Patlabor Fan Fiction ❯ Lemon Youre In Charge ❯ Chapter 1

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From: "David A. Tatum" <desaix@sysnet.net>
Subject: [Patlabor][FanFic][Lemon] You're In Charge

Just so you know, DON'T take this fic seriously, people. It was initially
intended as an April Fools Day psuedo-lemon fanfic (it wasn't supposed to
actually reach the lemony bits- I think you'll probably be able to guess
what I had in mind). However, I didn't finish it in time, and decided to
make it a real lemon after all. So, here it is... enjoy. (I may actually
write sequels for this- I've had people begging me for them, and have a few
ideas in mind, but as it stands it's a oneshot)
You're In Charge
A Oneshot Patlabor LEMON Fanfic by David A. Tatum

Standard Disclaimer:
Patlabor is owned by Headgear and distributed in the US by the U.S. Mangled
Corpse- I mean, U.S. Manga Corps. No claim of ownership is intended.

LEMON Disclaimer:
If you're under the legal age to read adult material in your neck of the
woods, then you're under age to read this fic. If you choose to break the
law, that's your responsibility, not mine.

Author's Notes (If you hate AN's, skip to the start of the fic- there's
nothing important here. Just some amusing stuff.):
I STILL keep saying there's plenty of room for more Patlabor fanfics. In
addition to everything I worked into my recently released On the Run, and
into either the already-written portion or the planned portion of Patlabor:
Personal Files, or even the plans for the Patlabor: Personal Files OAVs...
I've got a LOT of fanfic ideas for Patlabor. If you WANT to write a
Patlabor fanfic but just are short of ideas, e-mail me... I'll give you a
bunch of 'em. And I promise to give c&c to any and all Patlabor fanfics I
spot (excluding Patlabor: Stateside, due to artistic differences I won't go
into- I've discussed these with the author already).

That being said, this Lemon idea was NOT one of the many Patlabor ideas I
had... until recently. This is a Blame Andrew Norris production, because
HE'S the one who put the damned idea in my head. He was begging on FFIRC
for a lemon, ANY lemon- though apparently he most wanted a PWP (Plot? What
Plot?) lemon. And, at one point, while I was chatting on said FFIRC's
chatroom, he begged me to write a Ranma\Akane lemon of a certain genre
which I will not say for it will give away spoilers. I mentioned I was too
busy with Patlabor at the moment, so he suggested I use Noa and Asuma
instead... well, I felt that the roles he had for the two were wrong, and
foolishly opened my mouth to say the opposite would work better. Long
story short... I wound up deciding to write this fic. And as soon as I
could, before the idea faded away.

And Andrew (a.k.a. MageOhki on FFIRC) kept bugging me for it, too, just so
I would. Even when I told him it had to wait until I was done with the
epilog for On the Run, he continued to beg me for it. I'm afraid I kind of
rushed OtR's epilog, just so I could get to this and shut him up!

Unfortunately... well, there's not really much plot here. Oh, you'll
probably find a little- I don't think I could write anything with
absolutely ZERO plot in it- but it's about as close as I'll get to what
Andrew was originally asking for- a PWP lemon. This means I'm NOT getting
rid of any of my excess of Patlabor fanfic ideas, as I have a net gain\loss
of zero, here. Much to my annoyance. But at least there'll be another
fanfic in this very neglected series (and it'll be a Lemon, too!).... So,
enjoy.
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"It's HOT!" she exclaimed.

Asuma Shinohara sipped the last drop from his can of cola, closed his labor
magazine, and stretched out comfortably on the rooftop. Sitting next to
him was his friend and partner, Noa Izumi. Continuing his stretch so much
that his neck cracked, he looked over at the young woman who had just
complained about the weather.

She was dressed in that open-collared mechanic's outfit she frequently wore
off duty. The one with the yellow T-shirt that was VERY elastic- as she
was showing off. Once again, she was fanning herself with the shirt.

It had only happened once before. Just like then, they were relaxing on
the rooftops. Just like then, Noa had been hard at work with the mechanics
squad, apparently learning something 'important' involving the care and
maintenance of Alphonse. Just like then, it was a little hot but probably
not enough to deserve the amount of fanning she was doing. And, just like
then, she wasn't wearing a bra.

Unlike then, however, he didn't have any mission from Captain Gotoh which
he had to bring up to disturb her with. Try as he might, he couldn't quite
tear his eyes away from the way her shirt's flapping showed off the gentle
rise of her breasts. They weren't the most impressive set of breast he'd
ever seen, but they were certainly pleasant to look at- pert, firm, and
well-shaped.

Noa was not the most attractive girl Asuma had ever known. Kashima, the
girl from his high school, was certainly more traditionally beautiful. She
was also known to be somewhat sickly, and now that he thought about it she
was probably a pretty boring person. Always quiet, never very active...
really, it had just been a first crush, but that didn't stop her from being
better looking than Noa.

Kanuka Clancy was also one incredibly ravishing beauty. Her hair was...
well, shimmering. HER breasts, certainly, did not lack in size. She was
quite active, and also very healthy. Almost frighteningly healthy, in
fact, and the more he got to know her the more uncomfortable she made him.
She was too... strong, perhaps, was a good word. Threatening, perhaps, was
a better one. And it showed in her personality. She always liked to take
charge.

