Wicked Wednesday: In the Realm of the Sensei

In the morning Seamus was awoken by Asuka’s mouth on his cock. He relaxed, letting his arousal build slowly, his cock slowly engorge while his girl pleasured him. And Yua came up, brushing his chest with her nipples. Then she kissed him, and Seamus brought his hand down on her neck, holding her to him while he thrust slowly, almost lazily, into Asuka’s mouth.

Yua kissed him again then raised her head and looked down at him. “Fix me?” Seamus frowned, not understanding her. Yua said, “Your cock is busy. But…” She kissed him again. Then she raised herself onto her knees, and planted her perfect little pussy onto his mouth, vertical lips to horizontal lips.

Seamus smiled, and Yua felt it, squirming wetly against him. So he reached up and held her butt still while he tongued her. Yua began to make a noise, low in her throat, two notes, over and over, “Ooo-ah-ooo-ah-ooo-ah…” It reminded him of a cat purring, and he reached his fingers between her buttocks and pressed one finger, then two, into her little asshole. Her song raised in pitch, and her pussy pressed down on his mouth, pushing into him, and moving faster. 

As Asuka sucked him harder, ruthlessly taking and tasting his cock, he felt himself needing her and he thrust up into her harder, no longer holding back, fucking the girl’s mouth and throat. He wasn’t concerned for her comfort. He knew that Asuka wasn’t. But Yua arched her back, knees on his shoulders, pussy on his face, and wailed, and he pressed his fingers further into her asss, until she stopped suddenly, her body utterly tense, and she cried out, something both happy and lost, joyous and forlorn.

That was too much for him. He hammered thrusts into Asuka’s mouth, for another intense and tumultuous minute until he came, copiously into her mouth. Asuka sounded like a girl whose pet has performed a very clever trick at last, and she sucked and swallowed him.

Eventually, as far as he knew, she had taken it all. Slowly they relaxed. Yua fell sideways off him, then returned to hug him, lying beside him, and Asuka kissed his cock goodbye, and came up to jin him, facing Yua from the other side. He kissed them, each in turn, and said, “Asuka, you haven’t come yet.”

“I’m very happy, sensei. I don’t care. I think I felt your orgasm. That was … like it was mine.”

Seamus considered that. “That’s a nice thing to say, little seidorel. But I should probably beat you for lying. You need to come now.”

Asuka tried to look unconcerned. “I just need your come. All the time.”

Seamus looked at Yua, clinging limpet like to his side. “We’re going to make her change her mind now. Aren’t we?”

Yua looked at him, then Asuka. Then she looked back at him. “Oh no, sensei. She’s a bad girl. No come for her.”

Seamus raised his brows. “This is the weirdest insurrection I’ve ever known. That I’ve ever heard of. But I think I can fix it.” He looked at the both of them, while they stared blankly back at him. “Fetch the cane …” He looked at Asuka, then Yua, trying to decide which girl needed subduing first. At last he said, “Yua.” 


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This story is set in a small Japanese city in 1982. There are no cellphones, and no internet. There’s also no genital herpes (at least it hadn’t yet been heard of) and no AIDS. Some of the protection-less sex in this episode would be wildly irresponsible if it happened now, but at the time the main threat from unprotected intercourse was pregnancy. The contraceptive pill was used to prevent conception.

People about to have threesomes, now, are advised to be scrupulous with using and changing condoms, or else to find a time machine back to a period of lesser risk.

In the Realm of the Sensei 

“I want you to fuck me now, and Yua too. Both of us, together.” Asuka had said. Seamus had objected, he thought reasonably, that he didn’t have two cocks, and Asuka had laughed at him. 

She edged to be closer to Yua’s side, and put her leg over Yua’s, presenting him with two deliciously pretty pussies.

She said, “No, you can’t be in both of us at exactly the same time. But you can be fucking us both at once. Put your cock in Yua for long enough that she looks happy, and then you pull out and move your cock about … ” – she pretended to consider – “eleven inches to your left and put it in me and make me happy. Then Yua’s turn again. And so on. Do you think you can do that? Sensei?”

Yua nodded enthusiastically. That was all right with her. Seamus, a man with only one penis, but with the undivided attention and desire of two pretty girls, smiled. Happiness, he thought, not for the first time, is easy. He put his knees between Yua’s. She raised and parted her knees a little further, to welcome him. Then he felt his cock clamped in Asuka’s hand, and she pinched him painfully tight at the base. “Yikes. The fuck you do that for, girl?”

Asuka said, “I read it delays your orgasm. And you’re going to be in man-heaven. Double heaven. So you need to last.”

“Warned you. After this, Yua’s going to be able to film you getting the spanking of your life.”

