Asuka approached Seamus with the almond oil held out for him between her breasts. She knelt, though he hadn’t had to tell her to do so, and offered it to him with both hands.
Seamus took the little pottle and told her, “Good girl. That’s good behaviour.” She lowered herself further, her head nearly to the floor.
She looked up at him, expectant. The next move had to be his. So he said, “Get over my knees, little dorei. As if you were about to get another spanking. Legs apart. Now.”
“Yes, Sensei.” She smiled: that was a good command. She crawled to his side and draped herself onto his thighs. Seamus patted her bottom in welcome. She made a happy sound and wriggled to show this was good too. Then he stroked her between her upper thighs, letting her wait and anticipate attention to more sensitive areas. At last he touched her lips and she breathed out: “Haaar”. He hadn’t realised she’d been holding her breath.
He stroked more and her body tensed. Then he took two fingers coated in the oil, and slid one finger into her anus. She said, “Ooh.” It was a new sensation, and she wasn’t sure if she liked or disliked it. Seamus said, with a touch of sternness in his voice, “Relax your muscle, little one.”
He slipped in the second finger, and then pushed his two lubricated fingers deeper into her. Eventually she responded, with a rise and fall of her hips. There was something there in it for her. He withdrew his fingers, after a time and replaced them with the thumb of his other hand, stroking her pussy while he collected more oil on his fingers.
He put both fingers back into her and she relaxed, her head down, her legs spread but relaxed. He continued to use his fingers in her, pumping in her as (she must be aware) his cock would when he took her.
He continued, letting time pass, and eventually Asuka said, “Sensei!” She was confessing something; she sounded as if she were guiltily aware of being bad.
He made an interrogative sound, fingers still pumping in her.
“Sensei, I‘m going to come!” She was alarmed; she was sure that this was not permitted.
He brought his other hand down and smacked her lower bottom. “Then come for your Sensei, little dorei. You’re still being a good girl.”
Asuka raised her head and her thighs parted wider, her muscles no longer relaxed at all. She wailed and her bottom rose to take his fingers deeper into her, and his hand followed her down as she plunged, his fingers as deep as his hand allowed while she writhed and rose and fell. She wailed again, then she was silent for a second.
At last, some sort of pleasure dam having broken, she screamed, bawling uninhibitedly like a very upset baby. “Oh Sensei, oh Sensei.” Asuka fought for breath. Her hands clasped and stroked his calves and shins under her. She said it again, then a relaxed exhalation: “Aaaah.”
Seamus smacked her bottom again, then again. “I think you may enjoy my cock, then.”
“It’s a lot bigger than your two fingers. I’ve had your cock in my mouth. So you can’t fool me.”
Seamus laughed. “Stay in position, little one. You need more oil. You have to be very slippery. Then, if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you coat my cock so it’s properly slippery too.”
“I’ll cook you supper with that oil.”
Seamus thought about that. It probably wasn’t perfectly hygienic, But… “Yes, you can.” He thought he had more almond oil in the cupboard, and he could make a switch. The symbolism was right. He poured more oil from the pottle into the crevice between her buttocks, and pressed more into her anus.
After a time he felt he’d reached some level of saturation. He smacked her bottom again. She barely reacted, though it had been hard enough to redden her skin. “Good girl. You can get up now.”
She raised herself from his lap, grunting like an old, stiff lady. She turned and kissed him, so he put his arms round her, stroking down her back, cupping her warm bottom, his fingers pressing but not entering her anus, because he was confident that she’d find that tantalising.
She did. “Are you going to fuck me, Sensei? In my bottom? Soon?”
So he smacked her again, hard. She didn’t mind; all touch was good. “Yes, we begin now. Why am I going to fuck your ass first?”
“Because you want to take me from my inside. And you want me to know that I’m completely yours. That I can’t hold anything back.”
“That’s good. And it’s true, little dorei musume. Is that what you want?”
“Sensei? Fuck, yes. Fuck me. I want your cock up me. So we both know I don’t even have anything to hold back. I’m just yours.”
“I think I’m yours. Certainly I’m your Sensei: that’s a way of being yours. But I have to admit it feels like more than that. Sorry: I mean I’m yours, Asuka.”
“I know.” She put her arms round her possession, stood on tiptoes and kissed him.
He smacked her bottom again, to make certain things clear, though he knew she was right. Still, there’s more than one way to be hers. “Bend over,” he said. “Legs apart, hands on your knees.”
