Foot Worship Chapter 16

I quietly brought the teacup to my lips and watched him. Unlike usual, Jerome seemed calm, yet not calm at all. He looked visibly restless, like someone being chased by something. When I furrowed my brows at the sweet-tart taste, Jerome let out a short laugh. He pulled a tissue from the box on the table and handed it to me.

Jerome held something in his hand and clicked it repeatedly. Listening closely, I realized it was a clicker, the kind used for training dogs. The repetitive sound made me feel needlessly anxious.

“Were you hurt by what I said yesterday?”

“…I just had a lot on my mind.”

“Come here and kneel.”

Jerome pushed the table back to create space and spread his legs wide. He pointed between his legs with his finger. I licked my lips and slowly stood up. With hesitant steps, I approached and knelt in the spot he indicated. Eyes with a strange hue, somewhere between blue and green, stared at me. Being in this position, looking up at him, felt far more psychologically stable than before.

“I like clear answers—like good or bad, right or wrong. But ever since I met Jin, I keep using ambiguous words like ‘I don’t know,’ and it’s a bit confusing.”

“…”

“Actually, even now, I called for Jin, but I’m not sure what I want to do.”

“You said you missed me, so you can just look at me.”

Boldly, I blurted out words I would never say under normal circumstances, thanks to the liquid courage. Jerome reached out and stroked my cheeks and chin. Then, just as he had done once before, he gently crinkled his eyes into a wonderful smile. I couldn’t take my eyes off his face, as if bewitched. As Goo Jihoon had said, I was clearly under Jerome’s spell. Whether it was because of Jerome or the alcohol, my head was spinning.

“What were you expecting, Jin, coming all the way here?”

“I didn’t really expect anything. I missed you since I couldn’t see you yesterday, and Jerome told me to come.”

“Is that so?”

Jerome looked down at me, stroking his chin as if deep in thought. I felt an urge to lick his smooth chin. It was a bit regrettable to leave like this, but I had a feeling that if I stayed any longer, I’d end up causing trouble. I glanced at my wristwatch, bit my lip, and let go. It was already past one in the morning. I couldn’t just keep taking up the time of Jerome, who had to go to work tomorrow. Regrettable as it was, I had to go back.

“Since I’ve seen your face,”

“Are you aware that you didn’t eat properly today, and your callback earlier was late?”

“Ah… that, I’m sorry.”

Perhaps because I had been so distressed all day, I had no appetite. So, I had substituted my meals with protein shakes. It was also true that I’d checked the phone late, leading to a late callback. But why was he bringing that up now? I tapped my dull, slow-moving head with my hand and tilted it in confusion.

Jerome leaned back into the sofa and tapped his thigh. I didn’t know what he meant and just rolled my eyes, so he grabbed my forearm. Suddenly, my heart started pounding frantically.

“Come here and lie down.”

“…Pardon?”

“If you’ve done something to apologize for, you need to be punished.”

I let out a silent scream and hung my head low. Heat rushed to my face, making it burn. The sexual desire I had buried deep under my feet boiled up terrifyingly. If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn’t have drunk any alcohol—or at least, I would have drunk much less. My lower abdomen tightened painfully, a mixture of alcohol and pent-up sexual urge.

Awkwardly, I stood up and laid my stomach across his thighs. I tried my best to keep my muscles tense so that my lower body wouldn’t touch his thighs, but Jerome pressed down lightly on my thighs.

“Ugh.”

“Since this wasn’t planned, I’ll only give you a light punishment. Do you need a safe word?”

“…N, no.”

Since I wasn’t taking off my pants to be struck on bare skin, the intensity of the pain was somewhat predictable. And one doesn’t usually use a safe word for over-the-clothes striking. I inhaled through my nose and waited for the punishment.

“Don’t tense your toes; stay comfortable.”

“…Yes.”

“The ten-minute rule for callbacks and replies was a consideration for your social reputation and stable daily life. Do you need me to shorten the time for you to listen?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

With my head buried downward, blood rushed to my face, and the heat intensified. Between the alcohol and the sexual desire, I couldn’t keep my head straight. I bit my tongue painfully and shook my head once or twice, trying to come to my senses. My mind felt like a blank sheet of paper.

Jerome’s hand stroked me in a long motion from my thighs to my buttocks. Because of the thickness of the jeans I was wearing, I couldn’t feel the touch very well. My heart wanted to tell him to take off my pants and spank me, but seeing his intentions so clearly, the words wouldn’t come out. He had already drawn the line by calling it a “light punishment.” In other words, he had made it clear there would be no further acts. And I wasn’t in a position to make such presumptuous requests. I just chewed on my innocent lips and waited for the punishment. Muscles all over my body twitched uncontrollably.

“Since it’s late, I’ll only punish you ten times. Repeat the number and then the greeting.”

“…Yes.”

Smack! With the sound, a hot, burning sensation rose on my right thigh. Because I had been bracing myself, expecting a strike to my buttocks, I felt the impact completely. But compared to the sharp sound, it didn’t hurt all that much.

“Hut, one, thank you.”

“Don’t push against me like a bitch in heat; stay still.”

Jerome pressed his palm into the base of my spine. My lower body was pressed hard against his thigh before pulling away. It felt like a bright red siren was blaring in my head. Smack! This time, it was the left. Unlike before, the pain washed over my thigh as sharply as the sound was loud.

“Two, thank you.”

Up to the fifth strike, it was bearable, but from the sixth onward, my stomach ached so much I couldn’t stand it. My underwear was already damp, and my lower half was a mess. Without realizing it, I swayed my waist slightly and rubbed my organ against his thigh.

Soon after, Jerome’s hand cut through the air and landed on my thigh. This time, it didn’t pull away immediately after the strike but kneaded the thigh. The heated area chafed against the fabric, stinging even more. He intentionally grabbed the inner flesh of my thigh hard.

“Ugh, seven, thank you.”

The intensity of the strikes was consistent. It wasn’t agonizingly painful, but it wasn’t painless, either. If I relaxed and took the strikes, my flesh would tremble; if I were to take my pants off, the skin would probably be flushed red.

However, because the intensity was ambiguous, it only fueled my arousal. Because of the heat in my body, thick drops of sweat fell to the floor. This atmosphere, the situation, the gestures, the scent, the sound of his breathing—everything was stimulating. Above all, the fact that I was lying on his body being punished was unbearably good.

“Let’s take off your pants for the remaining three strikes.”

I felt like my hair was standing on end. If I’d been naked from the start, it would be one thing, but I was reluctant because my underwear was already soaked with body fluid. However, I dared not disobey him. I lifted my waist, undid my buckle, and pulled them down. I could clearly feel my damp underwear touching his thighs. My ears burned red with shame.

Jerome didn’t waver; he raised his hand and struck my thigh as it was.

SMACK!

My body trembled, muscles tensed, from an impact far stronger than before. I forcibly swallowed the moan that wanted to burst out and repeated the number and the expression of gratitude. There would surely be a dark handprint left behind. My mind was ablaze with color.

Suddenly, Jerome’s hand pulled up my briefs and kneaded my buttocks. Each time he gripped the flesh of my buttocks, the secret opening widened and then puckered. I let out a low groan, stood on my tiptoes, and fidgeted.

The ninth, and finally, the tenth strike fell on my thigh. SMACK! It was an intensity that made my brain ring, as if everything until now had been child’s play. I couldn’t even utter the number or the thanks; I curled my body and shivered from the waist down. At the same time, I could feel my underwear getting even more soaked.

“The number.”

“Haa, ugh, wait, t-ten… thank you.”

“Get up.”