Math Learnings with the Tutor: Session 2
After his first spanking two weeks prior, Pete had been on his best behavior, finishing his math homework to his tutor's delight. He enjoyed pleasing her and put more effort into his schoolwork. However, an uncontrollerable urge was building inside him each day. This urge was to receive another spanking.
Though hesitant to act on this urge, he recalled his tutor's earlier mention of using a paddle, which brought him pleasure as well as fear. He was unsure if he could handle a paddling, as he had no experience with it. However, the desire only intensified, ruling over his anxiety. He knew just what he had to do.
His tutor had acquired the paddle right after his initial spanking and was eager to use it on him. Worried she'd pushed him too far, she contemplated giving him a reminder with a warning during one of their sessions. "Tonight's homework is easy and should be completed and correct," she stated. Feeling confident she conveyed her message, Pete knew he wasn't completing his assignment that night.
The following day, upon the tutor's arrival, Pete noticed the hemline of her shirt was lower and her skirt tighter, ending a few inches above the knee. His stomach fluttered with excitement as they sat by the dining room table. "Pete, have you finished your assignment?" she asked, hopeful he'd taken the hint.
"No, ma'am. I'm sorry," he replied slyly.
"Why not?" she asked with sternness.
"I was going to, but then I watched porn instead," he confessed.
"Oh Pete, this is not good behavior; that's very naughty of you," she responded, shaking her head. "What did I say would occur if you didn't prioritize your work?"
"You said I'd receive the paddle, ma'am," he admitted, nervously.
"That's right, and on top of that, you were watching porn! That's unacceptable; there's a time and place for porn, and it's not while completing your homework," she expressed her disappointment. "So you'll be receiving a severe spanking. This is not befitting a good student."
The mention of the paddle brought arousal to Pete. He sighed in anticipation, knowing it'd be worse than the first spanking. She left the dining room, returning with a wide wooden paddle with holes carefully carved. Pete winced as he gazed at the formidable tool. He placed it on the table with a thud, noticing how dense and heavy it was against the wooden surface.
"Get up," she ordered. Pete started to stand, his backside shaking with nerves and voyeurism. She admired his trepidation, creating an urge to administer the spanking he craved. "Remove your clothes," she directed. He sighed in hesitation, taking the time to remove his clothes, his eyes never leaving her. He sat on the chair, his body glowing with excitement and trepidation. "Bend over my lap, young man." He complied, admiring how her thighs stretched in his direction.
"I'm disappointed in you, Pete. You're almost 17, acting like a young boy," she scolded, caressing his bare bottom. Her voice dripped with punishment. She smacked his bottom several times with her free hand, causing him to moan and thrust against her legs. She then delivered increasingly harsh smacks, interrupting each with soothing caresses. Wasting no time, she returned to disciplining him, smacking him as hard as she could. Her actions only fueled his arousal, which she took advantage of. She stretched his bottom cheeks and hit him right by his balls, directly attacking his sensitive parts. "You seem to really be enjoying this," she purred, pushing his limits even more.
She paused and asked, "Do you want me to continue this way?"
"Yes, ma'am," Pete responded, his backside itching for more. Her response, however, abruptly changed the tone. "Please, go get me a wooden spoon from the kitchen." Puzzled by her request, he went to the kitchen and retrieved the wooden spoon. Upon returning, his tutor commanded, "Kneel here." He knelt before her, and she grabbed the paddle. "Go to the living room. Bend over the arm of the loveseat. Reach across and place your hands on the far arm."
He obliged, positioning himself perfectly for the spanking. She instructed, "Higher." He raised his chest more, bending further forward. "No, higher," she added. He stretched higher. "Higher." He stretched once again. "Higher," she repeated. He pushed his chest even further down, placing both his hands on the loveseat. "Stay like that. Don't move."