No, Noa wasn't the most attractive girl Asuma had ever known. But she
certainly wasn't bad looking- he'd had his eyes on her since they met at
Shinohara Heavy Industries factory, when they had been taking Ohta's old
type 96 to be decommissioned. Noa had been there, in her dress uniform,
and for some reason his eyes just seemed to follow her. She had this aura
about her which betrayed her... spunkiness, for lack of a better word. And
she was cute, too, even with the short hair. In fact, the hair kind of
helped- it was easily ruffled, and the slightly disheveled appearance of it
brought even more attention to how... innocent her face looked. He had
definitely noticed he had some sort of attraction to her, that much was
certain.

Which made it even harder to resist this free show she was giving him. A
free show which seemed about to end, as she took one final, deep breath-
almost a sigh- and pulled the elastic of the collar as high up as she could
go.

Asuma's eyes widened, and he was sure he could make out a slightly pinkish
discoloration dotting the tip of each breast. Noa was showing off more of
herself than she ever had before... and was still, seemingly, unaware of
it.

He didn't stop staring for some time, until he realized that Noa was
holding that shirt up a lot longer than she normally would have. Without
moving his head, his eyes crept up to her face.

She was starting right at him, looking down her shirt. To his surprise,
she didn't seem at all upset.

Smiling, she said, "Having fun?"

Asuma froze. "Eep!"

Still stretching her T-shirt's collar wide enough for him to see, she
chuckled. "And just how long have you been looking, anyway?"

"Uh... since, uh, since you mentioned how hot it is," he stuttered.

"Hm," Noa hummed, closing her eyes and laying her head back down on the
roof. "Should I keep holding my shirt like this, or should I let it go?"

"WHAT?!" Asuma exclaimed, not sure he understood what she was saying.

"Well... you're in charge. You're command, after all. So, should I keep
showing off to you? What are your orders, Asuma?"

For some reason, this was NOT what Asuma had been expecting when he had
suggested they have lunch and relax on the roof during their break.
"Well... uh, what do YOU want to do?"

Not moving, still holding her shirt up, still keeping her eyes closed, she
smiled. "Oh... I dunno. Something big, so we don't waste this
opportunity. But you're in charge."

"Something big? Opportunity?"

"Something big," Noa nodded.

"What... exactly, do you mean by something big?"

Noa laughed. "Asuma, I'm lying here, holding my shirt just so you can see
down it. What do you THINK I mean?" She paused. "We've been through a
lot, together, Asuma. I like you. And I trust you. I want to do
something big to show you just how much."

"You... do?"

"I do. I want to show you that I like you enough to share with you my body
like we already do our heart and mind. And I want to show you that I trust
you enough to, oh, say, tie me up and spank me, if that's what you want,"
Noa explained. Flapping her shirt slightly, though still holding the
collar far in the air, she continued, "So, tell me, what should I do...
master?"

"URK!" He'd almost convinced himself this was really happening until she
said that last word. "Uh, Noa... this isn't like you."

Noa huffed, opening her eyes to glare at him. "Well, of course it isn't!
I've never tried to seduce you, before!"

"Well, okay, I understand that," Asuma said. And, considering how weird
this conversation had gone for him, he really DID understand it. "But...
well, WHY are you trying to seduce me, all of a sudden? And why... well,
why the whole 'master' thing? I mean... this would be our first time, and,
well, um..." he scratched his head.

"Why don't we keep it simple?" Noa finished for him. He nodded, so she
answered, "Well, we could, if you want. But," she flushed, "It always
turns me on a little when you boss me around, and... and I think I'd like
it if you spanked me."

Asuma shuddered. "It sounds so weird to hear you say that, but..." he
sighed, and looked at her again. This time, he looked her from head to
toe, again peeking down her shirt- though this time, knowing it was okay.
"But I think I can handle it... as long as you don't keep calling me
'master.'"

"Yes, my lord," Noa said as she laughed quietly.

"On second thought, go back to 'master...'"

Noa laughed again. "Now hurry up and start ordering me around. I'm
getting tired of just holding my shirt like this."

"Well, that's not the proper attitude for you to have!" Asuma barked with
mock severity. "If I want you to keep holding your shirt, you'll keep
holding your shirt."

"Yes, master," Noa submitted, her eyes twinkling. "If that's what you
want."

"And, as it turns out, I DO want. At least, for right now. Don't move a
muscle just yet, okay?" With that, he sat up. Rolling over so he was
straddling her with his knees, he reached up to the zipper on her jump
suit. "You're SURE you want to go through with this? You don't have to,
you know."

"Asuma," Noa growled, "I've been waiting for an opportunity like this
since... oh, back before we first encountered the Phantom! I am NOT
backing out, now that I've finally got it."

"Right!" Asuma said hastily, leaning back at her vehemence. She'd been
waiting THAT long? He hadn't noticed- he'd certainly done nothing to
encourage her... except, didn't she say she got turned on when he ordered
her around? "I just had to be sure... anyway, just sit still, and don't
move."

Fumbling slightly, he unzipped the jumpsuit all the way down to the belt.
He undid the belt, and continued as far down as the zipper went. "Okay...
could you sit up?" Noa sat up, and Asuma tried fumbling with her jumpsuit,
trying to take it off her shoulders, then huffed in frustration. "This
isn't quite going to work.... Can you let go of your T-shirt for a
moment?"

Noa almost laughed as Asuma clumsily manipulated her arms out of the top of
her jumpsuit, dropping the mechanics uniform to her waist. This wasn't
exactly going as she planned, but it was slightly amusing seeing how
pathetic he was at this. She hoped he got better before they went too far,
though- she didn't want this to be spoiled by a poor performance.

