Seamus took a sip of Asuka’s pinot. Her hands and the steam from the bath had warmed it too much for it to be perfect, but he savoured it anyway. He had time: Asuka was waiting on his bed, on her back, legs up, waiting to lose her virginity.He’d decided she should have to wait a little, amd think about what was to come.

She’d be losing her vaginal virginity, at least: he’d already taken her orally and anally. But though he thought anal and vaginal sex were equally intimate, they were intimate in different ways. Anal, to him, was about surrender, possession from the inside and surrender. Vaginal was usually more emotionally tender. When people said, “they made love”, they were usually talking about penises entering vaginas.

He decided that Asuka wouldn’t want something too tender. She was enjoying her submission, so he should not let it lapse. He could be loving by the end, but first he had to make sure she felt that her place was subordinate, that she served him, and that her pain was a way of serving him but it was also irrelevant. Ideas flickered across his mind, and he became hard again. It was time.

He left the bathroom, letting her hear his tread, but he passed his bedroom door, where she waited, and went on into the kitchen, where he searched the second drawer and selected a wooden spoon. He knew she’d hear the clatter of sieves and skillets and read that sound correctly.

Asuka looked adorable, her legs up and her feet pointing, as she’d been told, at the ceiling. The underside of her bottom and her upper thighs glowed redly from his hand, his belt and the cane. She was aware that he’d arrived, he knew, but she did not move or make a sound. 

He crossed to the side of the bed so she could see him. She made no sign and though her eyes moved to watch him she did not move her head. He smiled and said, “Good dorel.”

He took her feet and swung them over toward his body. She watched, eyes widening as he brought the wooden spoon down on her soles. She made no sound for the first smacks, then pursed her mouth and drew in breath each time the spoon landed. He could see the pain in her eyes, but it was not emotional pain.

He smiled, lifted her legs a little higher and smacked her underbum with the spoon. She was stoical at first but made little cries when he continued after the first six.

“Legs apart,” he said. Asuka obeyed wordlessly, her feet now pointed at the wainscotting at the junction of the ceiling and the walls. She must be aware, Seamus thought, that her pretty kitty is just begging to be spanked. But instead he climbed onto the bed, below her, and kissed that kitty. She was a wet girl patiently waiting. He let his tongue enter her, then licked slowly upwards, stopping just short of her clitoral button.

Asuka said, “Oh!” She was trying to keep still. Her stomach muscles had tightened, to stop herself from undulating under him.

“Hold on to you thighs now. I’m going to warm you up to take me. It’ll hurt, but if you let go, then you won’t deserve to have your kitty filled. Understood?”

“Yes, dorel.” Gasping, she reached down and held her thighs spread and open for him.

Smiling, Seamus brought the spoon down on her kitty, not hard hard, and enjoyed her little sound: she had not minded that. He smacked her kitty again, still smiling. She was relaxed: this was fine with her. Then he smacked her sharply on her left inner thigh. She held on tighter: she understood now that this really was going to hurt.

He spanked both inner thighs for several minutes, creating a broad patch of reddened skin, glowing warm to his touch, on each thigh. While the wooden spoon did its work Asuka simply hung on and endured. Her cunt had released a little stream of drool, down her perineum, slowly towards her anus.

“You can let go now. But keep your legs where they are.” Asuka, engrossed in sensations at once painful and wondrous, obeyed. Seamus climbed up the bed, feeling the head of her thighs, until he was looking down at her.

She raised her head impulsively and kissed him, then held his back. Her thighs closed on his body. He savoured her warmth, and then looked directly into her eyes as his cock pressed against her lips. She gazed up at him as he pressed forward.

When the head of his cock was inside her, warmly, sweetly, wetly held, she said, “Sensei. My Sensei.” She raised her head to kiss him again, her arms holding his back. Then she let her head fall back, watching his eyes as he pressed forward into her, centimetre by centimetre, as slowly as he could manage. He hoped he felt as good to her as she did to him. At last he rested, their pubic bones pressed tight together, his cock fully inside her. She broke eye contact for a moment, drawing in her breath, savouring this new and long-denied sensation. 

Seamus kissed her throat. “Who do you belong to?”

Asuka tightened the grip of her arms and thighs. “I’m yours, Sensei. You own me. Like you own your turntable. Or your shoes. I hope you never give me away, but that’s not my choice to make. Not now.”

Seamus felt a sort of flutter in the muscles of her cunt. She was trying to hold him and please him. He assumed Chiaki or Yua had told her to do that. He pushed forward, not that they could get any closer, but he hoped she felt his yearning for more.

Then he withdrew almost all the way and slowly pressed into her again. Asuka closed her eyes then opened them again, worried she’d disobeyed, and moaned.

He slid his hands under her, holding her ass and letting her take his full weight. And together they danced. After a time he pulled out of her and rolled her over, then made her get up on all fours so he could ride her doggy-style and smack the sides of her bottom while he took her. She made happy sounds, “ayayayayayayayay,” but had no words. She came then, still noisy, and he had to hold himself back.

He knew he couldn’t last much longer. He withdrew again and rolled her onto her backn, and reconnected, now holding some of his weight on his elbows. He sped up, and it was clear she could see from his face that he was close. She came again, and he let himself finish, spurting deep and roaring like he’d once heard the lions do, fucking at night at the Birmingham zoo.

They lay together for a long time. It was Asuka who moved first, stroking down his spine and kissing him. “Oh Sensei.”

“Girl. Asuka. My dorel.”

Asuka said, “I’m going to make you dinner now.”

“No. I’m hungry, but I’ll cook.”

“You have a dorel now, Sensei. I cook. And you must be tired.”

Seamus laughed. “Oh, all right. But I don’t keep a dorel to do the cooking. Or clean the house. We do that together.”

“As Sensei says.” She grinned at him. But he knew he still hadn’t won that argument. But they cuddled and said loving things, and Seamus slowly went soft again.

She got out of bed and walked, still naked and well marked, out of his – or was it their? – bedroom.