Why does everyone assume when you’re reading/writing smut you are automatically putting yourself in one of the positions? Why is it always the self insert position? Where is the representation for those of us who are just not doing that? I’m talking about the third person free control camera mode, zooming all over the scenes. I’m talking about the voyeuristic experience of just watching it all unfold from the metaphorical literary cuck chair. I’m not either of those guys (gender neutral) I just want to watch those guys fuck. Where is that representation?
Excellent first person isn’t about self insert but about a deeper understanding of the character and immersion in the story. It should be the live version of the cuck chair.
I always forget there are maga people on tumblr, this doesn’t feel like a website you’d find them on, so to keep them away:
Reblog if your blog is a maga free zone because if it wasn’t clear enough fuck ice, fuck maga, fuck Trump, Fuck Rowling, and fuck all the other bigots I missed
Warnings: Afab!reader, barely legal!reader, not gender neutral, spanking, over the knee, nonconsensual spanking, corporal punishment, anal figging, humiliation, abuse of authority, power imbalance, age difference
A/N: Very much wrote this in a fugue state, but isn't that how all of my spanking fics go? 😂 Since we know so little about the Ye siblings I'm really not sure if any of this will end up aligning with canon or not but we'll see! And just something to note about how Shunguang is referenced here, which I'll just grab directly from the wiki, "the nickname 'Xiao'Guang' comes from the Chinese tradition to form nicknames, typically for younger people, with the character 'Xiao' and the second character of a person's given name".
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The sounds coming from the kitchen are undoubtedly suspicious and far too obvious for Ye Shiyuan to ignore. A distant thump as if a cabinet had been closed as inconspicuously as the old, heavy wooden doors would allow; a shuffle as of naughty bare feet moving over the floorboards in an eager dance of excitement that their owner can’t quite contain or suppress, and the soft, almost imperceptible titter of girlish giggles sharing a juvenile secret between each other. It may have been endearing for its total lack of stealth if only this wasn’t the third time in as many weeks that food had gone missing and unaccounted for from the pantries.
Ye Shiyuan is only twenty-three and yet he already feels the mental fatigue of many long years creeping up on him, and of course it was bringing with it a massive headache. He sorely wished he hadn’t been passing through the inner courtyard at that exact moment or, at the very least, he hadn’t caught wind of anything happening that ought not to be, so that he might go about his business and avoid a confrontation that he knew was long overdue. It wasn’t exactly his place to enforce rules or to be the judge, jury and disciplinarian, after all. But with Shifu away on business and him left in charge as the senior most disciple currently on temple grounds … that indeed made it his responsibility to see that things were kept in order and any issues were dealt with in a quickly decisive manner, didn’t it?
The thought fills Ye Shiyuan with nothing other than a heavy sense of obligation though, a burden he’d never asked to shoulder and which he took no joy in. Especially not when he already suspected the identity of the culprits, as did every other adult who lived at the temple and called Yunkui Summit their home. There were only so many options when the youngest among them were so few in number, but he’d secretly hoped that a guilty conscience might course correct the problem by itself. Unfortunately that did not seem to be the case.
Gathering himself with a deep breath in and a slow, long breath out, Ye Shiyuan rounds his shoulders in what he hoped was some approximation of a stern, no nonsense posture and crosses the small distance to quietly step up onto the wrap around porch. His footfalls are sure and light despite the usually rickety quality of the aging panels, and the hushed giggles continue to filter through the paper screened door undisturbed. He can make it out much more clearly now thanks to the keen hearing of his oversized ears, and his once affected scowl becomes something genuine when he recognizes one of the voices with more familiarity than he’d like.
She really should have known better.
Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he braces himself for the ensuing argument that was sure to come before reaching for the edge of the screen. At his sharp pull the door slides open with a quick rattle and the laughter cuts off so abruptly it almost sounds like someone pulled the plug on a TV mid broadcast.
