Kotonoha arrived on the roof.
Makoto was already waiting for her, which was unusual.
She walked up to him and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.
Makoto grabbed her butt and forced her higher up.
They kissed for a while before she had to stop to catch her breath.
"I couldn't focus all morning," he said.
She touched his crotch. "All hard already?"
"Uhu." He kissed her again. Harder than usual.
"You can't wait until after lunch?" she asked.
"Probably not," he confessed.
"But aren't you hungry as well?"
"I'll eat during it then," he said.
"Okay then."
She took out his lunch box from her bag and handed it to him.
Makoto sat down on the bench and watched as she stripped down until she was naked (safe for her thigh-high socks). Kotonoha carefully folded her clothes and then knelt on top of the pile.
She leaned forward and took out his already hard cock.
"May I pleasure you with my mouth please?" she asked.
"You may."
Kotonoha smiled. "Itadakimasu."
She got to work.
"Itadakimasu," he repeated.
Makoto opened the lunch box and started eating.
"You're improving," he noted.
"Are you referring to my cooking or my blowjobs?"
"Both."
"Thanks." Kotonoha continued to suck him off.
"Practise makes perfect I guess."
She had actually practised both at home as well. In the evening, she had tried cooking some simple dishes for herself. She had also used the back of her toothbrush to train her throat so she could take him deeper. Kotonoha had done this almost every day, and it had payed off.
Today was Friday. Since Monday, she had made lunch for them every day and given him his 'dessert' afterwards. Today was the first day he couldn't wait until after lunch though.
Kotonoha was hungry too, but she focused on him. She could eat later.
"By the way," Makoto said. "I'm in the committee now."
"You are?" she got off his cock and licked his balls for a while.
"Tanaka broke his leg," Makoto explained. "So I'm replacing him."
"So we're together then?"
"Yeah. That will be fun."
She moved back up and started bobbing her head on his cock again.
"Hm." He rubbed her hair. "You can touch for a bit."
Kotonoha smiled. "Thank you. Everywhere?"
"Go ahead. But take it slow. Don't get carried away."
"Okay."
She put her right hand between her legs and softly rubbed her pussy lips. Her other hand worked her breasts.
Makoto-kun wouldn't always let her touch herself. He had allowed her to touch on Tuesday, but she had gotten carried away and her performance dropped. So Makoto-kun had told her to stop immediately and focus back on him. She hadn't been allowed to touch again until Wednesday evening (she had come over to his house then), and she could only touch her breasts that night.
On Thursday, she had been allowed to touch fully again. Kotonoha had asked him to pace her that day which allowed her to focus without worrying and cum herself.
She knew she could cum if she asked him again. If Makoto grabbed her hair and took control, she could focus on herself without trouble, but she felt bad about that. Kotonoha was supposed to take care of him, asking Makoto-kun to take over so she could cum herself was very selfish.
She should be making him cum by her own efforts, he shouldn't have to do it himself. Unless he really wanted to of course, but even then she shouldn't immediately go back to thinking about herself and her own orgasm.
"Go faster," he said. "I'm getting close."
She mumbled an okay and sped up. Her hands kept their leisure pacing however. She had to stay focused on him.
Makoto stood up.
"Where do you want it?" he asked.
Kotonoha usually wanted it in her mouth, but today she wanted something else.
"On my chest," she said.
He grinned. "Okay."
They moved to tit fucking.
Not long after, he orgasmed.
The first spurt was high enough to reach her chin, but the rest was all on her tits.
She rubbed it around with her hands.
"Hey," he said. "You're not done yet."
"Sorry."
She took him back in her mouth and cleaned him off with her tongue.
When he was satisfied, she let it slip out of her mouth and got back up.
Kotonoha took out a tissue from her bag to clean up, ate a breath mint and then got dressed again.
She sat down on the bench and took out her own lunch box.
"What's wrong?" Makoto asked. "Sorry, I didn't let you eat first. I was just-"
"No, no," she quickly said. "Don't apologise. You couldn't wait, that's okay. It's a compliment, isn't it?"
He smiled. "Yeah, it is. You're so hot I can't wait," he said. "But you look like something is bothering you."
"It's a bit silly."
"Tell me?"
