Seamus heard knocking on his door at exactly ten o’clock. Yua and Chiaki had presumably been waiting outside until it was exactly on time. He wondered how long they’d been here, and what they’d heard. He decided it didn’t matter. 

As Seamus approached the door Asuka, who’d been standing facing the wall opposite the door, hands on her head, immediately dived as he’d told her, touching her toes and displaying herself. Seamus opened the door.

He knew there was something like a one in a million chance that the knock had been made by a neighbour come to borrow something, or by some other stranger. Anyone might see her naked, submissive and freshly whipped. He knew Asuka would be thinking the same, and feeling still more deliciously humiliated. 

He opened the door, and of course it was Yua and Chiaki waiting politely outside. They both wore short, tight business skirts, with the tails of their white shirts pulled up and tied so that they showed a lot of their bellies. Seamus said, “Welcome, Yua, welcome Chiaki. Come on in.” But they were already staring, mouths open, at Asuka’s thrashed, crimson bottom and her abjectly submissive display.

Then Yua smiled at him. “You’ve spent your time well, I see. Both of you.” She stepped forward, her feet between his, and wordlessly demanded to be held. So Seamus put his arms around her and she embraced him. She looked up at him, eyebrows up, expecting to be kissed. He obliged. Eventually they stepped apart and she said, “I hope you still have the energy for us, now.”

Chiaki had entered and dropped to her knees beside Asuka, so their heads were close together. “My lovely imouto (little sister), you’re not a little virgin any more, are you?”

Seamus said, “You can speak, Asuka.” He hadn’t forbidden her to speak, but it occurred to him that she’d like the thought that she needed permission.

Asuka said, “I’m a woman. Even up my arse. So I’m your ane (older sister) now.”

“Oh, I’m so happy for you! It was good?”

Asuka nodded, eyes sparkling, like a child asked if she wanted ice cream. Seamus said, “Asuka, you can get up now,. Take Chiaki and serve the sake.”

“Yes, Sensei.” As Asuka walked to the kitchen Chiaki smacked her bottom. Asuka straightened briefly and yelped: she was sensitive there. Chiaki turned and checked to be sure Seamus had noticed. She expected to pay for that later. The two girls talked and laughed in the kitchen, gently warming the sake before pouring.

Seamus smacked Yua, who surely wanted her skin to be as sensitive as Asuka’s was just then. “Undress, Yua. Everything. And if you’re a good girl then I may have just a little energy left.”

Yua said, “Then I shall be a very good girl, Sensei.” She undid the tied shirttails and unbuttoned quickly. She took off the shirt and dropped it at his feet. She had small, round and very pretty breasts, She paused, letting him admire her, then put her thumbs into the little skirt and pushed it over her hips, letting it fall to her feet

Instead of the thing she’d worn that afternoon she’d put on white cotton panties, with her cane stripes escaping the material enticingly at its lower slopes. Then she very slowly pealed them down. Just before her pussy emerged she turned, letting him admire her sweetly striped and slimly feminine bottom. Then she bent forward to let the panties fall to her feet.

Seamus watched, amused but aware that she was having the effect she’d intended. He didn’t let her rise, but put his hands on her hips and thrust his cock, now hard and upright, into her anus, less gentle than he’d been with Asuka. Yua drew in her breath, then exhaled. He wasn’t sure if this had been her preference, but as he began to thrust in her, taking her firmly and fast, it was clear she was happy with his choice.

Chiaki and Asuka approached with sake. He took his and said, “None for Yua.” He smacked her bottom with his left hand, his right raising the cup to his mouth. Something about the change in the sounds she made when he’d smacked her made him spank her again, then again, harder each time. He called Asuka to take the cup and stand beside him, while he gave all his attention to Yua. Yua was yowling now, as he spanked and fucked her. 

He didn’t quicken his pace, or slow down, so she could move with him. He made his blows harder still now he wasn’t encumbered with the cup. At last Yua’s breath caught, and she stopped suddenly so he thrust deeper into her, and then struck her harder. She wailed, and began to move again, frenziedly fast, squealing with a sort of joy. Then she screamed and seemed about to collapse and fall forward, so he had to hold her hips firmly to keep his cock inside her. She slowed her movements, and eventually came to a stop, still panting. “Oh, thank you, Sensei.”

Seamus wanted to come in her then, but he decided it might be wiser to save it. He had responsibilities this night.He slowly withdrew his cock from Yua’s tight opening, and as it emerged Asuka gave his cup to Chiaki, standing next to her, and dashed to the kitchen. She returned with a warm wet cloth.  

Asuka washed him. Yua turned and watched her work. Chiaki laughed. “Yua was going to do that. With her mouth.”

I looked at Yua. “That true, Yua? It’s not very hygienic.”

“It is true, Sensei. I like to do it. It feels right.”

“Well, so long as I emerge clean, at least to my eyes, then I’ll let you. Next time.” 

It struck Seamus that this was a slightly odd conversation, and that giving lordly but grudging permission for her to perform that act on him was faintly absurd. But she was pleased to have his permission, so he said, “Then take my cock in your mouth now. Chiaki, bring Yua’s sake.”

Yua smiled, pleased. She took him deeply into her mouth, barely moving except to stroke him with her tongue once she’d enveloped him. He held her tighter, then released her when she gasped for air. Chiaki chose her moment, took the sake in her own mouth and kissed it into Yua’s. 

“Kneel now, Chiaki. Asuka, come here and kneel on Yua’s other side.” So there were three extraordinary girls looking up at him, each with her own motivations, but all enjoying submission in slightly different ways, and all used to playing together. 

