Miss Oh Learns Obedience
Chapter 1

Copyright© 2017 by harry lime

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Step daughter is ready to start her business career and shows respect to family duty in matters of nocturnal training.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Mult   Consensual   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Humiliation   Light Bond   Spanking   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   Exhibitionism   Oral Sex   Petting   Safe Sex   Sex Toys   Squirting   Voyeurism   Hairy   Small Breasts  

This is my first attempt to write one of my silly little stories in the American language. Please to excuse my mistake with such difficult grammar.

Forgive me that I spend so much time looking in my grandmother’s mirror at my not perfect face and even down low at my budding, eighteen year old body. My unhappy mother pulls my hair with her grown-up arm when she sees my shameful need to find some place of beauty on my unworthy female flesh. My older brother Hiro tells me,

“Don’t worry, little sister Oh, I think you have a nice cunt, even if it so dense with hair and you have already started your big girl business that seems so nasty.”

I have such good feelings to my step-brother Hiro that I never hesitate to take him in my hand or rub him with my stocking covered foot under the eating table in the middle of the room. I know I would be, how do you say, embarrassed, to let others know of my sinful actions, but I want Hiro to know I love him even though I am only a lowly adopted girl from a parentless family far in the interior.

It is no secret to my hidden heart that I would be terribly lonely if I did not have Hiro and my sometimes drunken step-father to console me at night. I would often close my eyes on my solitary mattress in the dark corner without any lamp to light my travels to the bottomless hole and make my water in the middle of the night. I hide my head in the soft silk pillow and wait for one of them to relieve me of my loneliness with their manly limbs and passionate hardness.

I keep my eyes closed nice and tight at those special times.

I am far too afraid and ashamed to actually look at my hero saviors because I am so unworthy and undeserving of their valued attention. It gives me great pride to receive their wet presents on my skin or inside my wet and ready mouth. I listen carefully each and every moment for the steady sound of my mother’s snoring to confirm she is in the wonderful land of rest and peace and is not a witness to my shameful attempts to reward her husband and her son with my humble sacrifice to duty.

I know my inglorious hairy cunt and my budding breasts are not preferred by men of distinction, but I do have an enthusiastic way of compensating for my faults by vigorous contortions considered to be of high sensual intensity and crudely described as hot.

My older sister, Miss Yoko had been sent to a residence in the city where she learned the consummate role of a companion for businessmen too dedicated to their company to take time for a romantic time-consuming relationship. They usually came right to the moment of truth and left her with no option other than to spread her knees in face-saving compliance with the urge for instant gratification. Soon, Yoko became convinced her role as a satisfier of masculine needs was not as disconcerting as other less satisfying relationships in the male-dominated society. In fact, she was becoming accustomed to the frenzied coupling with desperate young men in search of the ultimate tingle of their inexperienced young lives.

She would sleep next to me in her bed explaining the rules and regulations she had to follow to professionally service the young businessmen and I marveled at her patience in offering her well-trained cunt to this worthwhile service and postponing her natural instinct to find a suitable husband for a normal role as a housewife and mother.

My sister Yoko showed me her favorite strange positions for coupling.

Then, she made me agree take spankings and some disciplinary corrections to acquaint me with the power of providing a submissive role play attitude appropriate for my age and lack of experience. Yoko assured me that the average cunt chaser out on the prowl for available pussy to add to his resume of females mounted on his wall of shame would expect my complete compliance with his need for instantaneous gratification.

I came to realize early on that the training I received from my stepfather and my stepbrother would prove valuable to me in meeting the expectations of the business world and I accelerated my degree of degradation under their guidance to insure I would be ready for my first intern job after graduation.

My first actual job was at a television station located in a brand-new glass and steel building nestled delicately between two huge buildings of centuries old stone carved from quarries that relied solely on manual labor. My early childhood teacher assured us that none of the workers were actually slaves like the false Western textbooks suggested in exaggerated denial of Japanese superiority.

My sister gently told me to keep an open mind.

I am not certain what she meant but I suspected she doubted the veracity of the official accounts.