Asuka grinned. That was hardly a threat. She said, “Hai, sensei,” with her best possible impersonation of meekness.

Then he felt Yua’s hand on his cock, soft, stroking. “I’d never hurt that lovely cock, sensei. So please fuck me now. In my cunt.”

Seamus leaned down, closing the distance between them, still with Yua’s hand light on his cock. She guided him to her pussy, and closed her eyes and sighed as he entered her slowly. He thought it odd that though he’d buggered her and she’d taken his cock in her mouth this was the first time he’d entered her pussy. Those events didn’t usually occur in that order.

She was a wet girl, and once he’d pressed forward all the way into her, their pelvic bones pressed together, she began to work his cock with a series of firm and rapid muscular constrictions.

Seamus kissed her, and she put her hands on his shoulders. She closed her eyes and squirmed while he pressed into her, then slowly withdrew and then claimed her again. She sighed and dug her nails into his skin. He smiled at her and smacked her face lightly. Then he held her face in his right hand. Her eyes opened. “I hurt you, Yua, whenever I like. And you do as you’re told. That’s the deal. You agree, Yua?”

“Hai, hai, hai, sensei …” Yua’s eyes closed again; he hadn’t stopped moving in her. It was too sweet, too warm, and wet and slippery and tight, and he couldn’t make himself stop if he wanted to.

“So you don’t scratch my back, Yua. You remember when I spanked you, with my hand, after I’d caned you?”

“Sensei.” She sounded reproachful. “You were so cruel.”

“And you came, little hypocrite. Anyway, if you scratch me, draw blood, you’ll get that again. But I won’t be letting you come, this time. So … don’t!”

“I don’t want to hurt you, sensei. But sometimes I don’t know what I’m doing. You’re good at making me know nothing. Teacher.” She let her head fall back, offered him her throat. Seamus kissed her neck, feeling an urge to bite, as she’d probably anticipated.  

Yua put her arms around his back, and raised her thighs, so her body was nearly folded in two. She put her feet on his buttocks. “Fuck me, sensei.”

The possibility of coming in her alarmed him, and he concentrated for a second or two on his sensations, thinking about them analytically and therefore more distantly, until he felt that orgasm back off.

Yua had eyes closed still, and her mouth open. She made little high-pitched sounds.

Seamus rocked slowly to a stop, and she opened her eyes, as he withdrew gently. She breathed, “Umai sensei.”

He smiled as a man will when a woman calls him wonderful, and said, “Good girl. Back soon.” He put his leg over Asuka’s and Yua’s, and then both knees between Asuka’s thighs. He took Asuka hard, in a single and sudden thrust, and watched her face, wide-eyed, while he fucked her fast and rough.

He took a handful of her hair and pulled, hard. She showed her teeth; she liked that. As he took her, fiercely remorseless, she said, “What you – What are you doing to me?”    

He didn’t answer, except to pull her hair harder, until pain showed in her eyes. She seemed utterly happy, though. So was he.

Then suddenly he smacked Asuka’s face, as he had Yua’s, and he withdrew suddenly, and climbed over and plunged into Yua.

Yua said, “It’s like both Asuka and you are fucking me.”He suspected that she’d prepared that. He plunged in her, pushing deep and hard, trying to hurt her, She said, when they’d moved together for a minute or so, “Yes-yes-hai, sensei, harder, sensei, fuck me.” That sounded less rehearsed. He kissed her.

He slowed down after a while, so they fucked sensually and affectionately. Perhaps lovingly, though that wasn’t a word he’d expected to apply to Yua. She rolled her eyes up and concentrated for several moment and then the contraction of her cunt resumed.

She was, perhaps, trying to show him she knew ways of serving that Asuka didn’t. He didn’t mind or care. Now he’d had the opportunity to make a direct comparison, he thought Yua’s pussy was perfect. So was Asuka’s. There were no comparisons to be made. It was true, and a safe thing to tell them when they asked, as he was sure they would.

Riding in the soft and perfect saddle of her spread inner thighs he pressed his cock deep so their pubic bones met again, and then simply applied constant pressure while he moved his hips, side to side, and higher, as far as possible while keeping his cock in place.  

Yua said, “Uh!” She was lost. Things were building inside her. He kept up the pressure while barely moving his cock, and she said, “Uh,” again, and then made a series of nasal noises, and then lifted her pelvis from the bed, taking him with her, and wailed. Seamus fought for control, and managed not to come. He pressed the flat of his hand to her face where he’d slapped her, but now it was a gentle touch, in blessing.

Yua turned onto her side to watch as he lay between Asuka’s thigh’s and she began to sigh and squeak as he slid into her, her wet, slippery self welcoming him. As he began to pump his loved girl he felt Yua’s hand on his ass, pressing into the skin just behind his bollocks.



