Author: Bob Williams Title: Haruka's Education Part: Chapter 3 of 20 Universe: The Megumi Stories Summary: A young girl is prepared for a career as a Japanese sex artist Keywords: Mf, tort, ws, Japan ===== HARUKA'S EDUCATION 03 By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine CHAPTER III First Whipping I drove back to my apartment. I wasn't sorry to have the evening to myself: several editors were pressing for articles they had commissioned on new stripper lounges and the latest news of the Tokyo sex-scene. If there is one problem with my life, I sometimes think, it is finding the time to write it all up. I fixed myself some coffee and before sitting down in front of my laptop went back to the bedroom and changed into a _yukata_. I picked up Haruka's pretty thong from where she had abandoned it. It had been lying there long enough to lose most of her aroma, but there were still enough traces of her love-juice to stimulate my imagination. As I sat in my office tapping away the words flowed easily, helped along by occasional inhalations of her fragrance and gentle, slow stroking of my erection through the thin cotton of my _yukata_. I completed three assignments and e-mailed them to impatient editors, stretched, and went to the kitchen to fix something to eat and drink. When I had tidied up, I chose a new porn video from a studio specialising in BDSM and slavery themes. The storyline was a hackneyed one: two pretty girls of good family were decoyed to a secret establishment which boasted a suite of cells and torture-chambers in the basement. There they were stripped of their clothes and dressed in charming little fetish outfits consisting of black leather straps, chains, cuffs and padlocks. They were forced to service their captors with their mouths and pussies, and if they did it well were allowed to relax by pleasuring each other before an appreciative audience. Naturally they gradually came to understand how much these experiences accorded with secret desires they had never before acknowledged to themselves. There was a delightful scene in which they were obliged to take turns whipping each other and did so with growing enthusiasm: I could build on that the next day, I thought, when Haruka and my expected pupil would be sharing my own torture-chamber. Although the little scene was agreeably stimulating, I resisted the temptation to masturbate. It had been a hard day and I hoped the next day would be another. Haruka's shift at the hostess club was due to end at midnight and I did not expect her home till well after that: she was sure to have private assignations with customers which she wouldn't want to miss. So I went to bed without waiting for her to return. It was just as well I had kept some sexual capacity in reserve. Around one o'clock I woke to hear a car drive up to the building's main entrance. She'll be a while longer, I thought lazily as I dozed off again: if she's been given a ride home by someone from her club she'll want to take her time over thanking him. Twenty minutes later the bedroom door burst open and Haruka bounced in, clearly on top of the world. I switched on the bedside lamp and blinked at her in its light. She was wearing her ragged denim microskirt and her heels but was otherwise naked. "Oh, I've had a _marvellous_ evening!" she announced, making straight for the bathroom. "Wait a moment while I wash the cum off and I'll tell you all about it!" "Does it have to be now?" I asked wearily, knowing very well that it did. I heard her singing happily in the shower, and after a few minutes she was back, nude now and drying herself vigorously. "Did you come home like that?" I asked. I tried not to sound as if I disapproved - and of course I didn't. I was only concerned that Haruka's admirable desire to tease every man who looked at her by flaunting her blossoming sexuality might lead her into adventures she was not yet proficient enough to handle. On the other hand, she loved sexual exploration and the more varied the escapades she plunged into the more experienced she would become ... it was too complicated to think through at half-past one in the morning. "No, of course not!" she replied with mock indignation. "I was wearing my skirt. You saw. Anyway, two of my gentlemen looked after me and brought me home." "I heard the car." "Yes. And of course I had to thank them. That's why I had cum all over my breasts! I didn't want to get it on my top so I didn't put it on. You don't mind, do you?" "I don't mind." She giggled happily, dropped the towel and jumped into bed beside me. Her head was on my shoulder and her long hair flowed over my chest and face. It felt good and smelled good, with a combination of the floral shampoo she used and the aroma of sex. One hand went straight to my cock and began to stroke it. "Mm'mm! Nice!" she said. "Are you nearly ready for me?" I abandoned any idea of sleep. "Tell me what else you've been up to this evening and I soon will be," I said. "Well," she said, snuggling up against me, "when I arrived I went to the dressing-room of course and took my clothes off and brushed my hair so as to look my best, and I already had my nice high-heels on which you always say make you want to fuck me, so I didn't need to change and I went straight to the main bar. There weren't many people there but there were a few gentlemen who seemed pleased to see me and some of them ordered drinks and asked me to, you know, do other things for them, so that was nice." She giggled prettily again and began to tickle my balls with her long pointed fingernails in the way she knew I liked. I guessed she had found her "gentlemen" liked it too. "Of course there were quite a few other girls there too, working on the same shift as me, so a lot of the time I just went on sitting naked on my stool at the bar, swinging my legs and hoping to be wanted. After a while the place filled up and became livelier, and a few of the girls went off for private sessions with gentlemen. Nobody had asked me to do that but I knew the sort of special things they did together and was so hoping that someone would invite me! I was chatting with a gentleman who had taken the