Private Tuition (1)

by Tim Anders <Timlovesjase@yahoo.com.au>

This totally fictitious story is dedicated to a dear friend whose amazing experience excited the author's fancy and, enhanced by wishful thinking running wild, resulted in what you have before you. If you like it, please write. All emails will be answered.

At school, Andy had always been a bright kid. Everything seemed to come easily to him, academically and in sports, but you'd think that by age 18 he would have woken up and realised that now, in his first year at university, a little more effort would be required. No fear! He spent most of his first semester doing what he liked best: his two favourite sports (swimming and tennis), partying, and having a good time.

By the end of first semester, Senior Tutor Keith took him aside and told him he'd better pull his socks up because his latest test results were such, he wouldn't have a hope of passing the end of year exams. This, combined with the fact that the last two essays he'd handed in were nothing to be proud of, brought it home to him that it was time to grow up and become a bit more responsible.

"_s_h_i_t_, what am I going to do, Keith?"

"Sit on your bum and start doing some work, mate. It usually does the trick."

"Geez mate, I don't even know where to start. Do you know anybody, I mean a sort of private tutor or something."

Keith thought for a moment, "Yeah," he said with a wicked grin, "I think I know just the one. He's a Postgraduate, working on his MA., Craig somebody I think."

"Great! Is he expensive?"

"Depends on what you mean by that. He's highly qualified, got his BA with more Honours and Distinctions than you'll ever see from a distance, and he does get results."

"Why're you grinning, when you say that?"

"Aw, well, erm, I hear he has, um, very effective methods of getting results."

"Like what?"

"Listen, do you want the best help available or not?"

"Yeah, I do, but - "

"What do you mean 'but'? Just get your arse over to Craig and do as he tells you, and you'll be fine."

"What if I don't?"

"Don't what?"

"Do as he says?"

"Then you'll find out the hard way, but he'll get you through, believe me."

That afternoon, with mixed feelings, Andy rang the door bell at the address Keith had given him. A young guy in baggy shorts and T-shirt answered the door: "What do you want?"

"Craig?" asked Andy.

"Nope, he's busy. Want to wait?"

"How long?"

"Twenty minutes or so."

"Ok, I'll wait."

"Come on in then," he held his hand out, "I'm Ivar."

"Andy." They shook hands, and Ivar led the way to the sitting room.

"Sorry about the mess", Ivar said, while Andy was searching in vain for a place to sit. The room looked like it had been hit by a cyclone.

"What happened?"

"Aw, I had a couple of mates over last night."

"You mean they trashed the joint?"

"Not really, they had an argument and it got out of hand."

"Couldn't you stop them?"

"Mate, I was more pissed than they. I went to bed and left them to it," then, with a sigh, "I suppose I'd better do something about it, or he'll have me guts for garters."

"Who?" Andy enquired.

"Him, Craig. Your new teacher."

"Ah, him. - Was he pissed too?"

"Who, Craig? No way, mate. He was out on the tiles. Didn't get in till this morning."

"I bet he was impressed," Andy joked.

"Yeah, well," Ivar's hands went to his backside, "he wasn't happy."

Andy had noticed Ivar's gesture with interest and followed through, "so, what happened?"

Ivar just caught himself, "um, er, he said to clean it up by lunchtime, or else."

"Or else what?"

"Watch out, mate, is all I'm saying, he's got a mean streak, that one." Ivar was moving around the room, trying to return the chaos to some kind of order.

"How d'you mean?"

"You'll find out mate. If he gets mad, you'll know about it, and he gets mad about a lot of things he doesn't like. Messy rooms like this, pisspots and lazy bastards like me and you . . ."

"Hey, hang on!"

"all the guys he teaches are lazy bastards, as far as he's concerned . . . "

"Maybe he's got a point there."

Ivar stopped and blinked for a moment. "Ah well, you may get on with him like a house on fire, as long as you keep agreeing with him. He does like them docile . . ."

Andy didn't like the sound of this. "You live here?"

"Yeah, we're sharing the house," then, in a much lower voice "probably not much longer."

