Tutoring Beatrice

Chapter 1

The advertisement in the paper caught my eye immediately: “Seeking tutor for wayward young woman. Must be fluent in mathematics, English grammar and history. Salary commensurate with experience. Forward resume to Miss Edwina Robertson, Box 23, Municipal Post Office, Elmira.” I found the word “wayward” particularly interesting.

I immediately sent my resume to the specified address, and, within four days received an answer, setting up an interview for the following week. Elmira was over two hundred miles from where I lived, so I took the train to Elmira on the day of the appointment and arrived at the home of Miss Robertson by taxi at the requested hour.

The home was a large stone building, set well back from the road, on a winding driveway. My knock at the door brought an almost immediate response, and I was surprised to see a woman, only slightly older than I, standing before me. Dressed fashionably in a slightly conservative flapper dress, the woman was not at all what I had expected. Her blondish hair was set in the modish bob of the day. Her handsome face was subtly made up, but not sufficiently to hide a Spartan look in her eyes. Her smile was somewhat acerbic, as she asked me to enter and follow her into the spacious well-appointed living room.

When we were seated, she took almost half a minute before she spoke, her eyes assessing me like a tiger about to devour his dinner. When she finally spoke, her voice was gentle, but direct.

“Your resume impressed me, Mr. Lee. You seem to be well qualified for the job, but I’d like you to tell me a little about yourself.”

“Well, for some reason I’ve always wanted to teach. I graduated from college just before we entered the war in ‘17, but they assigned me to the quartermaster corps, and I never made it oversees. I started teaching high school as soon as I got out of the army in 1918, and I’ve been teaching ever since.”

“And how old are you again?”

“I’ll be 26 in August.”

“What made you decide to apply for this job in particular?”

“Well, to begin with, I like the idea of teaching in a one-on-one relationship. Teaching a bunch of teen-agers can be a real chore, even when they’re fairly well-behaved. And, frankly, I found the word ‘wayward’ in your advertisement most interesting.”

I noticed an immediate spark of pleasure light up her eyes, and I knew I had the job at that moment.

“What is it about this girl that makes her so wayward?,” I asked.

“Oh, Mr. Lee, she’s been a handful ever since I had to take her in. Beatrice, my niece, lived with her mother in some God-forsaken town in Alabama until my sister died of tuberculosis a couple of months ago. Her father was killed in the war in France. My sister became very ill about four years ago, and she pulled Beatrice out of school to take care of her a couple of years ago.”

“Now Beatrice isn’t the smartest kid on the block to begin with, so she’s badly in need of schooling. Besides that, I find her defiant and rude, so I am forced to discipline her constantly.”

“How do you discipline her, if I may ask?”

“Certainly! I find the cane on the bare to be the most effective. Sometimes I revert to just a spanking if her backside is sufficiently bruised, but her recalcitrance is such, that I feel I have to be as harsh as I can, to offset her moodiness.”

“I see.”

“Let me get her in here now, so you can meet her, and we’ll see if you want to take on my little problem-child.”

A few moments later she had Beatrice standing before me. She was dressed in only a slip, and she held her hands behind her back diffidently. With her head held low, she stared at the floor in front of her. It took no time at all to see that this girl was anything but difficult. She appeared to be about seventeen or eighteen, though her frame was slender, and her thin face made her look a bit older. Her feet were bare and, though her breasts appeared small, the prominence of her rigid nipples made her slip stick well out in front. Her pale face was pretty, in a somewhat surreal way, with thin lips and a little snub nose. She continued to stare at the floor as her aunt spoke.

“Beatrice, this is Mr. Lee. He has come to interview about tutoring you.”

There was a long pause. “Say hello to Mr. Lee, Beatrice!”

She looked up from the floor for the first time, and our eyes met momentarily.

“Hhhhello, Mr. Lee.” Her eyes then immediately returned to the floor.

“All right, you may return to your room, now, Beatrice.” Without releasing her hands from behind her back Beatrice did a slight curtsy, turned and left the room, climbing the stairway slowly.

