About Fundamentals, a Tommy and Tanaka story

by Syd McGinley
16 pages / 3800 words
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Tommy adores his strict Sensei, Dr. Tanaka, and has submitted to his master’s marks and ownership. So why are silly little things, such as Facebook updates, getting him into trouble?  Tanaka-sama knows just what his restless boy needs and uses their shared Japanese heritage to take Tommy back to some basics.

Sample

"I think," said Dr. Tanaka, setting down his tea cup. "That we need to go back to some fundamentals."

Tommy's brain was still processing, but his knees had already obeyed.

Sensei chuckled. "Very wise to kneel, Tommy. Listen carefully. Your performance will determine your punishment. My only guarantee for tonight is that I will do nothing to impede tomorrow's dinner or cause you embarrassment tomorrow."

Tommy shuddered in relief. He had once been on display as a living Christmas ornament when Pol and Rinnie had been guests. It had been a transcendent experience, but he wasn't ready to be seen that way by anyone else on the guest list. Had he been thinking clearly, he'd have known he'd be safe -- Dr. Tanaka was very decorous and would not cause a guest to be discomfited. Tommy was even allowed to call him "Katashi" in front of visitors.

Tommy sat back on his heels. Dr. Tanaka was toying with the dish of fruit, despite having told Tommy to listen carefully.

Sensei finally selected a peach and rolled it around in his palm allowing his thumb to caress the seam of the peach. Tommy controlled a squirm. Sensei was petting it like a rump.

"A little fuzz is charming," said Dr. Tanaka, running his thumb around the peach's 'cheek' and sliding his thumb nail along to score the skin. He picked up his fruit knife and skinned the peach. Slowly. Strip by strip.

Tommy moaned, and felt his ass clench.

The flayed fruit dripped juice, and Dr. Tanaka dropped the limp skin onto a waiting saucer. He used the knife to swiftly halve the fruit, and then pulled the flesh apart from the stone with a twist. Juice ran down to his wrist.

Tommy knew Sensei usually never peeled peaches, and would certainly do so with less mess. He was torturing the fruit to make his boy's imagination run wild. And it was working.

"Yes, charming, but I think I prefer a smooth skin." Dr. Tanaka put the peeled, stoned, and halved peach on his dessert plate, and picked up a nectarine. He ran the back of his knife along the skin doodling an invisible design. "Go upstairs, Tommy-chan, and return with your body as smooth as this fruit. Shave everywhere. Chest, ass, cock and balls, armpits, legs. Shave your face too. The only hair on your body will be your eyebrows and braid. Keep your hair dry. Do not hurry, but I will be waiting."

"Hai, Sensei," whispered Tommy. He stood and backed out of the room. He glimpsed Dr. Tanaka biting into the ripe, peeled peach and seemingly not caring that sticky moisture glazed his chin.