Math Tutoring Service: The Math Tutor 01
Pete's mom arranged a tutor for him over the summer to boost his math abilities. Despite hating math and not liking being stuck indoors doing schoolwork when his friends were enjoying the community pool, he adored his tutor. She was a lovely woman roughly his mom's age who was consistently caring and cooperative. Pete's wish to please her fueled his motivation throughout the summer.
His tutor tended to wear elegant clothing, sometimes a modest summer dress or a cozy top with a knee-length skirt. This didn't hinder Pete's curiosity. He would occasionally steal glances down her shirt when she leaned over or ogle her legs when her skirt rode up. Although they never verbally discussed it, she was aware of his fascination. She enjoyed the attention from the attractive 18-year-old.
Pete's mom was a responsible, hard-working woman, but she was often absent from his childhood. As time progressed, he grew closer to his tutor and depended on her emotionally. His tutor was always so kind and supportive, and Pete wasn't sure how to categorize the attraction he felt for her, but he cherished the days he could see her.
His older sister had already moved away, and his parents worked during the day, so he was usually alone with his tutor in the house. He wished to make a move but had no idea how to proceed without jeopardizing their relationship.
One particular morning, he turned in his math assignment from the previous night. He knew it was subpar. He'd spent most of the night watching TV and hastily finished it late at night. His tutor frowned upon seeing it and was visibly frustrated. He genuinely regretted it. He enjoyed receiving praise from her when he did well. When questioned, he admitted to his TV obsession. She scolded him pretty sternly for procrastinating. He was startled because he'd never seen her lose her temper. He was even more shocked to realize he took pleasure in her anger.
Getting reprimanded by his tutor was a novel sensation he'd never experienced. As the days passed, he craved being reprimanded again. While he wished to excel in his work and impress her, he couldn't ignore the growing craving. Two weeks went by, and he couldn't postpone it any longer. He had more homework than usual. She predicted that he would have plenty of time to finish it, and she encouraged him that he was capable.
He decided that this was the night, so he disregarded the homework. When the tutor showed up the next day, she was taken aback that he didn't complete his assignment. He was used to putting forth effort on his assignments, and she knew he had been home the night before. Her reaction was different this time, though. It was one of concern. She inquired gently about any issues in his life she was unaware of. Exasperated but not wanting to disclose his intentions, Pete said nothing was amiss, he was just fatigued and didn't feel like doing the work.
She persisted in trying to understand his behavior, which was unusual. "Pete, please explain why you didn't do your homework the other day," she said with genuine concern. He simply shrugged, looking down. "I'm quite disappointed in you," she said, adding a tinge of anger to her tone. He looked up at her, eyes wide. "I emphasized starting early on the work, and you did nothing, absolutely nothing!" she repeated harshly, keeping a careful eye on him.
"I'm truly sorry, ma'am. I just didn't want to do it," he apologized, feigning guilt.
She recognized his trickery. "What am I supposed to do with you? That type of behavior is not acceptable. Your mother is counting on you to learn. How are your math skills supposed to improve if you don't do your homework?" she continued reprimanding, keeping an eye out for any discomfort.
He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. It was clear he was relishing in the power dynamic shift. "What steps should I take to change this?" she inquired, eyebrows raised.
Hearing the word 'punish' sent a surge of excitement through his body. He'd never felt such a rush before and realized he truly wanted her to discipline him like an errant child. "Perhaps," he whispered, even though his mind was yelling 'YES!' He looked up at her, almost beseeching.
"How about some punishment to boost your motivation?" she queried, holding eye contact. He shook his head, not wanting to admit out loud his desire for a bare-bottomed spanking over her knee. She ventured some suggestions. "I could make you write lines. Double the homework." She stopped for a brief moment, looking into his eyes. "Or perhaps I could take you over my knee and give you a sound spanking." He gulped out a deep breath, revealing his real wish. "Which would it be?" she questioned pointedly.
"I, uh... I suspect a spanking would be in order," he murmured.