She whispered in my ear that most of the foreign female workers at her relaxation training Spa were truly slaves because they were sold by their parents into servitude because there was no food in their land and many poor people were starving. My grandmother remembered those years of famine in our own country and told us,

“Never throw away a single morsel of food or nourishment because there are always people starving somewhere under the light of our God serving sun.”

I trusted my sister and respected her as my elder. At least until the time I saw her on her knees ministering to the foreign devils visiting the Hitachi plant right next to her Spa. All the girls in the Spa were called to duty for that assignment and they chattered and laughed knowing that the visitors vastly outnumbered them and it was a monumental task. I volunteered to help out but the boss lady told me I was too young and would have to wait at least another summer before furnishing knee service for extra cash. I was crestfallen, but understood our strict code of conduct and complimented her for her devotion to duty.

It was only a few months later that I graduated and joined the ranks of female interns at our foremost television station. The station broadcast around the clock and could be received even beyond the borders of our freedom-loving country spreading the words of truth to happy listeners.

My boss was a former military man and was married with no less than four healthy children.

His name was Mister Tanaka and he was the most attractive man I had ever seen in my whole life. Sometimes, he was mistaken for a famous actor from Tokyo. That actor was well-known for having a huge stock of female followers and was often seen in the company of foreign females from Hollywood and Paris. Mister Tanaka on the other hand was actually a shy person and never approached any female without being introduced first by a mutual friend.

He did speak to me directly because I was under his supervision and it was a necessary part of our relationship. He never used my familiar name and addressed me in his role as a superior to a subordinate in proper tone of voice at all times.

I must confess that I often stood in front of him with my French undies thankfully hidden under my regulation short length skirt. I was shamefully soaking wet with my dirty thoughts of him ravishing me behind his locked private office door. Of course, I knew with certainty that he would never resort to such foolishness on company time because of his dedication to the success of the company.

My first few months were uneventful with the exception that I was caught taking an unauthorized shortcut in securing necessary supplies by bribing the storeroom clerk with my best on my knees performance and allowing him to fondle my sensitive nipples underneath my perfectly pressed linen blouse. I had thought it was a win-win situation with all parties getting what they wanted and nobody losing anything.

Unfortunately, my rival for the intern of the quarter award informed on me behind my back and I was called into Mister Tanaka’s office for a review of my unusual procurement efforts.

I stood at stiff attention in front of his desk and listened to him give me a summarized report of my illegal activities in behalf of eliminating unnecessary red tape and making the system run much more smoothly. I know that I must have been blushing with embarrassment over my obvious errors in judgement and I kept my eyes focused on his picture of his petite little wife and the four adorable children centered on his desk in prominent display. I was so jealous of that sweet looking petite housewife that I wanted to throw the photo out the window. Of course, I kept silent and bowed with humility knowing that some sort of punishment would be my reward in a matter of only minutes.

“Miss Oh, it grieves me to inform you that I must administer no less than twenty swats with the punishment cane to teach you the value of obedience in all company matters.”

The reality of receiving twenty strokes of the dangerously thin switch was like a glass of cold water thrown right into my startled face.

“Will it be you punishing me, Sir?”

My boss looked at me with a contemplative look and reached up on the wall and took down a mean-looking black cane with an ornate handle in the shape of a miniature fist and ran his impressive fingers up and down the length like a lover looking for that sweet spot that would hurt the most.

I knew right away that he was experiencing a great deal of pleasure from my submission and I started getting those little waves of joy at the base of my spine that reached right down into already wet female parts and right up inside my tight little rear door. I had felt the humiliation and pain of family cane punishment many times but never with a professional looking tool like the one in Mister Tanaka’s firm hands.

My heart was beating fast and I suddenly felt a little dizzy knowing that I might disgrace myself by pleading for mercy, when I knew I deserved every last swing of the nasty little cane.

I heard his endearing voice as if from a great distance and yet I was fully aware that he was standing only inches from my trembling body.

He cleared his throat and gave me my final instructions.

“Up to the edge of my desk, Miss Oh and place your wrists in the straps right there on the other side.”