The two girls standing inside of the kitchen are very much of the flesh though, and they both look up at him with twin looks of surprise etched into their faces. A quick fumbling of hands behind backs tells him everything he needs to know, if there had been any doubt still left in his mind. How unfortunate.
“What are you doing in here? It’s not yet time for lunch, you know.”
“Nothing.” You insist, drawing the brunt of his attention to your face. It’s easy to tell at just a glance that you’re trying your best to look as innocent as possible, but it doesn’t exactly work. In many ways you’d been nothing but trouble since you first arrived here and that reputation was starting to not only follow you but even precede you. Your accomplice, on the other hand —
“Y - yeah, we’re not doing anything.”
Ye Shiyuan slides his focus back to his sister. “I must admit I’m disappointed, Xiao’Guang. I expected better from you.”
His other half visibly recoils under that chastisement even though it had been delivered only in the soft, mild tone of an inconvenienced older brother. But you on the other hand — oh, you prickle defensively and bravely step forward a single pace to stand front and center under his scrutinizing gaze.
“We said we weren’t doing anything wrong. There’s no reason to start lecturing us, is there?”
Feeling his irritation at the whole thing spike, Ye Shiyuan brings a hand up to stiffly adjust his glasses where they’re perched along his nose. “Show me your hands.”
Your confidence visibly falters. “What?”
“Show me what you’ve got hidden behind your backs. Now.” He intones. “I’m not as stupid as you must take me for. I know you two are sneaking food that doesn’t belong to either of you so go on. Let’s see what it is.”
Shrinking back just ever so slightly, you turn your head to exchange a quick look with Shunguang. It’s obvious you’ve been caught and the looks on your faces indicate that you already know that, so he isn’t sure why either of you were still this hesitant to own up to it.
He understands soon enough, however, when his sister slowly complies, bringing her hands forward to show him the half eaten meat bun in her palm, and you soon follow suit with grudging acquiescence — except you are holding two, one in each hand and both already missing a bite out of them. That somehow manages to surprise him.
“You didn’t even have the courtesy to help yourself to only one each? What about everyone else who needs to eat? Did you even stop to consider that?”
Looking fairly cowed, you glance away from him to focus on something else, anything other than senior Ye Shiyuan.
“I’m speaking to you, junior. Show some respect and look at me when I’m talking.”
A muscle ticks in your cheek where you seem to be gnashing your teeth, evidently as annoyed with him as he is with you. But you at least have the sense to take the warning in his voice seriously because you obediently bring your attention back up and around even as you commence to fidget under the burning spotlight of his disapproval.
“Thank you. Now, please explain yourself before I have no choice but to assume the worst. How long has this been going on for?”
“Only a little while.” Shunguang helpfully tries to answer in your stead, but a brief look from her brother quickly silences her again.
“She’s telling the truth.” You hurry to tack on. “Ever since we started our training we’ve been getting hungrier and hungrier in the middle of the day. We just have a snack to hold us over until lunchtime, that’s all!”
Breathing out a terse sigh through his nose, Ye Shiyuan crosses his arms and lets that information settle over the otherwise still and silent kitchen for another moment longer. It wasn’t the most unreasonable excuse or justification he’d ever heard, but that didn’t magically make it okay to take things without permission. It was his duty to stay firm on this.
“I see. I can’t say I’m surprised to hear that. You’re burning far more calories than before now that you’ve started your physical conditioning, after all. Plus, both of you are entering adulthood at the same time you’re beginning to take your training more seriously. But with that being said I must still stress that you went about it the wrong way. Instead of creeping around like common thieves when no one is looking, you should have brought it up with Shifu. She could have made arrangements for you two.”
A rather charming flush spreads over Shunguang’s cheeks which you quickly mirror, starting to fidget with even greater fervor. It’s not quite the response he was expecting from either of you though, and Ye Shiyuan lifts a questioning brow in turn.
“And what’s wrong with that suggestion?”