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Yua came, wailing noisily, with Seamus’s cock in her ass and Asuka’s tongue busy licking up at her pussy. Asuka had crawled between Yua’s legs while they were fucking, as Yua had done for Asuka. Seamus suspected she took less pleasure from that than Yua had taken from licking her pussy.

Yua was, sexually, into anything that moved, while Asuka seemed to like men, and only one of them at a time. But she felt she should repay her friend. 

Afterwards, when Yua and Seamus had both come, and he was slowly softening, still in her ass, Asuka went to ran a deep bath. She came back and took the other twoby the hand and pulled them into the bathroom. The three of them, undressed, washed, and climbed into the tub.

In the tub the two girls insisted on continuing to wash Seamus’s cock very slowly and with great solemnity, only partly spoiled by occasional outbreaks of giggles. Seamus didn’t mind. He knew they were trying to get him hard, and while he also knew there was no serious chance they would succeed, at least for another half an hour or so, he couldn’t deny that their ministrations felt good.

At last, after perhaps an hour of soapy, slippery bodies sliding together, there was a knock at the door. Asuka got out, wrapped herself in a towel, and answered it. Yua and Seamus left the bath more slowly. Yua knelt before him to embrace and dry his feet, his legs and then licked his cock, without taking it into her mouth. This time she achieved better results, and it rose and pointed somewhere over her forehead. 

Asuka returned with bento (she must have called a local restaurant while she was running the bath, Seamus decided).

She sat Seamus at their table, wrapped in a great robe, while his two-girl harem stayed naked and beautiful, fussing over and feeding him, occasionally taking pieces of eel or shrimp for themselves.

That night, in bed with the two of them, he found himself holding Yua’s buttocks, still heated from the caning he’d given her that day, and lifting her slightly from the bed while he tongued her sweet, plump and depilated pussy. She squirmed and squealed appreciatively, her hands on his shoulders sometimes caressing and sometimes gripping him with all her might.

Asuka, deprived of access to his cock while he lay on his front, kissed the side of his face, then lay back beside Yua, thighs well spread, stroking her pussy. Seamus pushed his knuckle into Yua’s luscious cunt, and sped up, applying more pressure.

Her squeals dropped in pitch to become guttural and grunty, and at last, her hands now tangled in his hair and at risk of pulling clumps out, she came, crying “Waaa-haa, waaa-haa!” like a very upset baby. Then her grip on his hair relaxed, and he let her sink back to the bed.

Yua left her hand on his shoulder, affectionately, when he edged over to hold and tongue Asuka. But Asuka said, “No, sensei. I want you to fuck me now. And Yua too. Both of us, together.”

Seamus frowned. “Well, that sounds good. But I don’t actually have two cocks.”

“Silly Sensei! It’s easy! You just-”   


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Yua kept her position, tightly bent, feet wide, holding her ankles, while Asuka pressed two well-lubricated fingers against her asshole. Then Asuka pushed, more ruthlessly than Seamus would have, and Yua cried out a little. Asuka’s fingers worked inside her.

Asuka looked at Seamus. “She’s a silly girl. You caned her much harder than me, and she still makes a fuss.” It was true. Yua’s stripes across her buttocks and upper thighs were red, and black in spots, while Asuka’s were a lighter, pretty, pink. “Would you spank her, Sensei, if she makes more fuss? You’d spank me if I did.” 

Seamus kept his face straight. “Certainly I will.” He stood to Yua’s side and smacked her left cheek, not very hard. A warning. “Yua, keep quiet, and stay in position. Asuka, you won’t mind if I use your cane on this girl as well?”

“Of course not, Master. Anyway, that cane is yours. I gave it to you to do with as you want. Same as me. And now you own this girl.” She withdrew her fingers and coated them again, liberally, with lube.

This time she thrust three fingers into Yua’s ass, again without gentleness.

Yua, her head near her feet, blew out a breath as she was entered, but was careful to make no sound.

Asuka said, “She’s trying to be a good girl, sensei. I think she’s ready for you now.”

“No, Asuka. I used more than that on you. Do it again.”

Asuka again coated her fingers, then pressed her forefinger and index fingers together, and poured a little more onto them. She turned and thrust three fingers into Yua, still not gently, and revolved her fingers inside her, spread the lube evenly, at the entrance and inside. Yua’s face, upside down and between her shins, was fixed in a determined expression. Clearly it had hurt her a little, but she was determined to make no sign in front of her friend. Seamus suspected she’d all protests, wails and tears, if only he were there.   

Asuka withdrew her fingers slowly, this time, and Yua moved, to follow those fingers, as though she wanted their presence to continue. Asuka, her hand free, looked enquiringly at Seamus. “Sensei?” 