When she had returned to her bedroom, I spoke.

“She doesn’t seem very stubborn, Miss Robertson. She appears pretty shy to me.”

“Oh, that’s all an act, Mr. Lee. May I call you, Robert? And please call me Edwina. Yes, she’s just trying to impress you, that’s all. The job is yours, if you want it. I like your demeanor, and I get the impression we think alike in many ways. And, by the way,  I give you permission right now to punish her as you see fit if you take the job.”

“Thank you, Edwina. I’ll have to find a rooming house nearby and move my belongings here, but I would think I can be ready to start work by next Monday.”

“Oh, no, Robert! You’ll live here. I have a room right next to Beatrice’s for you, and you’ll eat your meals here, as well.”

Within minutes we had worked out my salary, not very large, but with all the amenities, certainly fair. Edwina ordered a taxi to take me to the train station, and I was on my way.  I must say the prospects of this job had me fascinated, and the week following was deadly slow, as I awaited the opportunity to begin tutoring and overseeing my charge.

Chapter 2

I arrived the following Sunday afternoon with a trunk and a couple of suitcases and was quickly shown to my room by Edwina. It was large with a double bed and a good-size closet, a desk and chiffonier. After I finished unpacking, I came down to the living room and she and I discussed politics and the world in general.

I finally asked about Beatrice’s absence. Edwina explained that she was being punished, and we wouldn’t see her for the rest of the day. I mentioned dinner, and Edwina told me that Beatrice’s punishment included no meals until tomorrow morning. This led me to understand a little more fully why Beatrice seemed a bit thin.

We listened to the radio after dinner, and I excused myself for bed about ten o’clock. After a bath and brushing my teeth, I fell into bed and was off to dreamland in a matter of minutes.

I was awaked slightly after eight the next morning by the distinct sounds of a spanking including wailing mutterings, obviously emanating from Beatrice’s mouth. I hopped out of bed, and, after rinsing my face and relieving myself, I hurried to dress.

As I came downstairs, the first thing I saw was Beatrice’s naked body standing in the corner of the room, her back to me. Her hands were placed behind her neck, and she was sniffling and hiccupping and her bottom cheeks were almost a bloody red. I ambled past her, my eyes drawn to her plump little backside the whole time as I passed her, until I reached the kitchen, where Edwina was fixing me fried eggs, bacon and toast.

I greeted her and sat. She passed me my plate and sat opposite me. She asked if the spanking had awakened me, and I admitted it had, but that it was time to get up anyway.

“Why the spanking?,” I asked. Edwina replied with a smirk that Beatrice had sassed her again.

“How so?,” I inquired. “Well, I asked her if she wanted her enema before or after her tutoring session today, and she said she’d rather not have one at all. That earned her fifty on her rosy tookus, right then.”

I began to eat my breakfast, when Edwina called to her niece and ordered her into the kitchen. A few moments later a still-naked Beatrice sidled slowly into the kitchen to stand at the side of the table between us. 

This was the first opportunity I had to see the teenager in all her glory, so to speak. As I had noted the pale girl’s breasts were not large, perhaps no bigger than two large plums, but her pinkish brown nipples, as I had noted seeing her in her slip the previous week, were large, what seemed to be permanently erect, and with crinkly areoles almost the size of dollars.

Below, it appeared she had a modicum of wispy brown hair covering her pubes, nowhere near enough to hide the long slit surrounded by two fairly puffy outer lips. I noticed she made no attempt to hide either her tits or her vagina, keeping her hands clasped behind her back. I assumed this because of some standing order from her aunt.

“Mr. Lee says your caterwauling awoke him this morning, you wicked child. I think an abject apology is in order, don’t you?”

“….I…I….I’m verrry sorrrry, Mr. Lee.” The tears began to flow from her eyes and the hiccups started up again.

“Thank you, Bea. Apology accepted.”