“Dà gē …”
“It’s embarrassing to ask for more food.” You quietly admit, earning a nod of agreement from Shunguang.
A vague spark of understanding lights up in the back of his mind, inspiring another slow exhale from him. He’d been right to dread this confrontation. “Do you mean to say that because you’re both girls you shouldn’t have big appetites, is that it?”
The matching looks of sheepish embarrassment are answer enough.
But Ye Shiyuan doesn’t feel like he’s very well equipped for this conversation. Being only a young man himself, he’s had neither the experience nor the instruction to know how to navigate such a rocky topic with two girls who were only just starting to age out of being teenagers. It was a sensitive subject, wasn’t it? He could easily say the wrong thing and inadvertently set off a chain reaction that could lead to even bigger problems down the road.
You were nineteen and one year older than Shunguang, and at the end of the day you were not his responsibility. He could talk to his sister later on when it was just the two of them, take the time to impart how important it was that the body’s daily nutritional needs were met regardless of what the diet trends she heard about in magazines or on her phone said. But you, on the other hand … you, he should probably pass off to Shifu when she returns to the temple in the mountains in a few days. You were trouble, and not necessarily without good reason, but still trouble all the same. He didn’t need the extra hassle.
“Alright.” He relents at last, stamping down the urge to heave yet another heavy exhale. He’d been doing far too much of that today. “We will discuss this later, Xiao’Guang. For now I want you to put those buns back where you found them and come outside. The two of you will be running laps around the compound for the rest of the afternoon.”
Your mouth drops open in abject shock. “What? But we’ve already taken bites out of them!”
“Yes, and you can eat the rest when it’s time for lunch. There are rules that must be followed for as long as you’re a disciple of Yunkui Summit and that is not up for debate. Put them back.”
Hearing the sharp reprimand in her brother's voice, Shunguang hangs her head in a clear sign of remorse and turns to do as she was told.
You, on the other hand, continue to stand your ground, rather boldly narrowing your eyes at senior Ye Shiyuan as if in outright challenge of his authority to issue such commands. He doesn’t appreciate it much, especially when he was still being relatively lenient with you given the circumstances, and he can feel his long tail starting to irritably twitch behind him. If it was a stand off you wanted, he could give it to you. But it wasn’t one you would win.
“Do you have something else you want to say, junior?”
“Yeah, I want to know who died and made you king.”
A curious sort of heat curls through his chest as he draws a slow breath to temper his reaction. Ye Shiyuan had known you were a tad mouthy at times but this seemed to be taking it a bit too far. He’d have to nip it in the bud before it got any more out of control.
“You should know by now that whenever Shifu is away all the responsibilities of the temple fall to me. If I was for some reason also indisposed then that obligation would fall to Brother Yinhu, so on and so forth.”
Pausing, he reaches up to adjust his glasses again, a subconscious habit. “This is merely a friendly word of advice but you would do well to remember the pecking order of things. Like it or not, there’s a long list of people who still outrank you in seniority before you get to call the shots. Right now you’re toeing a very dangerous line, junior.”
Straightening in place, you jut your chin upward with more daring than sense. “And what are you going to do about it?”
His tail flicks more aggressively, reflecting his fast unraveling patience with you and your sass. “Are you hoping to add onto your punishment or do you simply not understand the kind of situation you’re in? Perhaps some weight training will sort that attitude out. 500 reps.”
Looking nervous and uncertain, Shunguang shuffles up to stand next to you where she glances between both parties with widened eyes. “Um … maybe you should just - -“
You yank your hand and the meat bun you’re holding away from her when she tries to reach for it, but you only have blazing eyes for her brother. “If you’re going to make me do all of that then I might as well eat this stupid bun and get it over with! At least I won’t be starving while you work me to death!”
“1000 reps then. And I’ll just keep adding more if you don’t quit while you’re ahead.”
Looking torn, and understandably so, your expression finally wavers with the first inklings of doubt. It seemed like you were at last starting to realize that he wasn’t joking, and he wasn’t bluffing either.
