At six Seamus and Asuka had walked together to Seamus’s apato, stopping only to buy the champagne that Asuka had promised to bring him. Seamus had had trouble keeping his hands off her, and Asuka had been charmingly excited at his side, sometimes skipping, sometimes laughing. But he didn’t want their relationship and its nature made too obvious to other people from work, or for that matter to strangers.

Once he closed the door Asuka turned and kissed him, on tiptoe, face upturned, her arms round his neck. At last he broke the kiss and set her back on her feet, and looked down at her. He wanted to look stern, but he couldn’t keep his grin off his face. This girl, as Chiaki had said, did have his heart. She said, “May I undress, Sensei?”

“Seamus,” said Seamus. “And not quite yet.”

“Please Sir” – she used the English word – “it doesn’t feel right, using your name. I want to address you respectfully. Even when you have your cock up my bottom.”

Seamus laughed. “All right. You may. I’ll call you dorei musume when I have my cock in you. Anywhere.” The words meant “slavegirl”, but musume was an affectionate word for girl, so it wasn’t a harsh term.

Asuka smiled. “Mmm. I’d like that. Sensei, may I take off my clothes?”

“Yes, musume.”

She smiled happily while she undid her shirt buttons. She liked her new name, or title. She dropped her skirt, and Seamus saw she’d been wearing nothing underneath. He raised his eyebrows. “Yes, Sensei. I put them in my purse. You could have had your fingers in me while we walked.”

He thought about that. “Probably good I didn’t know. We’d have shocked people. Musume -“

“Sensei?”

“I think we’ll start you with a spanking. You’ve been a good girl, all day, but you still need to be reminded of your place.”

She nodded. “Often, Sensei. I hope.”

“Good girl, musume. Now go to the bedroom, stand by my bed with your hands on your head, and I’ll be with you soon.”

He watched Asuka’s slender form walk into his room, and smiled when she put her hands on her head. He picked up Asuka’s champagne from where she’d left it on the floor when she’d turned to kiss him, and put it in the fridge. Then he checked the drawers. He’d inherited a collection of bamboo spoons and egg turners from the previous occupant. He rummaged through and selected the thickest and weightiest spoon.

Earlier that day Asuka had asked to be introduced into her new world with a hand spanking and he intended to comply with that request, but she’d need to feel something a little sharper if she misbehaved. He entered his bedroom. Asuka still had her back to him, hands on head. She didn’t move, though she must have heard him return.

He sat on the bed in front of her. He let her see the flat wooden spoon he brought as back up, then set it beside him, within easy reach. “Even good girls get spanked, musume. Naughty girls get spanked hard. So do horny girls if they ask nicely. Do you think you’ll ask for a hard spanking with an implement, once you’ve got used to my hand?”

“Sensei, I know that I’ll get that hard spanking whether I ask for it or not. But,” she frowned, thinking, “I think it’s very likely that I will beg you.”

“Clever girl. Put yourself over my knee now. Touch your fingers and toes to the floor.” Asuka bent herself forward, settling her lithe weight over his thighs, and reached downfor the tatami. “Good girl. Dorei musume. Now,” he rested his hand on her bottom, squeezed and patted, “arch this little butt up. It makes a better target, and it shows me that you want it, you know it, and you want me to know it.”

“Yes, Sensei. I know I do.” She arched for him, spectacularly, so her buttocks parted a little, presenting him with her little anal opening and her labial lips. He resisted the urge to stroke her. That could come later.

“And keep this position. Or…” He took the little bamboo paddle and laid it across her bottom, with no impact but pressing it into her soft flesh so she could feel its hardness.

“I’ll be good, Sensei. And I know that if I get cowardly, you’ll punish me harder. As you should.”

“Good dorei. We begin now.” He squeezed her, and rubbed her fondly, still avoiding the sensitive skin between her buttocks, and at last raised his hand. Asuka raised her hips a little further in anticipation, and when his hand landed on her left cheek with a loud clap she yelped very charmingly. He decided to hear that impact sound and that yelp again, and brought his hand down on her right. The room filled with the pitchless sound of hand on flesh, and the treble note of her sweet little yelp.

Under his hand she was very soft, not a muscled girl like girls he’d spanked in Birmingham. But there was something both sexy and endearing about that softness. She held her bottom up for him with admirable bravery. He began spanking her in earnest, a long series of firm smacks, that were certain to hurt her as she wanted, but not to challenge her too far.

Asuka took her spanking in relative silence for three minutes, broken by her occasional moan, grunt or yelp that told him he was reaching her. Her bottom was a beautiful pink. He was surprised by her courage; she was trying to be a good girl.