“This is the second day in a row I’ve had to punish this bad girl, Robert. I had to cane her yesterday. Dear old Mr. Hicks from next door had taken us to the grocery store, because my car wouldn’t start, and, when we got back, I ordered Beatrice to be nice to Mr. Hicks and fellate him, as she has done on occasion before. Well, I tell you, poor old Mr. Hicks was a wreck by the time I finally made her stop.”

“Now, he is in his 70’s, but she worked on him for over an hour without any results, and he’d gone flaccid and looked like he was going to have a heart attack, before I stopped her. She had brought him off in the past, so it was obvious that she was just teasing him and didn’t want his spunk shooting down her throat this time. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, girl?”

Beatrice’s eyes lowered to the floor and her face turned a slight shade of pink. My first thought, I’m sorry to say, was, ‘I wonder if blow-jobs are perks that come with the tutoring job.’ I was sure the subject would come up at some point.

“I asked you a question, Beatrice. Do we need another spanking to get you to speak civilly?”

“Nnnnnoo, Ma’aaam. I’m really sorry.” She then burst into tears, which began rolling down her cheeks like a dam had broken.

“I would think so. Now, go to your room and wait for Mr. Lee to come up and work on your studies.”

The naked girl then turned and left the room, but not before I was able to discern the fact that beneath the redness, across both buttocks, were a series of striations and purple splotches, obvious remnants of yesterday’s and possibly other punishments from the past.

When I arrived in her room, Beatrice was standing next to her desk, hiccupping, with her chest still shuddering, as she gasped for air. As I placed the books we would be working with on the desk, she asked if she could remain standing while we worked. Knowing how painful her rear end must be at this point, I acquiesced.

We worked for several hours, taking an occasional break, as we studied American history during the Colonial days, trigonometry and English grammar. I could tell that Bea was having trouble grasping so much at one time, and I decided to cut back a bit in the future, but I wasn’t going to bypass the opportunity to find reasons for spanking that lovely bottom of hers.

I must admit it was certainly a bit of a distraction to have a naked girl standing next to me, with her damned fully erect nipples not six inches from my watering mouth, while I tried to explain sines and cosines to her. It wasn’t helping my libido, not to mention my semi-erect prick, when I looked down now and then to see that almost hairless pussy exhibiting itself so flagrantly before me.

When we finished studying for the day, I hit her with what I knew would be an impossible task for her, giving me grounds (like I needed them!) for punishment.

“Okay, Bea, for tomorrow I want you to take this copy of ‘The Tale of Two Cities’ and read the first two chapters, and in your History book, read the section on the Continental Congress. And do these ten problems in trig for tomorrow.”

“Uhhh….I’m not a very fast reader, Mr. Lee. I don’t know that I can get through that much in one night.”

“Well, you’d better get right to it then, Bea. I’m going to be very upset if you’re not ready, when we get together tomorrow morning.”

The tears started all over again, and the look on her face was as though I’d just sentenced her to eternal damnation.

“And put that slip back on! You obviously like to show off your very attractive attributes, but now is not the time.”

“Yyyesss…sir.” She reached for the slip and slid it over her head and onto her body.

I left the room smiling to myself, as she picked up Mr. Dicken’s book with trepidation.

I arrived downstairs and found Edwina was nowhere inside. I looked out on the patio and found her lying in the sun on her chaise lounge. She had pulled her skirt and the legs of her underpants up to the top of her legs, and I could just catch the whiteness of her panties covering her slit.

I sat down next to her and we chatted for a few minutes. I noticed she made no attempt to cover herself down below, which I found an encouraging sign. She asked where Beatrice was, and I explained she was probably working on the homework I’d given her for tomorrow.

“Well, we can’t have that! Beatrice, get yourself down here right now!”

Within moments Bea was stationed directly below the chaise, waiting nervously for whatever Edwina was about to order her to do.

“In the first place, take that slip off right now! You’re being punished, and part of punishment includes humiliation. I’m sure Mr. Lee wants to see your pretty titties and ugly little slit. Shame on you for trying to hide them.”

