Meet Mirage, part 5

"Fine then. I'll start," a woman's voice said, cutting through the tension.

That threw me.

The usual script was I'd propose something outrageous, they'd resist, then eventually submit. She just decided to bypass that whole part.

Melissa stepped forward with a punk-emo swagger, her darkly styled eyes locked on mine. "Only one minus point for me, right? I do this, and I can go?"

"Yeah, sure..."

She wound up her arm and delivered a swift, sharp strike on Noriko's exposed buttock.

SPANK! (MELISSA: +5SP) (+5SP)

"Ow! You bitch! I'll remember this!" Noriko shrieked.

Melissa just shrugged. "Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do to survive in this chauvinist, fascist society, right?"

I nodded with a lecherous smile.

With that, she strutted out of the room, leaving a perfect handprint already forming on Noriko's cheek.

Definitely not a soft slap. Some bad blood between them, perhaps?

My gaze swept the room. Five women remained.

"Well, Melissa took advantage of being first. Remember, the longer you wait, the worse it will get for you..."

Silence. My eyes drifted to Triss again. Maybe now she'd—

"Ugh, fine!" Noriko suddenly shouted. "Rin, Hana! You two next! Do it now, don't let this asshole punish you next!"

Rin, the blue-haired Asian beauty, stepped forward first.

"Miss Noriko? Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes! Get this over with!"

Both she and Hana approached, carefully.

While Rin looked stern—almost like a blue-haired version of Noriko—Hana was different entirely. Shy, timid, meek. Pink hair tied in little bows framed her face.

Both women had colored hair. Not sure why. They still looked like office professionals, not cosplayers. Though those hair colors would bring variety to the bedroom.

I wouldn't mind seeing them tangled together, all sweaty and nude, their hairs mixing to create new colors. Maybe I'd make it a Japanese buffet with Noriko on top… covered in sushi…

But back to the present. That chapter hadn’t been written yet.

Rin and Hana didn't even need to confer who was first. Rin gave me a look of pure contempt as she stood proudly before her humiliated boss's ass.

"Here I go. I'm so sorry, miss Noriko."

"Just get it over with!" Noriko screamed.

Rin's hand moved forward daintily. Barely a sound as it touched Noriko's skin.

I sighed.

I didn’t even get submission points for that. She'd outright disobeyed me with that fake spank.

"Ow!" Noriko reacted way too late, her acting skills nonexistent.

"Nope. Doesn't qualify as a spank."

"Excuse me?"

"Didn't make a sound, didn't make her ass jiggle, didn't leave a mark. F-tier attempt."

"Okay, but—"

"Shut up. I'm done being nice about this."

Without warning, I raised my hand high, bringing it down with full **** across Noriko’s cheeks.

CRACK!

The sound echoed like a gunshot. Noriko's body convulsed forward against Gretchen's grip. A guttural scream ripped from her throat as a deep crimson handprint instantly bloomed on her pale flesh.

God, that felt good.

"AAAAAHHHH! YOU BASTARD!"

Rin and Hana looked stunned, color draining from their faces.

"From this point on, anybody who doesn't spank her properly will have to do it again... and I will also demonstrate the proper way as many times as needed."

"You motherfucker! You said only six spanks!" Noriko screamed, tears already forming.

"Did I? Sorry, I meant six spankers. Same deal Gretchen got. Anyway, Rin, go ahead. Or do you need another demonstration?"

Rin quickly shook her head. Hana cowered behind her, both speechless.

Rin came forward, her breathing strained... and put everything into the effort.

SPANK! (RIN +15SP) (+15SP)

"Ow! Fuck! Owww!"

Not as hard as my demonstration, but I didn't need it to be. The main point was that it hurt Noriko. Though anything would hurt now that her ass was properly tenderized.

Hana was next. She was almost crying but steeled herself.

And her effort... was pathetic.

She raised a small, delicate hand, hesitating before bringing it down in what could barely be called a strike… more like a gentle pat.

PAT. (HANA: +10SP) (+10SP)

Interesting. According to the points, it was a real attempt. She was just terrible at it.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Hana, Hana, Hana. Did you learn nothing from my demonstration? Or from Rin's effort?"

"I... I tried," she sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"No, you didn't," I said coldly. "And you know what that means..."

Without another word, I stepped forward again. Noriko's eyes widened in terror.

"No! Not again! Please! Jack! No!"

"I guess you should train your employees better," I replied, raising my hand high.

This time, I aimed for the already bruised flesh where my first handprint glowed so gorgeously.

CRACK!

The sound was even louder, the impact against tenderized skin creating a crack like a whip.

Noriko's ass flesh compressed violently before exploding outward in fleshy waves.

A new, darker handprint overlapped the previous one, the skin already beginning to purple at the edges.

"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE! STOP! STOP!" she shrieked desperately.

I turned to face the terrified women. "Now. Hana. Try again. And this time, make it count. Or we'll be here all night."

Hana stared at Noriko's battered rear, mouth agape in horror. Then she looked at me, and whatever defiance remained vanished completely.

She raised her hand again, her face set in grim determination.

SPANK! (HANA: +7SP) (+17SP)

A decent attempt. Noriko's beautiful ass twitched, and she let out a small cry.

Good enough for me.

I waved her off. "You two can go now. Oh, and both of you get -5 points for such weak attempts."

Rin grimaced. "Is that on top of—"

"Yes. Your total is -7, and Hana's is -10."

Rin spared an empathetic glance at Noriko. "If it's alright... We'll stay with Ms. Noriko. For support."

"No! You two go!" Noriko shouted, her voice cracking. "There's a fuckton of work we need to do because of his—well because of somebody's huge fuckup. Go! Get started!"