This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve back talked your way into disciplinary action, far from it, but Shifu was not above putting her hands on you and using physical coercion to beget your compliance in such matters. It usually didn’t get this far, to the point where you were having a heated stare down with one of your seniors, because she was always quick to cuff you by the ear at the first sign of rebellion.
Perhaps that was what you really needed. A firm hand rather than a firm voice or a firm lecture that just went in one ear and out the other. There was too much room left to challenge authority otherwise. He’d long suspected that this sort of behavior was just one of the many possible outcomes that could manifest in someone who’d lost everything in the Hollows disaster eight years prior, this combative and tumultuous nature. The need to lash out at anything that felt like a potential threat.
Some small part of him felt bad for you, because at least he and Shunguang still had each other for companionship in the wake of such immense loss. But you’d been left all on your own, alone and destitute until you eventually found yourself standing on the front steps of the temple gate. You were likely hurting, and he was empathetic of that, but it didn’t mean the rules suddenly didn’t apply to you.
And may the gods help him if your unruly behavior happened to rub off on his little sister!
Under his watchful gaze, Shunguang carefully reaches again for the bun in your hand and this time you don’t try to snatch it away from her. You look positively put out by it and yet you relinquish your ill gotten spoil all the same, pleasing Ye Shiyuan a great deal.
But then your attention drops to the opposite palm where you were still holding the second bun, and he can see the moment the thought flashes through your mind. He doesn’t react quickly enough though, and he doesn’t know why you would intentionally seal your fate like this either, but all he can do is watch as you impulsively shove the remainder of your snack inside your mouth.
Shunguang noises a tiny little ‘oh’, evidently just as surprised by it as he is. But you’re too busy chewing as fast as you can to pay them any mind, almost as if you thought he was going to come pry your jaw open and make you spit it out.
He wasn’t going to do that though. No, he had a much different course of action in mind.
Finally swallowing down your mouthful with an audible gulp, you lift your face to peer over at him with a triumphant smirk pulling at your lips. It was obvious enough that you thought you’d bested him, gotten the upper hand by doing exactly what he’d told you not to before he could stop it, but that certainty quickly falters when he pushes into motion to close the distance.
Suddenly you don’t look so smug and you stumble back a step as if you planned to run from him, but Ye Shiyuan is quicker. Much quicker.
He’s on top of you before you can do anything except squawk a blurted sound of protest as he ruthlessly grabs onto the back of your training gi, fisting the material tight to make any chance at escape impossible. You jerk your eyes up at him, as round as saucers, but he doesn’t stop long enough for you to question what he’s doing.
Using his hold on your top, Ye Shiyuan guides you towards the doorway and then practically drags you when you try to dig your heels in to stop the forward momentum. Your bare feet find no traction on the hardwood flooring though, and he pulls you stumbling out onto the porch.
He’d first thought to find somewhere private where he could carry out your clearly much needed punishment in relative seclusion, not right out in the open for any and all to see, but you’re thrashing in his grip far too much for his liking. The thought of having to explain to Shifu how you’d torn your shirt to shreds in her absence did not appeal much to him, so he quickly decides that this spot will have to do.
Sinking down onto his knees to kneel there in front of the kitchen, Ye Shiyuan uses your gi to yank you down with him. You fight it tooth and nail but the strength in his arm is sure and steady, and luckily your clothes do not rip very easily. One good tug is all it takes to upset your balance and you all but collapse into his lap with a deeply frazzled yelp, half pain and half confusion but all wheezing terror. You no doubt had a pretty good idea what he planned to do with you.
Pushing you further over his folded thighs with the hand twisted up in your shirt, Ye Shiyuan pulls the other back and brings it cracking down across the widest part of your backside with a dulled thwap! that rings soundly through the air. As expected you jolt almost violently at the first strike, a startled sound of pain trilling out of you, but he doesn’t even give you a chance to ease into it.
