Private Tuition (20 page)

"I need attention,” Paula breathed huskily.

The professor looked at her for a moment, then, taking her hand, he pulled her down across his lap and landed a stinging blow to her soft rounded buttocks with the flat of his hand. Paula gasped at the pain and again he spanked her, blows falling steadily onto her rapidly reddening flesh. Each powerful slap made her soft flesh quiver.

She moaned deeply as the pain gave way to pleasure and she welcomed each and every slap that shook her slim frame. Her head felt light, a trance-like state as her pleasure and excitement increased, the exquisite pain quivering her labia and in turn, her clitoris. She ground her mons down onto his lap as she wriggled in her ecstasy.

Harder and harder he brought his hand down on her, each slap sending thrilling jets of burning sensation into her vulva. She cried out several times, her hands gripping the desk. Faster he spanked her, panting with the effort. Paula shuddered and came, a shattering orgasm that tore through her, draining her and satisfying her completely. Fulfilling that aching need within her and filling her with a warm glow that spread throughout her body.

He knew her needs, her desires, she felt that he knew her better than she knew herself at times. She liked him all the more for it as he spoke again.

"The members of the club, as I have told you, are wealthy and influential people, therefore they will all be wearing masks. This is nothing to be afraid of, they are simply protecting themselves from unwanted publicity, I'm sure you understand."

"I do,” she replied simply.

"Louise must be dealt with,” he stated firmly. “And you will assist me in her punishment."

Paula went silent. She would have preferred not to be involved in any of their squabbles.

"I will tell you when it is to be, but you must say nothing at all to her about it."

"Very well professor,” Paula answered aware that he was testing her confidentiality and also trying to drive a wedge between the two friends. That, Paula felt could not and should not, be allowed to happen.

"You're quiet today,” Louise said breezily as she slumped down on the sun lounger next to Paula on the balcony.

"And you seem full of yourself today,” Paula replied, avoiding her question and throwing the subject back to her friend.

"You're not the only one with secrets you know."

A pregnant silence followed. Paula didn't feel inclined to talk and Louise felt that something was amiss but didn't want to approach the subject. The silence was broken however, when the professor walked suddenly through the open patio doors onto the balcony, his walk brisk and his manner full of purpose.

"Come with me, Louise,” he said firmly. “Paula, join us in my bedroom in five minutes."

He had gone as suddenly as he had appeared.

"Here we go,” Louise giggled as she go up. “His dick must be stiff again.” Paula didn't answer, she just sat staring out into the park, a feeling of foreboding came over her.

As Paula entered the bedroom Louise was tied hand and foot to the bed, spread-eagled on her back, in her mouth the rubber gag. The professor was naked, standing with his semi-hard cock dangling down between his legs.

"Stand there and do not interfere,” he said, pointing to the end of the bed, his tone severe and commanding, giving Paula the indication that what he had said was not to be challenged in any way at all. Paula did as instructed and stood at the end of the bed, looking down between Louise's legs at her soft open pussy. She trembled slightly, wishing she had gone out for the day.

The professor sat next to Louise on the bed and began gently stroking her open pussy, his index finger tracing over the split of her labia, long strokes that ran the length of her expectant lips, brushing against her hard clitoris.

"You have a wonderful body, Louise, but then you know that don't you.” It was a statement not a question. “You enjoy being the subject of desire. You enjoy men lusting after your wonderful body."

Louise nodded as she lay bound tightly. The gag couldn't conceal her delight at both his actions and his words. It was what she wanted to hear, her favourite subject, the way men desired her. She felt a warm sexuality flood through her.

"Perhaps you know it too much my sexy little whore, too much for your own good."

His finger and thumb gripped her clitoris and pinched cruelly. Louise bucked her hips as the pain shot through her. He continued to squeeze. He watched her impassively as he held her.

"You, Louise, have made the mistake of breaking our agreement, of breaking my trust and of breaking confidentiality."

