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The streets of Seoul were bustling as always. Cars and late-night party-goers created a tandem of organised chaos, much like the racing, chaotic thoughts that were passing through a certain immortal human’s mind.Frankenstein.The genius scientist flitted through the streets at inhuman speed, his heart throbbing with the faint remnants of his earlier adrenaline as he navigated his way back home. Frankenstein had always craved knowledge throughout the centuries- seeking intellectual stimulation in its highest form.Books, manuscripts, equations- anything and everything that could give him that high of being intellectually challenged.That insatiable rush.But they only stimulated him so much.And that was why he had found himself playing a game of Russian roulette earlier that day, battling with life and death itself, in one of the many shady alleys in the outskirts of the city.It was harmless, of course. He was a genius- he knew how to use his intellect to calculate the weight of the gun, calculate the probabilities of dying- it was simply harmless fun.Harmless.Sure, perhaps there had been the sliver of a chance that he would have miscalculated and died.But that was only a faint possibility. Frankenstein had done nothing wrong.Unfortunately for Frankenstein, those sentiments would not be shared by the one he revered the most.
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The house was quiet when Frankenstein returned.He hummed absent-mindedly as he locked the door behind him, before taking a quick round to check if everything was in order.Even in his exhaustion, he was nothing if not meticulous.And a bit paranoid, maybe.But this house was where his master dwelled. He had to ensure everything was always perfect for his beloved.After Frankenstein had assured himself that everything was fine, he made his way to his bedchambers, his sharp mind already formulating an excuse for why he was returning so late.He took a moment to compose himself before entering the bedroom, schooling his features into a perfectly innocent, angelic expression. He then softly opened the door and stepped inside, gently closing it behind him.Raizel was still awake at this late hour, his back turned to his husband as he completed his homework on the desk.Ah…his master was truly so hard-working. It was absolutely endearing.“I’m back, my love. Forgive me for being so late without informing you.”Raizel set down his pen, standing gracefully and making his way to Frankenstein. They shared a brief kiss, tender and soft, before Raizel pulled apart, crimson eyes fixed curiously on Frankenstein.“Welcome back. What took you so long?”Frankenstein sighed tiredly as he sat down on the bed, his earlier adrenaline having faded to a quiet exhaustion. Raizel sat next to him, gently fondling his golden locks.“There was some work to be handled at school, master.” He said. “I took care of it, but lost track of time. I’m truly sorry, this will not happen again.Raizel pulled back, the atmosphere suddenly shifting as he frowned at his husband.“You know better than to lie to me, Frankenstein.”Frankenstein flinched. Of course…he had been foolish in thinking he could deceive one as perceptive as his master.The scientist remained silent, his eyes fixed on the silken sheets beneath him.“…Very well. If you will not be honest with me, then I will simply have to draw the truth out of you.”A moment later, Frankenstein felt a warm haze overtake his mind. He knew from prior experience that his thoughts were being read, and he desperately tried to resist.But it was futile. Raizel wielded his powers with honed precision.After what felt like an eternity but was probably just a few seconds, Frankenstein eventually felt the haze leave his mind.And then there was silence.When Frankenstein could not bear it any longer, he slowly turned his lowered gaze towards Raizel. He expected to see anger in those serene crimson eyes.What he saw instead was disappointment. And that was far, far worse than anger.In an instant Frankenstein was kneeling in front of his husband as he desperately tried to justify himself.“Master. It was all harmless fun. You know I’m a genius, I was never in any real danger. I-““Silence. You will speak no longer.”Frankenstein instantly obeying, shutting his reckless mouth. Raizel was staring at him, displeasure etched into every one of his elegant features.“You dare,” he continued, his quiet voice like the calm before the storm, “to gamble with your life as if it is nothing. Harmless fun? Had you died, Frankenstein, would that have not harmed me? Left me broken beyond measure?”Every one of his master’s words sent shooting tendrils of guilt and shame through Frankenstein’s soul.He had been idiotic, selfish. He had been an absolute fool, who had played with his life ,despite knowing it did not belong to him.And worse of all?He had made his master worried.He ached to beg for forgiveness, but Raizel had not yet allowed him to speak.There was another painfully long moment of moment of silence. Then Raizel spoke again, his voice one of velvet and steel.“Tell me, Frankenstein. You enjoy games of chance, do you not?”“I…I do, sir.”Raizel leaned back, a faint smile appearing on his lips. His eyes were dangerous, and Frankenstein shuddered as he tried to guess what his master was planning.“Very well, then. Let us play a game of my own.”