"Do I say itadakimasu again?"
He started laughing. "Seriously?"
"What? I already said it, so does it still count? How long before you actually start eating can you say it?"
"Well if you're unsure you can just say it again."
"But don't the two cancel out then?"
"Well just say it twice then."
"That's a great idea. You're amazing, Makoto-kun."
"I know."
She said it twice and then started eating.
Makoto continued eating as well. He has only been halfway his meal before he had to stop to cover her chest in his cum.
This time, he finished it all. She was clearly improving her cooking skills.
"Oh, by the way," she said. "I called the woman for the dancing lessons. We can go on Sunday. If you're free."
"Yeah, I'm free."
It was silent for a moment.
"So," he said. "How is your…"
"Ye, Makoto-kun. You said you'd give me as much time as I needed."
"That doesn't mean I can't ask how far you are."
"I'm working on it."
"Okay. Glad to hear that."
She had been working on it a lot actually. Almost every night (save for Wednesday when she had slept over), she had practised dance moves in front of the mirror and searched for suitable music. She had also looked up various articles with tips on how to strip and browsed around for clothes.
He checked the time on his phone. "Lunch break is almost over."
"Oh, that's right," she suddenly said. "I forgot something."
She opened her bag and took out something. The shirt he had left with her last week.
"Oh, I had totally forgotten about that."
"Me as well," she lied.
Actually she had been sleeping with it every night, but by now, Makoto's smell was gone. And she was taking things a bit too far with holding it for a full week.
Makoto put the shirt in his bag.
The bell rang.
"I'll see you after school, okay?"
"Uhu."
They kissed each other goodbye and went to their classes.
After school, they went home together.
"I'll ask my dad tonight if you can come over another time," Kotonoha said on the train. She had been stalling this for too long.
"Then I'll call you tonight to hear how it went okay?"
"Okay."
Her phone rang. She picked up without looking at the caller ID.
"Makoto-kun?"
[Nope, sorry to disappoint you.]
"Sekai? Sorry. I just… I expected Makoto-kun."
[I see. How are things between you?]
"Really good. But you already knew that, don't you?"
[Yeah. Makoto is in a good mood lately. He can't stop talking about you.]
"So uhm, what does he say then?" She tried to sound casually.
[All kinds of interesting things,] Sekai teased her.
Kotonoha blushed. "That's private."
[What's private? So you have done it then?]
"Wait a second, he didn't tell you anything, did he?"
[He did. And now you've told me a lot more,] Sekai said.
"I didn't say anything."
[But your embarrassed tone says enough. Which is it Kotonoha? It can't be actual sex, he'd tell me that. Did he touch your breasts?]
"We are far beyond that," Kotonoha shot back. "But I guess for a virgin like you, having a boy touch your breasts would be huge."
[Yikes. I don't like the confident Kotonoha.]
"Too bad for you."
[I'm happy for you, Kotonoha. You two are a lovely couple.]
She blushed. "Thanks. So uhm, why did you call me?"
[Well it is about breasts, actually.]
"Come again?"
[I uhm… I need a new bra.]
"Oh. You're still growing?"
[I am,] Sekai said with some pride in her voice. [Just wait and see. I'll catch up to you.]
"Sure, sure."
[So, are you free for a shopping trip tomorrow? I could use some help. And you're the expert on large breasts.]
Kotonoha smiled. "Well I'd love to help you out, but I have to ask Makoto-kun first."
[You have to ask him?]
"Well maybe Makoto-kun wants to go on a date or something tomorrow."
[So that's more important than me?] Sekai asked.
"Obviously."
[Shall I go ask permission to borrow you for a day?]
"Please do. Oh, wait, never mind, he'll call me tonight anyway."
Sekai was quiet for a moment. [Uhm, Kotonoha?]
"Hm?"
[Never mind. Call me back after you've asked Makoto-kun, okay?]
"Okay."
She hung up.
That was weird. Sekai had sounded concerned near the end.
Fifteen minutes later, Makoto-kun called her.
[How are you, gorgeous?] he asked.
"I'm fine. I asked my dad." She couldn't wait to tell him.
[And?]
"He invites you to go to dinner with us, next week."
[Sounds fun.]