She sat there, smiling at him, in her T-shirt with her cotton belt and top
half of her jump-suit pooled at the waist. Asuma continued to look at her,
trembling slightly with nerves. He knew he wasn't doing too well- the way
Noa had been snickering at him earlier proved that- and he didn't want to
ruin this.

"That... didn't go as well as I would have hoped."

"Is that so, master?" Noa giggled.

He scratched his head. "I'm not very good at this, am I?"

Noa put a reassuring hand up to his cheek. "We'll get better. We're still
learning, after all... but I hope you'll be a least a little more skilled
when it comes to the spanking."

His eyes widened at that. "You're serious about that?"

"If you're willing to do it, master."

Asuma shook his head. "Well, we'll see. First, I think I should change
tact's. Why don't you get your socks and shoes of, and get out of that
jumpsuit... that'll hopefully speed things up a bit, at least."

Noa nodded, and started to untie her uniform shoes. "And, master, will you
be undressing yourself or will you expect your servant to do that for you?"

Asuma sighed. "Noa, don't refer to yourself as my servant. I'm
uncomfortable enough with you calling me 'master.'"

"Oh, very well, master," Noa sighed.

"And... I guess I should at least get some of this more extraneous stuff
off, on my own." With that, he unbuttoned his uniform vest, removed his
tie, and kicked off his shoes. By that point, Noa was out of her jumpsuit
and kneeling in front of him.

"What do you want me to do next, Master?" she said.

Asuma took a moment to collect himself. Sure, he'd seen her in a T-shirt
and shorts before. He'd even seen her in a swimsuit before... but she'd
never had on just a pair of panties and braless T-shirt before. And these
were TIGHT panties... in fact, they looked like the g-strings he'd seen in
some of the mechanics' girlie magazines.

"Noa... when did you start wearing those?" he asked, shocked.

"Um," Noa blushed. Sure, she'd been expecting this, but it was still
embarrassing. "Well... I hate wearing regular panties under the mechanics
uniform, because it's so stiflingly hot... but if I don't, the crotch of
the pants... rubs me in an uncomfortable way. These don't rub me the wrong
way, and they're as good for the weather as not wearing any at all."

Trying to get into the spirit of things, Asuma grinned devilishly. "Well,
you're not wearing your mechanics uniform any more, so I guess you don't
really need them, do you?"

"No, master," Noa said, recovering from the mild embarrassment. It was
odd, she thought, that her problems with her uniform were more embarrassing
to her then asking to be spanked by her partner, but she decided to deal
with it.

"Then... would you be willing to get on your knees and bend over so I can
take them off you?"

For some reason, the way he phrased that irked Noa. She wasn't quite sure
why, but it did. "Well, yes, if that is your order, master," she said,
kneeling and thrusting her derriere out at him.

For some reason, even by that point, Asuma wasn't quite expecting her to
actually do what he was saying. He hesitated, confronted by her firm
pale-skinned haunches. Was this really happening? It couldn't be a dream,
could it? If it wasn't a dream, was this really Noa? She couldn't be an
impostor, could she? No, he knew the real Noa too well to ever be fooled
by an impostor.

Well, he decided. It was probably a dream. If it wasn't, and all this was
really happening, then he was pretty sure that it was really Noa... though
that still shocked him. And he certainly wasn't averse to a relationship
with Noa.

"Right," he said nervously. He reached out to the waist-band of the
g-string, but paused a few centimeters from them. "Well, here I go," he
warned her. He grabbed the g-string and started pulling them down slowly,
but he had trouble navigating them down her posterior- largely because he
was subconsciously trying to avoid touching any skin as he did so. Once
they passed to her thighs, he let them drop.

She was on display for the whole world to see... or at least for anyone who
could see the rooftop. Asuma sighed, relieved he'd gotten that far without
passing out from the stress. "Uh... okay. Why don't you sit up for a bit?
And set those panties down out of the way with your other clothes, okay?"

"Yes, master," Noa said. Asuma really wasn't acting like she had
fantasized he would in this situation. She was really starting to hope
he'd get better before the end of the session.

Asuma paused. The next obvious step would be to get Noa's shirt off of
her, of course. Or perhaps it would be to get his clothes off... he wasn't
sure. And shouldn't they be doing more than just getting undressed? After
all, they hadn't even kissed for the first time, yet, and Noa was almost
completely nude, already.

"Asuma, are we going to do this today, or should I just get dressed again
and forget about it?" Noa asked, starting to look a little perturbed.

Asuma blinked, and realized he'd been standing there, saying and doing
nothing, for more than a minute. "Sorry, Noa," he apologized. "I'm
just... well, not sure where to go from here. I mean, aren't we supposed
to have a little, uh, foreplay or something?"

"That's what the spanking is for," Noa said. "And I'm more than ready for
my spanking, but you don't seem ready to deliver it. So, should I just get
dressed or what?"

"Noa... I'm not saying either, right now," Asuma said. "But... well,
sheesh, Noa- this takes some getting used to, you know? This whole thing
is kind of sudden for me... and, well, I mean, we haven't even kissed yet.
Or dated- at least officially. Or... well, there are a LOT of things I
would have expected to do with a girl before I reached this point with her,
you know?"

Noa paused for a moment. "Asuma, how many times this past year have you
felt one or the other of us was about to die?"

"Uh... can't say I ever have..." Asuma said. "Usually, when I go into a
situation, I'm too busy to worry about it, and afterwards, well, why worry
when I know we've survived it?"

