Almost half a year ago, Jonathan had made the decision to go to college and get a degree. It had been over ten years since he’d finished high school and at the time he had wanted to do anything other than more school and studying.
His father worked at a construction firm and with a good word from him to his boss, Jonathan had landed a well-paying, but hard-working job. After over a decade of manual labor however, he wanted something more.
Jonathan had spent these past ten years saving as much as he could, a small apartment out of town, healthy home-cooked meals, no extravagant trips or vacations, … With the money he’d saved, he’d be able to pay for college classes while only having to work half-time.
As a hard-working, early-thirties college student, Jonathan had started the semester with high hopes. He attended classes on campus when he could and supplemented those he missed during workdays with online classes.
His enthusiasm and confidence soon waned however. High school had been a long time ago and Jonathan remembered little of it, he was quickly struggling to keep up. Two months in, he realized he’d need help if he wanted to succeed.
Jonathan had posted an ad in the college paper, looking for a tutor. This was when he’d met Sally. Sally was a mid-twenties student doing her final year at college. She was an optimistic, polite, friendly girl, who was genuinely happy to help in any way she could.
Once a week, for the past four months, Jonathan and Sally had studied together. For Jonathan it was his only real glimpse into student-life outside of studying. Sally told him about her life at college, her friends, and all the gossip on campus. She knew that for Jonathan college was just a part-time thing. She invited him to hang out with her and her friends, or perhaps even attend a party, but Jonathan never seemed to have time.
After almost half a year in college however and almost four months under Sally’s tutelage, it all seemed to be coming to an early end.
Midterms had just passed, and Jonathan had finally received his results. His test-scored were low, abysmally so. It was worse than he’d anticipated.
With his tutor’s help, he had felt confident that he would succeed, he’d thought he understood the subjects he’d been studying,
Now Jonathan realized that had been a mirage. His morale had not been heightened by improved studying skills or a better understanding of what he was doing. More likely, he’d just felt good because he’d been enjoying himself, and enjoying Sally’s company.
Jonathan was disappointed in himself. He should’ve seen this coming, he told himself. Had he really not realized that his time with Sally had not been productive?
The more he thought about it; the more Jonathan came to see his folly. Sally wasn’t just a friendly, helpful girl; she was also a beautiful young woman, in the prime of her life. Jonathan couldn’t deny that he found her attractive, that he was distracted by her appearance when they were together: Her short skirts, bare legs, snug blouses with bared shoulders, …
Now, Jonathan wasn’t the kind of man that would ever dictate a woman what she could or couldn’t wear, no, the fault lay at his feet. If he could not keep a straight head around her, that was his shortcoming, not hers.
Yet, you had to either accept your shortcomings, or overcome them, and Jonathan knew that he’d never be able to look at Sally and not be distracted by her beauty. That meant of course, that he’d never be able to focus on his studies while she was around as his tutor.
When the time came for their weekly study-session, Jonathan had fully convinced himself that his tutor’s distracting appearance was largely to blame for his low scores. He knew that it was more than that of course, but blaming his own uncontrollable urges was easier than facing the fact that he just hadn’t worked hard enough.
Sally arrived punctually as always. The first few weeks they’d studied at the college library, but after they’d gotten to known each-other better, they’d agreed it would be easier for their sessions to take place at Jonathan’s apartment.
His tutor came in, grabbed a drink from his fridge and made herself comfortable at his kitchen table where they always sat down to study. Jonathan looked at her with bemusement, surprised by how at home the young woman felt in his home. He was immediately enthralled by the short skirt she wore today, barely long enough to cover her backside, as well as the knee-high socks underneath and the wide swath of bare skin of her soft, plump thighs. He shook his head, his earlier realization only made it more obvious to him now how attracted he was to her.
I should not look at her like that, Jonathan told himself; but she wasn’t really that much younger than him, was she? Mid-to-late twenties – he’d never really asked her how old she was – to his early thirties. He just felt older because he’d worked for a living and she was still a student.
Still, whether it was appropriate or not did not matter. He still needed to talk to her.
“Sally, can we talk?” Jonathan asked.
His tutor looked up at him with a smile, though there was a look of confusion on her face, probably because he had not yet prepared for their study session; none of his notes or books were placed on the kitchen table where they’d usually lay ready.
“I don’t know how to say this,” Jonathan said hesitantly, “But I don’t think these sessions are working that well for me.”
The young woman blushed, “Is this about your midterms?” she asked.
Jonathan nodded; he had of course already shared his scores with her, “I think, perhaps I should try something else.” He didn’t really know what he meant by that yet. Study something else? Find another tutor? Forget this idea of getting a college degree?