"Uhm, do you have a costume by any chance? Cause the restaurant is… well, it's pretty fancy."
[Ye, are telling me what to wear?]
"Let's make it a trade," she suggested. "What do you want me to wear?"
[I think you know.]
"Makoto-kun. I can't go naked to a restaurant."
He chuckled. [I was gonna say your red dress actually.]
"Oh."
[But I understand your perverted mind goes on tangents quickly.]
"This is all your fault," she argued. "You made me like this."
[I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not.]
"Uhum, so, my red dress then?"
[And a bra. You can pick which one.]
"How nice of you to let me pick my own underwear," she said sarcastically.
[Your bra,] he corrected her. [I didn't say anything about panties.]
"I can't go out without panties."
[Why not? They'd notice if you weren't wearing a bra because of the straps, but no one would ever notice you're not wearing panties.]
"Yes, but…"
[You pick my outfit, so I can pick yours, that was the deal.]
"Well I could tell you to wear no boxers then."
[You could. But I don't think you will.]
He was right about that, unfortunately. "Can I wear shoes at least?"
[Yes, heels.]
"Thanks," she said dryly.
[Oh, and I want you to put your hair up. That's also part of your outfit.]
She sighed. "Makoto-kun. You…"
[What's wrong?]
"I'm not your little plaything," she said, very serious. "You can't just order me around to do whatever you want."
[I can't?]
"Makoto-kun."
[Look, I don't know what the problem is. You're telling me what to wear but I can't tell you?]
"There's a difference. I'm telling you what to wear because my dad will be there and I want you to impress him. If he doesn't approve of you, he'll be annoying all the time. You on the other hand want me to dress up for your viewing pleasure."
She felt very strange.
Why was she arguing about this?
[It's entirely up to you,] he said calmly. [If you don't want to put in the effort…]
"I didn't say that."
[Yes you did. Clearly you don't understand the situation here. You asked me to come to dinner with your dad. Do I get anything out of that?]
"Well… that…"
[Exactly. Don't act like it's no big deal. You're asking me to do a very stressful thing. From what I've seen so far, it looks like your dad is gonna do a complete interrogation. And no matter what, he's not gonna like me.]
"Well, when you became my boyfriend you kinda accepted my family as well."
[That's absurd. I'm in love with you, your dad has no business with this. You are old and wise enough to make your own decisions, I don't need his approval.]
She said nothing.
[So instead of going somewhere fun with you, you want to go to dinner with your family. And you know what? That's okay. I respect your decision. I understand that your family is important to you. But I want you to understand I'm doing this for you, not because I want to. But how do you think it makes me feel if I do something like this for you, yet you won't do this tiny little thing for me?]
"It's not tiny," she argued.
[How so? That dress is your favorite, you said it yourself.]
She said nothing.
[Didn't you?] he pressed on.
"Well, yes, I did."
[And I presume you've worn heels before?]
"Yes."
[So there's no reason why you can't do it again then. You've worked on your hair for normal dates as well, haven't you?]
"Of course. But you said I couldn't wear panties."
[And that is a problem how?]
"It's embarrassing."
[Yes, because we'd get to the point where you have to lift up your dress and show everyone,] he said sarcastically. [No one will know except for me. And you've been naked for me every day this week. Sometimes more than once per day. You've masturbated in front of me and you're practising to give a striptease. But wearing a dress without panties is too much?]
"Well, I guess, if you break it all down like that, it doesn't sound like a big deal."
[That's because it is no big deal, Kotonoha. You're just blowing it up way out of proportion, like you always do.]
"Well maybe I overreact sometimes, but…"
[Not this time? How would you even know that, Kotonoha? If you could tell you're overreacting, you wouldn't do it, right? Or are you doing it on purpose?]
"Of course not."
[So you can't know unless I tell you. Well I'm telling you now: you're overreacting.]
"But…"
[It's okay, Kotonoha. It's no big deal. Just acknowledge your mistake and apologise.]
"But…"
[I'm waiting.]
"No!" She was suddenly very angry. "You're insane."
[Hey, hey, calm down.]
"I'm not overreacting!"
[I can tell,] he said dryly.
"You're just telling me I'm overreacting because you're not getting your way."
