Seamus followed Asuka as she crawled naked into the storeroom, but despite Asuka’s beauty he was watching the two girls, Yua and Chiaki, for their reaction as they saw Asuka’s entry, her conduct and her condition.

Their eyes widened and mouths opened as he’d hoped. Yua murmured, “Sensei,” impressed.

In Birmingham Seamus had spanked girls, politely and at their request, but this was far more emotionally and sexually heightened.

He was irrevocably committed to being the Sensei they wanted, ever since he’d caned Chiaki, not half an hour ago. So although he was new to this he knew what these girls wanted from him. One thing was that it was more important that he kept the initiative than that he was always fair.

He snapped at Yua, “I didn’t give you permission to speak, Yua. That’s two extra strokes you’ve just earned.”

Yua stared at him, still surprised by his transformation from the careful man whose apato the three of them had invaded just the night before. She nodded and looked down at her shoes. She knew she had considerable power in this little room, but she gained more by appearing to have none.

He picked up the cane from where Yua had put it on the desk. Asuka crawled past to kneel in front of him, but for now he ignored her. “Take those at shorts off, Yua. You won’t be needing them for a while. You’ll find that I cane you/ not your clothes.”

Yua looked at him, warily. “Just the shorts off, Sensei? Not everything?”

“You were told about speaking, Yua. That’s another four strokes. If you can manage to do as you’re told, and only what you’re told from now on, then you won’t earn any more.”

Yua nodded. She thought speaking might be unwise. “That’s better. Now, we’ll deal with your extra strokes first. So take those shorts down to your ankles and step out of them. Put them on the desk. Then hold out your left hand.”

Yua stripped her shorts down to her ankles and stepped out of them, folding them and placing them on the desk. She put her hands to the sides of her thong and looked questioningly at him, expecting to be told to strip them down too. When Seamus remained silent and impassive she abandoned that project and turned to face him, her arm raised to the side, palm upwards.

“No, stupid girl. You hold your hand out towards me. Straight out, palm upwards, now!”

Yua obeyed silently, and looked up at him. She seemed surprised. Seamus guessed that she wasn’t surprised to find herself about to be punished on her hands, but that she was still wearing her thongs and a shirt while it happened.

He flexed the cane in his hands, since both Yua and Chiaki were watching him. But he wasn’t sure he should apply it to Yua’s hand. He’d just delivered the first caning of his career as a – whatever he was becoming; their Sensei, he supposed – and he’d been confident that though it seemed to have stung properly, it hadn’t done Chiaki’s bottom and thighs any harm. But he wasn’t so sure a hard implement would be safe on a girl’s hand;he was inexperienced and there were many delicate bones to consider.

Asuka still knelt before him, expecting to be told to pleasure him. He looked down at her as she knelt with her hands on the back of her hips, sweet little breasts a-tremble, thighs open, hoping for an order. “Asuka, take my belt off and hand it to me.”

Asuka nodded. She wasn’t sure she had permission to speak, and she probably feared physical discipline a little more than Yua or Chiaki. She reached up to undo his belt, using her hands only to deal with the buckle, then put her hands onto Seamus’s shoes and used her teeth to pull it free from his belt loops.

She held it in her mouth and looked up at him. He reached for her mouth and inserting his fingers and thumb into her. She licked him, catlike, then sucked on his thumb, bobbing her head. He looked down at the centre parting on her long black hair. He was erect, and uncomfortable in his work trousers.

“You know what to do while I’m punishing Yua, Asuka.”

She nodded and took the zip’s pull tab between her teeth and drew it down. He helped her remove his cock from his underpants and tucked in shirt-ends, and let her kiss him welcome and then take him deep. She was so warm and wet, and sweet, and he sighed with the pleasure of it. He pressed her head hard against him, holding her until she coughed and withdrew a little.

He smacked her cheek, more as a warning than as a real punishment, and pushed her head tight against him again. She moved her hands up, as if defensively then thought about that and rested them on her buttocks. She sucked hard, taking him as deep as she could. She wanted to show she could please.

He stroked her hair fondly, then turned his attention to Yua, still waiting for punishment with her hand held out. She watched him, apparently awed as he raised his belt.