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♠️Chapter 15♠️

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Tuesday

"There are many other non-physical punishments kitten," Yoongi hummed. "Why don't I give you a personal lesson today?"

Jimin swallowed the dry air that was itching his throat. He patiently waited for his judgement to pass. Guilt washed over him thickly, and the low, huskily coated voice that emitted from the chairman suffocated Jimin's whines like a collar.

He was easily breathless, panting in his own want and need.

"Punishment 101." Yoongi reported, Jimin felt the tip of the whip handle brush on his chest, outlining his mismatched buttons. "A punishment is a penalty you're not meant to enjoy. It can be received in three different ways: corporal, humiliation and restriction. And I will show you how I can punish you using all three. Without. Touching. You."

He hated he was anticipating Yoongi's attention, dying for his mere touches, his chest tightening at the thought of Yoongi doing anything to him. Only for his unsteady whimper to follow at the thought of not being touched.

Jimin was stripped off his sight, yet he could hear the faint ripples of the window blinds. He could only wonder how many people could see him through the window. It was lunch time, perhaps there were fewer people to worry about. But that didn't matter.

All that mattered was the one person in the room with him, exposing him to the slight humiliation of his desires. He felt his knees weaken, his cock, hardening shamelessly in his trousers.

The chairman's voice was absent, instead he felt the handle press onto him, irregularly on his chest, each providing various degrees of pressure. But not one. Single. Touch. Was satisfying his numbing thirst.

The raven-haired secretary hummed and he didn't mean to. In fact, he wanted to release a whine, and let Yoongi know. But that didn't seem to be an issue. Since Yoongi knew what he wanted. More than he could ever conjure in his mind.

"Do you admit that you have been disobedient?" There was more silence and then his voice filled the room in a numbingly satisfying way. "Respond, kitten."

"Yes." His voice was croaking from the dryness of his throat, it was hesitant, unsure.

"Yes who, kitten?"

"Yes, Yoongi." Jimin replied quickly.

"Make sure I don't have to remind you again." Yoongi warned, "Tell me, do you deserve this punishment?"

"Yes, Yoongi."

"Good, very good. Stay on your knees kitten, but don't get comfortable. I'm here to punish you for every hour you missed. And you are not meant to like it." Jimin continued to press his lips together, worried a moan would escape. "Firstly, you are to take overtime to make up for the work you missed out on. Secondly, you are to wear a blindfold that will be placed on my desk, in the mornings and when I tell you to. Thirdly, you are to stay right where you are, kitten. Do you consent?"

Jimin involuntarily nodded his head, "I consent." It was Yoongi, and something told him that this gorgeous man wouldn't hurt him.

The stick was dangerously close to his cock, he whimpered at the lack of attention. He only hated himself for resisting. And hated himself more for wanting. He couldn't help himself last time, lips had barely brushed. Yoongi wasn't even kissing him back yet. But it was good.