I mentioned nothing about having told her to put the slip back on.

“But… Mr. Lee….”

I don’t want to hear any more! Get it off! NOW!”

Bea hurried to do as ordered, and moments later stood before us totally naked, her face a pretty shade of pink.

“Did you notice how her nipples stay hard all the time, Robert?”

“Uh…yes, I had noticed that, Edwina.”

“Well, believe it or not, as hard as they are, they can get even harder. Play with them for a minute and see what I mean.”

As I reached to do as she suggested, Beatrice, with a slight moan, instinctively shied away from my touch.

“Don’t you dare move back, you naughty girl! Now, just for that, move in to him so your knee is touching his. That’s better.”

It was obvious that Beatrice was going through hell and back in following Edwina’s orders, but soon she was as close to me as she could get. I reached my hand up to grab the teenager’s left nipple and gently twisted it to and fro for about fifteen seconds.

When I moved my hand away the nubbin had, indeed, expanded and lengthened noticeably. I took some time to stare at it, and then, just to embarrass her a bit more, I lifted my fingers to fondle it a bit more. The look on Bea’s face was one of total humiliation, and tears were rimming her eyes.

I continued to caress her protrusions for a full minute, savoring the feel of her wrinkled areoles and the hardened pencil-point-like stumps. By now Bea had closed her watery eyes and was sheepishly accepting my stimulation.

“All right, that’s enough for right now! I called you down here, brat, because I noticed while I was lying here, that the windows need washing badly. I want you to work on all the downstairs windows this afternoon, inside and out. Get some rags and that bottle of Windex and get busy.”

“Uh….Mr. Lee had given me some reading assignments, and…”

“I don’t give a damn about that! You can do that after you finish the windows. Now, don’t argue with me, unless you want another dose of the cane on that heinie of yours!”

Bea turned quickly and was gone in an instant. Edwina smiled at me, as I rose to go to the bathroom. She noticed that my pants had a distinct emanation where my fly resided and reached over to brush her hand against it.

“Poor baby. Did I make peter stand tall? Well, maybe we can do something about that later on.”

I smiled back at her and excused myself to wander dreamily off to relieve myself. I spent the entire time I was peeing thanking my lucky stars I’d hooked on to this job. At that point I wouldn’t have traded it for a million bucks!      

Eventually Edwina and I ended up sitting in the living room watching Bea work away at cleaning the windows inside. When it came time to wash the outdoor windows, Bea came to ask if she could put her slip on while she was outdoors.

“Of course not, you silly duck! In the first place, nobody cares to look at your ugly naked body, and even if they did, what would they see?  A couple of puny little boobies and a snatch that has almost no hair on it yet. Anybody that saw you would probably think you were a little boy, unless they saw you up close. Nobody’s interested. Now, get to work, and you’d better not dally if you don’t want that sore ass of yours to get any redder.”

Bea grabbed up her rags and Windex and, sobbing, snuck out the back door. As it happened, because of the distance from the road, no one could have seen her anyway, but that didn’t change the look of terror in Bea’s face, as she labored away at the living room outside windows.

When she finally finished, it was time to get dinner ready and Edwina had Bea busy helping until dinner was on the table. After supper, Edwina set Bea to cleaning up the dishes, so it was after seven before she was finally allowed to excuse herself and go upstairs to do some of the homework I had given her.

I was randy as Hell, and looked forward to the opportunity to move in on Edwina. I started in drink wine with dinner and continued when we moved into the living room afterwards, tempering the amount of wine to assure that I was ready for anything sexual that might evolve.

Unfortunately, Edwina started in on scotch and soda, as soon as dinner was over, and I could see a distinct change in her manner, as we sat and chatted while Bea did the dishes.  By the time Bea went upstairs though, Edwina was giving definite signs of wanting to do something libidinous together, but her speech was beginning to slur, and she slopped her glass on the coffee table a couple of times trying to pick it up.

By ten o’clock she had fallen asleep on the couch, but she had made a point of telling me she wanted to be sure to get Bea in bed by ten, so I woke her, and we moved up to Bea’s bedroom. She was busy at her desk, still naked, reading her history book, when we went in.

In a drowsy voice Edwina informed Bea it was time to go to bed. Bea looked at her with puppy-dog eyes and asked if she could please stay up longer, as she hadn’t even gotten started on ‘A Tale of Two Cities’ yet.

“Are you arguing with me again, gutter-girl? I’ve a mind to take you over my knees right now, but I’m too tired. Get in there and wash up and brush your teeth now!”

Obediently Bea quietly slunk into the bathroom and began running water. Edwina, in the meantime, sat on Bea’s bed, eventually lying back to close her eyes. Her short dress had pulled up as she did, revealing her silk drawers beneath it. I figured, correctly as it turned out, that that was as much as I was going to see of Edwina’s pubic area for the evening.

Bea returned after washing up, and Edwina rose from the bed to let her naked niece lie down. Apparently aiming to please me and embarrass Bea at the same time, Edwina asked Bea if she’d washed between her legs. The teen turned almost purple, as she muttered that she had. Edwina said she didn’t believe her and ordered her to raise her legs in the air and spread them.

Hesitantly, Bea did as she had been instructed and ended up displaying herself lasciviously before her tormentor, vagina and anus open in all their splendor. Bea had closed her teary eyes and tilted her head away from us, as she grabbed her legs behind her knees, as requested. Then, to make the ordeal complete, Edwina brought her hand down to Bea’s pussy and, sticking her index finger into Bea’s snatch at the very top of the now spread lips, ran it all the way down the split until she was touching Bea’s sphincter. To finalize the girl’s embarrassment, she dipped her finger in the little puckered hole about an inch or so before removing it, to search for any residue.

“I guess everything looks clean.”

Bea let out a little moan, but Edwina seemed satisfied, turned and staggered slightly as she left the room. I followed her out, turning out the overhead light and bidding Bea a goodnight. I was surprised to see Edwina removing her dress as she swayed down the hallway, but disappointed, when she moved into her bedroom, saying goodnight and closing her door behind her.

I returned downstairs long enough to turn out the lights before heading back upstairs to my lonesome bedroom for a frustrating hour of tossing and turning, before sleep finally blessed me.

Chapter 3      

The next morning I was up bright and early, having a cup of coffee, when Beatrice entered the kitchen in her slip followed closely by Edwina, dressed in a heavy white fluffy robe. Edwina ordered Bea to fix us all ham and eggs. Bea set about frying the ham and eggs while Edwina placed the plates and silverware on the table.

When she had finished frying the meal and placing the meat and eggs on the plates, two of the eggs were broken in the process, and part of the ham was over-done. After Bea had taken the pan back to the sink, she returned to the table preparing to sit. Edwina rose like a lion pouncing and proceeded to slap Bea across the face sharply three times. As the girl stood fighting back the tears, Edwina admonished her for messing up the meal and promised her a spanking later to insure that such ‘travesties’ didn’t happen in the future.

Bea sat down and began to slowly eat her meal, while Edwina and I carried on a conversation about trivialities, mostly about my short Army duty. After breakfast, Bea cleaned up the table and washed and dried the dishes, before we retired to her bedroom for the day’s lessons.

I instructed Bea to remove her slip before we started, and she asked if she might stand again, since her bottom was still sore. I  made her turn around so that I could look at her sore area. It was still reddish, and I could see raised areas all across her buttocks, but I made her sit anyway, and it was delightful watching her try to find a comfortable position to sit on on the hard wooden chair, which lacked a cushion of any kind.

Before we got started, she sheepishly told me that she had not had the opportunity to read her assigned chapters in “A Tale of Two Cities,” but quickly assured me that she’d completed the history assignment and her math problems.

I, of course, knew she had not had the chance to read Mr. Dickens, but looked sternly at her and indicated I didn’t accept excuses, that she’d had all yesterday to do her work, and as she opened her mouth to remind me of her many duties the previous day, I grabbed her left nipple and sharply twisted it, causing a high squeak, as her head flew backward.

“I’m not looking for excuses, Beatrice. I’m afraid this is cause for punishment.”

I let go of her nipple, but picked up her copy of the novel, and, thrusting it before her, asked her to look and see how many pages were in the assigned reading. She checked and hanging her head whispered, “72 pages, sir.”

“Well then, I suppose a proper punishment would be a spanking of 72 slaps on your naughty bottom.”

“Oh, no, please, sir, I’m so sore right now. Please not so many.”

I sat back in my chair, as if I was contemplating an easier solution for her. Finally, I looked at her sternly, before offering an alternative.

“Well, I can think of a way to cut your punishment in half. You might not like it. It’s something I’m sure you’ve never done before, but …”

“Oh, please, sir. Anything!”

“Well, I’m feeling a bit randy this morning. Have you ever seen a man’s penis before?”

She looked at me in mixed horror and amazement with her mouth wide open.

“…….No, sir,” she gulped.

I’m prepared to cut your spanking in half, if you are prepared to play with my penis for a bit.”

Again, the look on her face was priceless. There was a good fifteen seconds of silence, as she stared in puzzlement at me. Finally she answered in a whisper.

“All right, sir. I’ll do it.”

In record time I had jumped up, removed my pants and boxer shorts, placed them on the back of my chair and sat down next to my frightened student. I pushed the chair back a bit and ordered Bea to her knees between my legs.

Her eyes bugged out when she saw my semi-hard prick for the first time. It’s not terribly imposing, but, I imagine, to a young girl who’s never seen one before, it looked huge. I ordered her to move up closer, so that her face was only inches from the tip of my prong. Knowing she’d never seen one before I let her stare at it for a good 15 seconds, before I suggested she take my prick in her hand and move it up and down a bit.

Still goggle-eyed, looking as though she just seen a ghost, she reached out her hand and touched the head. When it didn’t bite her, she slowly wrapped her hand around the middle of my penis and hesitantly began rubbing it back and forth. It immediately responded by growing to its full length, which brought a slight smile to her face.

Soon she had a regular rhythm going, and I decided it was time for step two. I suggested she lick the end of it, and, with a frown, she told me she’d rather not. I explained I wasn’t asking her, I was telling her. After a few moments of hesitation, followed by my threat to go back to the full 72 spanks, she leaned her head forward, stuck out her tongue a few inches and licked the very end of my prick.

“Again!” then, ”Again!”, until she had gotten to the point that I could feel the moisture from her tongue bathing the underside of my penis, causing the most exquisite feeling.

Finally, I could hold out no longer and directed her to take the head of my penis in her mouth. Again there were several moments of hesitation, along with a pleading look on her face, that told me she’d rather kiss a frog, but when I simply said, “All right, 72, then,” she quickly opened her mouth and enclosed it over the head. I let her hold it there for close to a minute before I grabbed her head, ordering her to use her tongue and forced her toward me, until she was enveloping close to half of my length.

I then began a slow back and forth motion with her head, causing her eyes to look pleadingly up into mine. I continued the exercise until the feeling sweeping through my body caused me to close my eyes and savor the pleasure of her tongue and mouth.

“Well!”  Oh, my God, it was Edwina’s voice from the doorway. My whole body stiffened, and Bea tried to pull away from her chore, but my hands were locked on the sides of her head.

“You finally found something to do with her mouth that doesn’t entail eating me out of house and home, I see! I hope she’s better at performing this task than she is at most of the jobs I’ve given her.”

Then I felt her hand patting me on the shoulder. Encouraged by her support, I pulled Bea’s head farther down on my prick until her lips were almost touching my pubic hair, causing the most pitiful and heartfelt sputtering, coughing and choking sounds to begin emanating from Bea’s throat and mouth. Along with the guttural sounds she was making, she had added a slurping noise that added to my pleasure immensely.