Sally shook her head, “No, please don’t get discouraged, I’m sure that if we work hard enough, we can get through this.”
Jonathan couldn’t help but smile at her positive attitude. “I don’t think working harder will help,” he replied, “That wasn’t the issue.” He couldn’t tell her the real issue of course.
The girl’s smile turned downwards. “I know… It’s me, isn’t it?” she asked, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since you shared your scores with me. I’m the issue, I’m a lousy tutor.”
Jonathan blushed, raising his hands in surprise. “No, no, not at all. You’re great,” he tried to reassure her, “I’m the issue.” Though he still didn’t feel that he should tell her exactly what the issue was.
“No, don’t blame yourself,” Sally replied, “I know you have it in you to succeed. I’m your tutor, which means it’s my failure not yours.”
Jonathan wanted to correct her again, but to his surprise she was smiling again. He raised a questioning eyebrow in response.
“I guess that just means I’m the one who has to work harder,” his tutor continued.
Jonathan laughed softly. “You know, I’ve never known a tutor or teacher who would blame a student’s bad grades on themselves rather than that student.”
Sally grinned, “Well perhaps they should,” she replied.
Jonathan couldn’t help but smile. He’d feared Sally felt bad or would be too hard on herself, but it seemed like nothing could dampen the girl’s positive attitude. Yet he knew that no matter how hard she’d work, it wouldn’t help. Not as long as he was distracted by the beautiful young woman sitting across the table.
He couldn’t tell her that, of course. “Still,” he replied, “Maybe I’d be better off with a different tutor.”
Sally’s smile instantly faded again. “No, please,” she replied, “I’m sorry I didn’t do good enough the first time, I promise next time will be better.”
Jonathan frowned, surprised by her relentlessness. He wondered why it meant so much to her. Surely it wasn’t because she cared so much about him. She had however introduced herself as a perfectionist, many months ago. She’d probably see it as a failure on her part if he went to someone else.
Perhaps I owe it to her to try, Jonathan told himself. I’m the one who should be trying harder. Don’t look at her, don’t get distracted, just study.
“What are you thinking?” his tutor asked.
Jonathan cleared his throat, realizing he had sat there quietly without responding. “How can we make sure things will go better?” he asked.
Sally cocked her head, thinking. “Well,” she said, “Usually when I need to really get something done, I meticulously plan it all and consider everything possible outcome.”
Jonathan nodded. “Right, set a date in your calendar, start on time, make a plan, … That sort of thing, right?”
His tutor nodded, “Sure, but we already have a well-established schedule,” she replied, “I was also thinking of establishing consequences, other than just you getting bad grades.”
Jonathan frowned, for a moment he thought she implied those would be consequences for him, but no, she was still talking about herself, blaming herself for his bad scores. “What kind of consequences?” he asked.
“Well,” Sally replied, “If I forget to do laundry, consequences would be that I have nothing interesting to wear. If I don’t go grocery shopping, I have nothing to eat… I guess if I don’t teach you properly, the consequences would be that you’d find another tutor.”
Jonathan nodded, finally understanding. “I see, you just meant thinking more deeply about what would happen if you failed.”
His tutor nodded, “Yes, for me, envisioning it, encourages me to do better. What did you think I meant?”
Jonathan chuckled, “For a moment I thought you wanted to establish extra, self-imposed consequences.”
Sally raised an eyebrow. “Oh, like some kind of punishment, you mean?”
Jonathan shook his head, “It was just a misunderstanding,” he replied.
The girl across the table licked her lips, and Jonathan could see she was blushing slightly. “No, it could work, I guess,” she replied, “What kind of punishment were you thinking of?”
Jonathan shook his head again, “I wasn’t really thinking about anything,” he replied, “I just misunderstood what you meant.”
Sally smiled, as if the more she thought about this idea, the more it interested her. “What kind of punishment would you get if you got bad grades?” she asked, “You know, back in your day.”
Jonathan laughed, “Back in my day? You make it sound like I’m old, like we still got spanked for failing a test,” he joked.
The blush on his tutor’s face suddenly turned a few shades darker. “That wasn’t the first thing on my mind…” she replied in a hush.
Jonathan choked on his laugh, “No, I didn’t mean…” he replied.
“Though I guess it could work…” Sally continued.
Jonathan cleared his throat and swallowed deeply. For a moment they just stared at each-other. The thought of spanking the beautiful young woman in front of him now filled his mind, her short skirt, her long legs, the voluptuous bottom he’d so often admired when he should’ve been studying… No, that wouldn’t work, it would only make things harder, he’d never be able to focus on his studies with that possibility on his mind.