His palm comes down again and again, in rapid succession, almost too quick for you to react or understand what’s happening. All you have time for is to feel the burning sting of his heavy handed smacks as it seeps in and spreads over your vulnerable ass but that’s more than enough. You shudder and flinch, gasping for air between the near continuous swats, even going so far as to shove your hands against the porch as if to leverage yourself upright.
All he has to do to put an end to that endeavor is press down between your shoulder blades, not only much bigger than you but quite a bit stronger too. You make a valiant attempt to fight it but eventually your arms give out, crumpling underneath you, and you suddenly find your cheek pressed into the cool wood. He mercilessly holds you there like that, pinned in place across his legs with your butt in the air, entirely unsympathetic to the incomprehensible wails that burst forth from your mouth each time he brings his palm down on your behind.
Ye Shiyuan is not so caught up in delivering a sorely needed spanking that he does not hear his sister cautiously inching up to him from behind though, and he flicks a brief glance up at her when she comes to stand just at his shoulder.
“Do you see what can happen when you are disobedient and rude to your seniors, Xiao’Guang?” He says to her over the sound of your relentless, bleating cries. “I don’t want to hear anymore of this nonsense about food stolen from the kitchen. If there’s something you want then you need to ask for it and only take with permission granted. Do I make myself clear?”
“… yes, dà gē.”
He knows that should be enough, that he should be satisfied with the certainty that his point has been made. But somehow he’s not and he continues to rain punishing blows upon your defenseless backside even when you kick your feet against the floor and try to push up, angling away from the brunt of his attention.
Ye Shiyuan can’t help but blame you for this though. His little sister had always been a good kid and it was only shortly after your arrival that she started to act up here or there, just little things that he’d all too readily attributed to turning eighteen and wanting to experience the freedoms of being an adult. He should have had the sense to put a stop to it at the onset, in retrospect, but he would make sure it was corrected now. Even if that meant making an example out of you.
Delivering one more harsh swat across the seat of your pants, he pauses there to leave you sniffling and shaking in your misery. The reprieve is short lived, however, only long enough for him to hook his fingers inside your waistband and yank your bottoms down, underwear and all. The skin across your backend is already darkened a shade or two from the bite of his hand, and at the first brush of cool air against your bare skin you suck in a strangled breath.
The struggle is immediately renewed, and you start up another panicked fight as he shoves your clothes to the bends of your knees. He hasn’t allowed you much wiggle room though, and you finally keen a sobbing, half broken sound as you reach back as if to cover yourself with the one hand that’s not pinned between you and him.
“Wha — waaaait! You can’t do this to me!”
“Oh?” He cracks you across the ass good for that, watching the rounded flesh jiggle and recoil from the impact while you shriek at the intensified pain. “If I’m being honest I’m actually a bit surprised that Shifu hasn’t already done this herself. I have every intention of rectifying that now though. Please try to control yourself and take your spanking with dignity. You’ve more than earned it, dear junior.”
You only manage to get out a hurt, sad little sound before he starts up again, the vigorous and fleshy swat, swat, swat! that ensues drowning out anything else you might have tried to say.
He can see Shunguang awkwardly shifting in place beside him, helplessly watching while her only similarly aged friend at the temple received a proper beating, the likes of which she’s likely never seen before. Ye Shiyuan wasn’t normally much for corporal punishment, far preferring to talk things out with reason and logic, or in the rare extreme case letting the physical discomfort of mandatory exercises do the persuading. This was certainly out of character for him, but it was deserved. It felt justified.
And as long as it saved Shunguang from a similar fate, even if it didn’t save you, then it was well worth the breach in polite conduct in his mind.
“Stop — ahhh! Please! It - it hurts! Waahh!”
“It is supposed to hurt.” He reminds you, ignoring all of your useless twisting and kicking, and stuttering sobs, still bringing his hand down on the tender center of your ass despite it all. “I hope you’ll think back on this moment the next time you’re considering doing something you shouldn’t. Already almost a full adult, yet still getting pulled over someone’s lap for a spanking. You should be embarrassed.”