I knew I couldn’t last much longer with the added excitement of stuffing Bea’s mouth, and the guttural sounds coming from her gurgling mouth, and, sure enough, I suddenly stiffened as fireworks began going off in my head. I stiffened and actually had forced my penis down into Bea’s stricken throat. I held her there for long moments, as she struggled to get air into her depleted lungs.

I finally released her head and it shot off my hardness, as she gasped to replenish her air supply. She looked absolutely drained, as she sat there before me gulping in air, her nude body shaking like a leaf before me.

Edwina again patted me on the back and mentioned something about Beatrice probably not needing any supper after the supply of protein I’d just fed her. She then began to leave the room, saying something about such a poor performance deserved a spanking. I stopped her with the announcement that she was due a spanking right away anyway, but not for her blow-job, but for her failure to finish last night’s homework.

This stopped Edwina in her tracks, and she spun around and returned to stand behind me.

“I’d like to watch then. As a matter of fact, please inform me any time you are planning to punish the wretch, and I’ll do the same with you. I believe it adds to the humiliation, knowing someone is watching while she’s being disciplined.”

Without further ado I grabbed Bea’s arm and began pulling her up to place her over my lap. She began sniffling before I had her lovely bare buttocks placed properly over my knees. There was still a patina of redness covering her backside, as I placed her so that her cheeks were directly in the center, her torso leaning over one side and her legs hanging over the other.

I began the spanking immediately, bringing my hand as far above my shoulder as I could get it before sweeping it down with a loud splat on Bea’s already reddened butt cheeks. The first blow brought forth a slight yelp, and each succeeding slap caused a slightly louder screech, until, by the tenth strike, she was bellowing with gusto.

As the screams increased in intensity, so, too, did the redness on her entire ass, which was actually beginning to turn a deep crimson by the twenty-fifth spank. Eventually her right hand moved back to cover her buttocks, and I was forced to grab it with my other hand and force it up to the middle of her back. The screams eventually turned to pleas for mercy and promises to do anything, including suck me off again.

I was still naked below the waist, and my manhood had actually begun to grow with the excitement of the moment, and Bea’s infernal twisting  and twitching of her stomach against it. By the time we had gotten to the 36th and last blow it was poking against her in a most ungentlemanly manner. I swept her off my lap onto the floor and ordered her to sit in her chair so we could get on with her studies.

Edwina chuckled as she saw my upstanding ardor and patting me on the back she withdrew from the room. My tearful charge pulled herself up to a standing position and asked if she could ‘pleeeease’ remain standing for the coming session.

I stridently demanded she sit down immediately, and, with bitter tears rolling down her face, she forced herself to sit uncomfortably on her stinging inflamed rear end.

Thus the lessons began. Several times I was ‘forced’ to twist the nearest prominent nipple to bring her attention back to the homework from trying to sooth her reddened buttocks with her hands. Her attention also wavered occasionally to look down at my flaccid penis. I suppose it was a bit unfair not to have dressed again, but I was enjoying her fascination with this new distraction, so I remained pantsless throughout the tutoring session. 

When we had finished the lessons for the day, I put my pants and boxers back on and left Bea working on the next day’s assignment. I went downstairs and found Edwina in the living room enjoying a glass of wine. She immediately rose from the couch, sliding over to brush against me, as she rubbed my cock with her hand.

“God, I got so excited watching you force her mouth on your cock and then spanking her afterward. If it wasn’t time to get supper ready, I’d rape you right here, but I can assure you that’s in the near future.”

Her hand continued to manhandle my handle. “Wait until tonight. I’m gonna make you so horny and then we’re gonna fuck until your eyes pop out. I promise I’ll stay away from the liquor tonight. I can’t wait.”

She rubbed my penis until it was hard as a rock, then turned and left to get supper ready. It was a sadistic thing to do, but I was ready to be raped!     

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