Wicked Wednesday: In the Realm of the Sensei 28


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.



Sinful Sunday: The comfy bed

The greatest scene in the history of movie-making (I’m with Noot, who said, “Oh, I am enjoying this!) is the one that ends with a zillion Scots girls pretending to be virgins, who shout, “And after the Spanking … the Oral Sex!” 

But while that’s generally a sound approach to life, you need to have just one thing intervene between the two: the comfy bed!

(Thanks as always to my model the lovely Zoë.)

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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-”   


Sinful Sunday: Life is not black and white

Keli had not, in fact, ever been spanked before. Or given commands by someone who expected her to do as she was told. She contacted me, through this fine website, to point out this tragic fact and see if I might help. 

So we talked. It turned out that she lived over seventy miles away. The rules of first meetings, in bdsm, are black and white: I gave her my details and told her to check them, and give them to a friend, and proposed that we meet for the first time in some safe public place. Then, if all went well, I could take her to my place or hers. That second rendezvous probably to be at a later date.

But Keli wasn’t interested. She gave me her address, said she was alone and that I should get there, now. It was an emergency!

So I packed a basic tool kit and drove. When I found the place (I mean her house), we were both a little on the impatient side. This photo was taken within about three minutes of our meeting for the first time.  

People don’t always act sensibly. Neither of us were. Still, sometimes, not being sensible turns out wonderfully. Like here. 


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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.


Sinful Sunday: Little Pleasures


Arethusa enjoyed a good spanking and a good flogging. But best of all was getting both, over the space of an hour or so. That sensation, the stimulation and the warmth, and the mental satisfaction of sinking into submission and knowing that nothing that happens is her choice: those things are hot, and luxurious.

But sometimes she’d cheat a bit, reach down and help herself to even more pleasure. 

The indulgent Master doesn’t mind. Just keeps those smacks coming. 


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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.   

Sinful Sunday: Submission?

The lovely Zoë, in submissive mode, and perhaps mood. 

There’s quite the pile of implements for improving the colour and temperature of her bottom, and perhaps her moral character, though in truth that can’t be improved.*

Mostly they’re hidden under her body. Perhaps she hopes I won’t see them. 

Ha! That’s the first place I’d look!

* Because of its existing excellence, I should clarify.

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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.


Sinful Sunday: The Rug

A lovely girl, especially if she is Zoe, should be:

(1) regularly spanked;

(2) loved and cherished, and have every input to make sure she knows it; and

(3) comfortable.

Sound advice from The Junior Woodchucks’ Guidebook section on Domming.