(You should read Parts I and II before reading this one. However, for brevity's sake, Chris has just moved into the guesthouse with his new tutor, Jack Spellman, who has just given Chris a hard spanking with a belt. Chris has been told he will receive another spanking after lunch.)
For the next hour and a half, Chris stood sobbing with his nose in the corner. His tutor had threatened him with yet another spanking if he touched his burning bottom. Chris couldn't believe the pain and humiliation Mr. Spellman had inflicted on him. He also couldn't believe the pleasure he had felt when he had shot spunk all over the mattress.
Spellman took the opportunity to unpack his own clothing, as well as a selection of belts, brushes, and paddles which he intended to introduce to Chris's bottom.
Occasionally the man would look over and admire the redness he had beaten into the young teen's bottom. He knew that Chris would get another spanking right after lunch.
Finally, Spellman called the boy out. "It's lunch time. You may come out of the corner while we eat. I made you a sandwich."
Chris stumbled out of the corner and took the peanut butter sandwich Spellman offered him. He ate it hungrily.
"Hurry up. Because once you're done with the sandwich it's time for your next spanking." Spellman sat down, holding a heavy, wooden hairbrush with a large, flat bottom. The tutor tapped the hairbrush with his hand.
"Do we have to?" the boy begged.
"I will not argue or discuss it further. Get over my knee. You are about to find out what a hairbrush feels like when it is administered to the naughty bottom of a boy who is too big for his britches."
Chris lay over Spellman's knee. The man positioned the boy so that his buttocks were at an optimal angle.
"When I give you instructions, I expect them to be followed to the letter."
WHACK!! The hairbrush landed on Chris's already red bottom. WHACK!! It landed again. WHACK!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHACK!! WHAP!! WHACK!! WHAP!! WHACK!!
Spellman methodically spanked the crying boy. Every time the hairbrush fell, Chris jumped. His buttocks were almost scarlet. WHACK!! WHAP!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHAP!! WHACK!!
WHACK!! WHAP!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHAP!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHAP!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHAP!! WHACK!!
Chris was beyond pain. His body jerked and moved each time the hairbrush fell. WHACK!! WHAP!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHAP!! WHACK!!
Finally Spellman put down the paddle. "Get back into the corner and think about listening to me carefully every time I tell you to do something."
Chris stumbled back into the corner and planted his nose again.
While Chris stood in the corner, Spellman took out his lesson books, along with a pad of paper and a pencil. He called his pupil out of the corner.
"Chris, come out of the corner." Chris scurried to obey.
"I've prepared a math test for you to take. I will give you an hour and a half to finish it. Be very careful and show all of your work. Be very careful because you will receive one stroke from the belt for every point you miss. Now sit down and begin."
Chris tenderly sat down where he was directed, his bottom burning as it pressed against the hard wood of the chair. The boy found he had a hard time concentrating. His buttocks were on fire. At the same time, his young teen penis erected again.
The boy did the best he could. He vaguely remembered many of the concepts from the last year in school. However, he had also finished the year with a "D-" in math. However, he knew that he wasn't doing very well. He also knew that he would be getting another whipping in short order.
At the 90-minute mark, Spellman told his pupil to stop.
"Go stand in the corner while I grade your test. You will be whipped as soon as I'm done grading it."
Nervously, Chris stood in the corner again. The tutor meticulously graded the exam, then called his pupil out.
"You scored a 44. You know what that means, don't you?"
"Please," the boy blubbered, "I've been spanked enough today. Please, no more."
"I promised you one stroke for every point you missed. That means you're going to take 56 strokes with the belt. Now you need to lie face first on your bed so that you can receive the whipping you've earned."
Sobbing, Chris led the way into the bedroom and lay, face-first, across the bed.
"Keep a count. Miss and I give you penalty strokes."
WHACK!! "One," the boy sobbed. WHACK!! "Two." WHACK!! "Three." WHACK!! "Four." WHACK!! WHACK!! "Five. Six." Chris could barely concentrate because of the pain, but he knew that he had to or the beating would be even worse.
WHACK!! "Seven." WHACK!! "Eight, please stop." WHACK!! "Nine, I'll be good. I'll be good." WHACK!! "Ten. Please . . ." WHACK!! "Eleven, you're killing me." WHACK "Twelve. You're killing me!" WHACK!! "Thirteen." WHACK!! "Fourteen."
"Your whipping still has a long way to go," the tutor said, "so concentrate on the count, not on begging for me to stop."
WHACK!! "Fifteen." WHACK!! "Sixteen." WHACK!! "Seventeen" WHACK!! "Eighteen." Eric had never been in so much pain in his life. He knew that his bottom was already red, blistered, and welted after the numerous spankings. WHACK!! "Nineteen." WHACK!! "Twenty."
As much as he wanted to continue, Spellman knew that he would have to stop. He knew that Chris had been spanked to the end of his endurance.
"I'll tell you what, Chris," the man said almost reasonably. WHACK!!
"Twenty-one." WHACK!! "Twenty-two, what, please stop, please."
WHACK!! "Twenty-two." WHACK!! "Twenty-three." WHACK!!
"Five more and I'll stop for a minute." WHACK!!
"Twenty-four." WHACK!! "Twenty-five." WHACK!! "Twenty-six." WHACK!! "Twenty-seven." WHACK!! "Twenty-eight."
Chris was sobbing almost hysterically. The boy's bottom had been beaten raw.
"Chris!" The boy continued to sob. "Chris, listen to me or I start the whipping again."
"W-what?" the young teen sobbed.
"I've decided that I'm going to give you the rest of this whipping right before bed tonight. For right now, though, I want you to go take a shower and then report for tutoring. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, sir," Chris said. He couldn't believe the pain he was in. He couldn't believe that he still had more of a whipping to go before bedtime. At the same time, he was glad that the whipping had stopped, if only briefly.
The boy limped into the shower, running the water lukewarm. The nettles of the shower spray still caused him to wince. Not wanting to get in further trouble, Chris hurried.
The boy dried himself and remembering what Mr. Spellman had said about not wearing clothes, presented himself to his tutor still stark naked. The tutor appreciated the fact that Chris had not tried to dress. That meant he was accepting his status.
The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully. Spellman showed Chris what he had done wrong. The dim light of understanding started to glow in several areas which Chris obviously had had trouble fully understanding previously. Chris actually felt that he was making some progress in math.
The two ate a simple meal and Spellman decided to let Chris watch an hour of television.
At 8:00 p. m., Spellman turned the television off.
"All right, Chris, it's time for the rest of your whipping. I stopped at the half-way mark, which means you still have 28 strokes to go."
The throbbing in the boy's buttocks had subsided somewhat. Still, Chris started crying as he led his tutor down the hall to the bedroom.
"This time, you don't have to count. Just lie face first on the bed and don't resist in any way."
Spellman raised the belt and started the whipping. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHAVK!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!!
"Now go to sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow." The man left the boy, still crying loud, wracking sobs, and returned to the living room to plan the next day's lesson. Chris, his body hurting in ways he had only been able to imagine previously, soon cried himself to sleep.