There were raised voices coming from one of the rooms down the passage, followed by some slapping noises, interspersed with sounds of "OW", "Please", "No" and "I promise I'll do it," which kept getting repeated. Andy's little mate responded and rose spontaneously, causing an embarrassing bulge in the front of his jeans, and there was nowhere to sit down in this mess.

He looked at Ivar, "Hey, what's that?"

Ivar, still trying to tidy up the room, seemed unperturbed. "Sounds like young Ben's getting a hiding," he said.

Andy swallowed hard. He'd been introduced to bare bottom spankings some years ago by his schoolmate Steve who was two years his junior. They used to enjoy regular spanking sessions, which always ended up with a mutual wank, but that belongs in another story. Andy was in love with Steve and hearing those sounds, suddenly brought it back to him, how much he missed him, and his little mate certainly remembered those many happy occasions . . .

Clearing his throat, Andy asked: "You mean Craig . . . ?"

"Who else?" Ivar looked at Andy as if he'd never heard such an inane question, "he's the only one dishing it out around here," his hand went to his backside again, rubbing his bottom, and when he realised what he was doing, he gave Andy a sheepish grin.

Andy's little mate was just about beside himself and threatening to stick his head out of the top of his jeans. "You mean you . . . ?"

"Sure. Why d'you think I'm trying so hard to get this place into some kind of order? I mean, I'm not saying he's wrong but, for heaven's sake, I'm nearly 20, I don't need this."

"You sure?" Andy ventured.

"Hey, whose side are you on?"

"No side. I just wonder why you're sharing the house with him if you object to the spankings" (watch it, Andy, your little mate is going to explode in a moment!).

"Yeah, well, that's as maybe. I'm not saying I haven't earned them, but I'm not a kid any more, know what I mean?" The spanking had stopped as suddenly as it had started, but there were still raised voices.

"How old is this - er, Ben then, was that his name?"

"Yeah, Bennnie Proctor. I dunno, 18/19 maybe, same as us. I'm 19, what are you?"

"18 last February," said Andy.

"Well you better get used to the idea, mate, unless you want to change your mind. Anybody that _f_u_c_k_s up here gets a sore bum. Didn't they tell you that, whoever sent you?"

Andy suddenly remembered the smirk on Keith's face when he recommended Craig and his 'very effective' methods. "Keith, you bastard - " Andy said almost to himself.

"Keith Mcguire, eh?" Ivar rejoiced, "I should have guessed. Great mate of Craig's. Keeps sending him studes who 'need help', well they sure come to the right place."

Andy was just about speechless and seriously contemplated strategic withdrawal, but he didn't want to admit he was worried, and he did need help to get through his exams, and - most importantly - he found the situation strangely exciting. His little mate certainly did, although he had calmed down sufficiently and there was no immediate threat of him exploding in Andy's pants, at least for the moment.

A door opened at the end of the passage. "Remember what I said," obviously Craig's voice, "if you don't know those irregular verbs back to front and inside out by Monday, you'll be in deep _s_h_i_t_, mate, and there'll be more of what you got today, only worse." They'd reached the sitting room by now.

Ben was turning to Craig, "that's only four days! I'm supposed to play hockey on Saturday."

"Then you'd better find an excuse for not playing, mate. Tell them you've got a sore arse." Ben, realising they'd been overheard, blushed in embarrassment. Ivar, who was clearly used to such scenes, burst out laughing, while Andy shyly looked away. Even Craig had a big smile on his face, enjoying his crack at Ben's expense.

Then he saw Andy, and it was obvious, he liked what he saw. "You must be Andy," he boomed, shaking hands with him, "Keith told me about your effort or lack of it. Why do you kids never wake up till it's nearly too late, hey?"

"Yes, - er - I need some help to catch up - "

"Ah, you'll get that allright, mate, don't you worry, I'll make you work. Here, meet one of your fellow slackers. Ben, this is Andy, Andy - Ben." They shook hands, and Andy felt really sorry for Ben, whose face was still very red and turned a shade darker still when Craig slapped his bottom and said "tell Andy what happens if you don't do your work, mate."

