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Remember the problem she was having in calculus? She was cutting class because she didn't understand the subject. After I stressed the need to pass the class she approached the instructor who arranged for a tutor and some extra work to catch up. The tutor was a mathematics major in his third year. The girl in question described him as a real nerd. He carried a briefcase everywhere, his glasses were held together with tape, all he ever talked about was "the beauty of numbers" and, as far as she could tell, he never went out on dates. Nevertheless, he knew his stuff and had the rare ability to make the most obscure aspects of higher math understandable to anyone, even her.
Their first few sessions went well. They ran into some difficulties and he was understanding but only to a point. I think it was their third meeting when his patience started to run out. She was distracted by something and not paying attention and he accused her of not caring if she learned anything or not. She refuted his assertion without giving the exact reason why passing the class was so important to her (and her rear end). The argument continued and during the heated exchange she finally admitted she had to get a good grade or there would be hell to pay. He sneered, "Yeah. What's Mommy and Daddy going to do? Spank you?"
She was so mad she fired back, "Yes. My father will bare my rear end and I won't be able to sit down for days."
She barely had time to regret her words and start to blush before he answered. "I only wish he would. There are times when a good spanking is just the thing for a girl like you. You probably wouldn't be failing this subject if he had actually had taken you over his knee."
As he spoke she realized that he didn't think she was telling the truth. He thought she was just being sarcastic and trying to egg him on. However, her momentary relief was strained as he continued, "Direct application of hand to bottom would do a world of good to fix your childish attitude. I've half a mind to do it myself if I thought it would do any good. Maybe a sore rear end would get you to concentrate. What's so difficult about the concept of a limit approaching infinity?"
Luckily, he inadvertently steered the conversation away from her rear end and back to math so they returned to their work. Now she had a different distraction. What would he think if he knew she really was still subject to corporal punishment and what would it be like to really be over his knee and would he really spank her? She had to really force herself to focus on the calculus but every time he pointed to a page she looked at his hands which just might land on her bottom and really .
The next time they met she was watching for any sign that he remembered the discussion regarding her "childish attitude" and his method of dealing with it. They got through the lesson without mentioning even a hint of spanking but again, it took some doing for her to stop thinking about that and pay attention to the math.
That night she and her trusty vibrator got into bed and for the first time, he was the star of the little movie in her head.
I have to make some assumptions here since I don't know what he was thinking but it's safe to say he hadn't forgotten the subject of spanking and the thought of performing such an act on her adorable little bottom was a constant companion. For a long time prior to this his bedtime reveries had revolved around providing discipline to willing young females and the very night he played an important part in her fantasy, she was unknowingly providing a similar service to him.
He had always been shy around girls. The few dates he had in High School were disasters and so far, he had no luck in college. But she was different. Maybe it was the circumstances under which they had to see each other. It wasn't a girl and guy together thing so it was safe and even when they weren't talking about math he found himself at ease with her. He replayed "The Conversation" over and over again. He especially liked that part she threw in about her bottom being bared. That really got him going. He had already memorized the shape of her backside and thoughts of it naked and quivering and under his hand fueled his fantasy Then he convinced himself that she really was telling the truth about how her parents still spanked her which made the bare bottom aspect even better. And then there was the business of him saying he considered taking her over his own knee. The fact that she didn't tell him to go to hell was significant. He was torn between two possibilities. He liked the idea of continuing their friendship beyond tutor/student but on the other hand, he could risk everything and fulfill his dream of actually spanking a real girl. It was possible wasn't it? After all, she was used to being spanked, right? And while he wasn't her father she needed him to pass the class and that gave him some kind of hold over her, didn't it? Maybe he could slip the subject into their meetings. He would go carefully and at the first sign that she thought he was overstepping his bounds he would back off and apologize for it as a bad joke. It might work, wouldn't it?
It did but not right away. It was two more sessions before he had his chance. After explaining something over and over he acted more frustrated with her than he actually was. He gathered his courage and said, "If you don't try you won't ever understand. What's it going to take. Should we just give up or, I've got an idea. How about if I take you over my knee and refocus your attention? Would that help?"
He had to remember to breathe as he waited for her response. He was so preoccupied trying to appear nonchalant that he almost missed her slight blush before she said, "It might but I'd like to try and understand that first step before we resort to drastic measures."
