On the Wedding Night, I Transmigrated to After the Divorce – Chapter 112

The Happy Life Before Divorce

Before Divorce 8

I Know I Was Wrong

Yu Yan finally processed what was happening.

            

Take off her pants and get… spanked?

Fu Yunqing was going to spank her butt?

Yu Yan had never been spanked in her entire life—not even by Grandmother or Yu Lan. No matter how mischievous she’d been as a child, the most she ever got was a slap on the palm.

            

How humiliating would that be? It was exactly like disciplining a little child. She was already this old—how could she still be spanked?

But… if it was Fu Yunqing doing the spanking, Yu Yan actually felt an indescribable sense of rightness about it.

Like… like she’d said, Fu-jiejie spanking her anywhere was only proper.

            

At this point, there was nothing to do but listen to jiejie. It was already generous of jiejie to be willing to spank her at all—there was no way she could act cute and wriggle out of it, pushing for more leniency. Resigned, Yu Yan flushed red and gave a small “mm,” turned around, and flopped face-down on the bed. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and yanked it down, baring a pair of pale, round cheeks.

The motion wasn’t particularly difficult—after all, Fu-jiejie touched and saw her butt almost every day. It was just…

Just what?

            

Before Yu Yan could finish the thought, the woman behind her raised the belt. Crack! It landed squarely on her buttocks, the sharp sting making Yu Yan cry out: “Ah—!”

The force wasn’t terribly heavy, but it wasn’t as feather-light as their usual playful swats either. Fu Yunqing didn’t want to let her off so easily. She wanted her to truly understand she’d been wrong, to truly remember this lesson.

Just the first strike and Yu Yan was already falling apart. “Jiejie, jiejie, don’t!”

            

She tried to push herself up and pull up her pants, but Fu Yunqing pressed down on her waist from behind, pinning her back to the bed, and delivered another crack to her buttocks. “Lie still!”

“Ah…!” Yu Yan’s body jerked, instinctively trying to crawl forward, but Fu Yunqing’s hold wasn’t so easily escaped. She turned her head to look—Fu Yunqing had one hand pressing down on her waist, the other, long-boned and slender, gripping the black belt, raising it again—

Oh god.

            

She felt mortified beyond words. On top of that, an unspeakable sensation layered over the sting, flooding her with a breathless vertigo. She struggled, trying to escape. “No, no, I know I was wrong! Mommy, Mommy…”

Crack— Hearing her frantically call for Mommy, Fu Yunqing inexplicably struck harder, the sound especially crisp.

Yu Yan’s buttocks jiggled from the impact. “Ah—!”

            

Crack— Another strike.

Yu Yan’s tensed, arched waist went limp, collapsing onto the bed.

“Do you know you were wrong?”

            

She was crying helplessly, an overwhelming vertigo assaulting her.

“What did you do wrong?”

She could no longer hear what the woman behind her was saying. Her mind was a blur.

            

She clutched the bedsheets, face buried in them, breathing hard, processing the strange pain on her buttocks and the shameful, inexplicable feeling welling up inside her.

Fu Yunqing was angry. Fu Yunqing was disciplining her, spanking her butt. Spanking hurt—she’d cried out from the strikes. But it was so strange, so strange, so strange. Why did she feel not the slightest rejection toward this form of discipline she’d have scoffed at as a child? No resistance, no rebelliousness even though it hurt. Instead, her whole body went soft, and she couldn’t catch her breath.

She buried her face in the sheets, feeling the heat of her own cheeks and breath. So hot, so hot…

            

As long as Fu-jiejie was willing to pay attention to her, anything was fine.

Picturing the scene before her, Yu Yan actually…

How could she? How could she be so shameless—pants down, being struck in front of another person, and actually getting aroused? How could she?

            

But the person spanking her was Fu Yunqing, the person closest to her in all the world, and the act itself became something intimate, something perfectly natural.

