Private Tuition (15 page)

She moved close behind him, pressing her mons hard against his tensed buttocks and slid her hand around his front to hold his now rigid cock in her hand. She felt his body shudder as her soft delicate fingers circled his member.

"Has sir been playing with little Cynthia?” she asked, beginning to wank him slowly.

"No,” he groaned, she felt his cock pulse and his buttocks tense as she moved her hand slowly along its length, teasingly light and gentle.

"Sure about that are we?” She gripped his cock forcefully. He gasped loudly as her finger nails dug savagely into his pulsing cock, he cried out and she released him. Her hand moving under to gently cup and to weigh his balls in the palm of her hand, her delicate fingers brushing against the inside of his thigh. For many minutes she teased and fondled then stepped back and away abruptly. His groan of disappointment told of the pleasure he had received from her fondling.

Paula opened the holdall and fished out the small packet, then she knelt before him and fitted the Arab strap around the base of his cock and scrotum.

"What's that?” he asked hesitantly, unable to see or to grasp what was happening.

"Just a little something that will prevent you coming too soon,” she replied, pulling the adjustable strap tight and making him wince. She picked up the holdall and walked to one of the small rooms to change. She could hear the professor asking what she was doing and decided to let him sweat for a while.

"Psychology professor, simple psychology,” she said softly to herself.

Louise closed her fingers together as tightly as she could to make her wrist as thin as possible, pulled gently, and at last her hand slipped through one of the ropes, but was still not free.

Encouraged, she immediately began trying to pull through the remaining cords, but succeeded only in drawing them tighter around her slim wrist. Fight as she may, the bonds refused to give. Tears began flowing again as Louise's body slumped once more in defeat, her bladder beginning to ache.

The small room contained just a chair and a long wooden bench. Thick leather straps were fixed firmly to the bench, its use obvious to all. The wall held a variety of sizes of canes. There were different thicknesses and lengths, leather riding crops and other whips all clipped into holders on the wooden bars that held them in place.

Paula changed into the outfit she had brought with her in the holdall, using the mirror on the wall of the room to add her make-up and fix her hair. When all was done, she lifted a black riding crop from the wall and walked back to where the professor was pinioned.

"What's going on?” he asked as he heard her return.

Paula said nothing, just walked around behind him and ran the tip of the riding crop up the crease of his buttocks, making him wait and wonder. He shuddered. She prodded and stroked the leather tongued crop over his body.

"What's that?” he asked nervously. Again she remained silent, letting him ponder on what was to come. Then she held the crop above her shoulder and with all her might brought it savagely down across his exposed buttocks. He screamed his agony into the stillness of the empty barn as it bit painfully into his flesh. Paula felt her vulva contract as the blow hit home. Pleasure filled her, she delighted in his pain and again she struck him.

Searing hot pain ripped through him, forcing another loud scream from his lips. There was a racking sob of despair before he screamed once more.

"Christ Paula!” he spat.

Again and again she hit him, all her pent-up anger coming out as she repaid him for his punishment of her. Again she hit him, feeling stronger and stronger surges into her vulva, exciting and so very satisfying.

She slashed the crop hard across him for the last time and stood panting from her exertions. She felt good, in total control and so very wet in her pussy. She reached through the frame and stroked his cock with the crop, lifting the semi-hard member and teasing it back to full hardness.

"Lost it a bit did we?” she asked, giggling. She stood behind him and pulled off the mask, giving his eyes time to re-adjust to the light.

"Fucking little bitch! That bloody hurt!"

"Oh but I'm not Paula, I'm Cynthia, little Cynthia,” she lisped and moved around in front of him.

He was stunned into silence. She stood before him in a short grey pleated skirt. The white blouse and school tie finished her uniform that was complimented by her pig-tailed hair and the freckles that she had applied with her eye-brow pencil. He looked her over several times, from her head down to the short white socks and black shoes that she wore.

His cock twitched visibly, he was sweating, his look hungry and wild. The very subject that excited him so much, their little secret and he could not touch her. He looked at her longingly, his excitement such as Paula had never seen.