The professor released the grip on her clitoris. Louise's body dropped back to the bed as the tension in her was released, her pain ended for now.

He calmly clamped the clothes peg onto one of Louise's nipples and watched impassively as she bucked and strained in agony.

Paula saw his cock jerk slightly and move as his excitement began to build.

"Did you really think that I am not informed of your actions, slut?” Louise's eyes shot an accusing glare at Paula as she stood over her watching. Her look made Paula feel a pang of guilt, even though she had said nothing. On this part, and at this moment, he was winning the game and setting the two friends against one another. Paula made a mental note of it and watched as he moved again the lean over her friend.

He clamped a second peg onto her other nipple and again watched as she screamed into the gag. Muffled sounds broke the silence in the room.

The professor stood up, his cock almost fully hard now, sticking out in front of him as he watched Louise struggle in her pain. His skilful hands pulled her labia apart and clamped a clothes peg onto each of her labia. Louise's slim body and hips were bucking furiously to try to avoid his ministrations.

She failed.

Paula grimaced as she tried to imagine what Louise was experiencing. The soft tender flesh of her friend's inner lips, forced apart and clamped so very cruelly.

"My friends at the club are influential,” he continued. “They are able to know all that goes on around them. If anything occurs that could harm the club in any way ... Well, here we are, you now see the result."

A final peg hovered open, just above her clitoris, then closed around it, clamping tightly and pinching hard. Louise's thrashing and struggling went on and on. Paula felt a surge of pleasure rip through her as she watched her friend's ecstatic agony.

The professor picked up a thick candle and lit the wick. Paula watched, her interest growing and her vulva throbbing. He stood looking down at Louise, holding the candle still, watching the flame jump around and finally settle into a steady orange peak. He wouldn't burn her, she felt sure of that, but what he had in mind, she simply didn't know.

"I am disappointed that you had me followed Louise,” he said coldly. “You really should learn to use only the people you can really trust. Paul Aiken is not one such person. The very reason his father had his membership withdrawn."

Once again the accusing look from her friend met Paula's eyes. She felt herself shaking her head slightly to indicate that she had not told the professor.

Louise laid still, the searing pain in her nipples taking second place to the professor's words. Her eyes watched the candle fearfully, her body fully tensed.

"And to telephone other members of the club, my guests; my guests!” he repeated savagely. “To try to make private arrangements with them, that was stupid in the extreme. Stupid and deceitful, and now you will suffer for your actions, bitch Louise."

The professor held the candle out at arms length, high above Louise's breasts. He then tipped it slowly, allowing a drip of hot wax to fall, splashing onto her tender skin close to the nipple. Her eyes wide with fear and pain, Louise again bucked and thrashed as she fought against the ropes that secured her to the bed. Wild and vigorous was her fighting, rubbing the ropes harshly on her soft wrists.

Paula gasped in horror but said nothing. Her vulva contracted with a mixture of pain and pleasure that she felt for her friend. She found herself excited by Louise's helplessness, by the fear that she was being subjected to and the heady atmosphere that filled the room.

The professor repeated the dripping wax onto her other breast, catching the nipple and coating it with a film of hot wax that turned white as it cooled. The professor's face was flushed and excited as he worked to give his student the pain she so richly deserved.

Again Louise thrashed around helplessly, hoping against hope that she could end the pain. Her head rose off the pillow, pulling her shoulders upwards and stretching her arms tightly against her bonds.

Paula was amazed, it seemed that he knew everything. More than even she knew, Louise hadn't mentioned the arrangements that she had made with his guest. At that moment she was glad that she hadn't known. She would have to take great care herself, more care than she had even considered to date.

Another drip of wax fell, as Paula watched she was aware that her juices were trickling down the top of her thighs, her excitement at fever-pitch.

He moved the candle down over her body, high above her pussy, and held it there menacingly, allowing Louise to wonder and expect the pain to her most tender parts. One drip of the warm wax fell onto her mons, sticking instantly to the soft pubic hair. Another drip, landed close to her clitoris. Louise held her hips still, not wanting to cause the wax to fall into her most tender parts.