“A bit more on me, Asuka. Especially at the head.” Asuka obeyed, and coated the head and shaft of his cock with more of the lube, and then stroked the head, sensual, smiling at him. He suspected that if he came in her hand, and disappointed her friend, at least until he recovered, she would find that endlessly amusing.

Seamus growled, “That’s enough, Asuka. Now go and stand in front of your friend.”

Asuka said, “Hai, sensei.” When she was in place, so that she and Seamus could kiss, with Yua’s body submissively bent between them, Seamus said, “Now take her cheeks, Asuka, and pull them wide apart.”

Yua’s tiny asshole was already perfectly available. He’d given Asuka the order mainly to humble her a little. While his girl spread Yua for him he stepped close behind, his cock slippery between her buttocks. Yua froze. She did not breath.

Seamus positioned his cock against her tight little entrance, and applied a little pressure. She didn’t open, so he pressed a little harder, and she opened to him suddenly, holding his glans inside. Yua gasped. Though he’d been gentler than Asuka, he’d hurt her a little.

He paused and put his hands on her narrow waist. “Just relax, Yua. It’s a new sensation, I know, but it doesn’t take long to get used to it.” He held still, though his body urgently wanted to take more territory. Yua trembled, and that was a sweet sensation, to his sensitive glans. 

At last he heard Yua breathe, and take a breath, and he pressed forward again. She made a little cry as she found herself taken further, but it didn’t sound like pain. Seamus gave her a few more seconds to get used to this deeper intrusion, and then pressed forward again. Yua said, “Ah, sensei.” He wasn’t sure if that expressed pain or appreciation.

In any case he withdrew a little, for the first time, and then pressed forward, still deeper. He continued, each withdrawal ceding less territory, each forward stroke going deeper, until at last his thighs and groin pressed tight against Yua’s well-striped, still-warm, ass. He held that position for what seemed a long time, while Yua waited, not breathing, feeling herself fully invaded, filled. he leaned forward to kiss Asuka. That movement meant he was just a millimetre or two deeper. 

Asuka grinned suddenly. “May I film you, sensei? While you fuck my friend?”

Seamus considered. “No showing it round your friends.”

“Of course not, sensei.”

He wondered about that. But he said, “Yes. All right.”

“Thank you, sensei!” She scampered off, and returned with a little video camera, sold in some Tokyo shops almost as toys. 

Asuka filmed in silence for a while, as Yua began to meet his thrusts. She said, like a television reporter, “Is she tight, sensei? Does she feel as good as me?”

Seamus grinned. He said, “She’s tight, yes, and delicious. But If you ask me for praise again, at the expense of your friend, she’ll get to film me caning you.”

Asuka’s brows raised. She said quickly, “Sorry, sensei.”

Seamus smacked Yua’s tightly bent bottom. “I’m going to fuck you harder you now, Yua. Be a good girl for me, or you’ll both be getting the cane.” 

Yua said nothing. She didn’t think she had the right to speak, and in that she was correct.

Seamus put his hands back on the narrowest part of her waist, held tight, and began to fuck the girl, slowly and deep.


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Asuka remained in position, bent over and holding her ankles. Her asshole had suddenly stopped hosting Seamus’s cock, because he’d pulled out and grabbed his shirt to cover it when Yua came through his front door. Asuka said, “Come back in me, please, sensei.”

But Seamus was glaring at Yua, who walked across the living room to them, unbuttoning her shirt as she went. She took it off and dropped it on the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Then she undid the catches on her little pleated skirt and let it fall. It turned out she wasn’t wearing any undergarments, and when she stepped out of the skirt she was as naked as Asuka.

She said, “Hello, semsei. I’m not at school now. I’m on my own time. Asuka and I discussed this. You made me come so nicely. I’d like to do that for you.”

Seamus stared. Yua’s body, voluptuous while Asuka was slender, was as always a powerful argument that she should get whatever she wanted. He said, “Yes, you’re beautiful, Yua. You know that too well. And I know it’s true. I’ll even watch you when you turn around and leave. Now, girl.”

 Asuka stared up at him, heard head still down, looking up between her own spread thighs. “Sensei! Seamus, we did talk about it. And we thought perhaps you were refusing her because you thought you should be with me. Only me. But I don’t think of it that way.”

Yua was standing next to him now. She smiled at him and touched her pussy. She opened her mouth. The only garment on any of the three of them was the shirt he’d draped over his cock. She said, “Think of me as a gift. From Asuka, if you like.”

Yua reached down and lifted his shirt away from his cock. He let it happen. She dropped it on top of hers, on the floor beside them. She ran her fingers along the underside of his erection, so it bobbed higher. She said, “Lovely. It’s a good cock, sensei. I promise you I’ll look after it.”

