We Always Do It For Real 23 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS PART 23 [CHAPTER XVI CONTINUED] "Like thin lines of white-hot fire," Mr Otani explained. "Like nothing you've ever experienced before. That's why you’re not to wear the nipple-clamps. I want you to enjoy the pain of each stroke on one spot of your body only. It will be enough, I promise you." He took the cane back from me and brought it down hard onto the padded seat of the chair which stood near the desk, leaving a sharp line along the cloth. My sexual excitement from the earlier whipping was still boiling inside me - the pleasure of swallowing his cum had if anything heightened it rather than satisfying me = and I felt myself on the verge of coming at once. The delicate skin of my arse and thighs began to quiver at the prospect of such thrilling punishment. I suddenly remembered where I had felt that thrill before. Mr Otani was mistaken to say that the cane would be a new experience for me. "Thank you, _sensei_," I said obediently, "I understand." He looked at me oddly as I addressed him as _sensei_, then his quick mind grasped the fantasy building in mine. "I have been a very naughty girl, _sensei_," I continued. "I deserve to be caned very hard." "Put on your panties, Megumi, and come and stand before me," he said severely. The little silvery g-string I had worn under my long black dress was just a provocation: in front a tiny transparent V matching the shape of - but hardly hiding - my neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair; behind nothing but silver threads tied round my waist and buried between the cheeks of my arse. He looked at me disapprovingly as I modestly showed myself, turning slowly before him. "You know very well that is an unsuitable garment for a schoolgirl, Megumi. Most unsuitable." "I know, _sensei_. I am sorry." "I have warned you before, Megumi, about lascivious and pert behaviour. You shall now be punished." "Yes, _sensei_. Thank you." "Go and lean over that desk." Instead of the hotel's rosewood and tooled leather inlay, I could feel only cheap, chipped wood and peeling paint against my cheek as I took up my position, my gloved hands gripping the far edge to steady myself for what was to come. At last I felt the hands of my adored, masterful _sensei_ remove my panties without my even having to beg him to do it. I almost fainted with suppressed desire at the touch of his fingers on my smooth buttocks. "Stand properly!" he barked. I quickly adjusted my immodest position: ankles and knees now primly together, arse jutting firmly upwards. "I shall now beat you," said my master. "Yes, _sensei_. Thank you." "It will take a long time and hurt you quite dreadfully. You may scream if you wish." "Thank you, _sensei_. But I do not think I want to scream." "You are an obstinate little girl, Megumi. I shall not stop beating you until you scream." "You are so good to me, _sensei_. Thank you. Perhaps if you beat me _very_ hard and for a _very_ long time I will scream for you." Suddenly I felt rather than heard the cane sizzle through the air towards me and a bolt of the most exquisite pain I had ever experienced transfixed my delighted arse. The unexpected nature of this new ecstasy was enough to tip me straight over into my longed-for orgasm. I gasped and sobbed over the desk as my whole body was consumed in pleasure, the nectar of my cunt finding its way slowly in viscous streams down the insides of my thighs. I longed to open my legs, but he had forbidden it. "Oh, more! More, _sensei_! Harder - please hurt me - I want to be punished for ever!" I begged as soon as I could make myself speak coherently again. With delicate, expert precision Mr Otani poured stroke after stroke of the cane onto my yearning body. I could feel how each line of miraculous pleasure was just a millimetre or two below the one before, as the cane burnt its glorious way down my tightly clenched arse and thighs. I began what seemed like the longest orgasm I had ever experienced - or perhaps it was an endless series of orgasms each greater than the one before, just as each kiss from the cane seemed somehow to outdo its predecessor in splendour. At last Mr Otani stopped, and tossed the cane aside to join the cat on the floor. I remained hanging onto the back of the desk, gasping and sobbing as my pleasure gradually subsided. I felt his hands gently stroking my heated bottom and thighs, tracing the slender lines the cane had inscribed. His fingers pushed up between my closed legs, and dabbled noisily in my dripping, bubbling cunt. "Do not move, Megumi." "No, _sensei_." "I have another punishment for you yet. It is a punishment I reserve for girls who show themselves to their teacher improperly dressed." "Yes, _sensei_. Thank you." "In future you will present yourself to me here every afternoon after classes have ended, raise your skirts and show me what you are wearing underneath." "Yes, _sensei_." "If what you are wearing is suitable for a schoolgirl of your age, nothing will happen to you. But if I see you in such indecent, provocative clothing again, you will be severely punished - the more indecent, the more severely. Remember that." "Thank you, _sensei_. I shall not forget." Suddenly he moved away from me. Wondering what would happen next, I lifted my head a little and looked sideways to see him apparently stroking his erect cock. I felt a moment of jealousy that he was not letting me do that for him; but as he moved and the light shone more clearly on him I saw that he was in fact coating his cock with some kind of lubricating jelly. Now I knew what was about to happen to me! My cunt and arse-hole began to spasm with excitement again, and I braced against the desk, offering myself to him joyfully. With bare feet on the carpeted floor Mr Otani came up silently behind me and, even though I was eagerly expecting it, he took me by surprise as the head of his cock began to press urgently against my anus. My arse-hole felt as if it was gasping with excitement and it was an easy matter for him to enter me by choosing the right moment in its spasms. He slid his lubricated cock up into me in one smooth movement and again I felt that glorious fullness, that complete acceptance of his beloved erection lovingly gripped in the very centre of my body. The pressure of his loins against my tender arse, still burning from the fierce kisses of his cane, added a whole new dimension to my sexual pleasure. Our experiences had excited us both so much that it was only a short while before I felt his cum begin to travel up his tightly embedded cock, and then burst wonderfully into me. When his erection had declined enough to enable him to slip easily out of me he turned me to face him, kissed me and carried me to the suite's bathroom. There he left me to clean myself, and