Bucking futilely under the swing of his palm, you once again try to wriggle out of his hold, or at least shift your lower half out of his reach, but it’s no use. You’re utterly trapped.
“I am, I am — agghn! I - I’m embarrassed, senior Ye … ahhn! Stop it!”
He almost catches himself laughing at that, a no doubt sardonic and mocking sound should he give voice to it. Did you really think he would let you up just because you’d admitted to being humiliated? It was a good thing that you were ashamed, punished like a disorderly toddler who didn’t know when to quit, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet.
If he wanted this lesson to stick he was going to need to drive the point home to ensure you don’t forget it anytime soon, lest he risk having to repeat this unseemly scene again.
Drawing his hand away from your trembling backside after the last hard swat!, Ye Shiyuan lets the relative silence settle over the courtyard for a long moment so you can really sit with it. He doesn’t say anything in that time, giving no indication that your penance has been served in full, and you don’t question it either, much too focused on trying to catch your breath.
At length, he turns his head to regard his mortified looking sister. “Xiao’Guang, would you please go back into the kitchen and find a decent sized piece of ginger root in the cupboard? And a bottle of oil, if you would.”
Her dainty little eyebrows take an expeditious trip up to her hairline. “Dà gē? What are you …”
He offers a solemn shake of his head which seems to be enough to convince her not to argue, for she reluctantly turns and shuffles back inside where he can hear her slowly rooting around for the requested items. While she’s gone he takes the chance to readjust his hold on your shirt where his fingers had started to feel tight, knowing he would need a sure grip to keep you in place soon.
At the same time, he gently places his opposite hand over the fleshy curve of one cheek where he gently rubs over the stinging skin, massaging the hurt in, and you gasp so hard at the sensation you almost choke on it. You try to shove up again, floundering and helplessly wriggling on his lap, but l still it’s no use. You’re as good as his prisoner until he decides to let you go.
“W - what are you doing?” You sadly blubber.
“Just relax. I’m giving you a chance to collect yourself, aren’t I?”
A broken little sob escapes you as you turn your head, tucking your face in close to the floor so you can cry into it. Poor thing.
Shunguang returns at that moment, holding a fat, mangled piece of root out to him with a perplexed look on her face. He takes it from her with a quiet word of gratitude before quickly digging a small knife out of his pocket. Replacing the hand on your back with his elbow to keep you pinned, he gets to work cutting away at the skin and then whittling the tip down to a small, fine point. It’s a fast, somewhat sloppy job but by the time he deems it appropriately tapered down he’s sure it will get the job done just fine, even if it didn’t look particularly pretty.
Accepting the small bottle of cooking oil from her next, Ye Shiyuan then carefully dribbles a healthy yet not excessive amount of the sticky liquid out onto the end of the root. He wanted just enough to make insertion an easier process yet not so much as to act as a barrier, no matter how little good it would actually do to shield you from experiencing the full effect of this somewhat draconic form of punishment. The point was to make you feel bad for your behavior, both inside and out, and he was confident that this methodology would do the trick.
With that finished, he turns his attention to your darkened behind again. Still soft and rounded with the last remaining dregs of baby fat, the bountiful flesh dimples and gives under the weight of his hand when he grabs one cheek to pull it apart from the other.
Your head immediately snaps up with a sudden lurch, a series of confused noises spilling forth now, but there’s nothing you can do to stop it. The little wrinkle of your hole comes into view and he brings the end of the whittled ginger root into the cleft so he can lightly smear a coating of the oil across its vulnerable center. You twitch and shudder in response, frantically trying to crane your neck back to see what he’s doing even as you beg him — “Don’t touch me there, hey! Stop! What are you doing - -“ — to cease, but still he persists.
