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“Yes…”, I say trembling. “Yes what?” you ask with that nasty laddish voice. “Yes, sensei!”, I add after a moment of hesitation. This is wrong, you cannot strip me of my title as you already did with my clothes. Yet, you did it and now I cannot think of myself as a “sensei” anymore. I liked you, my most talented student, so strong and…handsome despite the young age. But I’ve always felt your arrogance unbearable. Why did I invite you over? I was just trying to be nice or….it doesn’t matter. I feel the floor slippery under my hands, memories of the brief but intense battle just consumed. A battle of pain and fear for me, one that I miserably lost. The moment that you said those words about me being weaker because woman…well, I should have kept my mouth sealed. When you took off your shirt and we began our confrontation I got the mistake, but it was too late.
Horrified, I look at the couch where you’ve just spanked me. We both know that I will do whatever necessary to not go there again. “Don’t move…say that you’re sorry…”. Why do you do this? Haven’t you humiliated me enough? My position is telling as my words: “I’m really sorry…I beg your forgiveness”. “Ok, good. From now on I am the master and you’re the student”. I don’t reply but a tear silently joins the sweating on the ground. “Come here then…” you command. I turn and come to you on my knees. I know what you are asking for and, surprisingly, I want that too.

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“Yes…”, I say trembling. “Yes what?” you ask with that nasty laddish voice. “Yes, sensei!”, I add after a moment of hesitation. This is wrong, you cannot strip me of my title as you already did with my clothes. Yet, you did it and now I cannot think of myself as a “sensei” anymore. I liked you, my most talented student, so strong and…handsome despite the young age. But I’ve always felt your arrogance unbearable. Why did I invite you over? I was just trying to be nice or….it doesn’t matter. I feel the floor slippery under my hands, memories of the brief but intense battle just consumed. A battle of pain and fear for me, one that I miserably lost. The moment that you said those words about me being weaker because woman…well, I should have kept my mouth sealed. When you took off your shirt and we began our confrontation I got the mistake, but it was too late.
Horrified, I look at the couch where you’ve just spanked me. We both know that I will do whatever necessary to not go there again. “Don’t move…say that you’re sorry…”. Why do you do this? Haven’t you humiliated me enough? My position is telling as my words: “I’m really sorry…I beg your forgiveness”. “Ok, good. From now on I am the master and you’re the student”. I don’t reply but a tear silently joins the sweating on the ground. “Come here then…” you command. I turn and come to you on my knees. I know what you are asking for and, surprisingly, I want that too.