her wrists. “Arms forward, stretch them out.”

Liang Yun obediently complied, burying her head between her two arms, her rear thrusting even higher into the air.

A soft clinking sound came from the toolbox.

Chen Yang approached with a ball gag. He patted Liang Yun lightly on the back. “Head up, open your mouth!”

Liang Yun turned her head, sobbing, and her mouth was instantly stuffed full and tightly secured, the leather straps buckling tightly at the back of her head.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the implement in Chen Yang’s hand had been replaced by a sandalwood paddle.

It was narrow, heavy, and solid.

“Thirty strokes,” he said.

Before she could react, the first paddle strike was swung down forcefully, whistling through the air.

A finger-wide welt immediately rose on the already raw and red apex of Liang Yun’s buttocks.

“Mmph—” She began to tremble violently.

Pak! Pak! Pak! Pak!

Dull pain, blow after blow, without pause, smashed onto her rear, piercing through her flesh and drilling into her bones.

Chen Yang’s strikes were heavier than before, and this type of implement easily causes concentrated bruising. He worked silently, but meticulously, ensuring that each strike landed on a different part of Liang Yun’s bottom, evenly distributing the pressure on the skin.

Liang Yun twisted in agony, instinctively trying to reach behind to shield herself, but Chen Yang firmly pressed her hands down. “If you block again, I’ll make it sixty!”

The physical gap between them was immense; she couldn’t break free. With Chen Yang’s threat of doubling the punishment, Liang Yun resigned herself and gave up resisting.

Due to the restriction of the ball gag, her tongue was pressed and unable to move, and her cries were reduced to only low, muffled “mmph-mmph” moans.

Her nose was congested from crying, making it impossible to breathe easily. She instinctively wanted to open her mouth wide to gasp for air, but the rubber gag made it incredibly difficult. Saliva dripped uncontrollably, leaving her chin a messy disaster.

Her desperate struggle caused her body to arch further backward. Liang Yun was now forcibly tilting her head high, the defiance in her eyes gradually being replaced by pleading.

She made choked, unintelligible sounds as if she wanted to say something, but Chen Yang acted as if he didn’t see it, pressing down on her sweat-slicked back and continuing to swing the paddle onto her rear.

He watched the buttock flesh, at the moment the wooden paddle struck, indent and turn white as bl00d flow was momentarily blocked. Then, as the paddle lifted, it trembled and bounced back, the rushing bl00d instantly staining the skin a vivid, hot red-purple.

Violent struggles only led to exhaustion. Liang Yun soon lay flat on the bed, like a fish out of water, passively allowing her bruised and battered backside to continue taking the punishment.

Tears, snot, and drool were all smeared together, leaving the bedsheets in a miserable state.

🎭 Short Skit Time 🎭

Liang Yun: At the electro-luminescent moment when Master, with an impartial face, raises the cane and paddle, about to thunderously strike my weak and innocent rear, my mind is stormed by ten thousand charging steeds of iron-willed, death-defying, solitary, cold-proud heroes Wen Tianxiang, Tan Sitong, Qiu Jin, Jiang Zhuyun… They become the spiritual force for my unshakeable resolve to ‘clench the green mountain and not let go’! My predecessors are watching me, encouraging me, waiting for me! AHHHHHH

Chen Yang: You’re about to be beaten, and you can still concoct such a dramatic scene in your head. Truly worthy of being the perfect person in my eyes, you. Are. Done!

Author-nim (Grabbing melon seeds, pulling up a stool): I’m claiming the front row. You two, please continue, continue.