I did it immediately and heard the distinctive sound of the straps being locked down snugly around my delicate wrists. Fortunately, they were well-padded and I knew I would have no marks of my embarrassing experience to cast shame on my illegal activities. I knew the same could not be said of my humble backside that would most certainly carry the marks of my disgrace for quite some time.

I found that my face was right up next to his wife’s portrait and I hissed out my envious hatred for her honored position.

“I hope you are forced to take it in your silly bottom like some street girl with too much sake in her belly. Let it be an ugly criminal with bad breath and a nasty habit of pulling a good girl’s hair.”

Of course, I said it low enough that my beloved boss could not hear me curse his wife with my shameful spite.

“Now let’s get your skirt up into your waistband and get those sinful panties down along with your control top panty-hose.”

I shuddered knowing his beautiful hands would be exposing my unworthy flanks to full view and he would likely test my weak points to see the best places to apply the stinging cane.

Just before he gave me my first blow, he spread my quivering cheeks and pushed the fisted shaft of the cane end up into my tight little star and looked into my eyes for my reaction. I pretended that it was of no consequence, but deep inside, I felt the intense shame of knowing I fully enjoyed the depraved stretching of my anal passageway and was unable to stem the release of my female juices onto the top of his desk like some love-starved bad girl with no sense of shame for my many transgressions.

Mister Tanaka spanked both of my yielding cheeks with his authoritative hands and I knew it was nothing in comparison to what was coming in the next few minutes.

We managed to make it all the way up to number twelve before I had the irresistible urge to sob and scream like a silly schoolgirl. I knew right away that was what Mister Tanaka was waiting for and I let him have the full benefit of my vociferous response for every blow after that one.

There was no doubt on my part that I would be unable to properly sit and relax for several days and I sobbed pathetically on the desktop as he applied generous gobs of soothing salve on my tortured cheeks.

We got me back into presentable condition and he allowed me to leave with the instruction that I should not share my experience with any of the other employees because it was strictly between him as my guide and me as the pupil learning the value of obedience.

I admitted to my giggling sister later that I had fully enjoyed the experience and she softly spooned my bottom like a best friend with only my soothing comfort on her mind.

MISS OH LEARNS OBEDIENCE

This is my first attempt to write one of my silly little stories in the American language. Please to excuse my mistake with such difficult grammar.

Forgive me that I spend so much time looking in my grandmother’s mirror at my not perfect face and even down low at my budding, eighteen year old body. My unhappy mother pulls my hair with her grown-up arm when she sees my shameful need to find some place of beauty on my unworthy female flesh. My older brother Hiro tells me,

“Don’t worry, little sister Oh, I think you have a nice cunt, even if it so dense with hair and you have already started your big girl business that seems so nasty.”

I have such good feelings to my step-brother Hiro that I never hesitate to take him in my hand or rub him with my stocking covered foot under the eating table in the middle of the room. I know I would be, how do you say, embarrassed, to let others know of my sinful actions, but I want Hiro to know I love him even though I am only a lowly adopted girl from a parentless family far in the interior.

It is no secret to my hidden heart that I would be terribly lonely if I did not have Hiro and my sometimes drunken step-father to console me at night. I would often close my eyes on my solitary mattress in the dark corner without any lamp to light my travels to the bottomless hole and make my water in the middle of the night. I hide my head in the soft silk pillow and wait for one of them to relieve me of my loneliness with their manly limbs and passionate hardness.

I keep my eyes closed nice and tight at those special times.

I am far too afraid and ashamed to actually look at my hero saviors because I am so unworthy and undeserving of their valued attention. It gives me great pride to receive their wet presents on my skin or inside my wet and ready mouth. I listen carefully each and every moment for the steady sound of my mother’s snoring to confirm she is in the wonderful land of rest and peace and is not a witness to my shameful attempts to reward her husband and her son with my humble sacrifice to duty.

I know my inglorious hairy cunt and my budding breasts are not preferred by men of distinction, but I do have an enthusiastic way of compensating for my faults by vigorous contortions considered to be of high sensual intensity and crudely described as hot.

