Free Taken By The Karate Instructor by Tiffany Madison Page A

piercing stare was demanding and authoritative, but also very sexual.
    I smiled coyly, hoping that he would smile back. His serious facial expression didn’t change, though, as he eyed me up and down, giving me a slow once over.
    Without even being conscious of it, I pushed my chest out a bit, trying to make the most of the mounds of flesh on my chest that men seemed to enjoy staring at. He seemed unimpressed by it, though, and immediately brought his attention back to the class.
    “Students!” he shouted. “We have a newcomer!”
    The class stopped shouting immediately and they all turned to look at me. I felt my face get hot as blood rushed to it, causing me to blush. I didn’t feel comfortable being in the spotlight, and the instructor had just brought the focus of 30 students to me.
    “I’m Sensei Domka,” the instructor said, giving me a traditional bow.
    I awkwardly bowed in return and said, “My name is Becky. I’ve never done this before...”
    A half smile crossed Sensei Domka’s face, as if he had already figured that out by the way I was acting.
    “Join the class,” he said, in his deep voice that both turned me on and intimidated me at the same time.
    The students all watched as I set my bag down near the front door and made my way to the back of the room.
    “No, up here,” Sensei said, pointing at the front row of students. “All newcomers start in the front.”
    Still blushing, I walked to the front of the room. I looked at myself in the giant mirror that was hung behind Sensei as I stepped forward, noticing how red my face was.
    I could feel my heart beating in my chest and I began wondering if I should just leave. It felt like I was joining something serious and I was having second thoughts on whether or not I belonged.
    Sensei watched me all the way until I got to the front of the room. Then he said, “Okay, students. Begin again.”
    Ichi, ni, san, shi! They shouted in unison, starting their pushups again without any hesitation.
    I got down on my knees and then leaned forward, putting the weight of my upper body on my hands. Gravity caused my robe to pull off of my breasts a bit and when I looked down, I noticed that I could see all the way to my nipples.
    I pushed my feet back so that I was holding myself up completely with my arms, and began doing pushups.
    One...two...three... I counted in my head, as the rest of the class shouted in Japanese.
    At three pushups, I was spent. It was all I could do to get up from the fourth one, my arms shaking as I pushed.
    Whatever... I thought. I’m a petite girl, not a freaking drill sergeant or something.
    The students continued, and I stopped. I sat back so that I was sitting on my heels and when I looked up at Sensei, he was shaking his head in disappointment.
    “We’ll have to work on getting you stronger,” he said, as he kneeled next to me. “Karate is mostly technique, but it does also rely on strength.”
    His voice seemed less intimidating than it had earlier and I felt like I could relax a little bit around him.
    Go, ruku, shichi, hachi, ku, ju!!!
    The students finished counting out their last set of pushups and then stopped in unison. Sensei slowly looked down at my chest and then brought his eyes back to mine, before stepping back in front of the class.
    “Okay students,” he said. “Today we will teach our newest student, Becky, the basics of Karate...”
    “Yes, Sensei!” they shouted.
    Then Sensei Domka smiled before saying; “Let’s try to go easy on her.”
    ***
    A ll of the students had paired off into partners and they began sparring. I looked around the room, realizing that I was the odd number and that everybody else already had their partner.
    It felt weird having nobody pick me, since I was used to being the popular girl in school. I guess here, though, I was just a regular nobody.
    Suddenly, I felt Sensei’s strong hand grip my shoulder. He turned me around, his strength bending me to his will.
    “You need a