"Is sir angry with little Cynthia?” she asked in her little girly voice and began sucking her thumb sexily, all her make-up removed and only the freckles remaining.

He hesitated. “No, Cynthia, sir isn't angry with you."

"Oh good!” she said, smiling. Her hand moved to rest on her hip. Deliberately she trapped her skirt and pulled one side up to show her slim thighs and a flash of her white knickers beneath.

He groaned loudly as she posed before him.

"I think sir wants me to touch his big willy.” She emphasised the word ‘willy’ in her little high-pitched voice.

"Yes, yes that's right, touch it for me Cynthia!” he breathed, his face red and wanting.

Again his cock jerked in an involuntary spasm.

"But I'm not sure that I should,” she lisped. She lifted her skirt high at the front and began rubbing herself through the material of her panties.

She watched him carefully as his eyes roamed her and his excitement grew. Her own body responded to the sexual thrill and was pulsing incessantly, her clitoris cried out to be touched. She sat down on the bale of hay, crossing her legs to reveal her slim thighs.

"Please Cynthia,” he pleaded, “please hold sir's willy for him."

Paula turned and knelt on the bale facing away from him, her panties displayed for him as she knelt there. He groaned loudly as she delved once more into her holdall and pulled out the jar.

"Please oh please! Cynthia, sweet little Cynthia, I beg you please hold it for me."

Paula slowly stood and moved towards him. She scooped her hand into the jar of cold cream and rubbed her hands together as she stood watching his face. For a few moments she did nothing, then she lightly closed both hands around his cock, cupping the palms, gripping it in a soft cool bed of cream. She held her hands still as he moved his hips to fuck her hands, his cock slipping easily on the slippery cream.

He groaned loudly as he pumped. Faster and faster he moved, drinking in the pleasurable feelings he had so long awaited. Paula watched him intently, and as she saw the very first signs of his orgasm building, she removed her hands and stepped back.

"Bitch!” he screamed at her angrily. “Fucking little bitch!"

"Oh! I think sir really is angry with me,” she lisped in the girly voice.

The professor thought for a moment.

"Sorry,” he muttered. “I'm sorry, please carry on."

Paula continued to play the game. “Sir is so angry, he frightens me with his big thing."

His cock twitched constantly, his state of arousal and the abrupt end to his pleasure still affecting his enlarged member. When Paula moved back and gripped his cock again, he immediately resumed his thrusting into the creamy softness of the cavern that her hands created.

"Sir's willy is so big and hard,” she breathed softly.

"It is yes it is,” he moaned, lost in his fantasy world of Cynthia.

"Very big in my tiny hands, ever so big, too big for my little cunny,” she cooed. He groaned loudly as he continued thrusting.

"Talk, talk to sir Cynthia dear."

Paula pressed her palms tighter together around his cock. He groaned and closed his eyes, his head sunk back.

"Why did sir look inside Cynthia's knickers?"

"I was checking, Cynthia."

"Checking for what in my little knickers sir?"

He began groaning constantly, faster and faster.

Again she stopped and stood back, delighting in the way she could do whatever she wished, delighting in bringing him close and then making him wait.

"Can't sir come?” Paula asked, smiling at the fact that he was strapped and prevented from coming. She again held his cock between her palms, and he was thrusting again instantly. His hips moved faster as his body established a fast rhythm.

It took her by surprise—forceful and sudden, the sperm hit her chest, then higher to her throat, splashing her forearms as she held him. She recoiled by instinct, confused as to how he had been able to come, ruining her teasing of him. The Arab strap should have stopped him coming.

After a few moments the professor opened his eyes.

"Once again bloody fantastic Paula,” he said gratefully.

"Didn't think you'd be able to come until I released the strap,” she said in disappointment. “I was told these straps prevent the man from coming."

"You see then, sexy slut, that you still have much to learn!"

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It took Paula hours to bring Louise around to her way of thinking after rushing to release her.