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Frankenstein stared intensely at the wooden bowl placed before him, hoping if he stared long enough, it would somehow materialize out of existence.Unfortunately, nothing of the sort had happenedOn the surface, the bowl looked so innocent. So harmless. But Frankenstein knew better.He had listened in abject horror a few moments earlier as Raizel had pronounced the discipline he would face.Pleaded for mercy to no avail.Watched in sheer nervousness as Raizel had torn strips of paper, filling them with his elegant script, before folding them and placing them in the bowl with a pronounced finality.In each chit, was a punishment Frankenstein would have to endure.Frankenstein would draw one chit at a time, unfold them, and read the contents out loud before being thoroughly disciplined.“…Master. I -I was never in any real danger-“A single glare from Raizel shut him up instantly.“You enjoy games of chance, Frankenstein. Is my game not giving you the intellectual stimulation, that you so dearly crave for?”Frankenstein winced, having no words no say in his defense.Taking a deep breath, he slowly reached out for one of the chits and unfurled it, his heart dropping as he mentally read the contents.“Out loud, Frankenstein.”“…A bare…um, a bare bottomed spanking over the knee, with-with the ruler.”Raizel hummed softly on hearing those words, as if Frankenstein had simply spoken of the weather. “Ah, a fitting punishment to start off.”Frankenstein’s heart pounded as he watched Raizel grab a ruler from his desk, before turning his chair around and taking a seat.Right now would be a perfect time to sink into the ground.His master slowly extended his right hand, curling his fingers in silent command.“To me, Frankenstein”“…Y-yes, sir.”Frankenstein took tentative steps towards his master, before awkwardly sprawling across his lap. Shame instantly flooded his senses as he was stripped bare with a simple flick of his master’s fingers.Why, why had he been so reckless?And why had he disregarded his life?He was broken out of his thoughts as he felt Raizel adjust his position, till Frankenstein’s head was touching the ground, and his bare bottom was poised embarrassingly high in the air.A brief lull. Perhaps Raizel had changed his mind?Then-SMACK-!Frankenstein gasped involuntarily as a searing pain shot through his left cheek. He barely had time to register the pain before-SMACK-!Another spank with the ruler had him jolting forward, before Raizel held him firmly in place.The ruler fell repeatedly across his backside as Raizel alternated between his rapidly pinkening cheeks.His master was truly thorough, Frankenstein couldn’t help but think fondly.“And you are thorough as well, my reckless beloved. In scaring me half to death.”Frankenstein had no reply to that.At first, the spanking simply caused Frankenstein to feel a dull ache, and immense shame and guilt.A few minutes later, and the ache intensified to a deep burning sensation.Frankenstein’s gasps eventually turned to whimpers, then muffled cries.When he had let out a particularly high-pitched yelp as his poor backside now felt like it was on fire, Raizel decided to speak.“Tell me, my love,” he said sternly, “why are you in this position?”Frankenstein took a moment before responding.“Because-urgh- I was reckless, my lord. I was-OW! completely negligent of how my intellect could have failed at any point, leaving me dead, and-“He began to sob as a chilling realisation finally struck him.“And I- I could have left you all aloneee, and I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry, sir!" he wailed, overcome with guilt.Raizel paused for a moment, using his free hand to gently stroke Frankenstein’s back.“Yes.” He murmured. “You were reckless and foolish and disobedient. But do not worry, my love. For I am always here to guide you on the right path.”With those words, Raizel resumed the spanking, the ruler now descending at a rapid pace on Frankenstein’s sit spots. The errant scientist could do nothing but wail as his tenderest areas were thoroughly blistered.After what felt like an eternity, the ruler stopped descending.Raizel allowed Frankenstein to stop crying before gently seating him on his lap. Frankenstein winced as his burning bottom made contact with his husband’s lap but did not protest, instead resting his head on Raizel’s chest.They stayed like that for a brief moment.Then-“That is enough respite, I feel. Go and pick the next chit, Frankenstein.”The game was far from over.