She was so done with this.
[Well if you ask me, you're the one getting your way, again. After all, I agreed to go to dinner with your dad, which is exactly what you wanted.]
"Well you certainly didn't waste the opportunity to demand something in return, did you?"
[Look, I'm not sure why you're angry at me. I just wanted to have some fun. But you took it super serious. If you had just said you really didn't want to do that, I would have let it go. But you started accusing me of all kinds of things. No, I don't think of you as a plaything. It hurts when you say that. I thought you were joking at first, but it looks like you actually believe that.]
"You always do this."
[Do what?]
"You twist things around to go your way."
[I have no idea what you're talking about.]
"We had sex on the roof every day even though I didn't want to do it up there."
[So what are you saying? That I made you do that?]
"Yes. You twisted and turned everything around until I believed I wanted to do that, but I don't."
[Are you hearing yourself?]
"I'm breaking up with you."
[What?]
"You heard me. It's over."
She broke off the phone call.
Kotonoha resisted the urge to throw her phone against the wall. Instead, she pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her hands around them. She put her head down on them and started crying.
After a while, her phone rang.
She tried to turn it off, but her fingers didn't find the right button. Annoyed, she ripped open the back and pulled out the battery. The sound stopped.
Kotonoha put her head down in her pillow and continued crying.
Somehow, she fell asleep. And there were no pleasant dreams this time.
Her eyes shot open.
Kotonoha caught her breath. That was an incredibly scary dream. She did watch horror movies a lot, but this was something else entirely.
Wait. What was this weird sensation around her legs?
Her entire body was covered in cold sweat, but around her legs it was much more. Way too much to be normal sweat.
She was used to waking up with wet panties, but this was different. This couldn't be from this, she wasn't even remotely in the mood.
Kotonoha threw back the covers.
There was a large wet spot on her bed. Was this water?
No. The smell assaulted her.
Pee.
Her face turned bright red.
How was this even possible? Her nightmare had been so frightening she had actually peed herself, like a little girl.
Kotonoha put her hands in front of her face, as if not seeing it would make it disappear.
This could not have happened. She was a grown-up, there was no way she was still bedwetting at this point.
Something must have caused this dream.
Guilt?
It had to be that. Her subconscious was sending signals.
Kotonoha stood up.
Her body hurt in various places. She had slept awkwardly on her belly. The metal of her bra had bit into her tender flesh. Her arm hurt from sleeping on it.
Kotonoha stripped out of her uniform and got into the shower.
When she had washed off the painful memory of peeing herself, she got dressed in a random outfit (no bra, her breasts were too sore). She returned to her room and took off the sheets. Along with her uniform, she threw it in the washing machine.
Only now did she notice it was dark outside.
A clock in the living room told her it was five 'o clock.
Kotonoha went to her room and picked up her phone. She inserted the battery again. Luckily it still worked. The phone booted up again and told her she had twenty missed calls.
Kotonoha swallowed hard. She called Makoto-kun.
He answered immediately. [Kotonoha? Are you okay?]
"Not really."
[Where are you?]
"Uhm, home?"
[Oh, okay, that's a relief.]
She frowned. "Where are you?"
[Train station.]
"Why?"
[Because someone decided to say she's gonna break up with me and then doesn't answer her phone all night. I understand if you don't want to talk to me, but you didn't answer Sekai either.]
"Sekai? Is she there?"
[Obviously. Hold on.]
She heard him hand over the phone.
[Kotonoha? Are you okay?]
"Why are you there?"
[We were worried you were gonna hurt yourself or something. So we're coming to your house.]
"Wait. There are no trains at night."
[The first train is in ten minutes.]
"So how are you at the same train station as Makoto-kun then? You live a lot further."
[After we called last night I went over to Makoto-kun. To talk about some things.]
"About what?"
[About the weather. Ye, Kotonoha, what do you think? About you, obviously.]
"Don't go talk with my boyfriend behind my back."
[Well sorry for being concerned about you,] Sekai snapped.
There was a silence on the other end.
[Kotonoha?] It was Makoto's voice again. [What did you tell her? She's angry.]
"Sorry. I was just… I wanted to know what you two talked about behind my back."