But that wasn’t quite his intension. He’d usually take a break at three minutes but instead he put his left hand down on the small of her back, holding her firmly down, and increased the force of his smacks. 

She began to move, her hips rising and falling, and her vocal noises became louder and more continuous. Seamus was now fully erect, and he knew she could feel him. There was something in this intimacy, their bodies reacting to each other and moving together, that was close to fucking. He continued for another two minutes while her movements become less controlled and her cries were loud, continuous and high. Her skin was now a bright red.

At the end of the sixth minute he stopped the spanking, and, still holding her firmly in place, stroked her sweet, slippery little pussy. She yowled far louder than she had in response to his spanks. He slipped to fingers into her, and his thumb into her anus.

Asuka howled, then tensed and howled again. She froze for a long second, then screamed and a second later dropped her entire weight onto his thighs. She gasped, undulating over his lap relaxed but still driven by pleasure.

Seamus knew she had more orgasm to give, but he moved his hand from her pussy and held it to her mouth, so she could taste herself when she sucked his fingers. He patted and squeezed her – how did she get so red and so hot? – while she sucked diligently. At last she said, “Oooh!”

He smiled, supremely happy. He guessed she was too. He said, “Oooh what, musume koishīo?” [Darling girl.]

Asuka turned, on his lap, twisting her back to look up at him. She was as happy as he’d hoped. “Oooh, Sensei, I’ve made a lot of boys come, with my mouth. But, do you know, that’s the first time a man has ever made me come?”

He smiled. “I didn’t. It makes me happy. And proud. Thank you!”

“And you haven’t even had your cock in me yet!”

“Heh.” Seamus agreed that it was time to remedy that. “Little dorei, you know where I’m going to fuck you first?”

“I thought it would be my kitten. But that’s not where, is it?”

Seamus took his finger out of her mouth and caressed Asuka’s face. Her cheeks were wet, he realised. Either the spanking or the orgasm had made her cry. “Close, little dorei.”

She laughed. She was unafraid. “You want us to be different. From the very start. Sensei, that is your choice.”

He smacked her bottom again. “In the fridge you’ll find almond oil. It’s useful for more than cooking. Fetch it.”

Asuka clambered off his knee. She made a formal bow, then knelt and kissed his feet. He felt a wave of affection, and a moment of hesitation before he committed. “Go,” he said.

“Yes, Sensei,” she said happily. She went.

Yua stepped further back till her well-striped bottom touched the wall. She put her hands on her head without waiting for Seamus to order her. The motion raised her breasts. She looked beautiful, naked below her waist and vulnerable. He smiled at her to show he’d meant it when he’d told her she was a good girl.

Chiaki stood near the desk. She squirmed a little, her thighs pressed together, though he couldn’t guess whether this was from fear or desire, or if she was playing with him, trying to divert his lust away from Asuka. Asuka was still on her knees in front of him, her mouth working his cock, her eyes on his. He looked at Chiaki as he pressed his hand to the top of Asuka’s bobbing head and thrust gently into her, and she slowed to take him in time with his movements.

Asuka was a very skilled little virgin, and she was trying her hardest to please. He held her still, looking at Chiaki, who stood naked, with sweet little breasts, a tummy that was clearly perfect for lying upon, and her slightly plump thighs. She stared back at him, then down at the back of Asuka’s head. She wanted him to know that she could do that every bit as well, if he’d only think to ask her.

“Chiaki,” he said. “I’m not going to cane you.”

“Oh, Sensei. No?” She was disappointed, and wanted him to know it.

“No. Get up on the desk, Chiaki. On your back.”

She raised her brows. What did this mean? But she only said, “Yes, Sensei.” She stood in front of the desk, lowered her bottom to the edge, and leaned back. She spread her legs and raised her thighs, so her pussy and her little hole were presented to him.

“Good girl. Now keep your legs well apart, and hold your knees with each hand. I’m going to spank you, and if you let go … I’ll take the tawse to you.” He didn’t actually have a tawse, but he’d read that it was heavier, more searching when it landed, and more painful than the cane. He assumed that his predecessor would have had one, and that Chiaki would have made sure she tasted it.

Chiaki had to pant a little as she assumed that position. Then, thoroughly open and exposed to him, she said, “Yes, Sensei.”

