A slut who can't live without men and loves to be trained

A typical Eastern lady. A white-collar worker in a foreign company, intelligent and quick-witted,
and at home a virtuous and charming young woman.

These past two days, when she returned home, her husband noticed her slightly furrowed brows and inquired tenderly. She only managed a forced smile,
revealing a sense of bewilderment. Knowing her troubled mind, her husband could only maintain a peaceful atmosphere at home for her sake.

That evening, the two huddled together, intending to make love… Yulin seemed oblivious,
unmoved by her husband's provocations. Normally, her husband might have been stern, and a spanking would have been
inevitable. But today, her husband was incredibly considerate, gently but firmly holding her in his arms, his
caresses making her think more deeply—the thought of keeping her job lingered in her mind.

During her husband's powerful thrusts, she didn't respond as passionately as usual, but the slight rise and
fall her that she mustn't let her husband know about what had happened recently, lest he worry. Otherwise, her stubborn husband might
complicate matters and force her to leave the foreign company where she could fully realize her potential.

Afterwards, she told her husband she would be leaving for a month to receive training at the Singapore headquarters.

Lin was the foreign trade manager at the company. Not only was her beauty striking, but her intelligence always gave
her an edge in business. However, during a negotiation, she
became quite annoyed by a British client who had been staring at her lecherously for a long time. Remembering his lecherous behavior during breaks—his attempts to get close and take advantage of her—she couldn't help but let her personal feelings get
in the way , committing a major diplomatic taboo. Her sharp tongue offended the client, causing
a development plan crucial to the entire company to fall apart.

Afterwards, the company was filled with complaints about her. Her boss's reprimand only fueled her anxiety.
She was a pillar of the company, heavily promoted, given the best platform, yet she had been overly diligent and
failed to serve the company effectively. She was instructed to report directly to the new headquarters to confess her mistakes and await punishment.

She knew she now faced two paths: one was to report according to the contract and company regulations to seek
a turnaround; the other was to compensate for the losses and be fired. For days, Lin was deeply troubled. But
self-blame prevailed. This could have been easily tolerated or handled artfully; why take
it so seriously? She blamed herself for being so immature. She decided that once in Singapore, she would sincerely repent for
the harm she had caused the company and strive for new opportunities.

Upon landing, Lin went straight to headquarters. The bald CEO told her to report to the administration office first.

Entering the solemn administration office, recalling the CEO's aloof expression, Lin felt this trip was
fraught with danger . A middle-aged man gave her a cold look. Lin suppressed her inner panic and tried to
smile at him in a friendly manner, but the man didn't seem to be attracted to this rare Asian beauty in Singapore. He simply gestured
to a young woman next to him to bring out a book for her to sign. After signing her
name looking at everyone present with a helpless expression. The middle-aged man
flicked , and the image of the bald CEO appeared on the closed-circuit television behind him. The image looked at the helpless
Lin and spoke: "Ms. Lin, you are a beautiful and outstanding young lady. Due to a significant mistake at work, unfortunately,
you will be subject to our Singaporean-style regulations. Here, whether in schools, companies, or courts…
unforgivable mistakes will be met with severe punishment. What kind of punishment? You will
see . Because you are a Chinese woman, although you work for this group, out of courtesy,
we must let you understand what kind of punishment we are talking about so that you can make your final decision. To be honest,
you are indeed a very excellent manager, and we don't want to lose you because of this… Therefore, after you have read what you must understand
now , you will make the most important choice of your life: either stay or…" "Accepting punishment is one option,
the other is to signify surrender and leave the company."

Lin stared blankly at the bald man as he finished his explanation. Then, the middle-aged man pressed a button, and
the words "Xinzhi Prison" appeared on the screen: a man stood in an empty cell, while a burly man urged the prisoner
to strip naked. The prisoner was pale and moved slowly. Finally, after being stripped naked, he was forced onto a rack, bent over, and
bound in a spread-eagle position. A wide leather strap tightened around his waist, making his buttocks protrude. At this moment,
another man skillfully wielded a long leather whip behind him, the whip cracking in the wind. The camera then cut to
the prisoner's face; he was bloodless and drenched in sweat. Just as he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, a loud "crack!"
struck his buttocks, leaving a deep, bloody welt in the center… Seeing this, Lin's heart
clenched then pounded wildly, mirroring the buttocks on the screen. The middle-aged man in the administration office sat opposite
Lin'er, his cold gaze fixed on her tense expression. Lin'er was completely oblivious; she only saw the burly man on the television raise his whip again—
*crack*—a trickle of blood slowly flowed from his buttocks. The tightly bound body couldn't conceal the violent
struggle and painful trembling. Lin saw the veins bulging on the prisoner's face and neck, his hopeless eyes wide and
bloodshot, his mouth gaping open like a dead fish. After a few lashes, a prison guard opened the door, and male and female reporters immediately flooded in, their
cameras flashing at the gruesome buttocks.

Seeing this, Lin felt extremely uneasy. She thought to herself: What was the punishment they just told me about?
Since they showed me this, isn't it telling me that my punishment is also…? She dared not think further.

At this moment, the middle-aged man, who hadn't uttered a word yet, spoke up: "What are you thinking about, beautiful Miss China?
This is a male prisoner, and you are neither a man nor a prisoner. Just relax and read the next paragraph." Miss Lin, hearing this,
looked uneasy, avoiding the cold, indifferent man. She could only turn her gaze back to the screen, where
the words "National High School" appeared: A young girl, carrying books, head down, dragging her feet, pushed open
the door of the disciplinary office. Seeing a male instructor, she didn't dare lift her face, burying her face as she handed him her text. The male instructor didn't even glance
at it, taking it and slamming it onto her pitiful face. The girl's black hair fluttered in the wind, and
she blinked rapidly in fright at the male instructor's shouts. There was no movement for a long time; the instructor seemed very angry,
as if he was saying her essay was a mess or something.