Finding the weak center of your untested pucker, Ye Shiyuan carefully pushes the narrow tip into and past the barrier and you hiss, instantly seething like some sort of incensed cat or snake as you jerk forward on his lap. You attempt to shirk away from it with a mindlessness you hadn’t shown even when you were being spanked red and raw, no doubt already feeling the burning sensation assault the whole rim of your back entrance. It’s only the tip though, and he locks his elbow over your middle to keep you from scuttling away while he patiently works the root in even deeper.
The natural defenses of your body put up a good amount of resistance at first, struggling not to allow the foreign object entry even with the filmy excuse for lubricant helping ease the way, but you lose the battle quickly enough. He’d made sure to taper it such that it gradually widened and thickened out the further up it went, intending to plug you and plug you good. Because of this once he’s managed to slip past that outermost ring of muscle the rest comes relatively easily.
Attentively he watches your poor little hole as it’s forced to stretch and widen around the intrusion, slowly feeding more and more of it into you until your entrance is invariably wedged open around the thickest part. The tangled bit he’d left on the opposite end presses flush against your skin, acting as a suitable base to ensure it doesn’t get sucked up inside. He slowly releases it then, lingering there for a moment longer while he simply observes the way your entire body seems to seize around the root and shudderingly spasm each time your sphincter foolishly yet subconsciously tries to close around it.
And you outright sob, wheezing breathlessly at the intense sensation of burning that was gradually starting to settle deep into your nerves. He knew the natural compulsion to squeeze down on a foreign object that’s been inserted up one’s ass was an unavoidable one and that it would only make the root release more of its oils, steadily increasing the uncomfortable sensation … but did you?
“If you do not clench,” he tells you softly. “It won’t hurt quite so much, junior. Try to relax the muscle, if you can.”
The tension running through your body is nearly a palpable thing, and he can easily tell that even if you try to take his advice it wouldn’t do you much in the way of good. You were wound far too tight, holding yourself stiffly under the potent cocktail of wounded pride, deep felt humiliation and the throb of lingering pain. He can also see the knuckled end of the ginger root shifting with each and every squeeze of your helpless sphincter, and he feels sure that this was indeed the right course of action to take. You’d have to be out of your mind to ever risk incurring this same punishment again.
Feeling rather accomplished, almost strangely so, Ye Shiyuan slides one hand up your back to grip the material of your gi again while the other retreats from your ass. Even without your chubby cheeks held open the ginger is still painfully obvious where it protrudes out from between them, nearly resembling a stubby tail. It was … admittedly quite cute, if he wanted to be honest with himself.
“There.” He intones, sounding rather pleased as he delivers a quick swat to one side of your ass. It’s barely more than a tickle, especially compared to how vigorously he’d spanked you earlier, but your skin is so sensitive and raw that you still jerk as if he’d really cracked you.
And of course that reaction just makes you clench all over again, a natural response to the sharp burst of pain, leaving you woundedly gasping over his legs.
“Oooh, it stings, it stings, please … please, Senior Ye, take it out! I’m begging. Please. I promise I’ll be good! I won’t — oouhh, I won’t do it again. It stings so bad!”
“That’s a good thing.” He ensures you, giving the opposite cheek a matching light smack. To make sure you were paying attention, or so he tells himself. “I mean it when I say I don’t want to have this conversation with you again. No more stealing. No more backtalk. No more combative behavior. Do I make myself clear?”
Another smack to the first cheek, to make you tremble wildly at the onslaught of sensation, the burning, the throbbing, the stinging.
“Y - yes, senior Ye. I understand, I do. I swear.”
Humming a brief sound of approval, he reaches over to swat the other cheek again. “That goes for everyone at the temple, you know. I’d better not hear about you running your mouth to anyone else or you’ll be right back here over my lap. The only words you should be speaking are ‘yes, senior’ or ‘yes, Shifu’. No more arguing at every turn.”
A tiny, faltering whimper escapes you, very likely unbidden. “Yes … yes, senior. I won’t be disrespectful anymore.”