"Well, there have been a number of times in the past year I thought one of
us was going to die," Noa stated calmly. "The first appearance of the
Phantom, I feared we wouldn't see each other again several times- and I
thought I was going to die at least once that I remember. I cried out your
name in terror, because... because I didn't know if we'd ever be able to
reach this point. Like I said, Asuma... I've wanted this since that
incident. I've always thought that, if I ever got a chance to make a move
on you, I'd do so... and I wouldn't stop until we went all the way.
Because I... well, I said I like you, Asuma, but it's a bit more than just
'liking' you, I think."

"I figured that," Asuma admitted, grinning ruefully. "I don't think you'd
have put up with me so far if you just liked me."

"I don't want to risk one of us dying without doing this, Asuma," Noa
continued. "If you can't do it, that's okay, but... can you keep trying?"

Asuma searched her eyes. She seemed to sincerely want this, and finally he
was convinced. He just wasn't sure he was up to the task. "I'll try," he
said. "I'm not sure if I'll be any good, though."

"As long as it's you, and we actually DO it, you'll do fine," Noa said.

Asuma smiled slightly. "Okay, then... let's see what we can do for a
little foreplay first, though, okay?"

"Noa Izumi, ready for her master to spank her, sir!" Noa said, smiling and
saluting.

Asuma's smile faltered- again- at that. "Uh, right. Noa, has it occurred
to you that, if I spank you, you might find it a little hard to sit down
for a while? That could be hard to explain."

"Well, master... there ARE other places where you can spank me," Noa said
coyly.

"There are?" Asuma exclaimed, surprised. Noa smirked, and thrust her chest
forward. Asuma's eyes widened. "Are you SURE? That's going to hurt!"

Noa nodded. "Yes, I'm sure... if it's something you want to put me
through, I'm more than willing to offer them for you to spank. It's
supposed to hurt a little, after all... that's the idea." She paused. "By
the way, master... you really should quit asking me if everything's okay
with me. Just assume that it is, unless I tell you to stop." She paused.
"If you want me to do something, pretend you're giving me orders for
Alphonse, okay? I need that..."

Asuma paused for a moment to absorb that, but didn't wait too long, afraid
he'd upset her again. Finally, he nodded. "Well, in that case, you'd
better take off your shirt, too, because I'll need access to that which
needs to be spanked."

"Yes, master," Noa said, smiling. Maybe he was finally getting it.
Quickly, she slipped the T-shirt up over her head and back onto the pile of
clothes she'd already removed, and once more presented her chest. "Noa
Izumi, ready for punishment, master!"

"Not yet," Asuma said, looking over at the pile of clothes she had
deposited. He stepped over to her discarded jumpsuit and pulled the cotton
belt out of it. "You mentioned you wanted to be tied up, didn't you?"

Noa's smile widened. Yes, it seemed he finally understood. "Yes, master.
As long as it's you tying me up, master."

He sat on his feet, patting his knee. "Bend over and put your hands behind
your back," he ordered.

Noa knelt beside him. "Yes, master," she said. "I think you're learning."
With that, she bent over at the waist, letting her breasts cushion herself
against Asuma's knees. She turned her head to the side as Asuma looped the
cotton belt around her wrists, hoping to watch him as he tied her up, and
noticed something which made her want to smile- which was fine, because she
already was smiling.

"Master, may I suggest you use your belt when you spank my chest?" Noa
suggested.

Asuma paused. Well, that made sense- a leather strap like his uniform belt
would probably work better for 'punishment' than his bare hand, that was
for sure. "If that's what you want, Noa."

He inspected his handiwork after he finished tying her up. He couldn't
believe she trusted him this much, but, then again, she always seemed to
trust him when it came to operating Alphonse. Funny, he never really
thought Noa was interested in men. Not that she was interested in women,
either, but she just never seemed to think of anything but that labor...

That inspired just a flash of jealous anger at her. Perhaps he would have
been more willing to try something like this earlier, if she hadn't been so
obsessed with Alphonse. She DESERVED to be punished for that... not too
much, of course, but just enough that she knew who should be more important
for her. Who needed her attention, more. Who... cared for her, more.

And he didn't necessarily have to begin with punishing her breasts. He
noticed just how perfect a target her delicious little rear end was
presenting. Not even a hint of peach fuzz on it as far down as he could
see- which included most of her crotch- and amazingly smooth white globes
perfectly formed for slapping. Perhaps a little spanking WOULD be okay- as
long as he didn't take it so far she'd have trouble sitting.

"Asuma, are you having trou- OW!" Noa cried as his hand smacked one of the
firm globes of her delicate little rump.

"Just a few here," Asuma explained. "Like I said, we don't want to do
anything we'll have to explain later. But I think you can stand a few more
without problem. Count them for me- I want to get to ten."

"Yes, master. One!" she called, then he spanked her again. "Ow! Two!
Ooh! Three..." She continued to count as he rained down punishing blows
on her hindquarters. Quickly, her once pale-white globes of flesh were red
and mildly swollen.

After the tenth blow, Asuma examined her bottom again. Frowning
speculatively, he pronounced, "I think you can live with that. Stand up!"

"Mmm," Noa moaned, enjoying a cool breeze that was taking the heat out of
her punished skin. "Yes, master." She stood up, somewhat awkwardly as she
couldn't use her hands or her arms. Noa was glad there was a railing on
the roof- she didn't want to accidentally slip and fall to her death just
so she could indulge in her kinky fantasy.

Asuma started to remove his belt, when he noticed his pants leg felt damp.
He checked with his fingers and, sure enough, there was a little bit of
moisture soaking through the cloth.