After everything calmed down, the girl walked shakily to the corner, knelt on a high stool, stretched out
her arms , took down a rattan cane hanging high, and silently presented it with both hands to the standing instructor, respectfully...
She offered it respectfully, head bowed. As the instructor took the whip, Lin noticed the girl
stealthily . The instructor merely bent the not-so-frightening rattan cane slightly with both hands, without saying a word.
The girl then pulled down her skirt, turned, and leaned against the back of a chair. Lin noticed the chair might be special,
as it leather wristbands on the sides for binding her hands. As the poor girl reached behind her back as if to remove her last remaining white
panties, the instructor perhaps stopped her, making her walk to him, resting her elbows flat on his desk. He
sat there, her buttocks protruding from his thighs, within easy reach.

As he pulled down her underwear, exposing her bare buttocks, he repeatedly stroked the area awaiting a spanking
, a hint of pity on his face as he said, "You only act so pitiful when it's time to spank.
You're always laughing and joking, and you never complain about your homework." Once her underwear was down, her snow-white buttocks were fully exposed. The
instructor kneaded them until they trembled and glistened, saying, "Today I should have handcuffed you to the torture bench, and spanked you
so badly you couldn't sit for three days. But I want to give you a chance. Remember to repent after the pain, understand?" The girl's buttocks were pressed
against the instructor who was about to spank her, and when she nodded, even her buttocks nodded in obedience.

Lin saw that the instructor stopped massaging her buttocks and raised the cane, striking the girl's
buttocks . The blows seemed light, but they were long, until the girl's buttocks could no longer bear the pain and
began to tremble. The red welts on her buttocks gradually merged into one, the lines still clearly visible due to the varying pressure of the blows
. Lin noticed that the instructor's hand was pressing down firmly on the girl's body. From the girl
's expression and the condition of her buttocks, it was clear that although she dared not struggle, the pain in her buttocks made it difficult for her to restrain herself.
After the caning was finished, the girl, tears streaming down her face, touched her red buttocks and stood silently in the corner, putting the cane back in its place...

Lin witnessed this scene and thought to herself: I've heard of Singapore's harsh laws and punishments, but I didn't expect them to be used so
extensively. It's chilling. Just as she dared not speak, she heard the young woman in the room whisper to the middle-aged man, "I
received two of the heaviest lashes in school. Once, I resisted a few times when they were taking off my pants, but they still managed to pull them off
completely , so they whipped me harder, and my buttocks were beaten raw. The other time, the teacher ordered me to put my hands behind my head and whip me
thirty times. During the whipping, I was in so much pain that I turned around to try and stop the cane, and I ended up being tied up tightly and
getting another hard whipping . I completely broke down that time." The middle-aged man smiled and said to her, "Oh, no wonder you're
so obedient now. Last time you made a mistake and were being punished by being tied up, you begged them not to tie you up, saying that no matter how hard or painful the whipping was, you would definitely
accept the punishment properly.

In the end, you endured those fifty lashes." "Your buttocks are several sizes bigger than usual, yet
you still lie there writhing and thrashing about. I really admire you." The young female employee chuckled and said, "Actually
, when I'm being hit, I think it's better to be tied up. Because whether you're tied up or not, your buttocks hurt the same.
It's just psychological. When you're not tied up, you have to force yourself to accept the excruciating pain with your whole body. But when you're tied up,
you think, 'Whatever, I can't run away or hide anyway, let my buttocks suffer to its heart's content.'" The middle-aged man
laughed heartily, "That's truly your experience." Lin sat there alone. Although they didn't try to hide their conversation from her
, she felt like she was eavesdropping, and coupled with her current situation, she felt extremely uncomfortable. Lin
felt that the man had a slightly mischievous, boyish smile on his lips when he spoke, and he also exuded a strong
coffee scent. Then the woman asked the man, "Hey, this really pretty woman, she has a great figure. Even
sitting down, her buttocks look so round and full. They must be so juicy when she takes them off. Are you going to be the one
to punish ?"

Lin, hearing that she was being talked about, looked away anxiously when the man glanced at her.
She felt incredibly embarrassed and helpless. The middle-aged man looked at Lin, who sat there alone and alone. Seeing
the oriental charm emanating from her, her graceful breasts rising and falling gently, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. This woman was too
beautiful. He'd heard she was known as the "Oriental Goddess" in her company in China. It was just a slip of the tongue, yet she was being punished for the same mistake.

Just as he was lost in thought, the female employee said to him, "Play another clip for her."
The words "Hongye Administration" popped up on the screen again. Seeing Lin still silently looking down, the female employee cleared her throat and said, "Hey, look up and
pay attention." Lin unconsciously raised her eyes to look. She thought to herself: This kind of experience is quite eye-
opening, but the thought of it being a personal account made her feel uneasy. Her bottom felt like it was sitting on pins and needles,
or as if a thousand ants were crawling on it. She couldn't help but lean forward slightly, but since her bottom had never
felt that kind of pain before, she remained seated with ladylike elegance. She saw a young woman on the screen, about the same
age as herself. Oh, she was being bound hand and foot and led into that stern little room. Ah,
among the two men and one woman escorting her, wasn't one of the men from the administration office? And the woman was obviously the
lady .

Oh, seeing this scene, Lin's heart tightened again. She felt this terrible punishment drawing
ever closer... Then, she saw the woman pressed against the edge of a table, her buttocks raised high. One person held down
her bound upper body to prevent her from lifting it, while two others swiftly unzipped her pants and pulled them down,
revealing her pale buttocks, like two small hills standing proudly before the two men and the woman. The young woman's face was down, her hair lightly
covering her cheeks, her expression more sorrowful than humiliated, her mouth covered. Lin noticed that the restrained body suddenly became restless,
especially her unbound legs, which were kicking uneasily, seemingly encountering obvious discomfort and making futile
resistance . Three or four hands immediately pressed down on her restless legs.