“Good girl.” Ye Shiyuan murmurs, not sure why he would think to say something like that but it feels somehow right in the present moment. And you seem to appreciate it, breathing out a painfully slow, shuddering breath that seems to drain some of the overwrought tension running through your body now that it looks like your ordeal has come to a close.
With exceeding gentleness, he helps you up off his lap and then to your feet. You sway dizzily in front of him, struggling to get your bearings straight after that confounding and painful lesson, but when you try to reach for your pants to pull them up and preserve even a small modicum of your remaining dignity, he stops you.
“Not yet. I want you to go stand in the yard, in that corner over there, with your sore bottom facing out. I’ll come relieve you from your post once I’ve deemed your sentence served in full.”
You glance in the direction he’d indicated, eyes growing impossibly wide when you realize that it’s right next to the main walkway that everyone uses, quickly snapping your attention up at him as if he’d just grown a second head. Even Shunguang, standing a few steps behind you, looks surprised.
“But people will see me —“
“I’m afraid that’s the point, dear junior. I want to make sure it’s known throughout the temple residents that your little problem has been dealt with and taken care of. The only way for you to move forward on the path towards true forgiveness is for everyone to be made aware of the price you’ve already paid for your immature behavior. Penance is not an entirely private matter, I regret to say.”
You look like you want to argue against it, to protest and refuse to do something so mortifying and shameful — a young woman exposing herself in such a manner! — but you hesitate. Seem to think about it, perhaps weighing out the consequences. And, finally, you search his face, like you were looking for the answer to a question you hadn’t asked.
The outcome must be an obvious one though, because you dejectedly hang your head, grabbing ahold of the tops of your pants just to keep them from getting twisted up around your ankles before gingerly stepping down off the porch.
Crossing his arms, Ye Shiyuan silently watches your awkward shuffle across the courtyard into the far corner of the wall that runs the total circumference of the temple. This puts you directly next to the archway that leads towards the front of the grounds and where most would pass through on their way to the dorm rooms in the back. It was a bit cruel of him, he supposed, but …
“Feet apart, hands up and clasped behind your head, junior. I don’t want to come back and find you trying to cover yourself.”
“… yes, senior.”
He almost hates the little skip in his heart when you submissively comply, even when it’s quite clear that you really don’t want to. And as you shift into the desired position with your feet braced shoulder length apart, he quickly decides that he really hates how much the sight of the ginger root peeking out from your thoroughly spanked bottom appeals to him. Certainly he was going to have to meditate on this.
Slowly exhaling a tense breath, Ye Shiyuan turns to look at his confused and equally embarrassed sister who doesn’t seem to know what to do with herself in the wake of everything that had just happened. Not that he could really blame her for that. He was a bit surprised he’d taken it that far too.
“Make no mistake, I’m not particularly happy with you right now either, Xiao’Guang. You really should have known better than to go along with some ridiculous idea to steal food of all things. I want you to run laps until brother Yinhu rings the bell for lunch.”
“I understand. I’m sorry, dà gē …”
Nodding once, Ye Shiyuan turns and steps inside to close up the kitchen, stopping only long enough to grab the bottle of oil so he can return it to its rightful place. The reluctant stirring in his loins demanded privacy, and soon, but at least he could be alone with his thoughts for now. Try to unpack what he’d just done and the response it had elicited in him.
Gods above, what was wrong with him? To take any amount of pleasure in doing something so cruel to another person, least of all a girl who’s only barely reached adulthood …
This secret had to stay with him to the grave. He’d never forgive himself if Shunguang caught on that he’d enjoyed meting out punishment meant to humiliate and hurt one of her peers, one of her only like-aged friends, as if he were some sick freak taking advantage of his seniority over them for his own gains.
He just hoped you truly took this lesson to heart and he would have no reason to repeat this mistake again. Your perfectly round, plushy ass was a bit too tempting, he now knew, to resist its magnetic pull should he ever find himself in a position to bend you over his lap a second time.
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