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] 

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