As the camera cut, Lin realized that the female employee had pried open her anus, and a man was trying to force a small,
cone-shaped wooden plug inside. When it wouldn't go in, he pulled the plug out and used his fingers to probe
and dig at her anus… Lin saw the woman's agitated expression, her face flushed, her mouth gagged, unable to speak.

Seeing this, Lin's own anus involuntarily contracted and throbbed. She remembered how, at home, her husband
would sometimes, while making love, his hands, holding her buttocks, would secretly probe her unsuspecting anus.
She would always be initially disturbed by discomfort, shifting her body to prevent further penetration; however, her aroused buttocks
were always firmly controlled by her husband's hands, until finally, she could only let him withdraw a finger from each hand and
tenderly probe her anus, spreading her buttocks apart at will… until finally, he turned her over…
She turned around, letting her husband's long weapon make its final thrust into her narrow anus.

Lin, seeing this, didn't understand that plugging her anus was a necessary preparation for a severe beating,
to prevent incontinence and soiling of her beautiful buttocks during the blows. A close-
up magnified the trembling of her anus, and finally, the small wooden plug disappeared without a trace.

The female employee holding her anus released her grip with a sigh of relief. The bound woman's buttocks
immediately returned to their normal position, twitching a few times. The middle-aged man then lifted her buttocks even higher, and the female employee, as if by unspoken agreement
, inserted a round rod deep into her pubic area. After confirming a "seal," she untied
the ropes binding her body and removed the gag. The two men urged her to quickly undress. Although her body was freed, her face showed
immense pressure. Under their watchful eyes, she began to undress, stripping completely naked. Lin was unaware that
the woman was filled with unbearable fear. She knew perfectly well that the "blocking from the front and back"
she had just endured was like handcuffs and shackles for a death row inmate; it irrevocably foreshadowed the
excruciating pain her buttocks were about to suffer! This pain would chill her to the bone, it would make her scream in fury, it would make her blood boil,
it would make her buttocks cease to exist. As the woman, her breasts trembling, was helped onto a rack, she clasped her hands together, extended her
wrists, and placed them into open leather loops. She lay prone, helplessly bending her legs, inserting them
into the loops. The female clerk pressed something, and all the loops tightened instantly, especially the ones around her waist and
legs . The woman's head was slightly tilted back, but her buttocks protruded even more. Lin saw that her lifeless
eyes were fixed on her bound hands, as if resigned to fate, or perhaps silently praying.

The camera focused on her buttocks again. Lin felt that those buttocks, amidst the undulating motion of her body, were so prominently
displayed, like two bright moons about to be obscured by dark clouds.

Little did she know that such buttocks, such a figure, might be considered beautiful
and flawless in the eyes of others, even women; but for the woman being punished, it was an unspeakable humiliation and shame… At this moment, Lin noticed a
man massaging her buttocks, with a woman assisting beside him, kneading the buttocks until they were bumpy and swaying. Lin
didn't know that this was a warm-up treatment before the beating, usually done only with a severe beating, so that the beating would last longer,
hurt more, and be more thorough. They didn't judge the punishment's limit based on the screams of the punished, nor did they use
the rapid trembling of the buttocks as a standard; they simply used pre-punishment massage to activate the victim's endurance. They would also pause during the punishment
to massage, assessing the pain and delaying the punishment by observing the softness and stiffness of the buttocks after the beating. Lin unconsciously recalled
how her buttocks were like her husband's pet, often receiving his affectionate massages. Sometimes, when they sat side-by-side on the sofa watching
TV, her husband would mischievously place her
buttocks completely, like a ball, playing with them at will, kissing and slapping them—she was helpless against him.

But that was all flirtatious and carefree, not this chilling and murderous atmosphere. Look at the woman's expression as she lay on the rack,
her massaged buttocks seemingly smiling, yet a river of spring water flowing towards pain; her face was filled with sorrow and misery. The pain,
though late, was inevitable, and she could only whisper in her heart: "Oh, I'm sorry,
my buttocks… Your pain is my pain." Just as Lin was unaware, the woman felt no movement on her buttocks,
knowing they had already moistened the whip in the water. A deep, long-awaited fear erupted, and she pleaded
desperately , "For the sake of our past work and play, I... I'll leave my buttocks to you! Please... please
don't be too harsh!" The sobs in her voice made Lin's heart clench, as if she were experiencing the same pain herself. However,
no one was moved. They all thought a woman's buttocks were most beautiful after being whipped; they wouldn't miss this beautiful
season. They would only revel in her suffering, finding the most captivating scenery within. When
the whip was pulled from the water and the water droplets were shaken off, the howling wind made the buttocks tremble, the flesh
tense and frozen. Lin's heart also pounded. She stared intently at the whip, finding the buttocks—
a loud smack accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream filled the air! Seeing Lin's trembling expression, the female employee in the room
turned down the volume. But it was all too horrifying; Lin was utterly horrified.
The cracking of the whip echoed across her heaving buttocks, each red line branding her plump bottom, pulled and writhed
by the flesh—a cruel yet vibrant spectacle, a tragic beauty unfolding.
Sweat and tears mingled on the woman's face; her nostrils flared, her mouth gaped, tongue lolling, uttering a jumble of sounds, yet her buttocks remained
gracefully upturned, her body still undisturbed yet serene! She allowed the whip, like a fiery snake, to dance wildly,
kissing her buttocks again and again. And in this passionate kiss, her buttocks finally shed tears of emotion, unable to contain themselves.

The wind subsided, but her buttocks continued to writhe violently. A female employee approached and wiped away the drops
of blood . Her buttocks went limp, accepting the calm treatment. Then, a liquid was applied, making them
shiny and oily in no time. A man approached and stroked her buttocks. At first, her buttocks flinched, but perhaps due to the oil
, they soon became compliant, their skin rippling with new waves. Then
the man holding the whip approached again, gesturing for them to leave. Her buttocks seemed to possess a spirit,
showing ; yet, filled with deeper fear, her steady buttocks faced the whip-wielder with terror.