My older sister, Miss Yoko had been sent to a residence in the city where she learned the consummate role of a companion for businessmen too dedicated to their company to take time for a romantic time-consuming relationship. They usually came right to the moment of truth and left her with no option other than to spread her knees in face-saving compliance with the urge for instant gratification. Soon, Yoko became convinced her role as a satisfier of masculine needs was not as disconcerting as other less satisfying relationships in the male-dominated society. In fact, she was becoming accustomed to the frenzied coupling with desperate young men in search of the ultimate tingle of their inexperienced young lives.

She would sleep next to me in her bed explaining the rules and regulations she had to follow to professionally service the young businessmen and I marveled at her patience in offering her well-trained cunt to this worthwhile service and postponing her natural instinct to find a suitable husband for a normal role as a housewife and mother.

My sister Yoko showed me her favorite strange positions for coupling.

Then, she made me agree take spankings and some disciplinary corrections to acquaint me with the power of providing a submissive role play attitude appropriate for my age and lack of experience. Yoko assured me that the average cunt chaser out on the prowl for available pussy to add to his resume of females mounted on his wall of shame would expect my complete compliance with his need for instantaneous gratification.

I came to realize early on that the training I received from my stepfather and my stepbrother would prove valuable to me in meeting the expectations of the business world and I accelerated my degree of degradation under their guidance to insure I would be ready for my first intern job after graduation.

My first actual job was at a television station located in a brand-new glass and steel building nestled delicately between two huge buildings of centuries old stone carved from quarries that relied solely on manual labor. My early childhood teacher assured us that none of the workers were actually slaves like the false Western textbooks suggested in exaggerated denial of Japanese superiority.

My sister gently told me to keep an open mind.

I am not certain what she meant but I suspected she doubted the veracity of the official accounts.

She whispered in my ear that most of the foreign female workers at her relaxation training Spa were truly slaves because they were sold by their parents into servitude because there was no food in their land and many poor people were starving. My grandmother remembered those years of famine in our own country and told us,

“Never throw away a single morsel of food or nourishment because there are always people starving somewhere under the light of our God serving sun.”

I trusted my sister and respected her as my elder. At least until the time I saw her on her knees ministering to the foreign devils visiting the Hitachi plant right next to her Spa. All the girls in the Spa were called to duty for that assignment and they chattered and laughed knowing that the visitors vastly outnumbered them and it was a monumental task. I volunteered to help out but the boss lady told me I was too young and would have to wait at least another summer before furnishing knee service for extra cash. I was crestfallen, but understood our strict code of conduct and complimented her for her devotion to duty.

It was only a few months later that I graduated and joined the ranks of female interns at our foremost television station. The station broadcast around the clock and could be received even beyond the borders of our freedom-loving country spreading the words of truth to happy listeners.

My boss was a former military man and was married with no less than four healthy children.

His name was Mister Tanaka and he was the most attractive man I had ever seen in my whole life. Sometimes, he was mistaken for a famous actor from Tokyo. That actor was well-known for having a huge stock of female followers and was often seen in the company of foreign females from Hollywood and Paris. Mister Tanaka on the other hand was actually a shy person and never approached any female without being introduced first by a mutual friend.

He did speak to me directly because I was under his supervision and it was a necessary part of our relationship. He never used my familiar name and addressed me in his role as a superior to a subordinate in proper tone of voice at all times.

I must confess that I often stood in front of him with my French undies thankfully hidden under my regulation short length skirt. I was shamefully soaking wet with my dirty thoughts of him ravishing me behind his locked private office door. Of course, I knew with certainty that he would never resort to such foolishness on company time because of his dedication to the success of the company.

My first few months were uneventful with the exception that I was caught taking an unauthorized shortcut in securing necessary supplies by bribing the storeroom clerk with my best on my knees performance and allowing him to fondle my sensitive nipples underneath my perfectly pressed linen blouse. I had thought it was a win-win situation with all parties getting what they wanted and nobody losing anything.