Ben was squirming "you get spanked." His face looked like a bad case of sunburn. Another slap on the seat of his fairly tight jeans, "hard," he added.

Craig ruffled his hair, "that's right. You'd better make tracks now, mate, or you'll be late for practice," and he sent him off with yet another sound slap on his still very sore bottom.

While Ivar showed Ben out, Andy followed Craig down the passage to a fairly bare room with three tables and chairs, a built-in cupboard and a few book shelves.

"This is the class room," Craig said, as he shut the door, "sit down and tell me about yourself, what course you're doing, what year you're in, what the problem is, and why."

Andy took a deep breath and told Craig all he wanted to know. During all the spanking talk, Andy's little mate had risen again, causing quite a protrusion, and it wasn't made any easier by the fact that his new teacher was pretty hot. Still, he might have been even more embarrassed (or might he?), had he known that Craig was a habitual crotch watcher when it came to good looking guys, and Andy certainly fitted that description.

Craig had noticed Andy's predicament from the start, and he certainly liked what he saw, displaying his own bulge quite unashamedly, as he perched on the edge of one of the tables.

"Play any sports?" Craig asked.

"Yep, I swim every day, summer and winter."

"What about team sports?"

"Well, I play competition tennis once a week and fill in every now and then at basket ball, which means I have to go to practice twice a week."

"Sounds like you'll have to drop at least one of them, which one?"

"I don't really want to drop any. I like, them all," said Andy a little defensively.

"Listen, mate, I didn't ask, I told you, you'll have to drop at least one. So, tell me which, before I make it two." Craig came from a family of Rugby nuts and had been playing it since he was an ankle biter of six or seven, which gave him the appropriate build and an air of authority that left no room for doubt as to who was in charge.

"I - I suppose it'll have to be basket ball," Andy said, resenting it the moment he said it.

"Good boy," said Craig, "I think we understand each other."

"So, when do I come for lessons and how often," Andy wanted to know.

"Good question. Each lesson is two hours. We'll have three a week for starters, and if you're going allright after a couple of weeks, we can maybe reduce them to two a week. That, plus your homework, is going to cut into your social life a fair bit, but you should have thought of that earlier." Andy thought six hours a week was an awful lot, but didn't dare say anything.

"I can only take a few students," Craig continued, "and I don't have time to _f_u_c_k_ around with people who're too lazy or too stupid to learn. If you want to pass at the end of the year, I'll expect you to work hard for it, and if you're prepared to put in the work, I'll get you there."

Andy assured him he would be doing his best. Craig ruffled his hair, "well, you'd better, mate, otherwise you know what happens, Ben told you."

Andy swallowed for a moment, gaping at Craig. and then joked "oh yeah?" His little mate was already at full attention, with his hat off, but he took an extra jump at that last comment from Craig.

"Oh yeah, mate, you didn't think Ben was fibbing, did you?"

"I know he wasn't, I heard it all." Andy was thinking 'I can hardly wait to be spanked by you _s_e_x_y bastard', but he continued "I don't think it'll come to that," wondering why his voice suddenly sounded so strange.

"You reckon? Well, you'd be the first of all my students. Nobody so far has gone home from my lessons with an unspanked bottom. You see, we have a test at the end of each lesson, and if the cane hasn't come into action before then, the test always does it. But don't worry, mate, you get used to it. Just work hard and you'll be fine - unless you want to pull out . . ."

Andy interrupted, "no way, mate, I can't afford to pull out, I've got to pass my exams." His feelings were in turmoil, a mixture of panic, arousal and instant attraction to his new tutor.

"Well, in that case I presume you're accepting the conditions."

"You mean about the spanking? "

"I mean including the spanking, the fact that you'll most likely get your cute little bottom spanked at least once during each lesson.

"Isn't that assault?"

"You're over 18?"

"Yes, 18 and four months."

"Well, then it can't be assault, it's between consenting adults."

"If I consent." The moment he said it, Andy knew it was the wrong thing to say.

Craig was at him like a shot, grabbed him with one hand by the scruff of the neck, forced him to stand up, bringing their faces very close together, while at the same time his other hand went for Andy's rigid little mate that was longing to be allowed out.