“Do you think so?” he asked.
Sally licked her lips, “We can try,” she replied.
No, Jonathan thought, it wouldn’t help, quite the opposite really, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to… “I’m not sure I’d be able to study efficiently if I’m distracted by the idea of such possible consequences,” he replied. If he did want to do this, he’d have to be completely honest with her.
“What do you mean?” Sally asked.
Jonathan licked his lips, “To be honest, Sally, I’m not sure that any of this is your fault. You’ve helped me a lot and you’re a very talented young woman. I think the fault lays with me, I’m too distracted when we study together.”
“Distracted by what?” His tutor asked.
Jonathan groaned, not sure whether she was teasing him, or if she really was this oblivious. “By you,” he replied, “You’re beautiful, attractive, I can’t keep my eyes off you. I’m not blaming you, blame me, but I feel like I’m looking at you more than I’m looking at my books.”
Sally was blushing deeply, but there was a glint of what seemed excitement in her eyes, “Well then,” she replied, “Perhaps rather than just punishment, we should think of a reward then as well, for when your grades improve.” Those words by themselves didn’t seem to be a response to his admission, but the way she ran her hands down her body explained perfectly what she meant.
Jonathan’s eyes opened wide in shock; however he had imagined she’d respond to his confession, it was not this. Perhaps he had been wrong about her reasons for wanting to remain his tutor after all.
“If that’s okay with you of course,” Sally replied shyly when he didn’t seem to respond.
Jonathan licked his lips, “I think a reward for me such as that would surely help keep me focused,” he replied.
His tutor grinned, “A reward for both of us,” she replied, “If you are going to punish me for your bad grades, then surely the reward for good ones should be mine as well.”
Jonathan took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure any of this would actually help, but he’d be a fool not to go along with it. “Of course,” he replied.
“So, are you going to punish me today for your bad midterm results?” Sally asked, “There won’t be much time for studying left, but I’d rather not be in anticipation for a whole week.”
Jonathan raised an eyebrow in surprise, “I thought we were discussing consequences for next time,” he replied.
Sally blushed, “I don’t want to wait that long,” she replied, “Besides next time your scores will have hopefully improved and you won’t have to spank me at all.”
Jonathan licked his lips. She made it sound like she wanted it, which now that he thought about it, made sense. If she wasn’t into it, she would’ve never taken his suggestion so seriously. “I guess it would help if you already had an idea of what such a punishment would be like for next time,” he replied, “so that you know to avoid it, of course…”
Sally grinned, “Exactly,” she replied.
Jonathan looked at the beautiful woman across the table from him and she in turn looked expectantly at him. She was waiting for him to take charge, he realized, waiting for him to punish her.
After a moment of silence, Jonathan pushed his chair back and stood up, his eyes locked onto Sally who’s head tilted backwards to keep eye-contact.
“So, how do you want to do this?” he asked.
Sally licked her lips, “I guess that’s up to you, sir,” she replied meekly.
Jonathan took a deep breath, images racing through his mind of how he might spank his tutor. He imagined sitting back down on that kitchen chair and pulling her over his knee, though that might be too intimate… In fact, he could already feel his arousal growing, his erection fighting to be released from the confines of his trousers. There would be no way for Sally to mistake what she felt down there if he were to put her across his lap. “I guess you should stand up,” he said instead.
“Yes, sir,” Sally replied obediently, standing up swiftly as if he had given an order.
Jonathan couldn’t help but smile, Sally’s sudden submissive demeanor turned him on more than he’d anticipated. She had never called him sir before, the few years he might have on her were easily countered by the fact that she was his tutor. Now the roles were reversed however, and he was the one in charge. Inspired by the young woman’s attitude, he tried do sound more firm, “Put your chair to the side, and bend over the table,” he commanded.
Sally pushed her chair to the side and then almost eagerly bent over his kitchen table, leaning down on her elbows.
Jonathan licked his lips and made his way around the table, eager to get a better view, while trying to step slowly and confidently, as not to seem too keen. The young woman’s skirt barely covered her backside, her plump thighs were completely bared and begging for his touch.
Jonathan hesitated for a moment, wondering how far he was allowed to take this. Sure, he was in charge, but only for as long as he had her consent. If he took things too far… Well, he thought, she’d just have to tell him. “All the way, young lady,” he said, “Bend down as far as you can.”
Sally bent down further without complaint, her upper body now resting on the table, the side of her face pressed against the cool wooden surface.