[Look, we're on our way to your house anyway, surely this can wait for a bit.]
"You don't have to come."
[We weren't asking. I have to hang up, the train is here. See you soon.]
"Hey-"
The phone call ended.
Some time later, she got a text message they were at her house.
Kotonoha opened the door.
Makoto and Sekai were both in their school uniform. They looked pretty tired.
"You shouldn't have come," she said.
"Well we're here anyway," Makoto said.
"Guess I'll make some tea then."
She stepped aside so they could enter.
Kotonoha went to the kitchen to make tea.
She returned to the living room. Both of them sat on her couch.
It was quiet for a moment while they drank.
"Sorry for making you worry," she said. "Both of you."
"We seriously thought you were gonna do something stupid," Sekai said.
"Like what?"
"Well, given how… when we called, I thought you sounded very dependant on Makoto-kun. And that worried me a bit so I went to Makoto-kun to talk."
"And then you called," Makoto said. "And I told Sekai about our conversation afterwards."
Kotonoha felt her ears burn. "Ye, Makoto-kun, that's private."
"I wanted a second opinion. And, well…"
Kotonoha looked at Sekai.
"Sorry to say it, Kotonoha," Sekai said. "But I think you're overreacting as well."
"So you're siding with him?" she tried to stay calm.
"If there's something you don't want to do, just tell him you're not comfortable doing it. But you started arguing and getting mad about it even though Makoto-kun was just having some harmless fun. And… well, he told me a bit about… other things you did and… it sounds like you did way more… explicit things than what he said. So I don't think you can blame Makoto-kun for thinking you would find it a fun idea as well. It's your fault for not communicating clearly."
She tried to find a good reply, but found nothing.
"And if Makoto-kun says you're overreacting," Sekai added. "It's a bad idea to overreact even more."
"But…"
"He has no reason to lie about that. If he says you're overreacting, it means he actually thinks that."
"But… he just said that because he wanted to get his way," Kotonoha insisted.
"If you really believe that," Makoto said. "Then maybe we actually should break up. I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me."
"No, I don't want to break up."
"But you did say that," he reminded her.
"That was… in the heat of the moment. I was angry."
"You had no reason to be angry. And it doesn't suddenly make it okay."
"I know that. I… I'm sorry. You're right, I did overreact. And I should have trusted you."
"Okay," Makoto said.
"Sorry for making you worry, again. I'm such a terrible girlfriend."
"Hey, come here." Makoto pulled her in for a hug.
She cried on his shoulder.
"Shh, it's okay." He rubbed her back.
They released each other after a long while.
"I'm sorry to you as well, Sekai," Kotonoha said. "I said some stupid things."
"That's okay. Do I get a hug too?"
Kotonoha smiled. She hugged Sekai as well.
"Glad we could settle that," Makoto said.
"Can I go catch up on my sleep now?" Sekai asked.
"Well actually," Kotonoha said. "My parents are away for the weekend and Kokoro-chan is staying over with a friend. So I have the house all for myself."
"Oh. Well then I'm gonna catch up on some sleep here, if you don't mind."
"No problem. I can show you the-"
Sekai didn't care apparently. She simply laid her head down on the couch and closed her eyes.
"Okay then," Kotonoha said. She smiled softly.
"I could use some more sleep too," Makoto said.
"Okay. Are you coming?"
She held out her hand.
Makoto took it.
She guided him to her bedroom.
"Just give me a minute," she said. "I need to put on new sheets."
"What happened to the old ones? Did you change them in the middle of the night?"
"Uhm… there was lots of sweat on them," she avoided. "I had some nightmares."
"Okay then."
Kotonoha finished putting on new sheets.
"Uhm, would you mind if I slept naked?"
"Not at all."
"Thanks."
She stripped down.
Makoto took off his uniform as well until only his boxers were left.
He turned of the lights and they both got into the bed.
"Hold me please," she asked. Kotonoha turned her back to him.
Makoto wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm so so sorry," Kotonoha said. "You're absolutely right. I completely overreacted. You were just having some fun."
"It's okay. That can happen."
"Sometimes I just feel like you always get your way."
"I'm not taking a train at this hour because I always get my way, Kotonoha," he said. "I'm not going to dinner with your dad because I want to. I'm not going to dance lessons with you tomorrow because I love dancing so much."