Perhaps she felt the whip behind her was already raised high, ready to strike. Her buttocks, after the pain and subsequent
soothing extremely disoriented and chaotic. What should have been a tight clenched buttocks, out of fear, inexplicably
parted wildly to the sides, revealing her anus protruding and a small part of her anus. Just as she was about to close her
buttocks, a sudden, lightning-fast lash of the whip pierced the air, leaving her unable to close them. Clearly, the whipper
had slowed his pace, waiting for her wildly beating buttocks to return to a more normal state before striking again, but the force
remained undiminished! The pain was still unbearable, enough to extinguish any remaining hope in her buttocks. Crack! Crack!
– her buttocks had endured countless seasons, wondering when the cycle of life would end. Without the deepest pain, there was no sweetness in her buttocks.

As Lin'er watched tremblingly as her buttocks, covered in red and purple welts, were lifted, placed on a stretcher, and carried away
, the door slammed shut, silencing the sounds of whipping, low moans, and loud shouts that filled the room. The administrative office was deathly silent. Lin'er's
heart was heavy with complex emotions. Finally, she mustered her courage, her clear gaze boldly landing on the middle-aged man's face.
Lin noticed his name and position on the nameplate on his desk: Zong Chao, male, deputy
director . Through Zong Chao's face, shrouded in smoke, Lin asked anxiously, "Director Zong, is my punishment...

also... like that?" Zong Chao merely glanced at Lin, his voice low and deep: "
The boss explained your situation to me before you came to Singapore. As usual—a spanking... because you
work for our company under the new system. However, headquarters also considered that you are Miss China. Whether
to accept it —is up to you. If you want to continue serving our company, you must accept this
punishment.

Of course, if you believe in your dignity, then please leave us and bear your
financial responsibilities. However, the company knows your contributions, but compared to the losses you caused this time, the wrongs far
outweigh the merits." Lin fully understood the choice she had to make on this trip to Singapore. She also understood that
the price of a spanking in Singapore was paramount. While the earlier scenes hadn't yet terrified her, the
pained faces of those being punished truly chilled her to the bone. Just as Lin was feeling lost and helpless, Zong Chao spoke again: "

Miss Lin, you know we value efficiency. We don't procrastinate. You need to
make a decision now; it's our company's way of showing you respect. If it were any of our own citizens or foreigners committing
a serious offense in our country, they would have been imprisoned and awaiting execution long ago. Besides, even a beating wouldn't guarantee their job security."
He then gestured for a female employee to hand him a form and have her check a box. Lin took the form, gritted her teeth, and
signed her name in the section indicating she was willing to accept the Singapore company's terms of service. Lin resigned herself to her fate. To realize her ambitions, she secretly thought that
since she often mentioned to her husband that they wanted to immigrate to Singapore, wouldn't the law of spanking eventually become a constraint on her life?

After Zongchao looked at the watch, the female employee immediately took out a rope and tried to tie Lin'er up on the spot.
Lin was still in shock and took a few steps back when she saw that she was going to be tied up. She looked at the two of them with surprise. She
couldn't believe that they had come so quickly, and she thought that she didn't need to be tied up. She could just accept being spanked. Why make it
so scary?

But Zongchao said to her, "Follow the rules. We'll send her to the detention center first. Cooperate now." Lin didn't want to resist.
She thought that would make her even more out of control. Since it was the rule, she could only let the female employee tie her
up like a little lamb. Lin's mind was filled with the image of a woman being beaten, bound hand and foot, being led to the torture chamber. With her hands tied
behind her back, Lin was led down a long corridor. Occasionally, a passerby would stare at her. Perhaps it was her bound posture
that accentuated her alluring figure, making her breasts, encased in ropes, even more captivating. With her hands tied behind her back
, she moved with graceful steps, her buttocks swaying swaying. A young man from the company followed her for a long time before the female
employee grabbed his ear, ordered him to pull down his pants, and gave him several lashes on his buttocks. Only then did he shut his drooling mouth,
grab his pants that barely covered his bottom, and hurriedly run away, causing the two to burst into laughter. Lin'er dared not look away, letting her
long eyelashes conceal her eyes full of shyness. Although she didn't recognize anyone here, anyone who saw her like this knew that this woman
was about to be spanked. Perhaps it was commonplace here, but for Lin, it was an overwhelming feeling of embarrassment. When she was brought
before the bald boss for a report, the boss, seeing her bound, immediately understood that she had submitted to company management. He quickly ordered
two people to untie her, saying, "Miss Lin is our employee, but she's still our guest. Besides, given
her position in the company, she can be exempted from being tied up and detained. Let's skip this formality. Arrange a nice apartment for her, treat her well. Being punished is
one thing, but that's another." After saying this, he ordered the female employee to take her to settle in,
while Zong Chao stayed behind to await further instructions. After watching Lin leave with the female employee, the boss instructed Zong Chao to treat Lin with courtesy,
cultivate a good relationship, and make her understand that being spanked is the rule, merely a punishment for her mistake, nothing else.
The spanking should be as severe as her offense, so painful that she wouldn't dare to repeat it. Any requests she might have could be handled
at his discretion . In short, the principle was that the pain should not be lessened in the slightest, but it should not damage her feelings for the company. Zong Chao
accepted the order and immediately carried it out. After Lin'er was settled in, the female employee named Huihui often kept her company, chatting with her and
occasionally taking her shopping. Huihui treated Lin very kindly, trying to ease Lin's tense mood. Sometimes, Lin even forgot
her troubles and smiled. But the shadow hanging over her buttocks was especially heavy at night. One night,
Huihui shared a room with Lin'er. To help Lin transition smoothly, Huihui casually asked, "Have you ever
been spanked where you are? It's been a regular occurrence for me since school. Fortunately, I haven't been punished by law, but those spanks draw
blood like that, I thought it would be better to be sentenced to a few lashes by the court. But those mean I can't move or wear pants
for months ; it's too much suffering."
"And it has to be reported and shown on television to the public..." Lin listened pitifully to
Huihui's account, saying, "I don't think I've ever been formally spanked. Besides, we don't have such rules where I'm from.
Sometimes my husband spanks me, but it only hurts a little, it's not a real spanking." At this point, Lin felt a little embarrassed and
turned to Huihui, asking, "Are you all spanked naked? Will you do that to me too? Can't you..."

