At six Seamus and Asuka had walked together to Seamus’s apato, stopping only to buy the champagne that Asuka had promised to bring him. Seamus had had trouble keeping his hands off her, and Asuka had been charmingly excited at his side, sometimes skipping, sometimes laughing. But he didn’t want their relationship and its nature made too obvious to other people from work, or for that matter to strangers.
Once he closed the door Asuka turned and kissed him, on tiptoe, face upturned, her arms round his neck. At last he broke the kiss and set her back on her feet, and looked down at her. He wanted to look stern, but he couldn’t keep his grin off his face. This girl, as Chiaki had said, did have his heart. She said, “May I undress, Sensei?”
“Seamus,” said Seamus. “And not quite yet.”
“Please Sir” – she used the English word – “it doesn’t feel right, using your name. I want to address you respectfully. Even when you have your cock up my bottom.”
Seamus laughed. “All right. You may. I’ll call you dorei musume when I have my cock in you. Anywhere.” The words meant “slavegirl”, but musume was an affectionate word for girl, so it wasn’t a harsh term.
Asuka smiled. “Mmm. I’d like that. Sensei, may I take off my clothes?”
“Yes, musume.”
She smiled happily while she undid her shirt buttons. She liked her new name, or title. She dropped her skirt, and Seamus saw she’d been wearing nothing underneath. He raised his eyebrows. “Yes, Sensei. I put them in my purse. You could have had your fingers in me while we walked.”
He thought about that. “Probably good I didn’t know. We’d have shocked people. Musume -“
“Sensei?”
“I think we’ll start you with a spanking. You’ve been a good girl, all day, but you still need to be reminded of your place.”
She nodded. “Often, Sensei. I hope.”
“Good girl, musume. Now go to the bedroom, stand by my bed with your hands on your head, and I’ll be with you soon.”
He watched Asuka’s slender form walk into his room, and smiled when she put her hands on her head. He picked up Asuka’s champagne from where she’d left it on the floor when she’d turned to kiss him, and put it in the fridge. Then he checked the drawers. He’d inherited a collection of bamboo spoons and egg turners from the previous occupant. He rummaged through and selected the thickest and weightiest spoon.
Earlier that day Asuka had asked to be introduced into her new world with a hand spanking and he intended to comply with that request, but she’d need to feel something a little sharper if she misbehaved. He entered his bedroom. Asuka still had her back to him, hands on head. She didn’t move, though she must have heard him return.
He sat on the bed in front of her. He let her see the flat wooden spoon he brought as back up, then set it beside him, within easy reach. “Even good girls get spanked, musume. Naughty girls get spanked hard. So do horny girls if they ask nicely. Do you think you’ll ask for a hard spanking with an implement, once you’ve got used to my hand?”
“Sensei, I know that I’ll get that hard spanking whether I ask for it or not. But,” she frowned, thinking, “I think it’s very likely that I will beg you.”
“Clever girl. Put yourself over my knee now. Touch your fingers and toes to the floor.” Asuka bent herself forward, settling her lithe weight over his thighs, and reached downfor the tatami. “Good girl. Dorei musume. Now,” he rested his hand on her bottom, squeezed and patted, “arch this little butt up. It makes a better target, and it shows me that you want it, you know it, and you want me to know it.”
“Yes, Sensei. I know I do.” She arched for him, spectacularly, so her buttocks parted a little, presenting him with her little anal opening and her labial lips. He resisted the urge to stroke her. That could come later.
“And keep this position. Or…” He took the little bamboo paddle and laid it across her bottom, with no impact but pressing it into her soft flesh so she could feel its hardness.
“I’ll be good, Sensei. And I know that if I get cowardly, you’ll punish me harder. As you should.”
“Good dorei. We begin now.” He squeezed her, and rubbed her fondly, still avoiding the sensitive skin between her buttocks, and at last raised his hand. Asuka raised her hips a little further in anticipation, and when his hand landed on her left cheek with a loud clap she yelped very charmingly. He decided to hear that impact sound and that yelp again, and brought his hand down on her right. The room filled with the pitchless sound of hand on flesh, and the treble note of her sweet little yelp.
Under his hand she was very soft, not a muscled girl like girls he’d spanked in Birmingham. But there was something both sexy and endearing about that softness. She held her bottom up for him with admirable bravery. He began spanking her in earnest, a long series of firm smacks, that were certain to hurt her as she wanted, but not to challenge her too far.
Asuka took her spanking in relative silence for three minutes, broken by her occasional moan, grunt or yelp that told him he was reaching her. Her bottom was a beautiful pink. He was surprised by her courage; she was trying to be a good girl.
But that wasn’t quite his intension. He’d usually take a break at three minutes but instead he put his left hand down on the small of her back, holding her firmly down, and increased the force of his smacks.
She began to move, her hips rising and falling, and her vocal noises became louder and more continuous. Seamus was now fully erect, and he knew she could feel him. There was something in this intimacy, their bodies reacting to each other and moving together, that was close to fucking. He continued for another two minutes while her movements become less controlled and her cries were loud, continuous and high. Her skin was now a bright red.
At the end of the sixth minute he stopped the spanking, and, still holding her firmly in place, stroked her sweet, slippery little pussy. She yowled far louder than she had in response to his spanks. He slipped to fingers into her, and his thumb into her anus.
Asuka howled, then tensed and howled again. She froze for a long second, then screamed and a second later dropped her entire weight onto his thighs. She gasped, undulating over his lap relaxed but still driven by pleasure.
Seamus knew she had more orgasm to give, but he moved his hand from her pussy and held it to her mouth, so she could taste herself when she sucked his fingers. He patted and squeezed her – how did she get so red and so hot? – while she sucked diligently. At last she said, “Oooh!”
He smiled, supremely happy. He guessed she was too. He said, “Oooh what, musume koishīo?” [Darling girl.]
Asuka turned, on his lap, twisting her back to look up at him. She was as happy as he’d hoped. “Oooh, Sensei, I’ve made a lot of boys come, with my mouth. But, do you know, that’s the first time a man has ever made me come?”
He smiled. “I didn’t. It makes me happy. And proud. Thank you!”
“And you haven’t even had your cock in me yet!”
“Heh.” Seamus agreed that it was time to remedy that. “Little dorei, you know where I’m going to fuck you first?”
“I thought it would be my kitten. But that’s not where, is it?”
Seamus took his finger out of her mouth and caressed Asuka’s face. Her cheeks were wet, he realised. Either the spanking or the orgasm had made her cry. “Close, little dorei.”
She laughed. She was unafraid. “You want us to be different. From the very start. Sensei, that is your choice.”
He smacked her bottom again. “In the fridge you’ll find almond oil. It’s useful for more than cooking. Fetch it.”
Asuka clambered off his knee. She made a formal bow, then knelt and kissed his feet. He felt a wave of affection, and a moment of hesitation before he committed. “Go,” he said.
“Yes, Sensei,” she said happily. She went.