She knelt, next to Asuka, still lightly stroking his cock. She opened her mouth. Seamus considered his choices, Asuka’s asshole, and Yua’s mouth. He had a vague notion that, tempting as Yua’s offer was, she probably shouldn’t take his cock into her mouth just then. He should finish Asuka first.

But he put his hand affectionately on Yua’s hair, so she knew she wasn’t being rejected any more. And he thrust firmly back into Asuka, and she wailed joyfully. He began to fuck Asuka’s ass slowly, and she sighed and moved with him. “Thank you, sensei.”

He had to let Asuka come, but stay in control of himself so he something left over for Yua.

Yua crawled beneath Asuka and licked Seamus’s balls, perhaps to prove to herself that she now had access to Seamus’s cock. But she devoted herself to Asuka’s pussy, licking and fingering her while Seamus occupied that higher, tighter orifice. Seamus pressed his thighs against the back of her head as she worked on her friend.

Asuka was starting to make little gibbering sounds, as if someone was giving electric shocks to a pika.*

Seamus increased their pace, and the gibbering continued, rapid, empty of words, and lower in pitch. Seamus smacked his hand, hard, on the cane stripes on the right slope of her ass, and then gripped her, hard, making her hurt. Her orgasm shook her, immediately, and he felt her anal tube tighten on him, while she screamed, “YAAAAA!” It was low, almost guttural by Asuka’s standards.

If they’d been alone he’d have continued until she screamed again and perhaps again. But he felt he had other duties. He released his grip and patted Asuka lightly. “Good girl. Good girl. Beautiful.”  

“Thank you, sensei!” Seamus withdrew, carefully, but Asuka stayed bent over, presented.

Seamus took a fistful of Yua’s hair and pulled her to her feet. She looked at him, surprised but uncomplaining. Seamus said, “Not your mouth, sexy little Yua. I’m going to do a comparison. Your asshole and Asuka’s. So bend over. Asuka, go and get a cloth, and wipe me clean. And bring me a condom and the lube.”

Yua hadn’t obeyed yet. “You’re going to fuck my ass?”

“I dare say I’m not the first, Yua. Won’t be the last.”

“No, sensei. The women teachers, they wanted my mouth on their pussies. Or their mouths on mine. And the men, they all wanted my mouth and my pussy too. Asuka said you took that virginity, for her. It would be mine, too.”

Seamus wondered if he believed her. It seemed that his cock did. The idea of taking new territory in that delicious body appealed: his cock seemed almost to ache, full, almost heavy.

His mind reminded him that Yua was a liar. On the other hand, her lies tended to be deliberately outlandish to make it obvious they were lies.

That was a kind of honesty. An anal virginity was too mundane to be one of her lies. Probably. He decided it didn’t matter. Except to his cock, and his cock was happy.

Asuka returned with a warm, soapy cloth and slowly, caressingly wiped him clean, then kissed the head. “Can I lube you? Both of you?”

Yua said, “Yes, please!”

Seamus smacked Yua’s left breast, hard. She hissed with the brief pain and looked reproachfully at him. “Not up to you, girl.” Then he shrugged. He said to Asuka, “But yes, anyway. Yua, bend over. Feet wide, grab your ankles. Now!”

Yua said, “Hai, sensei!” and obeyed.

Asuka looked at her friend’s submissively presented body, and smiled conspiratorially at Seamus. She lathered him with lube first, and turned to Yua. She poured a generous amount onto two fingers.

  * A pika is a small creature from Ezo (Hokkaido). Its full name means “Hokkaido crying rabbit”, after its high-pitched calls. The Pokemon favourite, Pikachu, is almost certainly inspired by this little mammal. But when this story is set (the 1980s), there was no Pokemon campany, and Pikachu had never been heard of.   

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That evening Asuka arrived home after him. She was uncharacteristically quiet. When she’d let herself in she went to Seamus, where he was sitting on the couch. She knelt and kissed his feet. 

“I’m sorry I was late, Sensei. You should punish me later.” 

Seamus smiled. She was, of course, p[lay-acting. She hoped to be spanked, since she’d found she enjoyed that very much in its own right, and that it always led to very passionate sex. So he said, trying to sound stern, “Do you get to tell me what I should do, little seidoral?” He hadn’t called her that before. It meant she was his slave, kept for labour or for sexual purposes.

“No, sensei! No! I’m so sorry. Your seidorel would never tell you what to do. I meant, I humbly beg that you punish me.”

He grinned at her then, and just for a second she smiled back, before assuming a properly submissive posture and expression. “Come up and kiss me, little one. Just because you’re my slave doesn’t mean I can’t love you. Game-playing little seidorel.”