Unfortunately, my rival for the intern of the quarter award informed on me behind my back and I was called into Mister Tanaka’s office for a review of my unusual procurement efforts.

I stood at stiff attention in front of his desk and listened to him give me a summarized report of my illegal activities in behalf of eliminating unnecessary red tape and making the system run much more smoothly. I know that I must have been blushing with embarrassment over my obvious errors in judgement and I kept my eyes focused on his picture of his petite little wife and the four adorable children centered on his desk in prominent display. I was so jealous of that sweet looking petite housewife that I wanted to throw the photo out the window. Of course, I kept silent and bowed with humility knowing that some sort of punishment would be my reward in a matter of only minutes.

“Miss Oh, it grieves me to inform you that I must administer no less than twenty swats with the punishment cane to teach you the value of obedience in all company matters.”

The reality of receiving twenty strokes of the dangerously thin switch was like a glass of cold water thrown right into my startled face.

“Will it be you punishing me, Sir?”

My boss looked at me with a contemplative look and reached up on the wall and took down a mean-looking black cane with an ornate handle in the shape of a miniature fist and ran his impressive fingers up and down the length like a lover looking for that sweet spot that would hurt the most.

I knew right away that he was experiencing a great deal of pleasure from my submission and I started getting those little waves of joy at the base of my spine that reached right down into already wet female parts and right up inside my tight little rear door. I had felt the humiliation and pain of family cane punishment many times but never with a professional looking tool like the one in Mister Tanaka’s firm hands.

My heart was beating fast and I suddenly felt a little dizzy knowing that I might disgrace myself by pleading for mercy, when I knew I deserved every last swing of the nasty little cane.

I heard his endearing voice as if from a great distance and yet I was fully aware that he was standing only inches from my trembling body.

He cleared his throat and gave me my final instructions.

“Up to the edge of my desk, Miss Oh and place your wrists in the straps right there on the other side.”

I did it immediately and heard the distinctive sound of the straps being locked down snugly around my delicate wrists. Fortunately, they were well-padded and I knew I would have no marks of my embarrassing experience to cast shame on my illegal activities. I knew the same could not be said of my humble backside that would most certainly carry the marks of my disgrace for quite some time.

I found that my face was right up next to his wife’s portrait and I hissed out my envious hatred for her honored position.

“I hope you are forced to take it in your silly bottom like some street girl with too much sake in her belly. Let it be an ugly criminal with bad breath and a nasty habit of pulling a good girl’s hair.”

Of course, I said it low enough that my beloved boss could not hear me curse his wife with my shameful spite.

“Now let’s get your skirt up into your waistband and get those sinful panties down along with your control top panty-hose.”

I shuddered knowing his beautiful hands would be exposing my unworthy flanks to full view and he would likely test my weak points to see the best places to apply the stinging cane.

Just before he gave me my first blow, he spread my quivering cheeks and pushed the fisted shaft of the cane end up into my tight little star and looked into my eyes for my reaction. I pretended that it was of no consequence, but deep inside, I felt the intense shame of knowing I fully enjoyed the depraved stretching of my anal passageway and was unable to stem the release of my female juices onto the top of his desk like some love-starved bad girl with no sense of shame for my many transgressions.

Mister Tanaka spanked both of my yielding cheeks with his authoritative hands and I knew it was nothing in comparison to what was coming in the next few minutes.

We managed to make it all the way up to number twelve before I had the irresistible urge to sob and scream like a silly schoolgirl. I knew right away that was what Mister Tanaka was waiting for and I let him have the full benefit of my vociferous response for every blow after that one.

There was no doubt on my part that I would be unable to properly sit and relax for several days and I sobbed pathetically on the desktop as he applied generous gobs of soothing salve on my tortured cheeks.

We got me back into presentable condition and he allowed me to leave with the instruction that I should not share my experience with any of the other employees because it was strictly between him as my guide and me as the pupil learning the value of obedience.

I admitted to my giggling sister later that I had fully enjoyed the experience and she softly spooned my bottom like a best friend with only my soothing comfort on her mind.

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