Jonathan licked his lips again. The young woman’s skirt had not been designed to keep her covered in a situation like this. Her pale, smooth buttocks were partly uncovered, as well as a tiny triangle of white cloth, hinting at the panties she wore underneath. “Now raise your skirt,” Jonathan told her, eager to see all of it.
Sally whispered something before she obediently pulled up her skirt, but it was too soft for Jonathan too hear. He was too distracted by the view of her gorgeous bottom and the tiny white panties that clung to them, unable to cover more than half of her voluptuous backside.
“What was that?” Jonathan asked, when he managed to peel his gaze from her behind for a second.
“Nothing, sir,” his tutor replied.
Jonathan took a step closer. He wished to have those panties pulled down as well, to see her bare bottom in its full glory; but part of him said he should not take things too far too quickly. Get a few swats in, he told himself, and then see if you can take it any further.
He placed his hand on the young woman’s lower back and felt a shiver of anticipation run through her body as he heard her whimper softly. He felt like he should say something, “Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.” Sally replied.
Jonathan raised his other hand and then swung it down at his tutor’s behind. It landed with a loud smack, as her buttocks bounced from the impact.
Sally grunted softly, but gave no other indication of having felt that. Jonathan raised his arm again.
Again and again he spanked the young woman’s behind, alternating between her left and right buttocks, making them bounce in turns. Sally responded only with grunts and soft little moans, but so far his attempts seemed to have little impact.
“Is this teaching you anything, young lady?” Jonathan asked, using the question as an excuse to let his arm rest.
“Yes, sir,” Sally replied dutifully.
With his hand now resting on the young woman’s backside, Jonathan couldn’t help himself but caress her gently, the palm of his hand following the curve of her buttocks, sliding down her thighs and then back up, his fingers playing with the edge of her panties. “Are you sure?” Jonathan asked, “I’m not getting the feeling that I’m leaving that much of an impression.”
Sally hesitated for a moment, “It doesn’t hurt that much yet, sir.”
Jonathan grinned, he almost took that negatively, as if he wasn’t any good at this, but quickly realized it was just permission to spank her harder. “Let’s see if we can do anything about that, then,” he replied.
He raised his hand again, and where before he had just swung it down to connect with her backside, he now put some force behind that swing. The resulting crack across the young woman’s backside was followed by a surprised squeal and even a short scraping sound of the tables legs dragging across the floor as it was pushed forward.
Jonathan pushed his hand down on Sally’s lower back to keep her in place and landed a few more firm swats like that across her behind. For these he was rewarded with deeper moans and guttural groans.
“That’s more like it,” he said as he continued the assault on his tutor’s bottom. His arm raised quickly and came down firmly, the palm of his hand connecting with the young woman’s stinging backside, making her buttocks tremble and bounce.
Sally’s poor bottom quickly turned pink, and then a soft shade of red, contrasting nicely against her clean white panties. With each swat, Jonathan could hear an increase to the undertone of pain in her moans, though she was still mostly overcome with arousal.
“Are you learning anything now?” Jonathan asked as he took another moment to rest.
“Yes, sir,” Sally replied once more, though now there was a soft tremble to her voice, it somehow made her sound more earnest.
Jonathan took this moment to once again fondle her backside, his fingers tracing her swollen red buttocks, playing with the edge of her panties. “What have you learned then?” he asked, masking his intentions by asking her more questions.
“That I should be a better tutor,” Sally replied, “That these are the consequences for getting bad grades.” Her words sounded earnest, but the way she arched her back and raised her bottom to his touch told Jonathan that she wanted more.
“So are you going to try harder form now on?” He asked, as his hand now more confidently dug into her buttocks, squeezing and kneading the sore, stinging flesh of her behind.
“Yes, sir,” Sally replied, unable to hold back her excited moans.
“Let’s make sure you don’t forget,” Jonathan said, eager to punish her some more, to hear more of her squeals.
Sally arched her back, sticking out her sore, red backside, indicating that she too was not ready for this to be over yet.
Jonathan did not raise his arm yet however. Instead he hooked his fingers behind her panties. “Perhaps I should pull these down so you will truly never forget.”
He gave Sally a moment to respond, to protest, but as he’d anticipated, there came no objections. With a swift motion, he then pulled down the young woman’s panties, finally baring her backside completely.
Jonathan’s tutor’s backside was glowing red and pink, voluptuous as it was raised high in the air, waiting to be punished. The way she was bent over deeply across his kitchen table, he could see down to her thighs and what was hidden between them. Sally’s pussy seemed to be glistening, wet with excitement, her lips swollen with arousal. Jonathan had known that she was enjoying this, but the level of excitement she felt was greater than he’d anticipated, so much so that he suddenly wondered whether it truly had been an accident that he mentioned this kind of punishment, or whether Sally had carefully steered their conversation in such a direction.