Her smile warmed his heart and his hopes (as well as other things) were raised by her reply. Even though she refused his suggestion it was not an outright rejection of the theory. That was the only mention of what was, unbeknownst to either, a favorite subject for both of them but the seed which he had planted a few sessions ago was growing stronger.
In the next few days he was planning just how to move forward. He didn't want to seem too eager but he didn't want the opportunity to pass and be lost forever. As he was wracked with indecision she was taking action. She had already decided to let him spank her but first she had to know what a real spanking (as opposed to her fantasies) over her clothes felt like. That's where my wife and I came into her plan. She wasn't sure if I would restrict the experiment to just the seat of her pants but there was no harm in asking. And if I decided to continue on her bare bottom she really have any objection. It would be instructive to see if her hypothesis that a slow and leisurely spanking was as sexy as she hoped it would be. She also thought about the possibility that I might follow the fantasy she told us about to the very end and figured that she should be prepared for that too. She put the vibrator into the strap drawer, wrote a note telling us where to find it and waited for the right moment to offer herself for our entertainment and her edification. As you know, the exercise was a success on many levels.
That memory was fresh in her mind and she was filled with anxious anticipation two days later when she went to her next lesson. The first order of business was for him to review her homework. She had purposely done a few of the problems wrong and he was shocked. "How could you forget how to do them. They're some of the easiest ones and I thought we covered how to do them last time so what's the problem?"
She hung her head so he would think she was embarrassed but mostly to hide her shy smile as she said, "I don't know. I guess I wasn't paying enough attention and just forgot. I'll do better next time. Are you mad at me?"
In truth, he wasn't. He was getting too fond of her to be angry. He said, "I'm not mad at you but I am disappointed. Last time you said all you needed was to go over the first step. Well, we did and you seemed to understand it."
He paused for a moment and must have realized that she had given him an opening. He probably didn't expect anything to happen right away but it wouldn't hurt to subtly give the idea a little more air time. He added, "Since reviewing the fundamentals didn't work perhaps we should consider my other suggestion. Maybe it's time for more drastic measures."
According to my wife, her little sister laughed as she told how his jaw dropped when answered him. She said, "You're right. I really want to learn this stuff and I'm willing to try anything if you think it will help."
He quickly recovered as much of his composure as he could and after a moment of flustered searching found an unoccupied chair. (All the others were piled with books and things. Housekeeping was not his strong suit.) If there was any doubt in his mind that she was really going to let him spank her it was gone when he sat down. She was standing right next to his leg and unless she turned away, she had no place to go except over his knee. Which, of course, is where he wanted her to be, where she wanted to be and in a moment, where she was.
I know exactly what a lovely sight a female bottom lying on your lap is. The fact that it was still wrapped in denim and cotton (he guessed) did not lessen the effect. I'm sure he wanted to spend some time appreciating the view but he couldn't afford the chance that she might change her mind As the old saying goes, strike while the iron's hot. In this case what he struck wasn't iron. It was soft and not very hot. At least not in the way he imagined. She felt the heat building a few inches from where his hand was landing from the moment she put herself in her present position. His slight delay as he gazed down at her worried her. Maybe he was having second thoughts and wouldn't go through with it. His first spank was harder than she expected but a relief nonetheless. It was really happening. She was getting spanked by a boy her own age, plus a year or two. Not that I'm that much older but I think you know what she meant. It was scary, exciting, embarrassing, wonderful and getting just a little painful. He wasn't sure she would react favorably to an outright sexual advance but operating on the conviction that she expecting a spanking to be a fairly unpleasant experience he was satisfied by doing just that. He wasn't wasting any time with gentle interludes of intimate caresses although he must've wanted to. Instead, hard swat followed hard swat again and again until her first real "Ouch".
Although he instinctively knew that if, no, not if, when her father spanked her a little cry of pain would be just the beginning of her punishment. Nevertheless, he didn't want to push his luck so he stopped and only then let his hand rest on her for a moment before letting her up. She noticed the way his pants had an extra bulge and smiled to herself to know she was not the only one to be aroused by the event. However, neither of them acted on their impulses and when she stood up he remained seated. She wiped a tear or two from her eyes and he reached out to take her hand. He spoke softly but with a newfound authority. "I'm sorry we had to do that but unless you straighten up it won't be the last time. If I have to resort to drastic measures again I will and it won't be over your jeans. Go and wash your face. Then we have work to do."