Trying to pull her out of the foul mood that she had been in, Paula sympathised with her but at the same time felt that she accepted what the professor had done simply as part of the sexual life that they were involved in. Like Louise, the initial thought of the pegs on her most sensitive parts had horrified her, the pain that she had experienced was terrifying, but she had adjusted to it. In a strange sort of way she actually now welcomed it.

She also loved the terrific thrill of teasing and taking control over men, but she was prepared to be patient, to let things grow slowly and to learn. Louise however wanted it immediately and on her terms alone. Something that Paula was certain the professor would never accept. Knowing what she had learned from the recent visit to the club only served to reinforce those feelings. She saw trouble ahead if she couldn't mediate and bring Louise around completely.

Long and lots, that's how they talked, frankly and friendly, coaxing and guiding, listening and disagreeing long into the night and the small hours. They covered everything, every part of their situation and lives as they now were.

Paula liked Louise, she liked also her living in the same apartment. It brought a few minor difficulties, but the advantages far out-weighted the disadvantages. Overall it was a pleasant and convenient arrangement that worked well, one that Paula was not anxious to spoil. She still harboured her thirst to take over the running of the sexual activities, but later was fine by her, if she had to wait a little time in order to achieve it, well so what.

"Humiliating!” Louise said angrily, for about the seventh or eighth time. “So bloody unnecessary and totally humiliating!"

They sat together on the balcony in the morning sun. Louise hadn't slept at all and Paula had had little or no sleep, spending most of the night talking to her friend. Calming her and listening to her re-runs of her feelings during the time she had spent tied to the bed.

"So you have said several times,” Paula replied, tired of her friend's continuance of the subject. “Shouldn't we just drop it now."

"I just want to be clear as to quite what is included in the decision that we have arrived at,” Louise said coldly.

Paula sighed wearily and repeated a summary of their long talk.

"We speed-up the taking control, we use our sexuality to good effect and more often and we accept everything he does to us in the meantime."

"Fine!” Louise stated emphatically.

"We also abuse and misuse each others’ bodies as much as possible,” Paula added in jest, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere that was hanging over the discussions.

"Agreed on that one you dirty little cock sucking whore,” Louise responded, giggling for the first time in hours.

Paula smiled back at her friend, glad at last that she seemed to be coming out of her depressed state.

"Nipples still sore?” she asked casually.

"Fine now, no problems."

"And your clit?"

"Same really, both painful at the time, but okay now,” Louise answered lightly, smiling back broadly. It seemed that she also was glad at last to lift the cloud that had been hanging over her.

"Shame, I was going to offer to kiss it better for you."

"Now that you mention it,” Louise said, smiling ... she leaned across to where Paula was sitting and stroked her naked thigh below the bottom of Paula's shorts.

"Thanks for talking me round, I know you are right. I just get a little fired-up at times."

"A little? I'd hate to see you angry then!” Paula said, covering her friend's hand with hers and guiding it up to rest on her crotch. Louise began stroking Paula's pussy through her shorts.

Paula shifted in her seat to allow her friend easier access to her, parting her legs to assist her ministrations further. She liked the way her friend rubbed her, sexy it certainly was, not just because it was her pussy that was receiving the attention, but the sexual nature and naughtiness of the situation.

Louise moved to kneel between Louise's legs, resting her arms on her thighs, and began unbuttoning the tight fitting shorts.

"Louise, we're on the balcony, someone might see us,” Paula murmured half-heartedly in protest.

"So what?” Louise eased the shorts and panties down over Paula's hips and pulled them off. The soft downy hair of Paula's mons looked lighter in the sunshine, and more appealing as more soft flesh was revealed.

Paula adjusted the sun-lounger and stretched lazily back, her mons pushed upwards and exposed ready for her friend's attentions. As Louise began kissing and licking the top of her thighs, Paula unclipped her bikini top and threw it aside, lying back in anticipation. Her hands covering her own breasts, kneading and caressing, thumbs rubbing across her nipples to further excite herself.