soothe my burning arse and thighs, in cool water over the bidet while he turned on the bath-taps. Soon I was being gently washed, dried and powdered, Mr Otani's skilful hands curing the cruel welts kissed into my skin by the fierce and wonderful cane. "I didn't scream," I said happily. "No, Megumi, you were very brave." "Next time you cane me," I said drowsily, "promise not to stop till you have forced me to scream for you." "What makes you think there will be a next time?" "Now that you've taught me to love it so," I protested, "you can't be so cruel as it take it away from me!" He smiled. "I think someone taught you to love it long before I did." "Yes, someone did," I admitted. "Would you like to punish me for that?" I added hopefully. "Now, Megumi, don't be such a flirt." When he had finished petting and pampering me, Mr Otani carried me over to the enormous bed and laid me out on my back, ignoring my protests at the feel of the sheets against my still inflamed bottom. I began to arch my back, swaying from side to side as the indescribably powerful sensations sent flames flooding through me. I could not prevent my hands moving down to my pussy to stroke and probe my already wildly over-stimulated cunt, juices again soaking its wide-open petals. Mr Otani sat silently beside me, looking on while I played with myself. I know what a pretty, charming sight a naked girl can be when she is masturbating, and with a bit of my mind - I _am_ an actress, after all - I was putting on a show for him as well as pleasuring myself. It was not long before it had an effect on him. He put my hands aside and I felt him gently tonguing my pussy, licking up the thick salty juice, then hardening his tongue as he probed deeply inside me. He had trouble holding me steady against his mouth as I wriggled about on the bed in my excitement. At last he could postpone his own satisfaction no longer and entered me fully. I felt his pubic hair tangling with mine, and his heavy balls pressing against my arse. Twice he bathed my cunt in streams of creamy cum as we achieved that complete union of body and soul which only perfect and simultaneous sexual delight can give. Then, and only then, I let out a little scream, to show him how totally satisfied I was. == I could feel the staff smiling knowingly at me as next morning, still in my beautiful long evening dress, I was bowed through the grand lobby of the hotel and out into the limousine Mr Otani had ordered to take me home. I didn't mind. Poor things: they would never know what it had been given to me to know. I discreetly pulled up my wide skirt and let my still tender bottom wriggle lasciviously as the leather of the car seat pressed against it, bringing up memories. The cane, for example: now that was something I must have again, soon. I remembered that I was required to present myself to him again after class tomorrow. I would wear the teeniest, most provocative pair of cute little panties from Matsumoto-san's wardrobe, so as to guarantee myself the cruellest, most delicious beating imaginable from my adored master. How I yearned for that. "Please try to make me a good girl," I would say. "I know it is difficult. But if you whip me and cane me with all your strength, perhaps it will have some effect on me. Please try." And the next day I would come to him again, displaying myself lasciviously with nothing but a mere whisper of transparent material over the pretty, wet petals of my cunt. "I am very sorry, _sensei_. I have failed you. Only the very naughtiest girl would show herself to her _sensei_ like this, especially when you took so much trouble over punishing me yesterday. Perhaps if you punish me even more severely, as cruelly as you can, and don't stop all evening and all night, and fuck my arsehole and cunt again and again, and then cane me again harder and harder till I faint with the pleasure of it, and -" That was the way it should have been years ago when I was in love with my teacher and he beat me, guiding my emerging sexuality into the path to wondrous joy and happiness - but he had not reinforced the lesson by fucking me. Perhaps he did not want to, and I did not know how to want it and ask for it. But Mr Otani, my wonderful new teacher, was putting that right ... I was getting carried away, lost in my private fantasy of exquisite pain, of endless submission to his loving cruelty. The reality was that tomorrow he would be gone, and I would have only my memories to live on. For where could I ever find another lover to whip my ecstatic body as beautifully as Mr Otani did? And another thing: would my video audiences appreciate my new style of acting, standing there so proudly, freely and gladly accepting the delicious pain of the lash because it was my choice to do so? Or would they not find it arousing unless I was first forced into bonds and stretched immobile to receive the punishment, pretending at first to fear it and only gradually being broken to its erotic power? I would have to ask the experts at the studio. I would have to demonstrate to them the scenes I had in mind ... many times ... Oh, how I loved my firm, young body and the pleasure it gave me! Recently, as I had been developing my sensual responsiveness in new ways, I had been asking it to accept some pretty bizarre treatment - but it never let me down, uncomplainingly granting me an endless sequence of sexual delight. I thought my body deserved a bit of pampering after all it had been through last night. I promised myself a long, hot bath - I would set the hand-shower attachment to its finest needle-spray setting so that it could tickle all my most sensitive places deliciously. Then I would massage plenty of body-lotion into my skin to keep it young and fresh for my lovers' pleasure. After that I would stretch out nude on my futon mattress for some long, slow, uncomplicated masturbation. Lovely. (But how long would it take Matsumoto-san to beg from the props department a set of really vicious nipple-clamps? Could you get them small enough to wear all the time under your clothes with no one noticing? Could I even learn to sleep with them on - if I could, what marvellous dreams I might have of exquisite whippings and torments!) I pulled myself together and sat still, primly, knees together and my face impassive, as the driver took me back to my little apartment. I did so enjoy being a girl, with all these pleasures constantly available. Of course men had fun too - or I supposed they did - but they had to have it in quick bursts with nothing in between, not all the time without stopping as we girls could. It suddenly occurred to me that all the world's troubles were caused by men with nothing better to do between orgasms. [Next in Part 24: Chapter XVII: Plans for the Future] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams