Private Tuition (2) by Tim Anders

Copyright Tim Anders © 2000

As they were walking down the passage, Andy's backside was still smarting from those three stingers Craig had whacked across his bare bottom, only a moment ago, as an introduction to the most important feature of all his tuition classes.

It wasn't only Andy's bum that was in turmoil, he was tingling all over. Not only had he just been given a taste of the cane himself, he had also witnessed Craig caning Ivar's bare bottom and, to top it all off, he and Craig, his rugby trained and incredibly _s_e_x_y new tutor, had engaged in a raunchy _s_e_x_ual encounter that had simply taken his breath away.

The suddenness and vehemence of the latter had surprised them both but, given the hot chemistry between these two randy spunks, it was simply inescapable.

When they reached the sitting room, the earlier mess had disappeared. Clearly, getting the cane twice in one morning had galvanised Ivar into swift action. Mark, a year or so older than Andy, got up, and he and Craig greeted each other with a big hug. Craig slapped Mark's backside, "how's your bum, mate, still sore?"

Mark grinned, "nah."

"Ah, you toughie," Craig kidded, ruffling Mark's hair, "how long since I last thrashed it for you?"

"Tuesday."

"Only two days and already forgotten, eh?" Another friendly slap.

Mark shrugged his shoulders, "I wouldn't say forgotten."

"Looks like I'll have to work on my forehand a it. When d'you come back after this?"

"Tuesday again."

"That's - what, five days! Well, I'll really have to make an impression then, won't I."

Mark's grin faded a little, "aw, mate!" He knew already that Craig's joke was going to become painful reality once they got into the classroom.

Craig suddenly remembered, "Andy, meet Mark, a colleague of yours, one of my long standing clients," both the boys snorted, "Mark, this is Andy, latest member of our Rehab Unit."

"You too?" asked Mark, as they shook hands. Andy just nodded with a bashful grin.

"You guys know each other?"

"Not really," said Andy, "well, from sight maybe."

"Yeah," Mark confirmed, "some of the lectures, but we're in different tutes."

"I wouldn't know, I've been wagging tutes a lot."

"And that's why you're here," Mark said cheerfully. It was more a statement than a question.

"Guess so." Andy blushed just a little.

Craig put his arm around Andy, "at least you're not blaming others for your predicament, like some guys I know."

"Hey, I never!!" Mark piped up.

"Not you! You're just a lazy bugger," he turned back to Andy, "and laziness always leads to a sore bum around here." Andy's hand unconsciously went to his freshly spanked bottom. "Andy's just been introduced to our main educational aid," Craig explained.

Andy looked uncomfortable, but Mark grinned, "got the stick, did ya?" Andy just nodded. "First time, eh?" Andy nodded again. "First time's the worst. Probably the shock. Was it real bad? How many d'you get?" A noticeable bulge was forming in the front of Mark's jeans.

"Three."

"That all?" Then to Craig, "teacher's pet, is he?"

"He only got an intro, mate. I'm sure you got one on your first day, too."

"Yeah, don't I remember it! Real shock that was, and I wasn't even 17 yet, and my old man - "

"I did have his parents' full approval," Craig interrupted, "he was still in highschool then. But we did get him through, didn't we, mate?"

"You sure did, mate, that's why I keep coming back. Its the only way I get motivated."

Andy looked amazed, "you mean you've been coming here since - how long ago was that?"

"I'm in my 3rd year with Coach Craig now, he's the best, mate!"

"You must be worried about something, Marko my boy, but sucking up won't save your bum."

"Geez, what does a man have to do to be believed around here, I mean it!"

"Three years!" Andy's heart sank, but his little mate found that thought quite appealing.

Craig teased, "amazing how time flies when you're having fun, eh?"

"So, how did you get here in the first place?" Andy asked.

"Well, my old man was whingeing to one of his mates about me not listening to him and falling behind in school and that, and he told him Craig who was doing great things for his son Rod."

"So Mark and his Dad arrived here, and we haven't looked back since, have we, mate?"