When they opened the books she suddenly remembered how to work the problems and they had a productive lesson. I'm speaking about the math as well as the other things they were learning from each other.
She was the model student the following session and nothing was said about the subject that was close to the forefront of their thoughts. She didn't want to appear too easy and was taking a perverse pleasure out of frustrating him. She could see that he was looking over her work very carefully to find the slightest mistake.
The next meeting was in the evening and followed their first `date'. He invited her to come early and they shared a gourmet meal of pizza and soda. In honor of the occasion he went as far as to get new frames for his glasses and comb his hair. She noticed these major changes in his appearance and was flattered. Then he said he wanted to talk about her homework. This was what she was waiting for and she defiantly replied, "I decided I needed a break from calculus so I didn't do it. We can work the problems tonight."
He managed to hide his surprise. While she was in the bathroom he had opened her notebook and quickly reviewed the work she had done. He was satisfied and what he wanted to discuss about it was to tell her she had done a good job. The only reason he could come up with for her bold-faced lie about not doing the exercises was that, unbelievable as it sounded, she wanted him to spank her. With that thought in mind he said, "I can see another problem we have deal with first. Your attitude. Let's see if an enhanced version of the drastic measures can help. You're going to get another spanking before we do anything else."
Once he was seated she took her position next to him and waited. He said, "Do you remember what I said last time? Specifically about how you would get your next spanking."
She nodded and wordlessly unbuttoned her jeans. As they slid down she went into her next position. This time he unashamedly rubbed his hand on her bottom as he reiterated his disapproval of her lack of responsibility. Two dozen swats followed. Not nearly as hard as her father or I would would've given her if it were a real spanking but more than the non-punishment application in our living room. It could've been the shortest spanking she ever received. She correctly assumed he would stop when she verbally acknowledged the effect of his efforts and his efforts were well worth acknowledging. The lack of protection was evident and the swats were considerably more effective than the ones he gave her over her jeans and it wasn't long before she wanted to cry out. So what held her back? She could tell he was enjoying it as long as he didn't hurt her too bad and she wanted his pleasure to last as long as possible. There was also her own feelings to be considered. She was loathe to admit it but there was a comfort in receiving a good spanking and as her body involuntarily squirmed and the sting built she was more and more content to be on his lap. At last she could not keep her silence (if you can call the grunts and groans she'd been emitting so far as silence).
As before he stopped when he heard her and kept her on his lap for a moment while his hand rested after its exertion. Unlike the previous occasion he did not apologize for spanking her and when she reached down to pull up her jeans he said, "No. We're going to work those problems and if you make any mistakes you're going back over my knee. It'll save time if you just leave them where they are."
She argued, "I can't walk around like this. It's embarrassing and I might trip."
Bolstered by the fact that she had, in essence, volunteered for the spanking he didn't back down. In fact he raised the ante. "The embarrassment will do you good but you're right about stumbling. Take them off."
The only other vacant chair was by the table where they did their work. She hobbled to it and cringed a bit as she sat down to comply with his order. The problem with tight jeans is that you have to take your shoes off before they can clear your feet. When he told her to take her socks off also she knew it was only a matter of time before the rest of her clothes followed. Even though this last spanking really hurt she had the presence of mind to notice the tell-tale bulge in his pants and she almost smiled when he told her to face the table and open her books. She knew he needed to readjust himself in his pants before he stood up and joined her at the table to begin the math lesson. Sitting on the hard chair did nothing to relieve the sting on her bottom but that was not necessarily a bad thing. It only increased the craving for her fingers to slip down and give her other part the attention it was demanding. To top it off she couldn't help thinking about what he and his bulge might want to do with her. Given these distractions it was inevitable that she would suffer from loss of concentration. I'm sure he had other things on his mind also. It was pure luck that her focus on the academic subject gave out first and he had to repeat some obscure point twice. That was all the excuse he (and she) needed. He scraped his chair away from the table and said, "Back over you go and this time nothing is going to be between my hand and your bottom."
Part of her was thrilled. She had developed a plan and now was the time to put it into action. She was counting on the fact that once her panties were off there would be no stopping them from going all the way. She was a little scared but eager to give her whole body to him. As soon as she was close enough for him to put his fingers at her waist she held her breath and the panties began their descent.
They didn't have to travel far to be sufficiently clear of his target if all he had in mind was spanking. But adequate access to her rear end was not his only goal (or hers) and she breathed a sigh of relief as he guided them all the way to her ankles. She immediately lifted her feet and the panties were history. She had a momentary impulse to put her hands in front of her crotch as his gaze traveled back up her legs. Two things stopped her. Any sort of modesty was always completely out of the question when she was about to be spanked and even though she hoped to avoid it she had to keep up appearances. The other thing was that she wanted him to see her. She watched his eyes and felt a small glow of pride when they lingered on her private parts. As they continued upward she saw them tarry a moment at her chest and she knew he wanted to see more of that area too.
When his eyes met hers she quickly looked down but not in shame. She focused on her breasts for a second and then raised her eyes. He let his gaze travel back to that part (or those parts) of her and then back up. Both sets of eyes went back to the lumps on her chest and then locked again with his eyebrows raised as a question. The translation of this communication is as follows: "I like what I see." "I'm glad. Would you like to see my breasts?" "These lovely breasts?" "Yes and I'm glad you think they're lovely." "They are indeed. Would you really show them to me?" "Yes I will."
The last part wasn't spoken with her eyes but with her fingers that trembled slightly as she reached down to grasp the bottom of her T-shirt. As soon as that was pulled over her head and tossed to the side her hands went behind her. Unlike her fantasy and when she stripped for me there was no hesitation. The bra slid down her arms and fell to the floor. As her big sister had predicted, it was just a little uncomfortable to be nude in front of him but the excitement of what was to come overrode any embarrassment. She stood straight with her shoulders back and her chest thrust out towards him. The silence reigned as she expanded the conversation of the eyes to include her whole body and say, "You are welcome to do more than just look at them." He responded, "Yes thank you, I think I will." by reaching out to touch them like they were sacred icons. She purred and stepped closer so he could get a better grip but he had other plans. He took her hand and gently pulled her across his lap.
This was not in her plan. Her rear end still had vivid memories of his last spanking. She wasn't looking forward to a repeat but there was no way she could avoid it without looking foolish. She would have to confess that she lied about her homework just so he would take drastic action. Better to endure whatever was going to happen. After all, she had been spanked by experts and this couldn't be any worse than the times her father or I punished her. Brave thoughts but she couldn't help regretting the brave front she put up a little while ago although it wasn't her front that bore the brunt of the attack. As she settled into position and he made a few adjustments she was no longer as happy to be devoid of clothes especially back there. The fear of the pain to come put a momentary damper on her libido. She mentally gritted her teeth and waited for the hard slap she knew was about to land. Her experience over male laps had taught her that it was going to get a lot worse before it got any better.
Unfortunately for her state of mind she was thinking about the wrong sort of spanking experience and what came next was not entirely new but totally unexpected. It was like the second time she was over my lap. Gentle swats with only a few sharp ones to keep her bottom warm. The gentle rubbing between spanks was where his technique and mine differed, at least when it came to this young lady's bottom. The area where he was allowed to caress was totally unrestrained and his fingers traveled into much more intimate territory. They covered every inch of her rear end and even slipped between her thighs which were opening wider and wider. His hand would leave the primary theater of operations to the inside of her knee and slowly inch its way higher and higher with each successive attempt. A few more swats, a little comforting and light fingers blazing a quiet trail ever closer to where her beautiful legs met. As she tells it, it's hard to tell time when you're getting a serious spanking and it's just as hard to guess how long he spent slapping, squeezing, rubbing, stroking, trailblazing, etc.
It was the final etc. (when his fingers took up spelunking) that necessitated a change of venue. He discarded his clothes as they made their way to the only other uncluttered surface in the place. He pulled the covers down and they climbed between the sheets. Now he was more than willing to take her up on the offer to get a better grip on her breasts and when he brought his lips, tongue and teeth into play his hands were free to do a little more etc. He was not the only one satisfying a curiosity. This was her first opportunity to study a naked male body so completely. She enjoyed her explorations and the cute little noises he made as she discovered so many things she could do with it. This delight in listening to and watching the erotic reactions to touching, kissing, nibbling, etc. was shared by both participants. Their mutual research in the field of human sexuality could only last so long before it was time for a more in- depth investigation of the subject. He eschewed total male nudity in favor of safe sex and a moment later the number of virgins in the world decreased by two. Ah, the beauty of numbers.
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