The Crybaby Mistress GL - Chapter 57

Luo Jing regretted nodding the moment she did. Chen Xin didn’t hold back, delivering two hard slaps without mercy. Her butt*cks stung intensely, and Luo Jing whimpered twice as the burning sensation made her flesh hypersensitive. The sudden impact caused her body to tense, and the vibrating egg inside her slipped halfway out, buzzing against the sensitive rim of her back entrance, nearly sliding out completely.

Seeing this, Chen Xin pushed it back in with her fingertip.

“Mmm, ah,” Luo Jing couldn’t suppress a moan of pleasure. Her lower body softened, and her voice turned sweet and irresistible.

Chen Xin didn’t want Luo Jing to feel only pain. She gently scratched the reddened area, watching goosebumps rise slowly. Jing Jing has a bit of a masoch*stic streak, she thought. The peach-like butt*cks quivered under her touch, both anticipating and fearing the next slap.

“It’s getting red and feels so warm,” Chen Xin marveled. The soft, warm texture was irresistible, perfect for resting on.

Then she delivered several rapid slaps, giving Luo Jing no chance to catch her breath.

“Ah, mmm, ah!” Luo Jing squirmed, trying to escape, but Chen Xin easily pinned her down. One hand pressed on her neck, forcing her butt*cks up, leaving her unable to avoid the slaps. Her head pressed against the bed, leaving her in a deeply humiliating position. Each slap was followed by Luo Jing’s startled cry.

Her full butt*cks rippled with each strike, showing Chen Xin hadn’t held back. After ten slaps, she stopped. Not only were Luo Jing’s butt*cks bright red, but Chen Xin’s palm was too.

The sting was exhilarating.

The moment Chen Xin paused, Luo Jing’s body collapsed, muttering complaints. “It hurts so much, no more.”

Her butt*cks were completely red.

Seeing Luo Jing’s pitiful, pained expression, Chen Xin touched her front entrance. As expected, it was slick with ar0usal, exuding an erotic scent.

She showed her wet hand to Luo Jing. “But you seem to enjoy it. Look how much you’re dripping.”

Luo Jing didn’t want to admit it, but the undeniable slickness spoke for itself. Her eyes glistened, as if she might cry from embarrassment.

Chen Xin’s heart itched at Luo Jing’s bullied, speechless look. Not wanting to push too far, she leaned in to kiss her. “Baby, it’s okay. It’s supposed to feel good. Let’s try something even more fun.”

She pulled out a delicate riding crop, its tip shaped like a playful heart. A light swing produced a whooshing sound, the heart shape doing little to soften the crop’s menacing aura.

The leather heart tapped Luo Jing’s butt*cks a few times. Uneasy, Luo Jing glanced back. This time, Chen Xin didn’t pin her down, letting her see clearly. She wanted the thrill of anticipation, not genuine fear.

“This covers a smaller area, so it’ll sting more,” Chen Xin said, twirling the crop. The new leather gleamed, carrying a distinct scent.

Luo Jing looked genuinely scared. The earlier slaps had been hard enough, would this be even worse?

Seeing her fear, Chen Xin didn’t push. She negotiated softly, “Just ten strikes?”

Luo Jing hesitated, her butt*cks was still sore and warm. Chen Xin compromised further. “How about five? If you can’t handle it, tell me, okay?”

“Okay… fine,” Luo Jing said reluctantly, swallowing hard and lying back across Chen Xin’s lap.

Seeing her compliance, Chen Xin swung the crop lightly, the whooshing sound making Luo Jing’s shoulders tense. Chen Xin soothed her, stroking her bare back. “Don’t be nervous. Here it comes.”

Giving her ample warning, Chen Xin aimed at the round butt*cks and swung.

“Eek!” Luo Jing yelped, lurching forward. The pain exceeded her expectations.

A vivid red heart mark appeared on her already-red butt*cks, strikingly cute against the flushed skin.

“So cute,” Chen Xin said, leaning down to kiss the heart mark. The hot skin was tempting enough to devour.

Luo Jing took a while to recover, trembling from the stinging pain. Turning back, tears fell. “It hurts too much. I don’t want more.”

She looked so pitiful that Chen Xin couldn’t bring herself to continue. Though Luo Jing’s front entrance contracted repeatedly after the strike, she seemed unaware, overwhelmed by the pain.

“Alright, just one more,” Chen Xin said. She hadn’t expected Luo Jing to handle five strikes her first time.

Luo Jing’s teary eyes welled up further at the mention of another strike. “No more, my butt really hurts.”

Her soft pleading nearly melted Chen Xin, but she frowned. “Jing Jing, you hid something serious from me. You said you’d do anything for me tonight. That can’t be empty words.”

Luo Jing couldn’t refuse.

Chen Xin wanted to teach her a lesson, ensuring she wouldn’t hide things again.

“But… my butt hurts,” Luo Jing sobbed, pouting.

Chen Xin seemed generous. “Fine, the last one will be somewhere else.”

Luo Jing felt a moment of relief, but her face fell when she realized where. She wanted to bolt, but Chen Xin held her firmly, coaxing and teasing until she pinned Luo Jing to the bed in the desired position.

“No, please,” Luo Jing said, obediently spreading her legs as Chen Xin instructed, but her wide eyes were full of fear. “Miss Chen…”

Chen Xin tapped the crop against her palm. “No whining. Just one. Spread it.”

Luo Jing reluctantly parted her folds, exposing the tender core. Her small lips and sensitive bud were fully revealed. Her trembling fingers showed her nervousness.

Chen Xin rubbed the heart-shaped crop lightly against the sensitive area, picking up some moisture. “Don’t move, or you’ll hurt your fingers.”

To ease her tension, Chen Xin counted slowly, “One, two, three!”

The crop struck, landing with a sharp slap. Luo Jing’s body jolted, her soft frame arching. A clear stream gushed from her entrance, expelling the vibrating egg from her back entrance, which fell onto the bed, still buzzing.

Luo Jing couldn’t process it, feeling only a burning sting, yet something felt off. Then Chen Xin’s voice sounded in her ear. “Baby, you just peaked.”

That night, Chen Xin left Luo Jing’s butt*cks red as an apple. She couldn’t get enough, always touching the warm, red flesh no matter the position, even keeping her hands there as they slept. Luo Jing didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

The next morning, the red marks from Chen Xin’s hands had mostly faded, but a heart mark remained on one butt*ck. Against her pale skin, it was red, almost purple, slightly swollen and tender to the touch.

Not only that, another sensitive area was also swollen, less severely but in a more embarrassing spot. Two half-circles from the heart mark lingered on her pubic mound, suggesting the deeper folds were likely red too.

Even when Chen Xin applied ointment, Luo Jing ignored her all morning.