She swiftly stood up and walked toward the dining room table. "Pete, you need to grow up," she told him as she walked away. He glanced back at the paddle she'd left on the table, admiring how heavy it looked. Suddenly, she reappeared, embodying confidence and command, yelling, "Bend over the loveseat and grab the far arm!"
He prepared for the blow but wasn't ready for the excruciating pain when the first hit hit right in the middle of his buttocks. It seemed like his butt had exploded. He struggled to breathe through the discomfort, but another strike even harder than the first followed, then yet another one.
She enjoyed his reactions as his body strained and bobbed. "I can see you're in pain, sweetheart, but this is just the beginning," she murmured. He doubted he could handle much more.
The paddle smashed against his bare buttocks repeatedly, leaving bruises within seconds. Cursing, he clung to the seat, enduring blow after blow. The beating finally ceased, but the burning intensified. Exhausted, he lay on the chair, gasping for air. He'd never felt pain like this before. With a satisfied grin, she announced, "I absolutely adore this paddle." She circled behind him and examined his bruised buttocks. "Look how pink you've turned. It'll last for the whole week!" she squealed gleefully as she touched his hot skin. She slapped him again, then commanded, "Get up."
She hugged him close, then stepped back to examine him with concern. He'd still not cried, but now his lip quivered. She wrapped her arms around him again, cradling his head to her chest, comforting him.
Her kind embrance and gentle touch caused him to awaken from his semi-lucid state. "Is that for me?" she teased, checking his erection. He turned beet red. She smiled and reassured him, "I'm more than happy to attend to that."
He gazed at her strangely. "You seem more focused on my injured bottom, though," she stated, checking his swollen backside. "You mom has some soothing cream that would undoubtedly alleviate the pain. Would you please fetch it for me?"
He nodded, then dashed off awkwardly, his rosy cheeks glowing and retrieved the cream from his mom's medicine cabinet. "Thank you, both," she said with a smile as she considered his position. She instructed, "Now, get back over my lap. I don't want any stains on my dress." She hoisted her dress up to reveal her thighs. "Come here, honey."
He substituted himself over her lap, aligning his penis with her thigh. She anointed his tender cheeks with the soothing cream. Her hands were tender yet firm, loosening up his tense muscles. His breathing deepened as he relaxed in her grasp.
The sensation was so arousing that he began pressing himself against her, generating intense pleasure. In response, she enclosed her legs around his penis, tightening her grip. Her fingers danced along the length of his body, sending chills through his body. She massaged his ass as he ground himself against her. She dug one finger into his tight hole, sending waves of ecstasy through him. She left it there and fondled his balls rhythmically, in sync with his grinding, accelerating until he climaxed on her thighs.
Remorseful for the mess, he muttered an apology, and she interrupted, "It's alright, love, you simply lay here. I'll clear your mess," she said, rising up and snatching a towel. She bent over and wiped his own bodily fluids from her legs.
He watched her amazement and noticed a wet spot on her underwear. She saw him fixated and explained, "The paddling has rendered me quite moist. Would you like to assist me in this matter?"
He eagerly consented, wishing to serve her.
"Then you're responsible for solving this," she stated as she slid off her underwear. She sat on the loveseat, wearing just a top and heels, sporting his semen on her lower legs. She snatched a towel and wiped her legs clean.
Pete observed her in astonishment, seeing a damp patch on her underwear. She informed him, "Your current situation has made me extremely wet. Would you like to help me with that?"
He agreed, intending to please his math instructor to the fullest extent. "I've been created to gratify you," he expressed, lustful passion oozing from him.
"Well then," she said, "we both have needs here. Position yourself before me." He complied and changed positions, kneeling before her. "Explain to me how you might satisfy a woman," she inquired. He nodded. "Perfect," she said, guiding his head between her legs.
Satisfied with his actions, he sat back on his knees, grinning at her. She responded with a pleasant smile, "You're a great helper." Those words held immense significance for him. Proud of providing satisfaction to his tutor, he felt accomplished. The cleaning process completed, they were both aware of the format their sessions would follow.