Once again the wax dripped, coating her clitoris and sending Louise into a wild and furious series of bucking spasms that threw her body in all direction, pulling this way and that against the ropes.

The professor smiled, snuffed the candle out and sat calmly down on the bed. He removed the pegs and Paula heard a grunt of relief from under the gag as some easing of the pain came to Louise. He ran his hand over her stomach, then her thighs, stroking lightly and tenderly.

"Dear Louise,” the professor said calmly, “you have a decision to make; a simple one. You must either accept the situation for what it is, or you pack-up and leave. The choice is yours. But before you decide, think carefully, for there will be no second chances. I require from you complete and utter obedience and confidentiality. If I can't have that from you, then you must go and our arrangement here ends."

The professor stood and, taking Paula's arm, led her out into the hallway.

"The wax is hot and painful, but the height from which I dropped it starts the cooling process immediately. It is uncomfortable, but will not burn, Louise will experience more pain because her brain expects it. In reality, however, there is little,” he told her reassuringly.

He paused, looked into her eyes, then pushed Paula against the wall and pressed his erection into her. Her juices had wetted the top of her thighs, never had she been this wet by simply watching.

She kissed him full on the lips and slipped her arms around his neck. His strong hands ripped her panties roughly off and lifted both her legs up around his waist; he then lowered her wet pussy down onto his waiting stiff cock. Burying it deep inside her warmth, filling her and bringing to her the long awaited pleasure she needed.

Thrusting forcefully he began battering her body against the wall, brutal and uncaring. Paula cried out at the power he displayed, crushing her with the thrusts as he drove into her. Their lips locked together in the kiss as their bodies moved in tandem, passionate and hungry. A deep thudding noise from the wall and heavy breathing were the only sounds to be heard in the silent corridor until they came. Both together they reached their peaks. The kiss ended abruptly, their mouths open and groaning as they allowed their orgasm to pass through them. Feeling and savouring the shudders of each others bodies, delighting in their own pleasure and that they had also given such satisfaction to each other.

Louise sat silently, as she had been for most of the day. The professor had given them an extra day off to sort things out and to arrive at a decision. Paula sat next to her friend on the balcony, but only a few words had passed between them. Louise it seemed didn't want to talk at all.

"Want to talk about it?” Paula broke the silence.

"What is there to say?"

"You did bring it upon yourself you know,” Paula said kindly.

Louise hesitated for a moment. “I know, “she said sighing loudly.” Just wanted to move things along a bit."

"Did you? Or is it that you just got too big for your boots and don't like it when you get your comeuppance."

"Is that what you think?” Louise asked in a pained voice.

"Just about. Why did you phone his friend?"

"But I didn't! Louise snapped defensively sitting forwards on her seat. “He phoned me."

"Whatever, the result was the same.” Paula took a deep breath and then asked the question that she had wanted to ask since her punishment.

"Have you decided what you will do?"

"Haven't much choice have I?"

"You have, of course you have,” Paula replied quickly, not wanting her friend to feel that she was trapped in a situation. Louise sat quietly for a moment, pondering thoughtfully.

"The truth is, I like it. I actually enjoy it! The way he mistreats me; the sex, the feelings, the being dictated to and manipulated; all of it. And I can't understand why."

"So do I Louise. I know what you mean. It's as though common sense tells you it isn't right, but the terrific sexual need tells you that you want more."

"Exactly!"

"Like when we control, the powerful feelings are bloody good."

"They certainly are, but even the canings, I even like that. The pain and the suffering at the time is terrible."

"But it changes doesn't it, to pleasure and excitement,” Paula finished the sentence for her.

"Yeah it does. I'm hooked, that's for sure."

"So I take it that means that you'll be staying then?"

"You are one cock sucking bitch of a whore!” Louise said playfully and giggled.

"Oh! I love it when you talk dirty to me,” Paula responded, smiling.