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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.

So good.

"Kitten, do you want to tell me why you were late or should I hazard a guess?" Yoongi pressed the cane close to Jimin's thigh, dragging it down along the seam of his trousers in a teasing manner. And his cock seemed to love the attention as it twitched under the fabric of his messily zipped up trousers.

Jimin didn't reply, Yoongi couldn't possibly know. There were various possibilities-

"Was it me, kitten? Was I keeping you up all night despite not being physically present?"

He knew. And Jimin confirmed it with a stuttered breath. His mind and body seemed disconnected, they were no longer working in unison.

"How much time did I take up from your rest, kitten? You look like you didn't get a wink of sleep. What were you thinking about?"

He hated the question, it was something he tried to justify with himself countless of times, yet here he was, lips sealed because he didn't know where to begin with the things he was thinking about.

"Was it my lips, kitten, did you enjoy breaking the contract? Did you like that?" Yoongi questioned, the cane finally pressing onto his cock. Jimin wanted to lead Yoongi to where he needed it the most. Yet he couldn't because he knew he deserved this. "You don't need to respond, because I know. The question is: did you want more than a kiss? Perhaps you want me to kiss you elsewhere. You know what to say kitten. Just say the words and my lips will tend to your pretty body. I'll start with your neck; I know how harshly you want the kisses. You don't need to ask because I know."

He was right, that was only the beginning of what Jimin wanted. He felt greedy it disgusted him. He could feel the vibrations of Yoongi's voice on his lips, he wanted to whine. He wanted contact. Everywhere. Yet he was silent.

"And while I undress you, I'll tease the buttons undone." Jimin felt each button press into him from what he assumed was the cane. "I'd make you kneel just like this kitten, and then..." That was when he felt the handle on the tip of his lips, grazing his heart shaped crescents. He couldn't seem to control his actions as they parted. The cane sliding past his lips. His tongue wrapped around its thickness, his teeth grazing the material. But he was gentle.

It truly was out of his control now when he tilted his head back, his eyes twitching under the satin tie. Jimin only wanted to be a good kitten. The cane seemed to stop moving, it hit the back of his throat. And Jimin tried his best to not gag. He breathed lightly, through his reddened nose. He was eager. Yoongi could tell by how he attempted to gain more length in his mouth. And that's when he realised, this was the Chairman's length.

But it wasn't the real thing. Yet, Jimin's cock dripped at the knowledge that the Chairman could potentially fill him.

"You're taking me so well kitten," Yoongi hummed, as he slid the cane in and out of Jimin's lips, watching the secretary suck on it gently, slowly, as if it's been awhile. And Jimin's eyes were closed so he could contently imagine anything he desired.

This was a corporal sanction, so why was he enjoying it so much?

The only sounds that could be heard in the room were Jimin's wet licks. He could feel drool trickle down to his chin, but he didn't care. He needed to do well.

His black trousers were now tight. He moaned into the cane as he whimpered at how need was controlling his body.

"So, you like this, kitten?" Yoongi asked, and Jimin heard a chuckle when he nodded. "Punishments aren't mean to be liked." The chairman slid the cane away from Jimin. The secretary could only whimper as his lips felt the absence. "Go home, fix yourself, and rest. Tomorrow you will work hard."

"Please, Yoongi." Jimin whined.

There was shuffling and Jimin couldn't make out what was happening anymore.

"Please, Yoongi." Jimin begged again, although he didn't know what he was begging for.

"No, kitten."

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