"I know." Even so, she couldn't shake off this feeling.
"You're selectively focusing on a few specific things. Our relationship is pretty equal."
"I just… sometimes I get confused. Sometimes it feels like you… like you're hypnotising me or something. That you're trying to change me into some kind of doll."
"Let's stay realistic please," he said. "Besides, it's inevitable that you influence your partner to some extent. You certainly influence me."
"I do?"
"Of course. Isn't it obvious?"
"No."
"Well ask Sekai. She can tell you."
"I will," she said. "Anyway, sometimes I get confused and I start to think that you only want me as…"
"Is it about the sex?" he asked.
"We didn't even have sex yet."
"The sexual stuff then?"
She sighed. "Yeah. I feel like you're trying to… I don't know… force me."
"That's exactly why you have a safeword, Kotonoha. Yes, you're right, I'm pushing you a little. But that's because you ask me to. You ask me to take charge and guide you because you're insecure. And if I take it too far, you need to tell me. I would never force you."
"I know. I'm sorry. I should trust you."
"Yeah, you should. But I can't force you to trust me."
Kotonoha took a deep breath. "You… you can."
"Kotonoha?"
Luckily it was dark so she didn't have to look at him.
"Will you," her voice was very small. "Will you punish me please?"
Makoto said nothing.
She turned on the night lamp.
"If there are no consequences, my behaviour is not gonna improve," Kotonoha explained.
She stayed under the sheets.
"But…"
"I've made a mistake, and I want you to punish me for it. It's the only way I can learn and improve."
He was still apprehensive. "But punishing is a bit… extreme."
"I'm… I'm used to it."
"You're what? Is your dad-"
"No no," she quickly said. "I do it myself."
He frowned. "I don't get it."
"Hold on."
Kotonoha wrapped a blanket around her body and got out of bed.
She reached deep under the bed and retrieved a box.
Her heart was pounding in her chest. Hesitantly, she handed it over to her boyfriend.
Makoto opened it. His eyes widened.
"Is that… a shock collar?"
"Yeah." He was certainly going to break up with her now. But she just had to tell him.
"Where did you get that?"
She avoided his eyes. "Do I really have to say?"
"Never mind that. Are you using this on yourself?"
"Yes. When I," she swallowed hard. "When I do something wrong, I use it. It's been a while though."
"Ye."
"You must think I'm a freak. I completely understand if you want to break up with me."
"I never thought you would be so dedicated."
Kotonoha's mouth fell open. "W-What?" She looked up at him.
"Come here Kotonoha."
He embraced her tightly.
"M-Makoto-kun?" What was going on here?
"I knew you were trying hard to be a better girlfriend," he said. "But I didn't think you'd take things this far. How could I break up with you? I'm so proud of you, Kotonoha. The only thing this shows is that you are completely dedicated to improving yourself. That you truly care about being a good girlfriend. That you really love me."
"Of course I love you. I love you so much, Makoto-kun."
"Well this is proof isn't it? You wouldn't go this far for me if you didn't love me."
"So you don't think I'm a freak?" she asked.
"I think you are a hard working girl who will stop at nothing to improve herself. This only makes me love you more, Kotonoha."
"Makoto-kun."
"Are you crying?"
"Sorry. It's just… Such a relief. I really thought you would break up with me if I told you."
"I'll accept all of you, Kotonoha. No matter how weird you think it is."
She kissed him, hard. Her tongue pushed past his lips.
He let her make out with him for a moment and then gently pushed her off.
"Calm down a bit," he said. "I want to talk for a bit."
"Oh, yeah, of course."
"So, you've been using this? Is it working?"
"Yes. I primarily used it to stop myself from to-… from masturbating. And also to push myself to do more sexual stuff. And to make sure I don't freak out if you touch me."
"You didn't have to do that."
"I want to. This is very important to you. And… to me as well. I want to have sex with you, Makoto-kun. I'm just too scared to take the step. But every time I take a step, I'm so glad I did it afterwards. I need to be pushed, or I won't move forward. This helps."
"Okay."