stool next to mine at the bar and was sort of looking me over the way I like because it gives me a nice tingling feeling and I had my hands behind my head pretending to straighten my hair, the way you taught me because you like the way it makes my breasts lift ... you know?" I knew all right. "And suddenly I could hear a strange sound from somewhere, a sort of high-pitched squealing mixed with regular grunts as if someone was working hard ... I didn't know what it was but in a strange way it excited me and made me shiver. So I asked the gentleman I was with and he looked at me rather strangely and said, 'You really don't know? Then I'd better show you!' "He stood up and gave me his hand as I scrambled down from my stool, then slipped his arm round my waist as we stood together. I went up on my highest tiptoes in my heels and kissed him, because I thought he would like it, and then he led me out of the main room into a separate area. His arm round my waist slipped down and his hand began to pat and stroke my bottom: it felt lovely, and in a funny way it sort of blended with the shivering and tingling the squealing and grunting sounds were arousing in me as if they somehow belonged together. Then when we got to where he was taking me I realised that it was the area I had seen before where the two tall frames stood. Like in your special room I saw earlier today." "Whipping frames," I said firmly. I pulled her on to me. It was my turn now to pat and stroke her bottom. "Ooh, yes, like that please! And yes, those sort of frames. And I saw that two of the girls who had left the main bar a while ago where standing inside the frames. Their wrists and ankles were firmly chained to the upright poles but they could still move a little. The little platforms they were standing on inside the frames were turning round slowly and pretty coloured lights were shining on them. And as they turned each of them was being whipped really hard by a gentleman, and that was making them squeal and beg, and making the gentlemen grunt with the effort each time the whips embraced them! It was so beautiful - and so exciting! You remember you whipped me a little before I left this evening?" "I remember." "And I told you about the little devil inside me who woke up and told me I would never stop wanting to be whipped like that? Well, he was there all right! Making me love what was happening to those girls and want so much to have what they were experiencing too!" "What sort of whips were the gentlemen using?" I asked, always interested in the technicalities of sadism and sexual torture. "Well, they looked a bit like the whip you used on me, with lots of lovely lashes, but they seemed to be longer and heavier and some of the lashes had knots all along their length." "Nice." "Yes! After a while one of the gentlemen dropped the whip with many lashes and one of the girls who was there watching and serving drinks handed him something else: a long whip with a single strand of thick braided leather with a loop at the end and a little shining star dangling from it - ooh, it was so beautiful! And when he started whipping her with that, oh so slowly and carefully, it was long enough to go round her several times and it must have felt marvellous because instead of just squealing she started screaming really loud and trying to say something - it sounded like 'Oh please stop ... please don't hurt me!' But she can't really have wanted him to stop, can she?" "No, of course not. She was just teasing him, making him want to whip her even harder. And teasing herself too - playing with the idea that he might stop when that was the last thing she wanted." Haruka was silent for a moment, digesting this new technique for enhancing the pleasure a loving couple can find in each other. "Yes," she said thoughtfully, "I suppose you would enjoy it even more if you pretended it wasn't going to last, even if you knew it was. Anyway, I was so thrilled! I couldn't take my eyes off her, she was so beautiful, and I was hanging on to my gentleman and burying my head in his shoulder and squirming against him, and his hand was stroking and patting my bottom again, except that he was patting me much harder, really spanking me, and my little devil inside me was giving me no peace, saying 'You want to have that! You know you do! Go on, ask for it!'" "So did you?" I asked. "I didn't have to. I realised my gentleman was saying something to me. 'Do you like that?' he murmured. 'Do you enjoy being whipped? Like they do?' And of course I had to admit that I never had been and had no idea what it felt like." I gave her bottom as big a smack as I could with the _futon_ in the way of my hand. "Naughty!" I said, "you remember perfectly well I whipped you myself before you went to work! And you loved it. You knew _exactly_ what it was going to feel like!" "Well, yes," said Haruka with a little wriggle, "but I didn't have to tell him that, did I? Much nicer for him to think that it was all new to me, don't you think? Nicer for me, too ..." "Little tease!" "Well, you know I love teasing men." "And you know very well we love it when you tease us. So long as you don't do it for long." "I _can't_ do it for long," she said, sounding almost upset about it. "I want what you want just as much as you do. More. I can't make you wait for it, that would mean making myself wait too. Anyway, my kind gentleman asked me, 'Would you like to try?' and of course I was too shy to answer at first and then didn't say yes but just asked, 'But where?' meaning that the two frames were occupied by the other girls and their gentlemen, and they were all enjoying themselves so much it didn't look as if they would want to give them up for a long, long time. So he took me back into the main bar and found a big chair for me to kneel in just as I'd done for you. I heard him say to one of the girls who was watching us, 'Get me a whip!' and she fetched one from behind the bar. One with lots of lashes like you used and with little knots tied in some of them. And then - ooh, yes! - he whipped me a few times and then stopped a few moments to ask if I was enjoying it. And I remembered what the girl in