Seamus admired Asuka, bent over obediently for him, her little ring glistening a little with the almond oil they’d used as lubricant. The rest glistened on his cock. He’d started her first anal fuck, and he intended to continue when he’d made her bottom a little hotter and redder.
He raised his folded belt and gave her one hard lash, because he wanted her to feel there were no limits and he wasn’t going to take her gently. She grunted “Ah,” and her hips rolled forward under the impact, then moved back and forth, as if she was fucking the air, while she tried to shake off the pain.
The next five strokes were gentler, catching her each time her bottom moved back, and setting her dancing again. But the noises she was making now were more pleasured sounds, little cries, moans. She wanted Seamus to know that she liked his belt, if he’d only use it right.
He stopped and put his hand under her cunt and pleasured her for a minute or so, and her moans were louder. Then she made the mildest sound of puzzlement and perhaps indignation when he took his hand away. He gave her twelve hard strokes, and set her dancing again, her hips pumping in time with the belt’s impacts.
She cried out and gasped, still dancing, but she didn’t seem to be experiencing the belt’s impacts as pain.
Asuka was now leather-painted a bright red between her hips and her thighs, and he took a photo with his phone so she could admire herself later. Then he put his hands on her hips, holding her still. She fell silent, waiting. He pressed the tip of his cock against her opening, and she yielded, for the second time in her life. This time he entered her slowly, feeling and letting her feel every centimetre.
He said, when he was fully inside her and his this and belly pressed against her bottom, “I love feeling the heat of your skin, Asuka, after I’ve whipped you.”
She made a sound that was an answer but wasn’t in words. But she seemed to feel that that was a good thing. She reached back, between her legs, to hold and caress his. He’d told her to put her hands on her knees, but he couldn’t bring himself punish her for that. He took her slowly now, without urgency, feeling her warmth and the tightness of her rectal clasp on his cock.
Asuka was moving with him now, tightening on his cock as he withdrew and relaxing when he pressed forward. “Good girl, Asuka.”
She laughed complacently. “Good Sensei, Sensei.”
He leaned down, not breaking the rhythm, and kissed her shoulder.
She turned her head and made a kissy mouth at him. So he smiled and watched her face, or the side of her face, while he slowly fucked her. After a time she wailed loudly. It was a demand of some kind, and he sped up.
She lost the rhythm as he took her faster, but the sounds she made were unmistakable. She was about to have her first orgasm with a live, flesh penis. He’d dropped the belt, but he smacked the sides of her hips and thighs, hard. She caught her breath. He could feel that she was only seconds away. He slipped his his hand under her now, and held it hard against her cunt.
Asuka shrieked, then yowled like a lost, desolate animal. She tightened on his cock, hard, and shrieked again. Seamus kept pumping, the rhythm largely lost, until she yowled a third time, and returned her hands to her knees to support herself. She seemed to have no more.
Seamus withdrew then and picked the cane. He gave her ten firm strokes, hard enough that the marks would still be felt and be showing the next day – and those stripes would be seen by Yua and Chiaki later that night – without giving her time to absorb each individual stroke.
She was still in fresh post-orgasmic glow, and she barely reacted, at least outwardly, though each impact left its vivid white, then red, stripe.
Then he dropped the cane and held Asuka’s hips again, and fucked her tight circle hard and fast until he came, growling like an angry bear. There was a long silence, the two of them together, gasping. At last Seamus withdrew from her again and picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom and placing her on his bed.