Seamus took a handful of Asuka’s hair to keep her still, and pressed forward with his cock until he was deep in her throat. He counted forty-five seconds before she began to try to suck in breath, and cough when she found she couldn’t. He gave her another fifteen seconds, then withdrew from her mouth. She gasped for breath. His cock regretted the loss of her warm, wet suction.

“Asuka, little one, you’ve been a perfect girl, not like these two little brats. Now get up on your feet.” He helped her rise and kissed her mouth. She looked radiantly happy.

“Now, while I’m spanking Chiaki, I want you to watch carefully to make sure she keeps still. If she moves, you’re to say, ‘Yua’.”

“Yes, Sensei,” Asuka said, puzzled.

“Yua, take the cane now. If Asuka calls your name during Chiaki’s spanking, you’re to lay two hard strokes across Chiaki’s breasts. Understood?”

Yua looked shocked. That was something new in her experience. Then she smiled. That could be fun. “Yes, Sensei. I will. Chiaki is such a bad girl.” She picked up the cane and stood at Chiaki’s side. “May I, Sensei?” He signalled assent with his eyes and she laid the cane across Chiaki’s nipples, and nodded. “I will strike hard, Chiaki. Sensei.”

Chiaki seemed untroubled by this threat. She opened her thighs a little wider. Seamus stood before her and raised his hand. He smacked her sweet, wet pussy with his hand. Chiaki said nothing, and kept still. He smacked her again, then began to spank her, his hand sometimes landing on her lips, sometimes just on her clitoris.

Then he stroked her, and she couldn’t help writhing in pleasure. Asuka said, “Yua.” Yua raised the cane and struck Chiaki’s round breasts. Soft, golden flesh shook under the impact, and when the cane was raised again there was already a red stripe across both breasts. The cane landed a second time, and as the second stripe formed Chiaki was, remarkably, absolutely still. She didn’t even gasp in pain.

Seamus resumed her spanking, the blows harder than before. He kept the smacks coming, landing on soft lips that were more than wet; she was flowing. The spanking continued, until he’d long ago lost count of how many spanks she’d had, or even how many minutes he’d spent on this spanking.

At last Chiaki moaned, and moved sensuously. Asuka said, “Yua”, and she took two more strokes across her plump pale-gold breasts. But she couldn’t keep still any longer and continued to squirm, moaning, her orgasm ready to overwhelm her. Asuka said, “Yua” again, and Chiaki took two more strokes. 

Yua was not holding back, and as Seamus smacked her even harder she suddenly froze, then screamed, and the room rang with the sounds of her pleasure. She squirted, soaking the floor below her pussy. She moaned again, then lay back, her legs still spread but now flopped to the floor, her head fallen back.

Seamus patted Chiaki’s reddened, swollen, soaking pussy, and Chiaki raised her head to look up at him. “Thank you, Sensei.”

“You’re a good girl. And sometime tonight you’re going to watch Yua get six of the best across her breasts. Would you like that?” 

“Yes, Sensei! She called me a bad girl, but she’s much worse.” 

Yua raised her eyebrows at this calumny. But she said, “Yes, Sensei. It seems only fair.”

“Good. Back in your place, Asuka.”

Asuka bent over and kissed his cock, jutting erect from his pants, and knelt to envelop it in her soft mouth. He looked at the two punished girls. “Asuka is coming home with me after work. She has work to do and lessons to learn. But if you two arrive at exactly ten tonight, I’ll let you in. Now wait for me.” 

He thrust harder, fucking Asuka’s throat forcefully and without mercy. She kept up with him, or nearly, and looked searchingly, beseechingly, into his eyes. He put his hands on her head and began to move her to meet his thrusts. At last he groaned, and then roared like a bull, or bear, and came in her. She stayed at her place, swallowing and sucking, and when at last he was silent, sated and still she kept at her task, cleaning him with her mouth.

“Asuka, you’re a good girl. You two, when you next see her she won’t be a virgin any more. Not any kind of virgin.”

Yua nodded. That was natural. Chiaki seemed more surprised. He stroked Auska’s head and neck fondly. “Asuka, I’ve got another class this afternoon, so I want you to wait for me in my office.”

Chiaki, still naked, with cane stripes across her breasts and bottom, said to her, “I’m glad the Sensei is looking after you, little sister. I think you have his heart.” 

Seamus helped Asuka to her feet and kissed her. She tasted of him. He looked at Yua and Chiaki. “Off you go, you two. Get dressed, and go back to work. We’ll see you tonight at ten.”

Asuka said, “I’ll be in your office, Sensei. Just for you. Waiting for you to come and take me home.” He smiled at her, drew her close and hugged her, smacking her little bottom fondly.