Before she could finish, Huihui replied, "Of course you have to be naked to spank me, because we all know that spanking
is painful and shameful." Lin said, "Naked..." " Being spanked with your bare buttocks exposed is shameful enough,
why make you completely naked?" Huihui said, "Sigh, don't mention it, it's the rule, besides, my buttocks are already exposed,
when it starts hurting, I won't care about anything else." Lin then said, "Didn't there show of bare buttocks in the video just now
? Can you tell them for me, and that I can just be spanked with my buttocks exposed?" Huihui looked at the worried Lin
and said, "No way, that's at school, it's different. Besides, proper punishments at school also involve being naked."

Lin was silent for a while and then said, "Does it have to be tied up when it's spanked?" Huihui didn't... She answered without hesitation, "
You think you can escape if I don't tie you up? Nobody can stand it, so I have to tie you up. And it's better to tie you up so you don't get hurt elsewhere
. Otherwise, if you twist your butt, block with your hands, and flail your legs, you'll probably hurt other parts of your body. Like when I was in school, once
I was getting spanked, and the teacher told me not to move. I couldn't stand it after a few hits and tried to block, but I got hit on the hand and hurt it badly. Then
I was immediately stripped naked, tied to the desk, and spanked until my butt was a bloody mess." "Oh—" Lin sighed softly, then asked, "

Was it that Zong Chao who came to beat me? Was it a lot of beatings? Would it hurt like hell? Huh?" Huihui asked Lin.
She gave a wry smile and said, "He'll be the one to hit you, but don't be too scared. I heard they'll try their best to take care of you,
but the beating will be very heavy and painful. There won't be any leniency, of course, it will be countless, depending on how much your buttocks
can take, until it hurts so much you can't take it anymore." "Won't my buttocks bleed? And they'll still hit me if I bleed?" Lin asked immediately. Huihui
replied, "Usually there will be beads of blood, but not the kind of bleeding you imagine. You've seen it yourself, the beads of blood
stop after a little treatment. I have experience. Besides, that Zong Chao is a master at spanking. Women both love and hate him
because he's good at spanking, so there won't be much trauma, but that's precisely his ruthlessness, making you suffer extreme pain."

Hearing this cruel part, Lin remained silent for a long time. Huihui said, "We use boards for punishment in our family
, all sorts of things—bamboo boards, leather boards, plastic rulers… These usually
don't draw blood when used to spank you. I wonder if they'll be lenient with you. But we only have rattan canes and leather whips."

Lin hoped so, but knew she had no choice but to accept it.

The next day at dusk, the blood-red sunset resembled a gaping maw, as if foreshadowing something. Zong Chao arrived,
the faint scent of coffee wafting through Lin's nostrils. His long, slightly wavy hair, a mischievous smile, and the faint
smell of tobacco lingered as his fingers tapped on his knees. Lin saw his handsome appearance with a gentle face, his bright
eyes questioning her. Seeing his gaze, she felt a little flustered and looked away, saying, "Has Huihui been
keeping you company these past few days? She's introduced you to a lot, hasn't she?" Lin said in a pleasant voice, "Hmm…not bad…" Then she didn't know
what to say, after all, she was facing someone who was about to spank her hard. Just then, Huihui entered. A moment later, Zongchao
said to Lin, "Come on, lie down by the bed, unzip your pants, I..." Before he could finish, Lin's mind
went blank. Ah? Was this the time, right here, for the torture to begin? Impossible! This was too sudden.
Everything was fine, wasn't it? There hadn't been any signs.

At that moment, Huihui urged her on, saying, "He wants to check your buttocks. Come on, lie down."

Ah? Check his buttocks? What for?

Zongchao, seeing through her thoughts, softened his tone and said, "It's like this, the day after tomorrow, he's going to—beat your
buttocks . The boss said to be lenient. I want to see the condition of your buttocks, to decide which whip size is suitable,
and also to give you some extra stimulation beforehand. Come on." But Lin felt that such an embarrassing thing was possible.
Her buttocks could be beaten, but not humiliated. Besides, only her husband had ever thoroughly enjoyed and carefully examined her buttocks; how could
she tolerate a strange man's so-called inspection? "No, I don't want to be examined. I can't spank you, that
won't do ." But Huihui applied pressure, saying, "This is all for your own good. Things have come to this point,
you have no choice. Director Zong is only patient with you. Quickly unbutton your pants and lie down!" After Huihui finished speaking,
Zong Chao added, "Alright, stop being childish and throwing a tantrum." Under Huihui's threat and hearing
Zong Chao's husbandly words, her heart softened inexplicably. As she unbuttoned her pants
and turned to lie on the edge of the bed at Huihui's instruction, she hallucinated that the hands pulling down her pants layer by layer behind her were
the hands of her gentle husband. In fact, Zong Chao's movements as he pulled down her pants were indeed full of tenderness, moving down little by little like a husband
. When Lin appeared before him, his calm heart was captivated by her Eastern charm. Her
alluring figure was
unlike anything he had ever seen. He had seen and beaten countless women of different skin tones and shapes, but Lin ignited a passionate desire within him. Of course, he understood that this desire
could only be transformed into unwavering devotion to her buttocks—in one word: spanking! No, there was another word:
pain! A spanking imbued with deep affection! Perhaps his spanking of Lin's buttocks was no longer merely fulfilling his duty and
discipline; it might have leaned towards a form of sadomasochism. But the standardized, violent pain and perversion were indistinguishable due to his duty and
the budding feelings he harbored for Lin. Only when her buttocks were fully exposed and she felt a slight chill did Lin
realize her predicament. Knowing that her buttocks were obediently raised on the edge of the bed, being
touched too ashamed to lift. But she heard their
whispers : "Look, the texture of this buttocks is so delicate, so tender, I think a size five whip will suffice."

