Free Taken By The Karate Instructor by Tiffany Madison Page B

partner?” he asked.
    I nodded and shrugged my shoulders.
    “I guess so,” I responded.
    Sensei kept his hand on my shoulder as he led me to the exercise mat that was in the front of the room. I felt submissive as I followed his lead.
    I glanced over to the mirror as we walked, noticing how much taller Sensei was than me. He made my petite figure look even smaller and I found myself blushing again, nervous in his presence.
    “Okay, Becky,” he said, as he positioned himself on the mat opposite me. “There are forms in Karate that you must learn and I will start teaching you those next time. But today, I’m going to show you some simple sparring techniques, just to get you used to being on the mat.”
    Fuck... I thought. I have no idea what I’m doing.
    I smiled nervously and watched as Sensei put his hands together in a praying position and then bowed traditionally in front of me. I did the same and smiled coyly when I brought my eyes back to his.
    “Okay,” he said. “The first thing you must remember is that Karate is a martial art. It’s not just a game or a sport. It’s an ancient art form. But don’t ever assume that because it is an art, that it’s not useful.”
    Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed several of the students watching on, probably judging whether or not I was going to be a good fit for the class.
    “Hit me,” Sensei said.
    I raised my eyebrow and cocked my head to the side.
    “Seriously?” I asked.
    Sensei nodded, giving me a piercing look with his beautiful eyes.
    “I don’t know about that,” I said.
    I had only ever been in one fight, but I knew that I could have a pretty mean right hook if I wanted to and I didn’t want to hurt the man.
    “Do it,” he said. “I’m going to show you a deflection throw.”
    What in the hell is that? I asked myself.
    “Are you sure?” I asked, nervously balling up my hand into a fist.
    Sensei nodded again, the look on his face unchanging.
    “Okay...” I whispered.
    Then I reached back, with my balled-up fist at eye level. I swung forward, bringing my fist toward his perfectly square jaw. I thought for sure that I was going to land the punch and that Sensei would be knocked out cold on the mat. However, that’s not at all what ended up happening.
    Before my fist made it to his face, Sensei casually took a step to the side and grabbed my wrist as it was in motion. Then he used my own momentum to flip me over onto the map so that I landed on my back. Within a second, Sensei was on top of me, holding my arms above my head, pressing me firmly downward.
    “This is called a grasshopper hold,” he said, his lips just inches away from my own.
    I could smell his wintergreen-flavored gum as he spoke and out of reflex, I wanted to lift the back of my head up off of the mat and press my lips against his.
    With all of his weight on me, though, I was completely vulnerable and I couldn’t have moved an inch if I had wanted to. Luckily, though, I didn’t want to.
    I felt my pussy grow damp underneath my robe, immediately creating a sticky concoction that caused my panties to cling to my skin. I bit my bottom lip, looking up into Sensei’s eyes, falling deep into the dark blue and completely ignoring the fact that there were students watching.
    It felt like we had laid there for a few minutes, but I know it was only a few seconds. Sensei picked himself up off of me and as soon as he did, I missed his presence.
    He reached down and grabbed my hand, picking me up off of the floor. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. Some of the students began clapping for me and I smiled.
    “Way to go down like a champ!” one of the students shouted.
    I began laughing, knowing that it would be better if I just went ahead and made fun of myself. It was clear that I had a long ways to go if I couldn’t even land a punch on a guy.
    I bowed jokingly in front of the class, as if I had just ended a star role in a play. Then I began to walk away from the mat