Practice makes (almost) perfect

"Again", commands the instructor. The three students repeat the steps; they may be still be novices, relatively speaking, but there is still a beauty to the near-unison in which they move, their nunchaku hissing through the air in the pre-determined pattern, keikogis rustling softly, as their feet glide over the wooden floor... Almost gracefully.

"Again". "Again". "Again".

Each time the movements of the three seem to get a bit closer together... Until the last one, that is, when the only girl of the group mis-swings her nunchucks and barely manages to check her movement. She still lets out an audible "ouch" as the solid wood strikes her torso with what little inertia it had. The instructor glares at her... But speaks to her male group mates instead. "James, Aki, please come over here, we need to give the lady some space... before she does more damage", he adds in a supposed whisper that nonetheless easily carries to the solo blushing female student just as intended.

"Now, Violet, again, please", the instructor commands when she is left facing the audience of three; blushing, the girl tries... But the added pressure only make things worse in an already challenging routine and the move is wrong after it barely started. The dreaded next command comes without fail, delivered in a controlled if disappointed voice: "On all fours. Bottoms off". Without needing to be told to, James moves off to fetch the flat wooden practice "sword" used in a different class, while Violet is stripping her lower half but removing some items and lifting others and getting into position, try to keep a straight expression in the face of the forthcoming punishment.

Seeing his target is ready, the instructor takes the improvised paddle from James and kneels behind Violet. "Let the pain help you focus, girl", he says. "Let is help you remember the order". With that, he brings the firm piece of wood across the white unblemished cheeks, drawing a clear wide line and eliciting a suppressed groan. The two younger males rather wish they could share their mentor's view, but they knew what was expected of them in the dojo when a punishment was in progress so they had to contend themselves with the view of the girl's once proud but now embarrassed and pained face.

The grimaces, grunts and then yelps and yells of pain gradually overcome the signs of embarrassment though as the chastisement progresses and Violet's senses increasingly have to focus on her burning behind rather than the exposure, screaming to her that something needs to be done... Except, of course, there is nothing for her to do but to stay as still as she can and continue presenting the target. A full dozen of weighty strokes lands across her cheeks, colouring them fully with a few deeper red lines where the marks began to overlap. The girl's sobs do nothing to stop the punishment there, however, as the master moves the spanking down to her thighs, landing half a dozen lashes across them. Relieved as Violet is that her bottom is left alone, she still continues to cry out as each individual strokes hurts more on the sensitive stretched skin.

The final half dozen is delivered across the soles of the sobbing girl's feet and her tears fall freely by the time the last one cracks with an impressive echo. The instructor gets up to his feet... And luckily Violet manages not to follow his lead without permission, because the punishment is clearly not over. He picks up her discarded nunchaku and points one end towards her mouth. She opens the said mouth to protest and ask for another chance... but knowing it would not make things better for her, forces herself to move it forward to take the stick in instead.

After perhaps half a minute of licking and sucking (which does not fail to get the guys' imaginations flowing), the instructor pulls the nunchaku back and walks around the punished girl again. With an effort, he pushes the end wet with Violet's saliva into her puckering bum hole, making the girl grunt; the other end, with a bit of wiggling and back-and-forth struggle eventually slides in between her pussy lips. Satisfied with the display, the instructor returns to be in front of the girl. He holds up a blue belt in front of her.

"I know you are making progress towards this... But you are not there yet. You must work, and work hard. Now that we have your attention, let's see if you remember the moves better. Boys, go again. No, step here, Aki, make sure Violet can see you". The spanked and plugged girl cranes her neck up to watch the display through the tears.