"Listen, you _s_e_x_y little bastard, I know you want it, I can tell," and he gave Andy's little mate a squeeze, "so don't you play funny buggers with me."

"Ow, you're hurting me," Andy exclaimed, his knees were getting weak, his head was turning, instinctively he threw his arms around Craig's neck, as Craig planted his mouth firmly on his, forcing his way in, and the ensuing passionate kiss was nothing short of memorable. They ripped each other's clothes off, but Andy's little mate could no longer contain himself and the long delayed explosion occurred as his briefs fell to the floor. Eagerly his hand moved to Craig's rigid companion, but Craig gently pushed his head down, and Andy was only too happy to oblige. He and Steve had never gone beyond wanking each other, so he was a novice at oral _s_e_x_, but instinctively he knew what to do, and Craig's reaction told him he was doing allright.

They both dropped to the floor, Andy eagerly trying to bring Craig to his climax, which didn't take very. Afterwards, they were just lying there, naked, looking at each other, and almost simultaneously burst into laughter, rolling on the bare floor boards, pummelling each other, carrying on like a couple of six year olds.

Craig finally pinned Andy down, "now, what brought all that on?" he said, grinning.

Andy stroked Craig's hair "I don't know, it just happened."

"Proper little _s_e_x_ pot, aren't you?"

"You're not so bad yourself, tiger," Andy retorted, as he pinched one of Craig's nipples.

"Hey, you cheeky bugger, do you know that hurts?"

"Of course I do," and he squeezed a bit harder.

"Hey, stop that," Craig shouted but did nothing to remove Andy's fingers from his nipple. His little mate was beginning to rise again, and he noticed with delight that Andy's was already semi-erect and well on its way up. "I think I'll have to teach you a lesson about respect for your teacher," Craig said, turning him over and starting to spank his bare bottom quite hard.

"Ow, stop that, mate! It hurts!" It was Andy's turn now to complain, but Craig had a firm grip and kept spanking.

"It's meant to hurt," he said continuing relentlessly until Andy's buns had a nice pink glow about them. By the time he'd rubbed and kissed those gorgeous buns and turned him over on his back again, Andy was putty in his hands. He had tears in his eyes, which Craig kissed away. "See, that's what happens if you're not doing as you're told."

"You mean you're going to do that every lesson?" Andy flirted.

"Oh no, mate, that's a different ball game."

"How d'you mean? You said all your pupils get spanked, isn't this what you do?"

"Mate, if I did with every one what we just did, I'd be walking on crutches. Besides most of them aren't exactly my type."

Andy giggled "you mean I've been chosen for special attention?"

"In more than one way, mate. You are about the _s_e_x_iest little bugger I've come across in a long time, and your bottom is so provocative," he squeezed it quite hard, as he said it, "it's screaming for constant attention."

"Ouch," yelled Andy, but didn't try to stop him.

"It deserves a lot of spanking. I knew that the moment I clapped eyes on it."

Andy wriggled a bit and put his arms around Craig's neck again, "you mean you noticed my bottom first?"

"Of course, but the rest of you isn't bad either," said Craig squeezing Andy's buns.

"That hurts," he whispered into Craig's ear.

"I know," said Craig, "it's meant to, and you love it, don't you?" He squeezed harder, as there was no response from Andy. "You love having your bottom punished, don't you," he demanded.

"If it's done lovingly," he teased.

"Oh, it will be, mate, it will be. You probably won't think so when it happens, but believe me, it'll do you a world of good."

This kind of talk was just the thing to get Andy's little mate's full attention. He certainly rose to the occasion and took his hat off, giving Craig the opportunity now to reciprocate Andy's earlier service and to teach him a few things about oral _s_e_x_. Craig's tongue very gently travelled all over Andy's highly sensitive glans, paying special attention to its even more sensitive rim and the opening at the tip, sending Andy from one ecstasy to another, ending in yet another orgasm, far sooner than he (or Craig) would have liked.

"Not much of a stayer, are you," Craig joked. "I don't know, you young things -"

"Aw, listen to him! All of 23, and carrying on like my Grandpa. You may be able to stay longer, but I bet you can't come as often as I can."