Asuka climbed up and then plonked herself onto his lap. She kissed his neck. “I like you calling me your seidorel. It feels … limitless. You can do whatever you like.”

“Except that your Dad would have me killed if you came to any harm.”

“Oh? Should I tell him you put welts on my bottom?”

“He knows, little one. He doesn’t count that as harm, I’m afraid. He told me he should have done it himself, but he never had the nerve. You’re too scary, little seidorel.”

 “Not too scary for you.”

“Oh, I’m brave, me.” He kissed her, his arms round her, and they didn’t move or speak for some time. At last, when he realised she was rubbing her bottom against his cock, getting him hard, he said, “I’ll show you. Fetch the cane, little seidorel. Come back with it, and no clothes. Now!”

He smacked her bottom, hard, and the room rang, not for the first time, with the sound of a male hand on delicate, girl, flesh. Asuka squealed, and scampered.

She was more solemn when she returned, naked, holding the cane before her with both hands. She looked at him. “How many strokes did you give Yua today?”

“One dozen in front of the class. One dozen in the storeroom. And I’m not sure I should let you two talk to each other about this. She’s a bad influence.”

“You spanked her, too. She said it’s the hardest spanking she’s ever had. And you made her come!”

“She made herself come. And I’m trying to think of a way of stopping that, next time. Anyway” – he took the cane from her hands and stood up – “you were late home without permission. And if you were gossiping with Yua, you definitely have no excuse. Assume the position, little bad seidorel.”

“Hai, darling Sensei.” She turned her back, and jackknifed her body down, so she was touching her toes.

Seamus caned her, starting from the crease of her buttocks and thighs, and slowly rising until her bottom was well striped. He gave her two dozen strokes, as he’d given Yua, but these were nowhere near as hard. The marks stood out now, but he expected they would be gone in a day or two.

When he’d finished her punishment he told her to stay in position, and went to the bedroom to get the lube. He lubed her little dark asshole thoroughly, and then his cock.

She moaned luxuriously as he pushed into her, taking her slowly but firmly until her heated bottom blared its warmth at his groin and lower belly. He’d come to love that heat; it was tactile proof, even when he couldn’t see his welts on her, that he’d marked her, taken her as his.

He pressed forward a little further, in that tight and slippery tube, Asuka tightening her rectal muscles on his cock. She bent even tighter, and kept her ass firmly against him. Then they started to rock together, a sensuous, unhurried fuck.

At exactly six there was a tap at their door. Asuka shouted, “Come in!”

“What the fuck?” Seamus withdrew his cock, and grabbed at his shirt to cover it.

“Please sensei, don’t stop.”

He said, “Bloody hell, Asuka.” The door opened. It was Yua.


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Yua looked at him, holding his eyes with hers, while she slowly undid the buttons of her shirt. She shrugged the shirt off and let it fall behind her, standing naked before him. 

Seamus knew he’d made a tactical error, if he didn’t plan to have sex with this girl. It was obvious she would be, as his friend Amida had told him, a luscious fuck. She was smiling, partly to entice him, and partly because she couldn’t help but feel triumphant. Her naked body, smoothly voluptuous, was the strongest signal and the most powerful argument in this room, and she knew it. 

He swallowed, and only then could he speak. “Yua, I am going to cure you of laziness. And disobeying rules. And maybe even your silly, childish game-playing.” 

Her smile flickered when he said “childish”. She was womanly, and she wanted to be treated as such. He was the only male hold-out among the staff, and she’d also made an impressive set of conquests among the younger women teachers.

That helped Seamus decide his next move. He reached for her wrist and pulled her forward, dumping her face-down over his knee. “So we’ll deal with your silly, childish behaviour. Now.”

He raised his hand, flattening his palm and brought it sharply down. Yua’s bottom was soft under his hand, and moon-pale. She was the first student to receive this treatment, as a student, though of course he had spanked Asuka many times.

A few seconds later that delectable bottom was still femininely soft, but not quite as pale.

He applied another smack, on her other cheek, and then began a hard, brisk spanking, leaving her no time to absorb the pain. But he gave her a short pause, her bottom already a deep pink, after a dozen spanks, and then began again, a little harder.

Seamus wasn’t counting the spanks, but after many pauses Yua began to gasp. He continued, spanking her sweet, distinctly red bottom for another ten minutes. By then the gasps of discomfort had became a low, continuous noise, part wail and part growl. She found his cock was hard, beneath her, and she rocked herself against it as she writhed under his smacks.

The little room echoed with the sounds of spanking, and of a girl getting off on being spanked. He could smell her arousal and, he had to admit, she would be able to smell his. But he continued while she writhed under him, until he heard her sniffing, along with that sexual, big cat’s growl. He’d made her cry, perhaps the first time he’d really done so.