"Yeah, I've been doing allright from then on."

Andy was still coming to grips with Mark's story. "So your old man knew you'll be getting the cane?"

"Sure, he had to give his permission, even watched me getting the intro."

"Your old man watched you getting the cane?"

"Sure, that was part of the interview.

"On your bare bum?"

"_s_h_i_t_, that was embarrassing! But he was over the moon, said he should have thought of that long ago. What he liked best was that there was no money involved and I was doing all the paying, with my own hide."

"I'd hate my old man seeing me like that," said Andy, but his little mate was getting excited.

"I'm sure, Mark did too, but he had no choice," Craig said.

"Too right, and then he went back and told his mate all about it, and I kept getting these knowing grins from him."

"Yeah, but he knew anyway. He'd already been through it all with Rod. So, where is he?"

"Rod? Had to see the dentist. Didn't he ring?" Mark looked genuinely puzzled.

"When?"

"How am I supposed to know! He just said he'd give you a ring and let you know."

"Ivaaaar!!" Craig shouted, then to Mark, "where the hell did he get to?"

"Search me!" A toilet flushed in the distance. "Probably having a piss or something."

"Ivaaaar!"

"Yeah, allright, allright!! Geez, can't a man even have a crap in peace. Where's the fire?"

"Did Rod ring today?"

Ivar's face fell and went a pale shade of grey, "um, uh, I guess, erm - -"

"What's that supposed to mean, did he or didn't he?"

"Yeah, he did. Sorry, mate, I - "

"What? Forgot? You shouldn't wank so much, you know . . ."

"Right, very funny! No, mate, I got side-tracked. He rang just before Andy turned up, said he couldn't make it because the dentist had changed his appointment or something."

"The dentist?"

"That's what he said, something about having his wisdom tooth out."

"WISDOM tooth, ha!" Craig scoffed, "so, why didn't you tell me, mate?"

Ivar was getting nervous, shifting from one foot to the other, "um, I was just going to put a note on the board, but then the door bell rang and Andy turned up, and I sort of - - - " his voice trailed off

"Forgot?!?" Craig completed the sentence.

Andy felt really sorry for Ivar. They all knew what was coming, including Ivar who was struggling valiantly, "no, I mean, I got side-tracked. I had it all written out for you mate 'coz you don't want me to interrupt your classes, so I - - - "

"Well, it's not there is it? What did you do with it?"

Ivar fished in his shorts pockets and there it was. "See? Told yer. Just didn't get to stick it on the board, 'coz Andy was at the door, and I - - -"

"Ah, I see," mocked Craig, "it's all Andy's fault!! Of course!! Why didn't I think of that?" and, impersonating Basil Fawlty, he smacked Andy's bottom, "naughty, naughty Andy," much to Andy's consternation. He had been trying to look very small and inconspicuous during this exchange, but his little mate was showing a very keen interest in the goings on.

Ivar could see the writing on the wall, his voice was faltering, "I'm sorry, mate, I - - -"

"Yeah, it's a bugger isn't it, but you know what to do, so do it and we can stop gasbagging."

"Can't we leave it till tonight, mate? I mean you really punished my arse this morning! I'm still sore from that last lot just then. I mean - -" he looked at Craig's determined face, he could see there was no way out. "Aw _s_h_i_t_!"

"Get your bloody cane, or do you want me to use my belt on you first!!" Craig was losing his patience and moved as if to undo his belt. Andy felt worried as if it was all his fault and he was going to be drawn into it.

"Ok, ok," Ivar said and rushed down the passage to his room. He reappeared a moment later, carrying a cane, which he gave to Craig. "I'm sorry, mate," he said in a slightly choked voice, and started pulling his shorts down.

"I'm sure you are," said Craig, "but you know the rules."

Ivar took off his shorts and briefs and pulled his T-shirt up, as he bent over. Andy couldn't believe his luck, his little mate had grown and even taken his hat off with all the excitement. Mark seemed to have seen it all before, judging by the bored look on his face, but he had a nice bulge in his jeans as well.

SWISH - WHACK!! The cane hit its mark on Ivar's already striped bottom,

Ivar made a hissing noise but didn't move, he knew the penalty for that.

THWACK!

"YIKES, _s_h_i_t_, mate, please!"

THWACK!!

"OH BLOODY HELL!"

"All over," said Craig, handing the cane back to Ivar who retrieved his shorts and disappeared down the passage. If Andy's little mate hadn't just been strenuously exercised a little while ago, he would have shot a load in his pants during this little interlude.

Craig took Mark by the shoulder, "come on then," and, turning to Andy, "get Ivar to work out a timetable for you. Three times a week, till we know how we're going, starting tomorrow."

"Three times a week?" Mark said, "_s_h_i_t_, mate, I'm glad it's you."

"Thanks a bunch," Andy said, with a very weak feeling in his stomach.

"May as well get used to it, mate, it'll be a lot worse than what you got today."

"There speaks a veteran," said Craig, and to Mark, "you started like that too, remember? And boy, was it necessary!"

"Yeah, I know, but it was bloody embarrassing in the showers, I can tell you."

"Isn't it still embarrassing?" Andy asked. He hadn't even thought of that aspect and he was getting quite worried, although his little mate found all this very exciting.

"Well, not like it was. At least I don't have stripes every second day any more."

"Just every third day, eh?" Craig joked, slapping Marks' bum.

"Yeah, but there's also more of us now."

"All my grateful students, eh?"

"I don't know all your studes, mate, but there's at least a dozen bums that keep popping up pink to red, from time to time."

"I only have six, including Andy," Craig said, "who are all the others?"

"Blowed if I know, maybe someone else's had the same idea."

Meanwhile, Ivar had returned, looking a little bashful at first, but then putting a brave face on it. "No, they're not all ours." He clearly saw himself as part of the 'management'.

Craig didn't seem to disagree with that view, "but some are? You know the others?"

"Yeah, I've seen Ben, - er - Rod and Mark of course . . ."

"We often go together," Mark explained.

"I've seen Darren too, and, yeah, Sam was there yesterday. He must have come straight from here," he looked at Craig, "his arse looked like a ripe tomato."

Craig laughed, "probably went there to cool it off. He got quite a thrashing. Long overdue it was, too. So, who are these others, d'you know?"

"Some I know from sight, mainly 'coz they got real cute bums." It was obvious, Ivar was a connoisseur. "A couple I know have spanking arrangements with their mates, - - -"

"Like us?" Craig interrupted.

"Something like that, yeah. Jeff and Pete I know for sure, they told me, and I'm pretty sure Jack tans Michael's hide on a regular basis, too."

"He does," Mark confirmed, "I've seen it happen. They're mates of ours, Rod and me."

"Fair dinkum?" Ivar got all excited, "tell us more, mate!"

"Not right now," said Craig, "we got work to do, remember? Maybe we can get together some time and you can tell us all about it then. I sure am interested." With that he took Mark by the shoulder again and steered him towards his fate down the passage.

"Have fun, mate," Ivar jeered after them.

"Thanks a bloody lot," Mark called back, before he and Craig disappeared into the classroom, "I'll remember your empathy next time you're getting it."

Ivar laughed, "you love it, mate let's face it." But Mark didn't hear that any more. Craig had closed the classroom door.

Ivar turned to Andy, "I suppose you enjoyed it too. Be honest!"

Andy blushed, he was more embarrassed than Ivar. "I'm really sorry, mate." He couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Well, at least you can't say you haven't been warned."

All the implications of the new regime were only just sinking in, leaving Andy aghast. What would his mates from the swimming team say when he turned up with a striped bum? What had he let himself in for? He knew he only had himself to blame, but that didn't help much.

Nevertheless, his little mate seemed to derive a great deal of pleasure from it all, and he decided to be more alert and watch out for those pink bottoms next time he was in the showers.

"Um, Craig said to ask you to work out a time table for me. He said I can wait for it."

"Sure thing, come along," Ivar led the way to a kind of study. Andy gave him the details and it didn't take long for Ivar to print out a provisional schedule. "Three days a week," he said, handing him the schedule "your arse won't thank you for that, mate."

"I know, but I haven't got much choice have I?"

"Suppose not. As long as you know what you're doing."

"Well, you're not doing too well yourself, are you, from what I've seen."

"Aw that. - It's not always like that, and my bum's used to it. Is yours?"

"Not really."

"That's what I mean. You better prepare yourself, mate. It's a bit of a shock at first, but you'll adjust to it."

"How long did it take you to adjust?" Andy asked.

"We've been sharing for 18 months, but after a couple of weeks, I wasn't even embarrassed any more when others found out I got spanked."

"You mean you didn't mind me looking on when you got the cane on your bare bum before?"

"Mind? Of course I bloody mind, but he likes doing that. It's part of the punishment he says, and the alternative is worse."

"What's the alternative?"

"Finding somewhere else to live and no money to pay the rent. Besides, I love the bastard."

That last remark shocked Andy. "But, weren't you talking about moving out?"

"I always talk about moving out when I'm having a bad day. Why, you thinking of moving in?"

"No way, mate. I'm quite happy where I am."

"Just wondered, from the way I saw you two on the floor there."

Andy was mortified, as he remembered Ivar's intrusion. "I'm sorry, mate, I didn't know you and Craig are lovers."

"I didn't say we were. I said I love him. He loves himself, sometimes even me, and otherwise whoever he fancies from one day to the next. Well, maybe that's not quite true. But its' true he fancies you right now."

Andy felt acutely embarrassed and was thankful for the distraction of familiar noises drifting down the passage.

"Here we go," said Ivar, "I almost feel sorry for the poor bugger getting all the attention on his own. Usually he and Rod come together, so it's spread out a bit between them." He looked at his watch, "they haven't been going for long yet. Sounds like he's in real trouble today."

Indeed, Mark's sounds of discomfort got louder, and so did Craig's voice. Andy was trying to hear what was said, but it was too muffled. The door opened and Craig's voice became very clear, "Ivaaar!"

Both Ivar and Andy flinched involuntarily. "_s_h_i_t_," said Ivar, "what have I done now!"

"Ivaaar!"

"Coming!" Ivar yelled back as he hurried down the passage, while Andy made his way to the front door. He would have loved to see or at least hear what happened next, but decided that caution was the better part of valour.

While Andy and Ivar were talking in the study, Mark's lesson got off to a bad start when he realised he'd forgotten to bring the work from his previous lesson, with the corrections.

Craig was not impressed. He took the cane from the table, "you know what that means."

Mark got up, resigned to submit to the first of undoubtedly several more canings over the next two hours and was relieved when Craig told him to bend over without demanding he'd bare his bottom. He did as he was told, and as he had often done before. The cane cracked three times across the tightly stretched seat of his jeans, but in spite of this 'protection', Mark felt the strokes as if they had been delivered on his bare bottom. Still, he managed to keep his reaction to just a groan, with an additional grunt after the last one.

"OK, you can get up now," Craig had said, and Mark gave his bum a quick rub as the lesson got under way. At intervals, the cane came into action again and again, and after the third time Craig told Mark it was bare bottom time from here on. Mark took off his jeans and briefs without a murmur, and Craig noticed with delight that Mark's little mate showed signs of considerable excitement, as did his own. He always enjoyed seeing that the boys appreciated his service. After all, that was his only reward for his troubles . . .

Mark was sitting on his naked buns now, as they went over his latest work at Uni, and things weren't looking too bright. He had failed one of his tests. That was pretty unusual and would have been bad enough in itself. However, the fact that it was in a field he and Craig had spent a lot of time working on, spelt disaster for Mark.

"I don't understand you," Craig snarled, "why the _f_u_c_k_ do you bother coming to me for help, when you won't do the bloody work I give you?"

"Aw, that's not fair, mate, I always do my work, it's just I never have enough time to get it all done."

"Bull_s_h_i_t_! Just spend more time in the bloody library, and I mean studying instead of ogling chicks and _f_u_c_k_ing around."

"Hey, I don't _f_u_c_k_ around!" Didn't Craig realise he wasn't into chicks either? Surely he must know that ha and Rod - - never mind, this didn't seem a good time to enlighten him.

"Don't give me that, mate, I've been bloody there, remember. At least I got my _f_u_c_k_in' work done first and didn't waste other people's time."

"I'm sorry, mate, I really am, but I did work on that chapter the day before the test and I thought I was going to be ok."

"Yeah, well, you were wrong, weren't you. You know the penalty, so get over that table and pull your shirt up so I can hit the target and see the results."

Mark knew there was no point arguing or pleading, but he tried all the same, "please, I really did work on it, mate, honest!"

"Clearly not enough. Now get over the table so you remember next time to work harder." Craig pointed the cane to where he wanted Mark to position himself for his chastisement, and Mark reluctantly obliged.

"Six," said Craig, swishing the cane through the air.

"Oh no!"

"Oh yes, and you may as well count them out loud."

Mark braced himself for the sting on his behind, and he didn't have to wait long.

CRACK!

"OUCH - One!" Mark wanted to rub where the cane had struck, but he knew better. Instead, he was wriggling uneasily, waiting for the next one, which didn't take long to arrive.

THWACK!

"AARGH! _s_h_i_t_, please, mate, I promise I'll work harder."

"How many?

"Two, sorry."

"I'm not going to remind you again."

WHACK!

This third stroke elicited a loud "THREEEOOWOWOW!" from Mark and he shifted his position a little, as his striped bottom quivered in anticipation.

"Keep still, unless you want to get more."

"But it huuurts, mate! Please stop. I've learned my lesson!" He was in tears already.

CRACK!

"AAARRGH!!" Mark jumped up and furiously rubbed his stinging cheeks, "Please, mate, I can't take any more!"

"You can and you will." Craig walked to the door, opened it an shouted "Ivaaar!"

Mark knew what that meant, it had happened before when he and Rod had been difficult during a punishment. "Aw, don't call him, please, I promise I'll keep still for the last two."

"Yes you will, and it'll be two extra now," Craig turned to the door again, "Ivaaar!"

"Coming!" Ivar came rushing down the passage, looking very worried, "sorry, mate, I was finishing Andy's schedule," but then he saw Craig, cane in hand, and Mark with a pathetic looking limp little mate, tearfully rubbing his bare bottom, and he knew this time someone other than himself was in strife.

"Andy still there?"

"No, he's just left."

"Pity, he could have learned from this."

'Yeah, and he would have enjoyed it, too,' Ivar thought.

"Give us a hand, will ya," Craig pointed at Mark, and Ivar did as he was told. Having done it before when guys couldn't or wouldn't control their reactions, he knew what to do.

Knowing he'd be getting another four like the ones that had already set his bum on fire, Mark was very worried and started pleading once again. Craig took him by the scruff of the neck and turned him to Ivar who was waiting, ready to take him piggy back. Reluctantly, Mark obeyed and as Ivar had a firm hold of his arms and his feet were only barely touching the ground, all Mark could do was kick his legs in the air.

"How many was that?" Craig asked.

"Four," Mark whimpered.

"Here's the next - "

CRACK!

"- two."

WHACK!

Mark yelled, asking to be let off, but Ivar had a firm grip and it wasn't going happen.

"And the last two."

THWACK, CRACK!

"AAARRGH!"

"OK, let him down."

Ivar slowly let go of Mark's hands and straightened up. He had a semi hard-on and was sorry it was over so soon. The pleasure from each cane stroke had been transmitted without the associated pain from Mark's bare bottom to Ivar's little mate through their close body contact while Mark had been hanging over Ivar's back.