"Noa!" he bellowed.

"Yes, master?" she answered, confused.

"You got my pants wet!" he complained, yanking his belt out with a snap.

"Oh, dear," Noa trilled seductively, once more thrusting her chest forward.
"I suppose that means I deserve even more punishment, doesn't it, master?"

Asuma took his first really good look at that chest. It was not a huge
pair of breasts- Kanuka's were larger, by far- but they were still of a
nice size, and were dotted with small, light pink nipples which were
saucily turned upwards (in part, possibly, because of the way she was
holding herself). And, for some odd reason, they looked like perfect
targets at that moment.

"Oh, yes. I'd say it does," he growled playfully, standing up slowly.
"Kneel- I don't want you falling down on me."

Noa shivered in anticipation and complied. "Yes, master."

Asuma watched her kneeling there, smiling up at him with what appeared to
be love and acceptance, and smiled back. "Oh, and one last thing, Noa," he
said, bending down towards her face. He wrapped his arms around her and-
finally- they shared their first kiss. It went on for quite some time, but
Asuma withdrew just as Noa's tongue was about to start exploring his mouth.
"I promise one of those for each blow I land, Noa, so you'd better keep a
good count."

Tears of appreciation were in Noa's eyes. "Oh, yes, master. Thank you,
master. Thank you very much."

"Now, I need to practice a couple swings with the belt for a bit- I don't
want to miss and hit something I don't want to," Asuma explained. "Don't
panic and think I'm giving up on this while I do."

Noa laughed. "Of course, master. You ARE just learning, after all."

Asuma practiced with the belt a few times, and by his fourth practice swing
he was able to get it to make an impressive cracking sound. Noa could feel
her nipples hardening slightly and felt a tiny bit of moisture being
generated between her legs. Just the anticipation alone was enough to
excite her.

Asuma finally returned his attention to Noa herself. "Okay, I think I've
got a handle on this," he said. "Count them as they land."

The first blow landed against the left side of her left breast... and Noa
barely felt it. She frowned- his hand-spanking stung more.

"Where's the count?" Asuma asked.

"That hardly tickled, master," Noa explained. "If you want it to count, it
has to be harder than that."

Asuma grimaced. "Okay... we'll try harder. But remember, if it hurts too
much, stop me."

Noa laughed. "Okay... but if you think that last one was going to hurt,
you've got another thing coming."

Asuma nodded, took aim, and released the belt. The blow struck in exactly
the same place, and it certainly SOUNDED a lot more painful to Noa's ears.
However, she wasn't feeling anything where it hit- not even the mild pain
from the last blow. She was about to complain again, when suddenly her
nerves recovered and a powerful stinging sensation arose in her. "Oh....
ohh... WOW! Ye-ouch! One!" she cried.

"Was that too hard?" Asuma asked, concerned.

Noa smiled, and shook her head. "Not at all, master. It was adequate,
but... I would love it if you were to make it even harder, master."

"Harder?"

"Harder."

"Well... if you insist," Asuma said. He swung again, landing at the other
side of the left breast.

"Ooooh! That was a good one, but see if you can get it even harder. Two!"

Asuma struck out several more times, dancing around her nipple with
improving skill and accuracy. The blows were starting to land with such
force that small welts to form in a near circle around her breast. Noa
smiled, enjoying it.

Asuma knew he couldn't strike her any harder than he was, even if he wanted
to... as it was, he was afraid of the damage he might be doing to her. But
she was still insisting that he strike harder... and so, he decided it was
time to land the blows against the primary target.

*snap* *crack* "Oh WOW! That's... lovely. Absolutely lovely!" Noa
nearly screamed. The blow had landed on her nipple, and as sensitive as it
was from her arousal, it was the most delightful feeling of pain she'd ever
experienced. The waves from the force of the blow made her whole breast
vibrate and tingle, jiggling even the small bit of breast meat which she
was endowed with. "I loved that one! Give me more, just like that... only
they could stand to be a little harder. Seventeen...."

Asuma's eyes widened. She was insatiable... and they hadn't even gotten
past her 'foreplay' yet. He switched breasts, hoping to give her
more-or-less matching welts before he moved on. And, while he worked on
that breast, he considered HOW he could move on.

"Thirty-five," Noa panted after his last blow. She was sweating hard, and
turned on as hell. She could feel the juices from her arousal running down
her legs.

"Still want more, or should we move on?" Asuma asked.

"More, master," Noa moaned. "Please, whip me some more."

Asuma nodded. "Well, I can give you more... but I want you to beg for it.
Beg for more, Noa. Beg for more, or we just move on."

Noa gasped. Yes, THIS was how her fantasies had it- him taking a
definitely domineering role, forcing her to be as subservient as she could
be if she wanted her release. "Oh, please, master... give me more. PLEASE
give me more... please...."

"Just how much more do you need, Noa? Tell me."

"Lots more, master. I wish to be tortured until I'm on the verge of
collapse, and that is when I desire you to enter me, master." Her eyes
rose to meet his. "But, of course, that is your choice."

"Of course," Asuma nodded. "I don't think we'll go quite that far... yet.
I'm still learning your- and my- limits. But I think we can go a little
further right now... stand up and spread your legs."

Noa's eyes widened. "Master?"

"You heard me- stand and spread your legs. I'm going to give you more,
like you asked for. I can't strike you any harder, so I'll just have to
hit a more sensitive spot, won't I?"

Noa did as he instructed, though for the first time she was a little
doubtful. "Yes, master."