Smiling, she agreed. "Good choice. If you'd put in some effort with your homework, I'd just give you a warning, but since you didn't bother, you'll receive a real spanking with your trousers down. Do you comprehend?"
He nodded. She shifted a dining room chair to the center of the living room and sat down. "Position yourself over my lap, palms flat on the floor." He stood up, struggling to hide his erection. He lowered himself over her, his feet now hovering in the air.
Resting her hand on his trousers, she began chastising him about his behavior and lack of motivation. She started spanking his bottom through his clothes. The hits were strong, but the pain was muffled by his trousers, intensifying his arousal. After a few minutes, she directed, "Pull your trousers down."
Obediently, he took his pants off to his ankles and bent back over her lap. She swatted him through his underwear for a few more minutes. The contact was more intimate as his penis rubbed against her leg, only separated by his underwear and her skirt. The sting of her hand caused some pain, but the pain was delightful. He lifted his hips, eager for more. She quickly slid his underwear down and continued spanking his bare bottom. She spanked him for several minutes, ensuring to cover his entire ass until it was a vibrant pink. She stopped and asked, "Does your mom have a hairbrush?"
Hesitatingly, he relayed the information.
"Could you be a dear and fetch me her largest hairbrush, please?" she asked sultrily. She smirked as he shuffled away while partially undressed, wearing only his boxers.
He fetched a sizable wooden hairbrush. She took it from his hands and instructed him, "Take off all your clothing. You'll be fully nude for the remainder of your spanking."
Subserviently, he removed his clothes. Seeing his erect penis leaking pre-cum, she hiked her skirt up to her thighs. "Come back over my lap, son," she ordered sharply.
He bent himself over her lap, experiencing an overwhelming bliss from the skin contact. She wasted no time in spanking his naked ass hard with the hairbrush, alternating cheeks and targeting his sit spot. The pain came swiftly and forcefully, and she continued until his ass looked like a mushroom. He flailed and wriggled to stay on her lap.
"Maintain a position on my lap or your spanking will be more severe," she cautioned. She spanked him on his tush for five more minutes while he thrashed all over her lap. His ass throbbed in agony, but the pain brought excitement.
"Well, you didn't obey me well. I warned you. Go grab a belt from your father's closet."
"Aye, ma'am," he answered respectfully.
She admired his obedience and submission. She strolled into his parents' bedroom, expecting him to stay there while she fetched the belt. When he hesitated, she sternly reminded him, "No delay, get that belt."
He collected a thick leather belt and returned to her, offering it up. She took the belt from him and compelled him, "Go to the dining table. Bend over, chest touching the surface."
He bent low, spreading his legs to get his torso to the level of the table. He felt so exposed and vulnerable, with his red burning ass protruding. She caressed his ass and uttered, "What do you get for not heeding my orders?"
"Um, a spanking?" he suggested hesitantly.
"That's correct," she confirmed. Whipping out the belt, she lined it up to his ass and applied a stinging hit at his upper thighs. He cried out in pain from the belt's sting. Another sharp whiplash hit his consistantly naked bottom. She pushed him back downwards and gave him thirty more vigorous swipes, choosing every inch of his recently punished rear.
"Please, it burns," he begged.
"Yeah, sweetheart, a spanking is supposed to hurt. Now keep your mouth zipped and accept your punishment." She dished out another twenty firm smacks and then ordered him to the corner of the room. "Position yourself with your hands on your noggin. I need you to reflect on your actions and make plans to correct your future behavior."
After ten minutes of contemplation, she demanded him to change. "I hope the lesson sank in. Clearly, you need more disciplinary actions. I'll purchase a paddle, which I'll bring each time we meet. The next instance you're slacking or show no enthusiasm, you'll be in for some paddle time. You comprehend, right?"
"Yes, miss," he responded.
Giggling, she stepped out, taking the car home. Each time Pete sat, his memory of the blistering spank lingered, stirring up arousing sensations. He would pleasure himself to the idea of being spanked by his mathematics coach for many days. It didn't take long for him to intentionally disobey, hoping for another round of spanking.
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