Sinful Sunday: She came upon a midnight clear

For a while Arethusa and I were enthusiastic about impact play outdoors in the wee small hours of night. 

It was quiet and mysterious. It was romantic. 

And, because Arethusa knew she couldn’t help crying out, and she underestimated how far away the nearest neighbours actually were, it was humiliating. 

Humiliation is a complex submissive pleasure, and not all submissives like it. 

But Arethusa felt that it helped carry her into a world where she was small and utterly submissive, and at the same time paradoxically safe. So I learned to give it.    

This midnight-ish paddling, over a trestle, wasn’t punishment. It was purely sexual. 

And, I suppose, it was scientific, at least on my part. I’d just made a wooden paddle, and I wanted to see if it, well, worked. 

Wicked Wednesday: In the Realm of the Sensei 13

But the next day one of his students, a girl called Yua, had again failed to do her homework. She stood beside her desk to tell him that she’d made a parcel of it, and on the bus one man had bumped her and when she dropped her homework another man, a black man, had stolen it and run from the bus. She was a pretty girl, a little older than Asuka, maybe nineteen, and she wasn’t stupid. But she’d clearly decided she could coast through school, and that Seamus was the teacher most likely to accept no work at all.

Seamus looked at her. It was known that he didn’t cane his students. He told her to come to the front of the class, carrying her chair. Yua did so, suspicious but not too alarmed. She didn’t expect him to punish her.

But he said, “Yua, I’ve had enough stupid excuses from you.” He paused, and spoke the truth. “It’s not just that you’re lazy and not doing your work. It’s that your excuses are so stupid. It’s insulting.”

He took out Mr Amida’s cane, and her gasp was lost in a collective in-take of breath from the entire class. She said, “Oh.” Then, when she’d recovered from her surprise she put her hands together and crouched in front of him. “Sir. O’Grady-Sensei! I’m so sorry. I’ll do extra work. Please don’t punish me!”

He considered asking her to say that in English, but he knew she couldn’t, simple though it was. “Yua, turn your chair so the back faces the class. Then bend over the back, head right down. Put your hands on the further edge of the seat, and don’t move until I say you can.”

She snuffled, tears already flowing, and obeyed. Yua was a woman, not a girl, and if Seamus had stopped to admire her, he’d have found her an attractive sight displayed in that position.

But he faced the class instead, and held up the cane.

“Many of you expected that I wouldn’t need to use this. I thought so too. But it’s in use, in my classes, from now on. For that you can blame this girl.”

He lined up Mr Amida’s cane on the lower slopes of Yua’s uniform, trying not to admire her soft, bare thighs, and delivered a stroke across her bottom, close to the most rounded area. Just that single evening with Asuka had improved his aim. Yua yelped, but held her position. He was caning over her skirt, so he’d have to imagine the stripe forming.

Seamus made the next stroke harder, and Yua began to wail, her face a mask of sorrow. Seamus glared at the class then. If she was going to be theatrical, then so would he be. They were utterly silent, watching Yua intently. No one seemed to feel much sympathy. She really should have come up with better excuses.

He gave the girl one more stroke, this one just below the uniform hem, on pantied, rounded skin, just above her thighs. There was a murmur from the class. They could see that stripe rising and reddening as they watched. It obviously hurt Yua, but otherwise it made very little difference to her. She was already wailing, and she had nothing more to give.

Seamus reached for the girl’s ear and pulled her about halfway upright. He snapped, “Be quiet now, Yua, or I’ll give you the same again.” Her wails stopped as if she’d turned off a tap. When she stood upright the three stripes disappeared. He considered making her raise the skirt, but decided against it.This wasn’t going to turn into something sexual. He hoped.

“Yua, you’re a silly girl. You’re to go and stand in the corner there. Nose to the corner, hands on head for the rest of this lesson. When class is dismissed, you can come and tell me you’re sorry.”

She looked at him, hands on head, for one last time before facing the wall. She was smiling. As if she’d done something clever. As if triumphantly. Then her mouth pursed into a kiss, and Seamus understood that he was wrong. This was about sex. Very much so.

Masturbation Monday: The Ojastara Tales: The Dream 4

Ojastara swallowed Hylas’s come, and smiled. “That was lovely, little student.” She took the cane back from Hylas’s listless hand. He seemed drained, as in a way he was. “Now you’re going to fuck me.”