"And, Noa... again, if it IS too much for you, let me know, okay? We CAN
stop this at any time, you know."

Noa closed her eyes, hoping she'd enjoy this pain the same way she enjoyed
the spanking and the breast torture. "Do it, master," she said, clenching
her teeth. She had to try, at least. If she couldn't handle it, Asuma
would stop. She was sure of that.

She heard, for a moment that seemed to last forever, the whistle of the
whip moving through the air. Then, with the crack, she felt it. No
delay-reaction this time, the blow was incredibly hard, incredibly
painful... and incredibly wonderful. Better than all the blows to her
nipples put together. "Oh... my... GOD!" she shrieked. "That was...
amazing. I love it, master. Love YOU, master. Do it some more, okay?
Thirty-eight."

She thrust her hips forward slightly, offering her lower lips to his
punishment as she had her chest. She wanted to watch it this time.

Asuma looked at her with some concern in his eyes. "Noa, I think I love
you, too. I'm amazed you said it, though, even in the heat of passion.
But remember, like I said, I'm not going to take this as far as you were
begging for, Noa. I'll give you more, but probably not as much more as you
want. We'll only go as far as fifty, okay?"

Fifty! That was... twelve more, wasn't it? She could do that many... she
thought. Even more moisture gathered between her legs- moisture she was
sure would be flying in moments, as the belt struck her. "Oh, that would
be lovely, master."

"Well... here it comes," Asuma warned.

This time, Noa could see the belt do its work instead of just hear it. The
belt uncoiled fiercely, striking out against her as a cobra would its prey.
As if it was in slow motion, she could see it make hard contact against
the juncture of her thighs, splattering a little of the wetness she had
been accumulating there during the whole session. The leather strap
pressed inwards, and she could now feel it digging against her now-splayed
lower lips- perhaps even entering her slightly. The recoil, which was
almost instantaneous, brought out even more moisture, sending it flying
against the rooftop.

Noa could never remember being so aroused in her life... she was so close
to orgasm, she wasn't sure the whipping alone wouldn't get her there. She
loved it. "Oh, master, that one was even better.... Thirty-nine," she
swooned.

She continued counting- forty. Forty-one. Forty-two. Forty-three. As
she continued, she began to notice that she was swelling down there, and
knew that as bruised as her lower lips were it would probably hurt when
Asuma entered. Surprising even herself, she mused that that would probably
be a good thing. She initially started this just for the fantasy of being
tied up and punished by Asuma, but she was learning she had an affinity for
pain.

At blow forty-nine, when she was starting to notice the pain a little less
because of all the repetitions, Asuma's aim faltered slightly. Missing her
labial area entirely, the belt slipped up behind her and landed the largest
brunt of its force on an entirely different hole. One which, due to its
not having been touched before, gave her a much more intense pain- a pain
which was not quite as pleasurable as that she had received before.

"Yeow!" she yelped. "That one missed, master- it didn't feel as good as
the others."

Asuma digested this information. "You've only got one more to go, Noa...
do you want me to stop?"

Noa shook her head. She was too far gone to want to stop. "Not on your
life, master. Just aim for the right hole."

He realized what his mistake had been, and immediately nodded. "Of course.
Are you ready? Last one!"

"Make it a good one, master!" Noa cried.

It was. It was the hardest blow Asuma had delivered that day. It didn't
FEEL like the hardest, but nonetheless Noa knew it was, simply because she
felt it more than she should have, considering how much punishment she'd
already endured. And she knew... she was VERY close.

"Fifty. Master?"

"Yes, Noa?"

"If punishment is complete, as you said it would be, do you wish me to
undress you now?"

Asuma smiled down on her. There were a few tears on her face- despite how
much she obviously had enjoyed her whipping, she still had to let out a few
involuntary expressions of pain, and the tears which streaked it were one
of them. "Are you anxious?"

"More than you could know, master!" Noa exclaimed.

He nodded. "Then I'd better not let you do so. After all, with your hands
tied behind your back, the only thing you could unzip me with would be your
teeth. While that may be interesting, I suspect it will take you longer
than you desire."

"Of course, master. I'm grateful you look so kindly upon your Noa Izumi,
master."

'MY Noa Izumi? Heh... I kinda like that,' Asuma thought, unzipping his
pants.

Noa, still dazed from her incredible punishment session, watched as Asuma's
member showed from behind his boxer shorts. She'd seen them before- there
had been a couple of times when she'd encountered him in the nude thanks to
their job. The most recent one was when he'd come charging after that
terrorist, running out of the bath-house without even a towel on. That had
been... amusing. She'd been peeking through her fingers, but was actually
paying attention to what he looked like. That was the first time she'd
seen him in the nude since she realized that she wanted to seduce him one
day... and she was pleased to see he was properly equipped for the job.
But that was when he was... unprepared... for the job. Now he was fully
erect, and ready for just about anything she might want. Unconsciously,
Noa licked her lips.

Asuma noticed, but didn't say anything. Perhaps they could investigate
oral indulgences in a future session, but in the liquid running down Noa's
legs meant anything she would only be getting impatient if he decided to
try that, whatever she might claim.

However, there was something they had to consider. "Noa... you didn't
happen to bring a condom with you, did you?"

Noa smiled slightly. "I'm on the birth control pill... purely for other
reasons, I assure you, but I don't need to worry about getting pregnant."

