Chapter 031 | 0031 Two symmetrical marks left on the white buttocks (sp)
Hobert asked Ussling to count, but her first words were a cry of pain.
A hard object slapped her buttocks; the owner had chosen the highest point of the arc as the opening reward, leaving a "smack" sound without warning.
Wu Xian's white flesh trembled, like an unripe snow-white peach gradually turning pink. Pain and itching came from her lower body. A little later than the sound, Hobert's words fell and red swelling appeared on her buttocks.
"Ugh... one!" Wu Xian wasn't sure if her master could hear her at that volume, but she felt like she was about to ooze water with desire.
Of course Hobert could hear it, and he could also see it. He saw Wu Xian's thigh muscles tense up for a moment after being whipped, and then relax and stick to the sheets after the pain subsided.
"Number, cloud."
He switched to the other side, using considerable force, not by flicking his wrist, but by pressing the mother-of-pearl fan, covered in intricate cutouts, against Wu Qian's buttocks.
"Second, Master."
Two white buttocks, leaving two almost symmetrical marks.
Hobert's cool fingertips rubbed against it, pressing and kneading, and he could see that Wu Xian's vulva between her legs contracted as a result.
He was a creature of darkness with keen hearing, able to hear even the faintest sounds like flesh closing and opening, flesh touching flesh and pulling out silky threads.
"Is this alright, Cloud?"
After the master's rough actions, he gently rubbed Wu Xian's buttocks to confirm her desire. These two actions had already aroused her, and she twisted her waist to rub against Hobert's palm, dizzily saying that it was okay.
"If possible, the later stages won't be light."
Wu Qian hadn't yet realized what "can" really meant. Hobert was setting a standard for her, but she wasn't willing to think too deeply about it. Her master's warmth was what she needed most right now, and everything else had to come later.
Hobert withdrew his hand after receiving feedback from Wu Xian and slapped the snow-white buttocks again.
The subcutaneous fat of the black scallop is not thick enough to effectively counteract external forces. With some skill, Hobart can make a noticeable sound even when the mother-of-pearl blows against his buttocks—not very crisp, but clear enough.
"Three, Master."
So far, Wu Xian felt it was still bearable. Her master wasn't using much force; it was spanking, not torture. Beneath the surface of pain was more about satisfying her particular fetish.
She counted while letting out muffled groans.
The mistress was a very planned person who strictly followed through on her instructions. She had never encountered a type like her before; compared to Mr. H's chaotic and torrential sadistic methods, Hobart was much more organized.
He followed the plan so strictly it was almost obsessive.
That's why she felt good at first.
When the mother-of-pearl flaps closed, the blows only hit a small rectangular area on Wu Qian's buttocks. Hobert had planned it from the beginning; the first strike on the top of the buttocks was like the first cut when slicing a cake, and the rest would follow that pattern.
One stroke after another, without overlapping, spreading along the tip and gradually approaching the root of the thigh.
"fifteen."
Wu Xian felt the pain intensify, but her master had said that he would only use this much force, which meant that her skin and flesh had become less resistant to the slapping and had become more sensitive.
"twenty."
The master had calculated it perfectly. He began to whip the area where Wu Xian's thighs met his buttocks without saying a word, and didn't even ask, as was customary, "Cloud, does this hurt?"
Hobert had a good grasp of every point, and his estimate was completely correct. Around twenty strokes would be the point where Wu Xian would feel pain but could still bear it. She would then leak more fluid, dripping and making that piece of sheet turn a conspicuous dark color.
"Twenty-four, Master."
The master spanked her entire buttocks until they were red and swollen.
His icy hands kneaded Wu Xian's swollen, red buttocks, grasping and releasing them, the white flesh reluctantly seeping out from between his fingers.
Suddenly, Hobert inflicted pain on Wu Qian again, the pain striking her like a thunderbolt without warning, causing Wu Qian to tremble uncontrollably.
It's unclear how he exerted his strength, but the mother-of-pearl fan spanned his two buttocks, at the very beginning of the top.
The already red and swollen flesh was instantly crushed, revealing a tender, fully ripe peach.
The extreme pain and pleasure, like a blooming orchid, pierced through Wu Xian. She first let out a cry that was both a sob and a plea, accompanied by a gush of vaginal fluid, "Ah..."
Only then, with a hoarse voice, did he remember to count to "twenty-five".
These twenty-five strokes brought her immense joy. Her upper body was curled up in the blanket, and in the heavy darkness, she felt as if she were floating to the sky with happiness.
Wu Xian twisted her body and called Hobert in a sweet voice, "Master." She wanted to say how wonderful he was and how much she loved him.
Hobart remained unmoved; he was stern and cold, and his response to her was a slap on the buttocks.
"Number, cloud."
Then Wu Xian realized that she wanted fifty, not twenty-five.
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