But suddenly she raised her upper body and her legs into the air, making a series of inarticulate, blissful cries as she ground herself on his hard fulcrum. At last she stilled, her body relaxed over his knee. She said, “Oh, Seamus, thank you, thank you, Sensei.”

Seamus said, “You’re not very easy to punish, are you?”

She said, “Oh, yes I am. Very easy, for you.”

“Hah. Next time I think I’ll use a thumbscrew.”

“Is that something Western? For schoolgirls? I’d like that!”

He smacked her bottom again. “I wouldn’t put it past you. But get dressed now, Yua. And for god’s sake wear your uniform and do your homework.”

“Or you’ll spank me and make me come again. Hai, Sensei.”

“Ok, you’re done. Get up and get dressed, Yua.” 

She slipped off his knee, but crouched before him, looking at the erection she’d recently made use of. “But … I’d like to please you too. You pleased me very much.” 

Seamus shook his head. “Next class, girl.” 

So she dressed, wiggling slightly more than that process really required, kissed him, and skipped away.

Seamus was still seated. He stood up at last, willing his cock to go down. He wasn’t sure he’d won that round.



Wicked Wednesday: In the Realm of the Sensei 22

Seamus sighed. This, he thought, is weird. He’d found that he enjoyed disciplining girls. Chiaki had taught him that. She’d begged him to assume control of her, and when he’d complied it had been overpoweringly erotic.

He didn’t think he was a sadist, because he didn’t want to hurt her. Or any girl. He wanted to give her hurt, for her pleasure, and to give her guidance, so she could relax for a while and let him lead, confident that he’d be doing it for her. 

So the thought of Yua, in the classroom’s storeroom, waiting for him to come and finish her caning, was a turn-on. Of course it was. 

Also, he liked fucking girls, or young women. And Yua had signalled in every possible way, and some he’d never have thought of himself, that she wanted him to fuck her. That, surely, he argued with himself, was a good thing. And so it was odd that he was determined that she wasn’t going to have him. 

He wondered about his motives. If he was a stickler for morality, he wouldn’t be living with Chiaki. Or tolerate her living with him. So was his determination without any moral basis? What if he simply wanted to disappoint her? Because he felt she was spoiled.

“Ah well,” he said aloud. He stood up and went to the storeroom, where temptation, intelligent, beautiful and ruthless, awaited.

Yua had prepared for his arrival, he found. She had removed her panties, which he’d taken halfway down her thighs, completely. They lay on the desk, on top of her school skirt, also removed. Yua was bent over that desk, his cane lying at her side. Her perfect little ass was bare raised, her breasts and face pressed down on to the desk’s hard wood.

Her thighs were parted, so he could consider the respective pleasures and potentials offered by her pussy and her tight little bud.

He said, “Yua, I…” He shook his head. He could see the side of her face. She had smiled. He said, “You want me to cane you and then fuck you, don’t you?”

“Hai, Sensei! Please.” She arched her bottom up just a little more. 

“Would you like it if I just caned you and didn’t fuck you?” 

The smirk was gone. “Oh no. That wouldn’t be nearly as good. That would be bad.” 

He took the cane from the desk then, and stood to her side. “Then that, my girl, is how it’s going to be.” 

And he swung the cane, hard. She knew that he was no longer fooled by the performance she’d made the first time he’d caned her. So when she yelped, surprised and stung, he took it as a compliment. And swung the cane again, aiming at the softer flesh of her lower buttocks.

She yowled, and her white socks left the floor, kicking in pain. She said, “You should do this. Beat me all the time when you fuck me, sensei.”

Seamus gave her four more strokes. She swore at each one, and offered to fuck him, and suck his cock. But each stroke branded her beautiful bottom, and he said nothing. But after the sixth stroke, Seamus said, “Get up, Yua.” 

“Hai, Sensei!” She raised herself from the desk using her hands. She turned to face him, her legs crossed, her pussy lightly, blackly furred, under the edge of her shirt. She said, “Would you like something, Sensei?” 

Seamus knew that they both knew what he’d like. He said, “Yua, you’re not wearing a bra, are you?”

She shook her head, wide-eyed. “Oh no, Sensei.”

“That’s a breach of school rules, and you know it. Take off that shirt.”


Wicked Wednesday: In the Realm of the Sensei 20

Seamus had told Yua to get up, now her caning was done. Yua stayed bent over the chair, staring up at him. He walked back to her, cane still in his hand, and smacked her bottom again. “Up, girl.”

She did not get up. She moved, slowly, voluptuously, from side to side after he’d smacked her striped bottom.