Asuma nodded, pulled her in closer, and gave her another soul-searing kiss.
"Good. That, by the way, is one of the fifty I owe you." He paused,
assessing the situation. "Well, since your hands are still tied behind
your back, this could be rather interesting..." He lay down on the roof,
glad he'd left his shirt on. Smiling, he said, "Okay, Noa- sit on it.
Take it inside you."

Noa squealed in delight. It was time to finish this... time to make the
last part of this fantasy a reality. She squatted over him, letting her
lower lips rub along his manhood and soak it with her natural lubricant.
Then she rubbed herself along his length a couple more times, just because
it felt so good the first time.

Finally, however, she decided that she should try and get it inside her.
So, she maneuvered herself, and slid it in.

Or tried to. For some reason, she wasn't quite at the right angle.
Readjusting herself, wiggling slightly across Asuma's hips, she tried
again... and still couldn't get herself in, instead slamming her badly
bruised labial area into a bone, sending shots of pleasurable pain once
more shooting through her body. Hmm, finding the right angle could be a
lot of fun, if that continued to happen.

Asuma was enjoying this immensely. Without her hands to guide it in, Noa
appeared unable to find out how to submerge his manhood into her body. In
her various attempts, she was writhing, jiggling, and inundating herself in
any number of way. Frequently, her battered breasts would also slam into
his chest, which was a rather fun stimulant as well. The sensation of her
squirming all over his body was incredible... almost too good, in fact. He
was starting to worry that he'd be finished before she could find herself.

Finally, though, she seemed to make contact. The head was right between
her lower lips, and with that done he slipped right in. Hard and fast,
too, with her slamming down against him, again crushing her tortured crotch
against him painfully.

Noa truly enjoyed it. Sure, where the belt had bruised her it hurt pretty
badly, but it was, still, a NICE kind of hurt. It only served to encourage
her more, to make her get closer and closer to that edge. She was going to
get there rather fast, and hoped Asuma would be there with her.

Asuma was struggling to hold on. Noa's little exhibition while trying to
find her 'target' had almost pushed him OVER that edge, and the incredibly
tight hold her delicate folds were grasping him with made it more and more
difficult to prevent himself from letting go into her. The labial lips
seemed hot- warmer than he was anticipating. Probably the incredible
whipping she had received had something to do with that, but Asuma wouldn't
be able to say for certain. It sure seemed as though her punishment had
heated HER up, however.

He couldn't hold it any more, and he knew it. "Noa, I-"

"Relax, master," Noa soothed, straining to keep the intense pleasure she
was experiencing from warping her voice. "I'm ready, too. Let it go."

With a forceful grunt, Asuma exploded into her, letting his seed fill her
sheath. Noa whimpered back a for a couple of seconds before crying out,
herself, and finding a small detonation point in her own body. All the
sensations the punishment had given her, all the feelings which the massive
pounding she had given herself against his manhood, and all the desires
which had fueled this fantasy of hers were swept up, compounding into the
single greatest stimulating moment of Noa's young life. It was... beyond
description, she found, even as the added liquid formed by her orgasm ran
down onto Asuma's belly. When it had run its course, Noa was exhausted.
She had just been whipped beyond her imagination, and then had done all of
the work afterwards. Too tired to continue, she collapsed, falling against
her lover, reassured that he would treat her the way she wanted him to.

Nothing happened in the immediate aftermath of the moment. They both just
sat there, stunned. Asuma's arms lazily made their way around Noa, pulling
her up into a fierce hug- one she couldn't return but wanted to.

After a few minutes, Asuma spoke up. "Noa, was I... any good?"

Noa sat up slightly, not wanting to withdraw and have him pull out of her
right away but still wanting to look into his eyes to see if he was
serious. "You're kidding, right?" Noa asked, incredulously. "Sure, you
had a little trouble getting started, but once you realized I was
serious... wow, master. I've never even dreamed of anything like that!"

Asuma squeezed her a little tighter, and turned the both of them on their
sides. "Don't call me 'master' right now, Noa... I just want to talk as
us, for a bit."

"Okay, Asuma," Noa complied, cradling her head into his chest. "Whatever
you want."

"Noa, this was great, but... are we ever going to do this again?"

Noa's eyes widened. "Of course! I mean, if you want to, of course. I
think I said that I love you, Asuma. It might have just been the heat of
the moment which lead me to actually say it, but I definitely meant it."

Asuma smiled. "Good. I'm glad... and maybe, one day after we retire from
this job, we can make this permanent. But... if we're going to continue
this, I think we'll have to set a few ground rules for the future."

"Whatever you want, mas- I mean, Asuma."

Asuma grimaced. "First off, don't call me 'master' all the time. Only,
say, when we're engaging in this type of... play, okay?"

Noa smiled. "Only when we're playing, got it."

One delicate hand came up to delicately trace the welts on her breasts.
"Also, no more punishment sessions like this during regular work days.
These marks aren't going to go away very quickly, you know."

"I don't mind you marking me, Asuma," Noa trilled.

Asuma shuddered- a sensation which Noa felt thanks to their continued
connection. "I don't want to arouse any more suspicions around work than
we already will, and marks like these will DEFINITELY raise some questions
if one of the other female officers sees them in the changing rooms."

"I can hide them easily enough. Using Alphonse in very hard battles like
the ones against the Phantom or the Griffin sometimes causes bruises which
I'm able to hide from them, I'm pretty sure I can keep them from seeing
these the same way."

Asuma nodded. "Good, but I don't want you to take that chance. When we
have a few off days, we can have sessions like this one again, but not
until then. I can find plenty of interesting things for you to do which
WON'T mark your skin up like this, in the meantime. And, if you want,
we'll be able to continue the session until you pass out on those days."