He had to give them something as extraordinary as what they were giving him. An idea crossed his mind then became a certainty.

Seamus left Asuka alone in the kitchen. He wasn’t sure what her level of skill was. It would be possible to make tempura with the ingredients in the kitchen, but he’d never managed to get the batter right, and now he mostly only had it when he ate out. While she rummaged for equipment and ingredients and put a pan on the stovetop he went to have a shower, shave, and put on his enormous kimono.

He’d bought it because he thought it was slightly comical, being such an imposing garment of red, yellow and black, but he suspected she’d like it. Especially since she would be wearing nothing, in the presence of so grand a lord.

So he returned, looking most magnificent, and warmed sake while she busied herself. She was making ramen, with daikon, rapa and prawns. He kissed her, told her he approved and sat at the kitchen table watching her work.

Her bottom jiggled cutely as she chopped vegetables and peeled prawns, the colour of two ripe and striped tomatoes. 

He took a draught of the warmed sake and stood again. He kissed her, transferring some of the sake into her mouth. Asuka blushed. They’d just had sex, using each of her orifices in turn, but this was yet another kind of intimacy and she hadn’t expected it. At last she said, “Thank you, Sensei.” 

She looked down at his cock, exposed in the open gown, and smiled at him, her mouth open and her intention obvious. But he stopped her. “Later, Asuka, You’re cooking. I don’t think I want you distracted.”

“I think I always want to be distracted by your cock. You should keep it in me, oh, all the time.”

“I’ll do my best, greedy dorei.”

“Me? My Sensei is the greedy one.” So he smacked her bottom again, twice on each side, hard, making no discernible difference to the colour, and returned to his place at table. Her face was set: she concentrated on her task. At last she sprinkled coriander on the soup and served him his bowl.

She returned to pour her own, but Seamus said, “No, dorei. On your knees now. You know what to do.”

Asuka smiled. She’d hoped for something like that. He was beginning to realise how much she loved to serve. He suspected that neither Chiaki nor Yua had that particular desire.

She dropped and crawled towards him, then rested her hands on his knees and lowered her head to take his cock in her mouth. Seamus was tired, and he’d come in her twice so far that evening.But her mouth was warm, and wet, and loving.

The eroticism of the occasion was a strong force. He felt himself rise from semi-hard to fully hard in her mouth. 

He ate, trying to savour the deliciousness of her first attempt at cooking for him, but still distracted by her mouth. At last, as he was finishing the meal, he recognised that he wasn’t going to come, despite her skill, enthusiasm and submissive service. He reached down and pulled her hair, hauling her off him. “You’re a good girl. And now you eat, Asuka.”

She returned to the pot, turned up the heat for a minute, then poured her own bowl. He turned to him, holding it between her breasts. “Should I put it on the floor, Sensei, and eat at your feet?”

“I think I’d like that. Sometimes. No, often. But for now you sit on a seat and face me so we can talk.”

Asuka seemed faintly disappointed by that choice but she said, “Thank you, Sensei. You honour me.” She placed the bowl on the table and sat facing him, wincing just a moment when her bottom first touched the wooden chair.

She took a spoonful of the  liquid first, then a chopsticked knot of the noodles. When her mouth was empty she smiled. “I was a virgin, well, two out of three, just, oh, three hours ago. I’m glad I picked you. You looked after me, I know, though you try to be very strict, too. I like that.”

“I like that you’re very submissive, and still a mischievous brat. And a clever girl with a beautiful nature.”

“My father, he knows that sometimes I don’t come home at night.”

Seamus remembered something she’d told him before about her father’s view of relations between men and women. “Does he spank you?”

She giggled. “Oh no. He spanks my mother, sometimes with a belt or a cane. But he thinks you only do that with adult women. With a wife or a lover, or, well, women who get paid. Not little girls like me.”

“You’re not so little.”

“I am to him. But I’m your girl, now. You keep me in line. I told you I want to live here with you, and I’m going to ask for permission tomorrow night. Then I’ll bring a suitcase the night after.”

“You know this is fast.”

“And I know it’s right. You’re the Sensei I’ve picked. I don’t want another one. Do you want me, Sensei?”

Seamus reached across the table and took her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pressing till she winced. Then he did the same with her right nub, but pressed harder until she cried out.

He nodded when she moved her hands to comfort her breasts, but hesitated, waiting on permission. While she stroked and soothed her skin he said. “Yes, I’ll enjoy teaching you how to behave.”:

“Then it’s settled. Can we go back to bed bow? Sensei?”

He thought about that. He was still sexually tired, and he had to fuck both Chiaki and Yua that night. He supposed that making Asuka come some more with his hands and his tongue would be good for her and help him recover. But he noticed the time. It was nearly ten, and Chiaki and Yua were to arrive at ten. He knew they’d be on time.

So he said, “No. Stand against the wall, opposite the door, so you’re the first thing they see when I let them in.”

“Yes, Sensei.” She took her place, legs slightly apart, hands on her head, without being told. 

He approved but he stood beside her and spent a few minutes spanking her on each side. “You can stand like that for now. But when they arrive, I want you to bend over, touching your toes. Feet well apart. Can you do that?”

“Of course, Sensei.”

“Good, then they’ll see the condition your arse is in, and they’ll know at once that you’re not the girl they used to know.”

Asuka smiled. She liked that idea.  She was proud of today’s events, but the order was also nicely humiliating.

Seamus returned to the kitchen and warmed more sake, enough for four. It was two minutes to ten.