Hylas looked at her and then, reflexively, down at his cock, slick with saliva and traces of his own come, but shrunken. Ojastara took that wet cock in her left hand, and used the cane to strike the inside of his left thigh. Then she did the same on his right thigh, and then repeated the dose. The cock in her hand was awakening, slowly starting to fill with blood again, and expand.

“I’m going to have to tell Phyrne about this, aren’t I? So she knows how to get you hard.” She struck him twice more, now stroking the shaft of his cock. He was fully erect in her hand. Hard.

She smiled again. “You’re going to fuck me twice, Hylas. The first time, you’re going to do it the way you want. What comes naturally to you. Understood?”

“Yes, Ojastara.”

The cane whizzed in the air and struck his hip. “I think you’ll go back to calling me Teacher, for now. Now, is that understood?”

“Yes, Teacher.”

“That’s better. After you’ve put more of your lovely come in me, I’m going to explain all the things you did wrong, for pleasing a woman, and then you’re going to fuck me again, properly. By the way, how do you expect that I’ll point out your mistakes, Hylas?”

He blushed. He was seen, and he knew it. “With the cane, Teacher. And that will make me hard enough to fuck you again.”

“Clever, darling boy.” She leaned forward, her face just a hand’s width from his. “Kiss me.”

Hylas put his hand on the back of her head, and leaned up and kissed her, his mouth to hers. There was fear in his eyes. He opened his mouth and she explored him, his teeth, his tongue, with hers. He sighed, pleasured, and closed his eyes. At last, after a blissful eternity, at least, had passed, Ojastara slapped his cheek lightly.

“Now get up, boy. We’re going to start your lessons with me lying on my back, and you mounting me. It won’t always be that way, not even with Phyrne, but it’s a place to start.” Ojastara, beautiful, and blacker than jet, lay herself down on his bed, on her back, thighs parted, knees up.

Hylas stared at Ojastara’s cunt. His eyes were getting used to the darkness, but that cunt seemed to glow faintly, as if lit by some internal fire. What was this woman? 

He put his knees between hers, cock erect and hneedy. But first he lowered himself and kissed that cunt again. Almost as worship.

Wicked Wednesday: In the Realm of the Sensei 12

When Seamus got home it was about eleven and he was still drunker than he was comfortable with. Asuka met him at the door, kneeling naked with a cane in her hand, and another on the floor beside her. The one on the floor had a bow, and a card that said, “For School Use”. “That’s so you can give the other one back”, she said. “But this one,” she passed him the cane in her hand, “Is for me. To you to use on me. Here, at home.” He looked at it, dumbfounded: it was thickish bamboo, about the length of his arm.

While he did that Asuka busied herself with his pants and took his soft cock into her mouth. He’d thought he’d be too drunk to achieve an erection, but Asuka was skilled and enthusiastic and, his desire roused, he used the cane vertically on her bottom while she served him.

But when he was confident his erection was going to last, he pulled her up by her hair, turned her, smacked her bottom and drove her in front of him to the bedroom. He pushed her back onto the bed, and crawled up toward her until he had a hand on each thigh, and pushed them wide. He kissed her just above her little furred patch.

When she was wriggling, delighted, he lowered his face and began to pleasure her with his lips and tongue, getting his greedily wet while she closed her hands into fists and her back arched.

Even so, she took a long time to come, letting small pleasure sounds escape while she held her orgasm off. At last Seamus thrust two fingers into her, to stroke upwards at spongy flesh, and focused his tongue, for the first time on her tiny, hard clitoris, and she raised her thighs higher and cried out once, in what he guessed she thought was an unladylike manner, and let her body sink back to the bed while she sighed happily.

Her gift of the cane, the rod for her own back, changed the nature of their relationship, of course. Especially since Asuka was proud of the marks he left and liked to skip though his apartment naked, so she could catch glimpses of herself in the mirror. He liked that a lot, having a naked, pretty, happy girl about the house, and her joy was infectious.

He found that the cane made her sexually more urgent and passionate and he had to acknowledge that wielding it had the same effect on him. And, oddly since she enjoyed her “punishments”, her attention to schoolwork – particularly Maths – did improve.

Masturbation Monday: The Ojastara Tales: The Dream 3

Hylas stared at his Teacher, a woman darker than the night, whose body shone as something blacker than the blackness of the air in his room. But he could see her her eyes and her teeth, that told him she was looking back at him. She was smiling.