This time, it was Noa who shivered. That was, perhaps, the one thing she
regretted from this experience- that he didn't whip her into
unconsciousness. The promise of having that fantasy fulfilled reignited
some of the dying passion inside her. "Oh, I'd love that. And just so you
won't miss out on anything, why don't you take my senseless body for your
own pleasure on those occasions?" For some reason, this was perhaps the
most intriguing part of her fantasy to her- trusting Asuma to treat her
body right when her mind was temporarily not in control of it.

Asuma swallowed. "I'll... think about it. Another rule is... I'm going to
need some way of telling if you want me to stop, or if I'm asking too much
of you in my 'master' role. I don't know how, exactly, because we may try
role-playing something where you'll have to pretend to resist, but...."

"Ooooh... rape fantasies," Noa cooed. "Not, perhaps, what I was thinking
of when I started this little game with you, but the idea has definite
merit. I'll come up with some kind of password to let you know I'm
breaking character, okay? Something I normally wouldn't say in that kind
of situation."

Asuma nodded. "That'll do. We could also use one to let each other know
we're in the mood to 'play' when other people are around. That way, I'll
be able to write out some instructions for you to obey from my 'master'
mode."

"Right," Noa agreed. "That could get fun."

"Finally, for the fun stuff," he continued, pulling her in for another
powerful kiss before continuing. "If I give you an order, I expect you, as
my personal Noa Izumi, to follow it. No hesitation- you definitely
hesitated earlier today when I told you to spread your legs, and I don't
want you to do any more of that!"

Noa, realizing the game was back on- at least in part- smiled. "Yes,
master."

Asuma grinned back. "Good. Since you understand that, let me untie you."
Finally pulling out of her, he sat up and pulled her back onto his lap,
starting to unknot the cotton belt. "Now, from now on you'll be carrying
one set of regulation handcuffs around with you... and their key. I don't
want you stretching out a perfectly good piece of your uniform if you need
to be tied up again, understand?"

"Handcuffs. Understood, master. Should I carry rope around, as well, in
case you decide to tie me up further?"

"Hmm... a good idea," Asuma agreed. He paused, noticing that the belt was
harder to get off than it was to get on. "But somewhat difficult to do.
Best just leave some in the hideaways where we'll actually be able to have
our sessions- like up here on the roof, for instance." Finishing with the
knot, he pulled the belt out, releasing Noa's arms. He moved over to his
discarded clothing and started dressing as he continued. "I noticed you
have been waxing your bikini area, Noa. I want you to continue to do that,
even when it's out of season. Understood?"

Noa smiled. It was the bikini-waxing session she'd had a summer ago which
lead her to believe she might like a little kinky pain in her sexual
relationships in the first place. Asuma was her first chance to try out
that experiment, an experiment she definitely enjoyed. "With pleasure,
master."

"Last, but not least," he concluded, finishing his own dressing and picking
up her discarded g-string panties. "From now on, you aren't allowed to
wear any underwear, both during play sessions and non-play session, without
my express permission... which I won't be likely to give. You're going to
have to get used to that mechanics uniform 'rubbing you the wrong way'
whether you like it or not, you hear me?" he growled playfully.

Noa's eyes widened. "Yes, master, but... I'm, um, messy right now, master,
from both of our actions- I've never been quite that, uh, moist before,
and, well, your juices are bound to leak some. And... it might show
through my pants if I put them on right now, without cleaning up at all..."

Asuma's grin became evil as he started to leave the roof- it was only a few
minutes until their duty shifts were to begin, and they'd both have to
change beforehand. By unspoken agreement, they had always left their
little rooftop lunches separately, so as to not fuel the rumors- now
apparently true- that they were a couple. "Ah, yes. Of course." He
paused at the steps. "If anyone asks you why your clothes are damp, you
are to tell them you accidentally wet your pants. It will, of course,
humiliate you incredibly... but that's part of the fun of this, isn't it?"

Noa dazedly started dressing as he disappeared from her sight. Amazement
in her voice, she whispered, "My gods, I've created a monster."
Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately), no-one commented on the stains in
her jumpsuit. Noa was sure, however, that Asuma was coming up with other
plans. Far more devious plans- or perhaps the same plan, just slightly
modified so that people WOULD be asking that rather embarrassing question.
Her face was already red with the imagined embarrassment.

Once she was in the safety of her dorm room, and had changed into her
uniform (taking the opportunity to clean up a bit), she considered her
words from the rooftop. "I've created a monster," she repeated, her smile
reappearing on her face. "But, somehow, I have a feeling I'm going to just
love it."
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The Devil Made Me Do It- or, in this case, Andrew Norris. Close enough.
(You should have heard some of the sick fic ideas talking with him has
given me...) C&C is always welcome. 'Advice' on lemon technique is also
encouraged, though I warn you that I struggle a little with lemons
partially because I struggle to be descriptive without resorting to terms
which are either too clinical or too... how best do I put this? Without
sounding like a '60s porno flick. It's a difficult balance, but... well, I
HOPE, at least, I achieved it. Let me know if I went too far one way or
the other. Thank you.
By the way, I should point out that while this started as a one-shot fic,
it may (God help me) turn into yet another series... this one, a series of
Asuma putting Noa through a number of tortures- in a thematically
appropriate way for Patlabor (or at least in the setting of Patlabor)- for
their mutual pleasure. Or it may just stay at this one-shot... we'll see.

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