He wasn’t immune to her display, though he knew he wasn’t the only audience she was playing for.

He’d told the class to keep their eyes on their books, but he doubted if there were not a boy, or girl, in the classroom who wasn’t watching, though their heads were bent studiously down. Yua said, “I can’t get up, Sensei. I hurt too much. Could you help me?”

He said, in warning, “Yua.” But he reached down to take her by the shoulder. She grabbed his hand in both of hers, and pulled it to her face. Her mouth opened and she took his thumb, sucking, then running her tongue slowly from the tip to the flesh of his hand. He smiled, realising he had been trapped.

That action, with her mouth on his thumb, had made him a promise. A promise of great promise. There was no doubt that she would suck his cock with great enthusiasm and skill. Of course he wanted that, and at the same time he wanted her not to have whatever she wanted. Including him.

He withdrew his thumb, now wet, and pulled her up, stopping her from pressing her body against his once she was upright. 

“Stand in the corner, Yua. Hands on head, until this class is over. It seems you need another lesson.”

“Hai, sensei.” Another lesson was fine with her. She walked, skirt swishing, to the corner, and took up her position, nose in the corner. 

He hadn’t asked her to, but she lifted her skirt, to display her pantied bottom, stripes emerging from both sides of her panties. She was enacting The Schoolgirl in Disgrace.

 She was a poor English student, but she could supplement her inadequacy at that language with other kinds of communication. Snd, he knew, she usually got what she wanted.

Still, Seamus switched his attention away from her and her challenges with something like relief. He called on one of the brighter boys to explain the passage he’d just read.The boy said, “Hai, sensei. The passage I read … It was on page 148… Ah,” Seamus realised the boy hadn’t read it, and that he was embarrassed by his own reaction to Yua’s display.

Seamus stared at him, giving him long enough to wonder if he was next to go over that chair. At last he said, “Pay attention, from now on. That was a warning.” The boy swallowed, and nodded.

He heard an amused sound from Yua, behind him. He ignored it.

Wicked Wednesday: In the Realm of the Sensei 19

The rest of that day’s class was uneventful. Yua sometimes opened her legs to flash her panties and inner thighs at him, but he ignored that. If it got worse he’d deal with it.

School life travelled smoothly for a while. In the next couple of weeks he found sometimes had to repeat the lesson, with some of the rowdier boys. At least they presented him with no temptations when they presented their backsides for the cane.

But a few weeks after the first time he’d caned her, Yua brought no homework and squirmed voluptuously, standing beside his desk. Seamus said, “Well? Homework?”

“I’m sorry, sensei. I did it, so well. But on my way to school today there was a dog. It chased me and I dropped my homework. I went back later, but …”

Seamus looked up at her, in disbelief. “The dog ate your homework?”

“Hai, sensei.”

In a way he was impressed. It was a traditional Western excuse, but not a Japanese one. She must have done at least some reading in English. But he said, “A dog did not eat your homework, Yua. I warned you about stupid excuses. Fetch a chair, and bend over it. Bottom facing the class, so they can see you being punished.”

So Yua walked to her desk, still squirming with every step, knowing he couldn’t help but watch her, picked up the chair and returned. She bent tightly over the chair. As an afterthought, she lifted her skirt above her waist, so the cane would impact across neat, modest white panties. 

Seamus gave her one hard smack across that poised target with his hand. She wiggled, knowing she was a temptation. Then he walked to the hook on the wall from which the cane hung, in warning to all his students. He lifted it, walked back and stood a little to her side. He lined the cane across Yua’s bottom, then lifted it. He turned to face the class.

They gazed, unblinking, the girls mostly at him and the boys mostly at Yua’s plumply perfect bottom. He said, “Take out your book and turn to page 148. If I see anyone watching, they’ll come up and get the same.”

There was a sudden flurry, books being removed from satchels and placed open on the desk. All eyes were on page 148.

He said, “If you disrupt lessons, if you don’t do your work, if you are insolent like this silly girl, this is what you get.” And then he swung the cane down, hard across tight panties.The sound was loud enough to make several of them wince, and even Yua gave a little grunt.

She was no longer making a performance of being caned. She knew that he knew she’d been acting. Still, she squealed when she received the fourth and sixth strokes, so he knew he was reaching her.

She’d expected to take just six strokes in front of the other students, before he gave her more in the storeroom after class.

She made a sound of genuine grief when he gave her the seventh stroke and she realised he wasn’t stopping at six. After she’d taken ten strokes, with bright red cane-lines showing at the edge of the panties, he said, “That’ll do, Yua. For now. Get up.”

Yua looked at him, still bent over. Imploring. She put her skirt back into place, disappointing some of the boys and, Seamus had to admit, him too. But she did not move.