"Listen, you cheeky little brat, turn over, so I can give you another arse warming." Craig didn't wait for Andy to oblige but rolled him over and started spanking those gorgeous bare buns again with much hilarity. As he spanked, he told him "maybe not your Grandpa, mate but I'll tell you one thing, I'd have loved to be your big brother.

"Oh yeah? Why's that? So you could ravish me at your leisure?" there followed a couple of very hard slaps from Craig, "Ow, you brute, that hurt!"

"Good! - No, mate, if I'd been your big brother I would have spanked your bottom regularly, and you would have never got yourself into the predicament you're in now. You haven't forgotten why you're here?"

That kind of did bring Andy down to earth. He gulped, "er - no, of course not."

There was a knock at the door and Ivar entered. Seeing the two naked bodies on the floor, he stuttered "Oh, sorry, I thought - "

"Come in and shut the door!" Craig roared.

Ivar blushed but did as he was told. He looked worried, knowing what was coming. "It's just that Mark has arrived for his lessons," he pleaded, "and - and it's already ten minutes past - I mean I didn't mean to bust in like that - "

"But you did anyway". Craig had got up from the floor, got into his jeans and retrieved a cane from the cupboard. Andy also got up and started getting dressed.

"You know the rules, don't you?" Craig demanded.

"Yeah, I know, I should have waited after I knocked."

"Then why didn't you?"

"Don't know. Forgot, I guess."

"So you'll need a short, sharp memory aid," Craig let the cane whistle through the air, making Ivar wince.

"No, please, Craig, not the cane, not right now, my bum's still sore from this morning -"

"Too bad, mate, you know the drill. Pull'em down and get in position."

Ivar was still hesitating, "Can't we do this later?"

"OK, you want to be difficult, take'em right off!"

"I'm not trying to - " Ivar pulled down his baggy shorts and his briefs.

"Shut up and put them on the table." Ivar obeyed. His T-shirt was pushed out at the front, indicating an erection underneath. "Now get in position for your punishment."

"Geez, mate - " Ivar was nearly in tears. He pulled his T-shirt right up to his armpits

"At least you remembered something," Craig commented. Then to Andy, "I hope you're taking note of this, mate, so you'll know what to do when your turn comes."

Andy had managed to pull his briefs and jeans back on in the meantime. He loved all this, couldn't believe his luck to be able to witness Ivar's caning, but he was also embarrassed and not really quite sure where to look.

Ivar's erection was no longer hidden, but he turned very quickly and bent over the corner of the table. Craig, looking magnificent with his bare, muscular chest, stepped into position, his cane slightly touching Ivar's cheeks, which did show a few visible stripes from an earlier caning. Andy thought he heard a little whimper, even before Craig had raised the cane.

THWACK!

"Aarrgh!!"

THWACK, THWACK!

"Aargh, please, mate!"

"Two more."

"Please, I can't -"

THWACK, THWACK.

"You can get up now, mate." Ivar, in tears, stood up and walked over to Craig who put his arms around him and rubbed his very striped bottom. "I wish you'd learn mate. They're such simple things."

"I'm sorry, Craig, I won't do it again."

"I should hope not, but no doubt you'll think of something else." Craig slapped Ivar's hot buns, "now get dressed and tell Mark I'll be about ten minutes."

"Yes, Sir!" Ivar got into his shorts very quickly and left the room, still rubbing his behind.

Andy was speechless. Those whacks were not what he and Steve used to do in their games. This was the real thing. He wondered what he'd let himself in for, but at the same time, his little mate, in spite of all his previous exertion, had shown acute interest in the proceedings and still hadn't fully subsided. That could only mean one thing . . .

"Enjoyed the gratis floor show?" Craig's voice interrupted Andy's thoughts.

"Huh? Ah - yeah - erm - very impressive. Thanks for letting me watch."

"Learned anything?"

"Er - yeah, punishment sure is different, as you said."

"You're not having second thoughts, are you?"

"I don't know mate. It's pretty hard on the bum, and that Ivar didn't sound too happy."