There was something terribly _s_e_x_y about it, Ivar mused, as he left the room and returned to the study. It had a kind of bonding effect as well, he thought, and it's true to say that he felt just a little closer to those guys that had been caned while being hoisted on his back. Ivar relished these moments and, to be fair, he wouldn't mind being hauled over someone else's back for similar treatment.

Andy for instance. Yeah, especially Andy! Oh yes, he wouldn't mind getting the cane hanging over that little spunk's back. That could probably be manipulated with a little care. Better still, if that back could be bare for closer contact, he fantasised, but that might be a little more difficult. Of course he'd love a reversal, too, Andy hanging over Ivar's back for the same purpose. Hmm, he wondered how that could be engineered and went about his business until Mark's lesson was over.

Ominous sounds emanated a couple more times from the classroom but much to Ivar's regret, his assistance wasn't called for again. Mark must have decided to 'take it like a man', as Craig was fond of saying.

When he finally emerged, Mark's face was quite pink, and Ivar wondered what the colour of his bottom would be. He gave Mark a hug, "sorry, mate, I just do as I'm told."

Mark hugged him back, "I know that, man, it actually felt better. Somehow I had the feeling we were both in it together."

"Funny that," said Ivar, "I felt a bit like that, too, except my arse wasn't sore like yours."

"It must have been," Mark was already half grinning, "from what you got before."

"Sure, but it fades away fairly quickly. That's about the only consolation I have for you."

"Yeah, I know. I just wish the stripes would fade as quickly."

"Hey, you're not still worried about the showers, are you?"

"Well, I'll just keep my back to the wall, as they say - -"

"Be proud, man! Show them off! Some of the guys parade their punished bums like trophies, haven't you noticed?"

"You're kidding!"

"Fair dinkum, mate. Next time you see Jeff and Pete in the showers, just watch how they wiggle their bums around to make sure you notice."

Craig appeared from the classroom, surprised to see Mark. "You still here?"

"I'm on my way, just having a word with Ivar."

"Ok, ok, no law against that. Glad there's no hard feelings between the two of you."

"I told him, I just do as I'm told," Ivar volunteered.

"Not often enough, that's your trouble. Anyway, shouldn't you be making tracks, too? When does your lecture start?"

Ivar looked at his watch, "_s_h_i_t_! I better run."

"Well, off with the both of you then," Craig laughed, slapping Mark's backside as he made his way to the door.

"Wait for me," Ivar called. He emerged in a moment, carrying his bag with lecture notes, and the boys were off.

The phone rang. "Craig here - - - G'day mate - - - I see - - - yeah, sure - - - who? - - - and he said to ring me, eh? - - - so what club is this? - - - well, I'm a rugby man - - - hm? - - - what? - - - well, I couldn't coach them - - - yeah, fairly bloody obvious - - - Eh? - - - just the discipline? How d'you mean? - - - how old are these guys? - - - I don't want any under 18s - - - what? - - - yeah, sure I have, but I don't want any more, ok? - - - You sure? - - - what do the guys have to say? - - - I have an assistant, very good, too - - - experienced? Only at the receiving end, but he - er - listen, mate, why don't you come over here and we have a yarn - - - about 8 tonight sound allright? - - - yeah, he'll be here too. Ok, mate, catch ya."

Craig's face was flushed with excitement. He dialled the phone - - - "Hi Tim, that you? - - - how's that story of yours coming along - - - aren't you flattered, we're all waiting - - - can't be that bloody difficult - - - so what's Jase doing then? - - - I don't mean that, I mean isn't he doing his job - - - motivating you with his magic wand - - - he has? - - - and still no results? - - - maybe not sore enough, eh? - - - tell him I reckon you should come over here - - - special motivation class with Coach Craig - - - ok, as long as he keeps an eye on things and his hand in - - - yeah, you too, mate - - - I've got enough material for at least two more instalments - - - yeah, but not before you finish this one, no way - - - hey listen, I may have another story for you as well - - - don't know yet - - - be talking to the guy tonight - - - ok, look forward to it - - - cheers."

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