Because it was Fu Yunqing, she felt safe. She felt secure. And beneath that security lay an endless, undeniable, unbearable shame.

After so many strikes, crisscrossing red welts had risen on her buttocks. The folded belt pressed against them—the cool yet dangerous touch reminded her of the sensation from moments ago, and she began to tremble uncontrollably.

            

“Why aren’t you speaking?”

Fu Yunqing demanded from behind her. The woman’s unfamiliar, cold, hard tone made Yu Yan tense up, bracing instinctively for the next lash. The anticipation of being struck made her body shake even harder. She babbled her assent—she shouldn’t have disobeyed, shouldn’t have broken her promise to Mommy, shouldn’t have disregarded her own safety, shouldn’t have made Mommy sad, shouldn’t have wasted the Christmas surprise Mommy had prepared for her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Mommy…” Her whole body was shaking, her voice thick with sobs, choking out apologies, trembling uncontrollably.

            

Fu Yunqing froze. A surge of fierce remorse and heartache flooded her chest. The fight went out of her. The belt slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor. She bent down to look at her.

She said nothing. She turned Yu Yan’s face out of the bedding—and found a face drenched in tears.

A patch of the sheet was soaked through. Those eyes, wet and red, gasping, sobbing—heartbreaking to see.

            

This wasn’t her pretending to be pitiful. The body’s reactions couldn’t be faked. Fu Yunqing knew she’d lost control, gone too far.

Did it hurt? It must have hurt a lot.

Meeting those wet, deeply wronged eyes, Fu Yunqing’s heart trembled. She’d thought Yanyan would refuse to talk to her like last time when she’d been spanked on the palm. But instead, Yu Yan gave a sobbing gasp, rolled over, threw her arms around her waist, and curled herself into her embrace.

            

“I was wrong…”

“Mommy…”

Just like that, she filled her uneasy heart.

            

Fu Yunqing couldn’t be angry with her anymore. She drew a deep breath and held her tight, bowing her head to bury her face in her hair.

Yu Yan was still trembling, shaking badly. Every tremor sent a pang through Fu Yunqing’s heart. She stroked the girl’s back, murmuring that it was okay now. When her palm brushed over her reddened, welt-covered buttocks, Yanyan flinched and curled up in fear. Fu Yunqing’s every breath was laced with remorse.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” She cupped the back of Yu Yan’s head, kissed her face tenderly, and looked down at her. “No more spanking. Be good, don’t be afraid.”

            

“Wu… I was wrong…”

“Mm. Knowing your mistake and fixing it is enough. It’s okay, Baby, be good…”

“Mommy…”

            

Fu Yunqing truly didn’t know what to do with her. She kept soothing her. “I’m here, I’m right here…”

Yu Yan clung to her, burying herself in the crook of her neck, refusing to come out. When Fu Yunqing tried to get up to fetch an ice pack for her buttocks, she wouldn’t let go. She held on, and it took a long while of coaxing before she’d let Mommy leave her side for two minutes.

She’d been so harsh, and yet Yanyan still depended on her this much. Fu Yunqing was both heartbroken and deeply happy. She grabbed the ice pack and hurried back. Yu Yan lay on the bed covered by the blanket. Fu Yunqing pulled it back—those once-pale cheeks were now red and swollen, a painful sight.

            

Christmas Eve. Outside the window, the night deepened. Beside the Christmas tree hung with gifts, Fu Yunqing sat on the sheets printed with antler and snowflake patterns. Yu Yan lay across her lap. She pressed the ice pack to her buttocks, her other hand resting on her messy head, giving it an occasional rub. Yu Yan was perfectly quiet on her lap, like a small cat.

The only sound left in the room was the crisp crackle of the fireplace.

The warmer this moment felt, the more Fu Yunqing regretted it. She told herself that next time, no matter how angry she was, she couldn’t go that far.

            

Was this method of discipline really right? She knew—Yanyan was timid and afraid of pain. She could never scare her like this again.

---