She said, “Did you like your first lesson?” 

“Yes, Teacher.”

“Oh, you can call me Ojastara from now on. A little liberty for you. And you’ll enjoy your next lesson even better. Lie back.”

“Teach – Ojastara?”

She pushed him onto his back. She was, it seemed, immensely strong, though she was being gentle with him. Then she crawled forward, and he felt her knees between his. It was, in a way, like being stalked like a big cat, and then he lost all thoughts when he felt her lips on his inner thigh, just inches from his cock, which jutted up, at a right angle to his body.

She kissed his belly then, just a little. Maddeningly close to his cock, but not quite touching. He grunted. Ojastara crawled further so that her face hung in the air, just inches from his. “Do you know you want?”

He nodded, vigorous, heartfelt. “Yesss. Oh yes. Please.” 

“Well, you have to take it, now. Don’t be so afraid of me. Take my hair in your hand, and push my head down, to where you want it. Who are these lessons for?”

“You’re teaching me to please Phyrne. So they’re more for her than for me.”

“Clever boy. And you need to use a little force, without forcing her to do something she doesn’t want. It’s not about being a bully; it’s about showing her you need her. She wants to know that. But she’d like to know you want her. Want her hard, with passion. She’d like to feel you needing her. Take the cane.” 


“If you keep questioning me, boy, I will cane you. And we’ll abandon this lesson for something you’ll find less pleasant. But I want you take the back of my head, and push me onto you. And if I don’t please you, in any way, you’re to strike me with that cane.”

“You mean, I should do that with Phyrne?”

“No. What we do isn’t quite what you two will do. But you should have the experience of being in charge. Take the cane.”

This time he didn’t protest or question. He took the thin bamboo length in his hand. He knew that it was capable of delivering a fast and sharp correction. And once it was in his hand, it was like a badge of office. 

He struck her twice, reaching down her body so it landed on the balled muscles of her buttocks. He was going to ask her if he’d hurt her, when she sighed. “Nearly. Harder, boy.” 

He struck her another six times, steadily getting more daring and increasing the force. He only stopped when he couldn’t wait another second, and pressed her head down, onto his cock. She opened her mouth and took him in, her mouth the softest, warmest, lushly wet place it had ever been.

He groaned with the unutterable pleasure of it, and pushed her head down harder, and thrust up at her.  

She lifted her head and said, “You’re learning.” 

But he pushed her head back down, filling her so she couldn’t speak. And he thrashed her, hard, with the cane, while she made a warm catlike sound in her throat, and devoted herself to his pleasure.

And, too soon, though it had perhaps been a long time in objective time, he grunted again, and then gasped and cried out his joy as he reached his climax, and flooded her throat. It was the first time he had come in the body of a woman. She stayed with him, licking and sometimes kissing while he softened slowly in her mouth.

He had the odd urge to ask if he’d pleasured her. Logic told him that she’d pleasured him. But … this seemed not to be an arena where logic mattered. 

Sinful Sunday: Time out

Arethusa, well spanked. Waiting for Part 2 of her punishment. Holding the implement that’s going to deliver that second, more painful, part. Wearing socks anda  top because we were in the mountains, in autumn. But I love those pink socks. In fact I love all the pink in this pic. 

One of my rules was that misbehaviour that harmed herself or her interests automatically meant the cane. So when she failed to attend a doctor’s appointment because she was nervous about what she might learn, she knew she’d also sorted out how she was going to be spending her evening.

But as I’ve mentioned before, a caning was always followed by consolation. At the time I was seriously over-estimating the cane’s effectiveness as a deterrent. 

But we got her another appointment in ten days. This time I drove her, and waited.  


Wicked Wednesday: In the Realm of the Sensei 11

Asuka straightened up, and arched her back arms out above her shoulders and turned. She kissed him. “Seamus! You were my first! Up my chokucho. And it was wonderful! I wish you’d been first in my pussy and my mouth too. But I’m glad I saved something for you.” Then she giggled. “You got my arse!”

Seamus smiled. He liked her being happy, but when she was so happy that she was silly he suspected that in fact he loved her. “It’s a very nice arse. I’ll have it many times, from now on.”

“So you should!” Eventually she made Seamus sit cross-legged at the low, Japanese-style dinner table, while she warmed and served him sake, holding the little porcelain bottle between her breasts.