"No, and neither will you when you get the cane. I know I never was. It all comes down to how badly you want to pass your exams at the end of the year."

"You got the cane too?"

"And the belt, from my big brother. That's what I meant before, when Ivar barged in. If you'd had a brother like mine, you wouldn't be here now. I never needed private tuition. And don't change the subject, I asked if you'd changed your mind."

"About being tutored by you? No, mate, I haven't changed my mind. I don't know how I'll cope with the cane and I'm not sure I'll be able to take it as well as Ivar, but I must pass those exams, so I'll have to get through it, with or without cane."

"You'd better get used to the idea, mate, it will be WITH the cane. When's the last time you had your arse warmed?"

"I don't think I ever got spanked by anyone. If I did, I was too young to remember. Not as a punishment, anyway."

"What's that mean? You been getting it for fun?"

Andy blushed, "erm - yes - my mate Steve and I used to give each other spankings."

"Where is he now, your Steve?"

"Back home, he's still at school, he's only 16."

"You in love with him?"

"Er - yeah, I think so. We're planning to live together as soon as he finishes school."

"I see. - Look, what happened before, I don't want to wreck anything between you and your mate. I thought you were free, and you sure acted as if you were."

"That's ok, mate. We agreed we'll be careful, but we won't live like monks while we're apart."

"I think somehow you've got the wrong idea about how monks live, mate, but never mind. I'm glad you're allowed the occasional fling. You're a _s_e_x_y little bastard, and I'm looking forward to many more of those."

Andy blushed but managed to say "I reckon you're pretty hot yourself."

"Hmm, I'll file that away for future reference. Should make for interesting lessons anyway. Speaking of which, I presume you still want to sign on, in full knowledge of all the facts?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I just don't know how I'll cope, or better, how my backside will cope."

"Don't worry, mate, you'll be right. Everyone else got used to it, so will you. Prepare yourself mentally for it and you're half way there. Now," as he picked up the cane, "I want you to bare your bum for your introductory spanking."

"WHAT?!?! You didn't mention that before!"

"Everybody gets an intro spanking, so they know what to expect. Come on, do as you're told, and get over that table like Ivar," and he made the cane swish through the air.

Andy winced, but realised he had to co-operate or abandon the whole thing, so he took off his jeans and briefs again, his little mate was pretty much in uproar by now, and as he hadn't put on his shirt yet, he was now as naked as he had been just a little while ago in happier circumstances. He was very nervous.

Noticing how Andy unconsciously rubbed his bubble bottom in anticipation, Craig said "Yeah we'll do that afterwards, now bend over the table."

"How many am I getting?" Andy wanted to know.

"I think three will do for your introduction. That'll give you a fair idea, as long as you remember, three is the minimum in the classroom." Andy bent over the corner of the table as he had seen Ivar doing it, his cute bottom was twitching slightly as he spread his legs and grabbed the other edge of the table.

"Number one," said Craig, SWISH - WHACK!

"Ooww!" yelled Andy, jumping up from the table, rubbing his bottom.

"That," admonished Craig, "is not how we do it. I'll let it pass because you're new at it, but if you do it again, it will be repeated, only harder, again and again until you stay in place. Clear?"

Andy, already tears in his eyes, said "yes" and bent over the table again.

"Two!" said Craig - THWACK

"AARGH, _s_h_i_t_ that hurt!"

"Good! - Last one," WHACK.

"OWOWOWOW!" Andy shouted.

"You can stand up now." Andy stood up, Craig took him in his arms and rubbed his sore buns which showed three red tracks where the cane had hit.

"Gee, mate, you mean I'll get caned like that every class?"

"That's the price, mate, like everybody else."

"That reminds me, you haven't told me yet how much you charge for each lesson."

"You're paying with your hide, mate. I don't want any money."

"But Keith said you needed the money . . ."

"Yeah, well, Keith says a lot of things."

"He also said you're the best teacher ever," Andy was already smiling again as he said that.

"Don't be cheeky," Craig joked back, slapping Andy's bare bottom. "He told the truth on that one. Now get dressed and we'll go and see what young Mark's been up to."