She didn't know whose hand was holding her buttocks, nor whose hand was lightly
rubbing and caressing her buttocks with only five fingertips. Oh, it was Zong Chao's hand, fingers faintly scented with tobacco; because Lin felt her anus being gently
but firmly pried open, as if a wisp of tobacco scent was entering her anus; and she heard him say, "The anus isn't too tight,"

followed by a forceful insertion of a finger for an anal examination; he continued, "We need a size three plug," Lin thought of how
her husband had violated her anus countless times, and how she had long since become accustomed to this kind of probing. Suddenly, Lin's
nervous system was stimulated by that magical finger, triggering a strange, itchy sensation cultivated by her husband. Her anal sphincter
involuntarily contracted and relaxed, rhythmic waves emanating from her mysterious anus and spreading throughout her buttocks. The finger clearly sensed Lin
's movements, tickling and prodding her anus with intense pleasure. Her buttocks swelled with a strange longing, then receded like
a receding limp... After the climax, his seductive finger withdrew, leaving her anus lingering with deep longing, its emotions
open and unspoken. Seeing the tenderness in her buttocks, Zong Chao encouraged the stimulation by slapping them against her sides. Instantly,
the limp buttocks rippled with a vibrant, spring-like light; small waves of flesh rippled continuously, leaving the young
Huihui stunned and speechless, unsure whether she was admiring Lin's buttocks for their captivating allure or astonished
by Zongchao's aphrodisiac touch. Even Lin herself couldn't tell: were her buttocks naturally meant
for the man behind her, or were his hands a perfect match for hers? Perhaps their trip to Singapore had sealed their fate
.

Perhaps out of jealousy, Huihui scolded Lin's buttocks for not moving, as it would interfere with the test. Lin finally calmed down
, and when she came to her senses, her buttocks were flushed crimson. At that moment, Lin desperately wanted Huihui to leave, so that she and Zongchao could be alone
in the room, allowing her buttocks to be secretly opened for him, to indulge in a long, uninterrupted night of reverie, undisturbed, unseen, and
unknown . After this massage, Lin felt her
buttocks were destined to be completely tamed and belong to this Lion City man.

The next day, Zongchao came again. Lin sat silently on the edge of the bed, knowing he had sent Huihui away that day. Her
shy buttocks were fully exposed, seven parts shy and three parts charming, arched like a crescent moon. Zongchao noticed that Lin's entire body...
A tight-fitting, pale yellow stand-up collar blouse partially concealed her slender neck and fair skin, while her tight pants
offered no real indication of her shapely buttocks, which were completely exposed, truly a sight to behold. As Zong Chao, feeling a bit dizzy, lifted
her beautiful buttocks, Lin spoke for the first time, her voice tinged with undisguised coquettishness: "I'll give you my buttocks, nothing else."

Zong Chao paused, then smiled slightly behind her, surveying the ladylike figure before him, his gaze
lingering on her bare bottom. He said, "I didn't mean anything by it, nor did I ask you to strip naked; but don't forget,
everything I did for your buttocks was to give it a good spanking, so don't hate me." As he spoke,
he began massaging Lin's buttocks, and soon, Lin's buttocks felt as if they were floating on clouds, a blissful state akin to being in paradise.

As he gently massaged her, Zongchao noticed her anus begin to twitch, as if summoning something, her buttocks full of
anticipation . He quietly parted them and found her buttocks incredibly alluring. But he only kept his fingers
at the entrance of her anus, letting it contract and relax, without inserting them. He said, "Your anus is already quite soft,
I don't need to loosen it for you. A size three plug will fit perfectly, it won't hurt you too much." Lin was initially too embarrassed
to speak up, but under his gentle touch, she finally couldn't hold back any longer. She swallowed and whispered, "
You've made it a little itchy inside, let me put my fingers in and scratch it..." Zongchao deliberately asked, "What do you mean 'made it'? Where does it itch?
Be more specific." Lin knew he was up to no good and answered in an even softer voice, "My anus itch..."

Zongchao slapped her buttocks and deliberately said, "You think I'm your masseuse? Young mistress. Don't forget
, this is to spank your buttocks, you'll be calling me son-in-law tomorrow." As he spoke, he inserted two fingers into her anus one after the other to
scratch the itch. Lin, now somewhat relaxed, felt the warmth of the magic fingers on her anus while
turning her head to ask Zong Chao, "You said... could you not stuff my anus and that... tomorrow? And could you...
not beat my butt until it bleeds?"

Zong Chao ignored her, focusing on gently massaging her anus, while Lin continued talking to herself
, "And... could you not tie me up and beat me? Could you... just leave my butt exposed like now?
Why do you have to beat me naked?... Um, could you hit me a little lighter? My butt has never been beaten before...
I, I'll cry."

Zong Chao listened to her rambling while massaging her anus, pretending to be impatient as he said, "Hmm, I can see that,
there's not a single scratch on your butt. Alright, alright, what's going on between us? Why should I let
you off like that?"

Lin felt she was getting closer to him during the massage, so she playfully said, "How can there be no affection? Even if
you don't care about me, you should at least consider my feelings for you. Doesn't my butt have any feelings for you at all?"

Zongchao was amused by her words and laughed, saying, "Butt affection? Good heavens, how did you come up with such a close
call?" The two of them, sometimes joking and teasing, sometimes silent; one with her buttocks exposed, the other with her
face buried, had cultivated a special feeling in this "butt affection," temporarily forgetting the buttock torture of tomorrow.