He generally preferred beer, but Asuka liked making a fuss, and she made a protracted act of service when she brought him warm sake. He was sure she enjoyed it, partly as a tradition and partly as theatre. After she’d served him she wanted to cuddle, but he smacked her bottom hard enough to re-awaken the pain of her caning

He pinched her nipple, half as a warning and half as teasing. “Dinner, Asuka. Now.”

She bowed and said, “Hai.” It felt odd. It seemed a very traditional, old-fashioned way to behave, but they both knew they were playing at it. For sexual reasons. As she turned away to obey, he smacked her bottom, one hard slap. She clutched her arse and giggled. Seamus shook his head.

Then he got up from the table and had a shower, changing into a robe and thick socks, becoming a salaryman at home. He was monarch, until he returned to work, of all he surveyed. Mostly he watched Asuka surreptitiously while she performed in the kitchen.

She made teriyaki, and watched over him while he ate. She had apparently decided that she didn’t deserve dinner. After he’d stopped eating she’d half-crawled, half-slithered towards him under the table.

She pushed him onto his back, gently, and pulled his robe away from his cock. She lowered her mouth onto it, and sucked him lazily, in no particular hurry. Seamus allowed her to please herself for a long time until he felt urgency again. He put his hand in her hair and grabbed. Then he pulled her down onto him, all the way until she choked and coughed and tried to come up.

He cuffed her face, gently, not to hurt her but to shock her, and she committed herself to serve him, working hard until he came in her mouth.

She swallowed his come, and continued sucking him, slowly and less urgently until he was soft again. 

Masturbation Monday: The Ojastara Tales: The Dream 2

The night was black, and yet the woman Hylas called “Teacher” was visible, a darker, intenser black. At this moment she lay naked on his bed, leaning back against his wall. Her right hand was at her side, lightly holding her length of bamboo. 

Hylas was hoding her thighs, and licking the lush, plumelike mound of his Teacher’s cunt. His buttocks buzzed warmly, as she used the cane, lightly, to indicate to him that he was licking too fast, or too slow.

Four vertical stripes of actual pain reminded him not to show any sign of distraction, or less than full effort. 

At last she moaned, and pressed a hand on the back of his head, pushing him deeper. His nose was in her, and wet. “Good boy. Now keep exactly this speed. Don’t speed up. And if you slacken you know how I’ll punish you.” 

Hylas said nothing. His lips and tongue were buried, busy, and even if he could speak there was nothing he could think of to say that didn’t seem ill-advised. So he followed his teacher’s instructions, his cock hard and pressed against his bed. 

He was an aristocrat, and not accustomed to doing as women say, let alone fearing one of them, but he had to admit that he was more aroused than he had ever been in his life before. He knew this lesson was being given him, for Phyrne’s benefit. When he passed these lessons on to her, he would perhaps be in charge again. 

Then the cane landed on his buttocks again, four more hard strokes, left then right. “Incentive,” his Teacher said.

Then she held his shoulders hard and began to move her hips underneath him, riding his mouth, using him for her pleasure. AIt was like being on a boat being buffeted by a storm. At last the woman wailed, loud as any storm, and then then sighed with deep satisfaction.

Her hand, now gripping his wet hair, now felt affectionate. She said, “Good boy, good boy. I knew you could learn.”

Eventually he looked up at her, and tried a compliment, as he knew a man should give a woman. “You taste as beautiful as you look.” 

He saw her teeth then. “A good first try, boy. And thank you. I believe you are right.” The hand that had been holding his hair patted his face, fondly. “Now, little man. Are you ready for another lesson?”

Hylas had to hold himself still, at that mention of more lessons. He was close to coming, but he knew that if he spurted before she’d given permission, he’d be punished very painfully indeed. Worse, he knew that that punishment would probably make him hard again. He didn’t want the pain (or did he?), or the humiliation of her discovering that. 

So he controlled himself and said, “Yes, my Teacher. Of course.”




Sinful Sunday: It’s corner time!

Corner time is a good time. For reflection on misdeeds (and schoolwork not done), and consideration of what Master will do about it. There’s a tawse in her near future, and she knows it. But there’s always comforting afterwards, so that’s not so bad. 

It’s also not a bad time for Masters. Arethusa looks so sweetly obedient. And a Master can always walk past while she’s waiting, and check out her arse. Are Masters sleazebags? Well, sometimes, when we’re lucky, and we’ve been good, we get to be.