"I hurt you tonight. So I want you to hurt me. I have to learn that this type of behaviour is not okay and will not be tolerated. You forgive me way too easily for all my mistakes."
"You want me to use this?"
"No, I…"
"Yes?" he asked.
"I would like you to spank me." Her voice was very quiet.
"Oh, okay. I don't mind. If that's what you want."
"But…" her voice grew more confident. "Look I want to be very clear on this: I want you to do it exactly as I tell you to."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't get carried away. And don't think you can just do this whenever you want to. Only when I tell you to. And how I tell you to."
"Is it really a punishment then?" he asked.
"This isn't gonna work otherwise. I could run away whenever I want to. There's no way you can force me. Besides, you don't want to force me, do you?"
"Of course not. I said that, didn't I? You really don't trust me, do you?"
"It's just… I'm scared. It always feels like you're trying to dominate me, and I don't know if I want that."
"But to me it feels like you want me to do that," he said. "You ask me to guide you. You ask me to spank you right now. You can't deny that that sounds pretty much like you want me to take charge."
"But you're always getting carried away," she said.
"Well if that's the case, then I'm sorry. I'm not doing it on purpose."
"Just, don't do it. Certainly not this time. I'm gonna freak out if you do."
"I'll keep that in mind. You're gonna use your safeword if need be, right?"
"Yes. Of course," she assured him.
"Good. Shall we get started then?"
"Hold on."
Kotonoha put on a shirt and a pair of yoga pants.
Makoto sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Okay."
She laid herself over his lap.
Makoto rubbed her butt.
"Can I?"
"Let's give it a try," she said. "Not too hard please."
He slapped her butt incredibly soft.
"Uhm…"
"Well, you said not too hard," he argued.
"You can go a bit harder." He was basically petting her at this point.
Makoto tried again. It was almost the exact same. "Better?"
"Maybe we should switch and I can show you how to do it?"
"No thanks."
"Look, Makoto, you-"
"You said don't get carried away. You're gonna get mad at me if I do it too hard."
"Just, do it as hard as you like. I won't get mad if it's too much."
"Okay." He slapped her really hard.
"Ah, fuck. Makoto-kun."
"You said you wouldn't get angry."
"You're messing with me."
"Sorry. I'll do it good now." He gave her a reasonably hard slap on the other cheek. "Is this okay?"
"Yeah, that's good. Continue please. Not too fast."
Makoto kept going. He gave her some breathing time between each slap and made sure to spread them out.
"You okay?" he asked, after about six of them.
"Yeah. Keep going please."
"Can I pull down your pants and-"
"No. I said don't get carried away."
"It was just a suggestion."
"Your suggestion has been denied," she said. "Keep going."
"Yes, my lady."
Makoto continued to spank her.
"Are you going harder?" she asked.
"No. At least, I don't think so. Maybe you're getting sore?"
"Yeah. Just… two more, okay?"
"Okay."
He gave her two final slaps.
Kotonoha got up.
"Thank you. I needed that."
"Kotonoha I…"
"Yes?"
"Do you really feel like this is punishment? You directed everything."
"I just wanted the physical pain. I don't want you to dominate me and tell me what to do. I don't need a lecture, Makoto-kun, I'm not a child."
"Okay."
"Did you want that?"
"Well… I… I wouldn't mind."
She raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not gonna force my preferences upon you, Kotonoha. You have to do what you are comfortable with."
"Thanks, Makoto-k… Makoto."
She usually didn't feel like he respected her boundaries, but maybe it was just because she didn't state them clearly enough. Now she had, and he was clearly backing off.
"Okay," he said. "Shall we sleep a bit more?"
"Sure."
She got under the covers.
He lied down next to her.
"You said you would sleep naked," he reminded her.
"I've changed my mind."
"Okay, no problem."
He turned away from her. "Sleep tight, Kotonoha." Makoto turned of the light.
She sighed. "Just my shirt, okay?"
"Okay."
She pulled it off. Makoto shrugged closer and embraced her from behind.
His hand touched her breasts.
"Makoto-kun."
"What?"
"I can't sleep like that. You're too distracting."
He shifted his hand to her belly. "Better?"
"Yeah. Sleep tight, Makoto."
"Yeah."
Kotonoha didn't have nightmares this time.