However, what was destined to happen would happen sooner or later, and very quickly, so quickly that it was imperceptible
. Lin woke up naked from her sleep, washed and dressed, and sat there with a dark cloud hanging over her heart, not only gloomy
but also heavy. When Zongchao left last night, he reminded her to come for the torture at nine o'clock this morning, and the initial estimate was that it would last until eleven o'clock,
which would be enough to make her buttocks suffer. Oh dear, oh dear, who can escape today, tomorrow, and the day after? Who can
resist feeling lonely, isolated, terrified, and hesitant before a spanking? The ticking of the clock finally brought
Zong Chao and Hui Hui, the spanking messengers. Lin noticed Hui Hui's somewhat gloating expression, and Zong Chao, who was massaging her buttocks, seemed even more heroic
. None of the three spoke, and there wasn't a moment of stalemate. Hui Hui stepped forward and tied her hands behind her back—she had no choice.

After binding her, the two men picked Lin up and hurried away, the chilling atmosphere leaving Lin speechless. The warmth left on her buttocks the night before
had vanished in terror. Entering the torture chamber, another man was already preparing and waiting—the same
group —the "three-person spanking team"! In the center of the not-so-spacious room stood a familiar
torture bed, its shape a natural arch with the buttocks raised, the body prone. On the wall directly in front of the bed hung
rattan whips of varying materials, thicknesses, and lengths. At the foot of the bed was a bucket of water, one of the whips already curled up in the water.
A small, square leather suitcase bearing a red cross sat beneath the bed. The bed was covered with leather bands of all sizes, staring at her.
Seeing all this, Lin felt extremely uncomfortable, a world apart from the soft, fragrant brocade bed she had just been lying

on. Lin was so nervous that she didn't even notice when her restraints were removed, only becoming
aware . When she realized she had to strip naked, a strong sense of resistance arose.

She faced Zongchao, who stood upright beside her, expressing her unwillingness to remove her upper body clothing. But Zongchao,
expressionless solemnly warned her: the torture chamber was going to administer severe punishment, not a minor beating; she had to be
completely naked! In a situation bordering on coercion, Lin had no room to compromise and could only reluctantly
"obediently" undress. When her breasts spilled out of her bra, the two red nipples bounced a few times; her buttocks
, once pulled down from her pants, immediately became the pride of Lin's body. Her beautiful, heart-shaped buttocks were full and alluring, dizzyingly so.
The clear boundary between her buttocks and thighs, her sensitive area, and her exquisite curves were incredibly sexy, making men gasp and fall over.
Zong Chao's assistant, seeing such a seductive buttock for the first time, was speechless, frozen like a wooden statue
; while Zong Chao felt that the buttocks would become even more beautiful and radiant under his caresses. Seeing the expressions on the two men's faces, Huihui,
filled with jealousy, looked at Lin's buttocks dismissively, pinched the assistant's buttocks hard, and forcefully signaled the two men
to work together to press and move the naked Lin onto the torture bed. As Lin was being forcibly pushed,
she glanced at Zong Chao, who stood solemnly, with a plaintive look in her clear eyes, as if to say: You shouldn't treat me like this.

Lin felt that he, who knew her buttocks so well, shouldn't be
indifferent to the brutality he showed to other women when subduing hers. Although she knew he was the mastermind, and that this was a cruel form of buttock torture,
was he really going to be so cold-blooded after a tender caress? When her body was completely bound by the leather rings, and her buttocks were exaggeratedly arched,
Huihui was the first to think: in her haste to bring the two men back to their senses, she had forgotten to plug her anus. She immediately
took out two slightly larger wedge-shaped plugs from the Red Cross box and reminded the two men to insert them into Lin's anus. Zong Chao stepped forward, untied the leather rings that were tightly binding Lin's
slender waist, and slapped her buttocks, ordering: "Lift your buttocks up." Lin received a...
The familiar scent of his hand lingered beneath her, as if the tender touch of the previous night had returned to her buttocks, causing her to arch them even
higher in a dreamlike state.

Zong Chao lifted her lower abdomen with one hand, as if he knew the terrain intimately, and in one swift motion, sealed her anus with a long
wedge. The shock brought Lin back to reality. Ah, just like in the video, he was going to seal her from both sides, and soon she was about to get a good
spanking!

Her buttocks immediately sank down, but were then violently pulled up again, her anus roughly torn open. Amidst
the heavy manipulation of her anus, Lin dared not look back, but she thought—the hands that were tearing at her buttocks most fiercely
could n't be Zong Chao's; it must be that despicable male assistant! In a wave of unbearable discomfort, the wedge mercilessly
embedded itself into her anus, making her deeply feel the dull pain and discomfort of her husband's first intrusion. Then, her buttocks
returned to , her slender waist was once again fixed, and her buttocks were forcibly and indescribably raised high. Lin felt two of them retreating. One of them
lifted a dripping rattan whip from the bucket, as if weeping for her buttocks. Two tender, snow-white
buttocks , like fertile virgin land, awaited the brutal plowing of the whip… Ah, here it comes, why is it starting
already? It hasn't even been rubbed yet! Ah, it's him—Zong Chao—approaching her buttocks, coldly observing her terrified bottom.

The tenderness of last night and the sorrow of today, so incredibly intertwined and solidified on her buttocks. Lin knew that
a world-shattering pain was about to strike! Whew—crack! Whew—crack! She heard the water whip
flicking in the air, ah, ah! It must be lightning, the storm is coming, buttocks, soar high in your weeping
!

But what could her buttocks do besides tremble?