the frame had done and said 'Please don't hurt me!'" "So you knew that was just teasing!" I said, slightly annoyed that my instruction had been unnecessary. "Well, I sort of knew, if you see what I mean. Knew that it was the right thing to say, anyway. Then I wriggled more firmly into the chair and stuck my bottom out further for him to whip, and said 'Please don't hurt me!' again, but of course sticking my bottom out for him meant 'Please whip me more!' and he understood that. I expect he'd whipped lots and lots of girls before, don't you? And it began. Ohh! All over my bottom and my back and the backs of my thighs - but especially my bottom. And then he made me kneel on the carpet in front of him, and lean back with my hands holding my ankles, and he whipped my breasts and my tummy. I wasn't asking him not to hurt me then, I was just begging him to do it more and more, and harder and harder. And anyway it didn't hurt, it just felt fantastically wonderful." She stopped, and let out a long sigh of pure happiness. "Will you do that to me tomorrow, like you promised? In your special room?" "Of course." "Are you ready now?" "Yes." "So am I." I felt her soft responsive lips close over my erection. As always the inside of her mouth felt as perfect a sheath for my cock as her cunt ... more so in a way because of the skill and flexibility her throat and tongue - and even occasionally her teasing little teeth - could bring to the task of driving me to ecstasy, maddeningly holding me back, and then at last permitting me to explode deep inside her. Of course, as Haruka had told me repeatedly, she adored sucking cocks and had been doing it, and perfecting her technique, ever since she had first discovered sex (or sex had first discovered her). Her pleasure came partly from the sense of domination it gave her over the powerful male organ to which she would have to submit if she chose to let it penetrate her cunt or arse rather than her mouth. But her throat could give her orgasms just as overwhelming as those of her vagina: it was as if she had a second clitoris buried in her larynx [10]. She squirmed round till she was lying on top of me; I arranged the pillows under my head and neck and began to suck her juicy cunt, still fragrant from the shower. After a few minutes she withdrew my cock from her mouth long enough to say, "I didn't pee while I was in the bathroom." "Thank you," I said, "I'm glad you didn't." I opened my mouth wide and clamped my lips over the intricate beauty of her sexual complex: clitoris, cunt and tiny peehole. For a while yet we lay together delighting in the joy and love which oral sex above all can give. Then I felt her pelvic muscles shift and my mouth and throat were suddenly blessed with a generous flood of the warm tangy, lemon-flavoured piss which very young Japanese girls create for their discerning lovers' delight. [11] When I had swallowed it all and was sure she had no more to give me I licked her clean and began to thank her by kissing and sucking the sweet petals of her cunt. We climaxed together, and then lay for long moments still locked in that loving sixty-nine embrace which is the most perfect communion lovers' bodies can ever enjoy. At last she scrambled round and found a comfortable position with her back to me, her bottom brushing lightly against my exhausted cock. My right arm was held down by her weight but I managed to free my hand so that I could caress her breasts. My left hand slipped downwards and she opened her legs a little to let me stroke the hairless valley which only a few moments ago I had been worshipping with my kisses. Now my middle finger was tickling her sweet love-button and then sliding along her cunt-lips harvesting drops of thick nectar. "I really can't decide," I said lazily, already on the edge of sleep, "which of your mouths I like more. Of course my cock feels happy in both of them ... I love the taste of your saliva ..." somehow I was able to bring our faces together so that we could share a sloppy open-mouthed kiss "... but I love your cunt-juice too ..." I brought my left hand up to my tongue and licked the nectar from the middle finger before sending it back to find more "... and of course both your mouths are _so_ beautiful! Isn't it nice that the gods made girls with two?" I was almost overwhelmed with the pleasure of fatigue and yawned deeply. "Let's sleep now ..." "I can't sleep! I'm too excited!" "But you must rest. You'll need all your strength for tomorrow. Remember?" "Of course! I'm longing for it. That's one of the things that's keeping me awake. Perhaps I'll sleep tomorrow ..." she added vaguely. "Girls don't sleep in my torture-chamber," I said. "They're too busy screaming." "Oooh!" FOOTNOTES [10] I think a lot of girls have that gift, if their partners are thoughtful enough to help them develop it. The ?rst time I saw a medical diagram of the larynx I was struck by its similarity to the vagina. All three of a girl's love-holes can, if properly trained and used, drive her (and of course her partner) to the most extreme level of ecstasy. - B W [11] Here's a fun party game you will enjoy. Any number can play, but let's suppose there are six of you and six young girls - fully nude of course. Each girl has an empty wine bottle - bottles that have contained champagne or sparkling wine are best. The girls go into the garden or the pool area (wherever a little mess doesn't matter) and fill the bottles with their pee - opportunity for much giggling and pretty nude horseplay. Then, wearing skimpy little waitress uniforms, they carry round the bottles on trays with glasses, politely inviting you to taste the contents and try to match each variety of piss with the girl who made it. When you have successfully identi?ed a bottle, the girl becomes your slave for the rest of the evening. Great fun. Of course the waitress uniforms are optional but they make the event more stylish and may inspire you with clever ideas of how to treat your slave when you have won her. - B W [Next in Part 04: Chapter IV: The Torture-Chamber] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams Comments welcome at bobwilliams1@tiscali.co.uk