And just like that, Noriko sent her obedient duo away.

If I had to guess, it was less about work and more about not wanting her underlings to witness her humiliation any further.

Three left, and Noriko's ass was already deliciously raw.

Triss, Miriam, and Khali.

Someone from our crack web team was about to experience what reaching 50 minus points truly meant.

"So... I guess we have -10, -20 and -50 left. Let me advise you. You don't want to be last. So unless you were thinking about quitting your jobs... it makes no sense to put this off any longer, does it?"

It was Khali who moved next.

Damn.

I'd been hoping she'd be the one I'd get to punish.

Khali's eyes never left mine. Her glare was iron-forged in the deepest depths of Hell.

She didn't even look at Noriko's ass, just stared at me as her hand came down.

SPANK! (KHALI: +15SP) (+15SP)

Her slap was definitely hard. The already beaten-down Noriko whined once more.

But the way Khali just stared at me all through it... it was like she was imagining slapping my face instead. Or something worse. I guess that's what got her through it.

She left with the door banging behind her.

I'd have fun taming her Indian pussy.

And then there were two. Both mysterious in their own ways.

Miriam, the sunglasses-wearing coffee drinker who projected an air of being above it all. And the e-babe lookalike, Triss, with her odd smile.

The two looked at each other, finally deciding to discuss their situation. They met in the middle of the room but talked so quietly I couldn't hear.

In the end... it was Triss who stepped forward.

So… Miriam would be the one… Interesting.

Triss looked at the bruised ass in front of her with morbid curiosity. Something about all this fascinated her on a deeper level… the only question was whether she understood it herself.

I took a chance, placing a soft but determined finger under her chin. I softly turned her beautiful head toward me... and she didn't fight back.

"So… Why did you take so long?"

She smirked cutely. "It's... I'm not used to this."

"That's good. I prefer that," I said in a low baritone.

Wait… Was I seriously flirting with her right now?

She smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say next. I decided to help her.

"You see, you do it like this..." I pulled her soft arm behind her, winding it back slightly. I couldn’t help but take a sniff of her blonde hair. Mmm… Honey. Definitely honey.

She didn't resist at all. "And... that's your target. Let yourself go. Imagine anyone who ever hurt you, left you, betrayed you. You're above them now, ready to mete out justice. You’re the judge… the jury… and the executioner. And let's face it, this bitch deserves it, right?"

"Hey! Fuck you!" Noriko screeched, almost ruining the moment.

"Do it. Be bad."

Triss bit her lip, letting her curious side free.

SPANK!

It was a beauty of a hit. Not too hard, not too soft. The perfect amount of precision to bring out all the jiggle in Noriko's Asian booty. Definitely not something you'd expect from a first-timer.

SPANK!

The second one was even—

Wait, a second one?

SPANK!

No, wait—

I quickly grabbed Triss's hand before she could go for a fourth. The sweet melodies of Noriko's anguished screeches almost made me lose count.

Triss looked back at me apologetically. "Oh, shit, sorry. Kinda got... too into it."

"That's... fine."

"NO IT'S FUCKING NOT! I'LL REMEMBER THIS YOU BITCH!!" the crazy woman on the desk screamed.

I ignored her. "You did your part. But it’s still minus 20 points. I expect more from you in the future, okay?"

She smiled. "Yeah. Cool."

With that, she staggered out of the room.

Didn't quite know what to make of that one.

Might be easy to manipulate.

And finally... the last lady stepped forward.

Miriam took off her sunglasses, looking straight at me.

She appeared to have soft, tired eyes. Way less bitchy without her glasses.

"I don't get it. Did you want to get punished or something?" I asked honestly.

A small, **** smirk. "No. I'm just bored."

"What?"

She sighed deeply. "My friends keep telling me I'm clinically depressed. And the medication kinda sucks. I think I’m done eating that shit. Look… I know what you're doing here is criminal, perverted and fucked... But it's interesting. Which is better than the murderous, all-consuming, never-ending, soul-crushing boredom. I guess."

Okay... not really prepared for… that.

"So you want to get punished... because you're depressed and bored?"

She shrugged. "I guess so. Do I smack her first?"

She lifted her hand, but I stopped her.

"No. Noriko already had six spankers."

"That's right! Now let me leave!" Noriko tried getting up, but Gretchen dutifully held her down.

"Your punishment will be something different."

A small glint appeared in her nearly-dead eyes. "Oh yeah?"

"Yes. Kneel."

This time, she didn't smile. "Seriously?"

"Do it."

She folded her arms. "Hey. I might be depressed, but that doesn't mean I obey orders like a sub or something."

I made a small gesture with my fingers. Soon Ulla and Sophie were behind her.

"What the—"

I clicked my fingers, and both women pushed down on her knees. She barely fought back.

"Better do what he says," Ulla whispered into her ear.

"Oh wow," Miriam uttered. "This is actually, legitimately, fucked."

Her words and expression didn't quite match. I couldn't help but notice a hint of a smile on her face.

She appeared to be quite fucked herself.

"Alright Miriam. We'll start out small. First... pull down Noriko's panties with your teeth."

"WHAT?!?!" the woman on the desk screeched in panic.

Author's note: Yeah, yeah, I know. Realistic AI-pics all of a sudden. Basically... I'm thinking of going in that direction again. The story was originally realistic pics, but I couldn't make them look good enough. I switched to cartoon for that reason. Well, now the technology has advanced again, and after dicking around with for the last few months... I'm thinking of doing another rehaul. Few reasons. I always preferred the realistic style, and now I can make it easier than the cartoon pics, and even keep the characters consistent. Obviously it will take forever to redo the pics again, but it'll be a side-project for me. Just letting you know. That... and you can expect a lot of vids also.