"Crack!" With the first crack of the whip, Lin's buttocks only trembled heavily, the pain swallowed back into her chest. Zong
Chao's No. 5 whip wasn't meant to inflict excruciating pain, but rather to slowly and relentlessly inflict
pain on her delicate buttocks, forcing them to swear an oath never to err again. *Crack! Crack! Crack!*

With each lash, Lin could no longer hold back and screamed, shaking her head violently, her buttocks thrashing
painfully in the confined space. After only a dozen or so lashes, Lin gasped, "Waaah—it's over, it's over!" Before she could utter
anything else, the whip continued its relentless lashes. *Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!*

Lin screamed in pain, "Ah~~ ahhh~~ it's over, stop, stop, just stop for a moment~~."
*Crack! Crack! Crack!* The whip paid no heed, continuing its relentless assault. Lin, in excruciating pain, lost her composure
and screamed like a madwoman, disregarding all decorum: "Zongchao! Hey! You—ahhhh! Please stop for a moment, stop for a moment~
I can't take it, it hurts, ahhh~! My butt is bleeding, I need to stop the bleeding! Ahhh~" *Smack! Smack! Smack!*

... Although no blood beads had yet appeared on her buttocks, Zongchao stopped this time, but after only two lashes
, he was about to continue. Lin was frantic, her panting buttocks slumped as she hurriedly begged: "Wait a little longer,
wait a bit longer," she gasped for breath and continued, "I don't want others to see my buttocks in such a sorry state. Tell
those two to leave. The boss said he'd discipline me, but he had to take care of me. Consider it respect." Zongchao
thought for a moment , looked at his male assistant and Huihui, and asked, "What are your opinions?" Huihui
rolled her eyes at Lin's disheveled buttocks, snorted, and blurted out: “Isn’t there a Chinese idiom, ‘When in Rome, do as the Romans do’?
What’s wrong with that? Humph, no way, I want to see her buttocks bruised and battered.” The male assistant chimed in after hearing Huihui’s words, “Yeah
, that’s right. We’ve seen enough of women’s buttocks, and we’ve already spanked her. What’s the point of saving face?” Zongchao pressed his fist to his lips, bit
his cheek, and after thinking for a moment, resolutely said to the two of them, “According to the boss, we should be understanding of her
request. So, we’ll give in. You two can leave.” The two had no choice but to obey, but as they left, they slammed the door shut and muttered
, “What’s the point of having us three? From now on, you can just work alone. I’ll give you spanking syndrome.”

Only the pitiful Lin and the complicated Zongchao remained in the room. Seeing that they had left, Lin turned around and gave the cold-faced man a grateful
look . Zongchao noticed a strained smile on Lin’s face and, for the first time, felt reluctant
to face the woman who had been spanked. But he still said coldly, “Alright, don’t try anything funny now.
Just accept your punishment.” With that, he bent the rattan whip and began to beat her buttocks hard. Lin screamed in pain, her delicate nose contorted,
her buttocks thrashing about, a spectacular rainbow of colors spreading across her face. The clear welts gradually blurred, merging into a crimson
mass , with drops of blood slowly seeping out, making her buttocks resemble a blood-red rose. Zong Chao
, who had been relentlessly massaging her, finally stopped. Lin's buttocks, which had been writhing in pain, slowly ceased their swaying. He carefully wiped away
the blood with cotton wool, applied ointment to soothe them, and then began massaging again. Lin felt that the massage on her burning buttocks was completely different from
the massages of the previous two days. Compared to the previous two days, this massage on her battered and bruised buttocks was more stimulating, more
exciting , more sensitive, more enjoyable, and more irresistible. While enduring the throbbing pain
in her buttocks, Lin timidly asked, "Will you hit me again after this massage?"

Dissatisfied with his harsh reply, "Don't talk," she asked again, "How long will it last and how painful will it be?" Zong
Chao replied stiffly, "Don't ask me, your buttocks will know!"

Lin felt a sense of awe and respect from him as he fiercely carried out his duty of spanking her. She said shyly,
"I only know my bottom is wrong, please don't hit it anymore."

"If you know you're wrong, you won't say 'don't hit it anymore.' This is Singapore, not your paradise." Zongchao finished speaking,
holding the whip in his hand. Seeing this, Lin quickly turned her face away, closed her eyes, and wiggled her bottom,
unable to escape the pain, anxiously awaiting the excruciating blows amidst lingering fear… Zongchao slowed the whipping speed to the slowest, one lash after another.
The pain surged and ebbed on her bottom, wave after wave of excruciating agony. Lin's bottom erupted in silence, then
writhed wildly in the eruption, until it was a bloody mess. She thought this seemingly affectionate whipping would never stop
… That night, lying on the bed unable to put on her pants, Lin received his massage and medicine again. But this time, Lin didn't say
a word to him, nor did she want to. She felt the beating was too painful;
what did the ecstatic massage compare to? Lin felt more than just a little anger. In the days that followed, whenever he came to treat
her bottom, once, Lin, lying on her bare bottom being massaged, looked at the man
focused and said, "I really accept your bottom-punishment. I think it's not that I won't be
spanked again, but that I'll never dare to make the mistake of being spanked again." She saw the slight smile hidden beneath his cold face.
A gentle ripple stirred within her heart… Lin found this man, devoid of lewd thoughts, to be cooler, more innocent, and more
mature , even though a mischievous smile always lingered on his cold lips.

After recovering and returning home, Lin often reminisced about the painful spanking and the deeply moving massage. Her
husband knew everything from her still-scarred buttocks (except for the fact that another man had sweetly massaged them
, a secret Lin would never forget). In their private world, her husband remained devoted to her buttocks, only now
he would stroke them silently, finally releasing his pent-up desire to alleviate
the resentment he had suppressed for Lin's sake. Lin, however, was unaware that the man who had spanked her—Zong Chao—had, for some reason, given up
after that incident and never spanked another woman again. It was said that once, in a drunken stupor, he
murmured, “Oh, so satisfying, so satisfying! Give me two pounds of baijiu, and two pounds of Lin'er's buttocks…” Perhaps Lin's
buttocks knew.

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