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In his long life, Frankenstein had faced countless unfavourable situations.Being arrested for no reason.Facing scrutiny for being different from the others, a progressive thinker.Humiliating losses in battle.But all those adversities seemed to pale in comparison to the current predicament he was in.The second chit had sealed his fate.He was to lie on the bed in the mortifying diaper position, his cheeks spread as…as his tenderest area was disciplined to his master’s content.His heart pounded as he lay tense on the bed, seeing Raizel gracefully approach with a thin cane in his right hand. Frankenstein hoped to see mercy in those beautiful crimson eyes.Instead, there was only determination.Determination to correct his beloved.Frankenstein squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his legs being lifted by one Raizel’s strong hands, until his bottom was high in the air.“Eyes open, Frankenstein.” Raizel gently chided. “You do not get to hide from the consequences of your actions.”Frankenstein obeyed reluctantly, trying to think of anything except the current situation he was in.But all he could think of was his remorse, and how Russian Roulette was truly a vile game.Seriously, who had invented this blasted game anyway? The whole concept was so stupid.Raizel let out a small chuckle as he read his husband’s pouty thoughts, before focusing once again on the task at hand.“Keep yourself in this position, Frankenstein,” he ordered. “And spread your cheeks.”Frankenstein let out an embarrassed whimper as he obeyed, blushing furiously as his hole was on full display for his master to see.His master had seen his tenderest areas earlier, of course, but that was always during intimate moments. During punishments, having his master see him this way filled Frankenstein with shame.Raizel slowly raised the cane, before gently placing its tip across Frankenstein’s gaping entrance. Frankenstein shuddered, forcing himself to maintain position.“Three strokes.” Raizel said simply. “Count.”With that, he brought down the cane sharply across his hole.White-hot pain seared across the area, eliciting a strangled howl from Frankenstein.“O-One, sir!” He somehow managed to sputter out, his hands trembling as he forced his cheeks open.Raizel paused for a moment, his crimson eyes gazing softly at the trembling man before him.“…I will not lose you, Frankenstein. You scared me, so much.”With those words, Raizel brought down the cane again.“AHHH!”Frankenstein howled in agony as the earlier pain reignited, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain in Frankenstein’s heart.“TWOO! I am so, so sorry, Raizel!”“I know.”CRACK-!The third stroke had Frankenstein sobbing once again, his mind cloudy with pain and submission.“…Three.” Raizel counted softly for him, ending the second punishment.Raizel set down the cane on the bed, sitting next to his agonized husband as he gently began to stroke his heaving chest.Frankenstein let himself be lulled by Raizel’s soft ministrations, his sobs eventually fading into hitched, shaky breaths.When he had calmed down, Raizel pulled him into a deep, lingering kiss before pulling apart.“One more chit left to go, my love. And then, this game will be over.”
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The final chit’s sentence had seemed like a blessing compared to the others.All Frankenstein had to do was endure a simple spanking with the hand, over his master’s knee.Surely this would be easier to endure than the other punishments, since there was no implement involved.Two minutes in the punishment, and Frankenstein realized just how very wrong he was.Somehow, his master’s hand was causing him far more pain than any implement.“M-master, owww-!” Frankenstein yelped as he bounced around Raizel’s lap, each spank sending his jostling around. “Please, I’m so sorry!”“This is the last punishment, my love.” Raizel reminded him. “Endure it well, and we will put this far behind us.”Frankenstein nodded helplessly. There wasn’t much he could do instead.The next few minutes were filled with nothing but the sound of Raizel’s palm descending onto the punished flesh, and Frankenstein’s whimpers and howls.And soon…It was over.Finally, it was over.Frankenstein was a complete mess, his pride and backside thoroughly blistered.But it was finally over.Raizel did not wait for him to calm down this time. The moment he had stopped the punishment, he lifted Frankenstein from his lap and cradled him tightly, allowing him to sob into his pristine shirt.“I-I’m sorry. Master. I-““Hush, my heart.” Raizel silenced him with a tender kiss to the forehead.“All is forgiven. You have learnt your lesson, and there is no need for further apologies.”Frankenstein nodded, his heart strangely warm despite the burning, throbbing ache in his backside.He was so fortunate to have someone like Raizel. A man who would not hesitate to care for him, to ensure he never wavered from the right path.“And I am fortunate to have you in my life, my reckless, genius fool.”As he lay curled up beside Raizel a few moments later, a final thought crept into his mind before he drifted off into sleep.He would never play such dangerous games again.