Jonathan was distracted for a moment, almost forgetting that he was supposed to punish her further as he watched glistening drops of moisture trailing down her inner thighs. Then he raised his hand again.
He did not hold back, knowing now how much she enjoyed this. Without the protection of her panties, his hand landed fully across her bare buttocks. Jonathan aimed each swat with care, putting enough strength behind it to make Sally’s bottom bounce and to make her squeal and moan.
Jonathan’s hand rained down on his poor tutor’s bottom, strong and firm. He didn’t pause or relent, not even when the poor woman began to whimper and mewl.
Sally kicked her feet against the kitchen floor, and her bottom gently swayed as if she could somehow evade his punishing hand. She never protested however or tried to make him stop. One time she reached back with one hand as if to protect her poor bottom, but Jonathan swiftly grabbed her arm by the wrist and pinned it against her lower back.
The sounds of the poor girl’s bottom getting spanked, as well as her moans and squeals filled his kitchen, until she finally was at the edge of what she could take.
“Please, sir, I’ll do better,” Sally moaned.
“Please, I’ll be a good tutor,” she promised.
Jonathan ignored her pleas and promises, knowing he could push just a bit further, just a few more swats across the naughty girl’s behind.
“I’ll be a good girl,” his tutor begged, “I’ll do anything, please, I’ll make things right.”
Then, he finally stopped, his hand once again resting on the voluptuous bottom bent over his kitchen table. Sally’s buttocks felt like fire against the palm of his hand, burning hot from her punishment.
“Are you ready to be a better tutor, Sally?” Jonathan asked. He let his hand rest on her trembling bottom, not caressing her, but not willing to end this last touch just yet either.
“Yes, sir,” Sally replied.
“You can stand up then,” Jonathan replied, pulling his hand back reluctantly.
Sally slowly pushed herself up against the table and turned around. Her skirt slid down to cover her sore red backside, but her white panties remained rolled down, caught at her knees. She made no motion indicating she wanted to pull those back up and Jonathan wondered whether they might feel too tight against her sore, red backside.
“Was that like what you were expecting?” he then asked, realizing they’d been staring at each-other without saying a word.
Sally nodded and then took a step closer to him, standing really close. “Thank you, sir,” she whispered, “That was exactly what I needed.”
Jonathan licked his lips, not sure how much longer he had to maintain his dominant persona, “Well, it was my pleasure, giving you what you needed … and deserved.”
Sally smiled, and then placed her hand on his chest. “I bet you found it very pleasurable,” she replied as she let her hand slide down his chest, over his belly and onto the large bulge in front of his trousers.
Jonathan grunted softly as he felt her caressing his erection through the stiff fabric. He did not know how to respond to her sudden advance, and did not say a word as she eagerly unbuckled his belt and slowly, playfully pulled it through the loops of his trousers before placing it on the table behind her.
“I’m sure you deserve a reward,” Sally said as she unbuttoned his pants, “For taking such good care of me,” and then pushed her hand into his boxers, her fingers wrapping around his cock.
Jonathan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He’d tried to ignore his own arousal while spanking his tutor, but at no point had his cock gone soft, it had been hard and ready, fighting against the confines of his trousers, and now it was finally let out.
“How do you want me, sir?” Sally asked, smiling coyly.
Jonathan licked his lips, “Turn around,” he said, his voice deep and guttural, “Bend over.”
Sally smiled and eagerly turned around. She bent over, pushing her bared bottom against his crotch, wriggling with anticipation before taking her place back on the kitchen table.
Jonathan grabbed her hips, ready to fuck her, but the sight of her glowing red backside, still hot to his touch, reminded her of the punishment he’d given her. This part, this reward, they hadn’t earned yet. He raised his hand and spanked the young woman’s behind, “You’re a naughty girl, you know that right, Sally?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” Sally moaned excitedly, not yet realizing Jonathan had decided not to fuck her, but spank her instead.
Jonathan landed a couple more swats across his tutor’s already sore behind, making her squeal and moan.
“Please, fuck me already,” Sally moaned.
“I don’t think so,” Jonathan replied, landing another firm swat across her bottom.
His tutor whimpered and looked over her shoulder in surprise.
“You haven’t earned such a reward yet, have you young lady?” Jonathan asked.
Sally blushed, as she realized what he implied.
“Remind me again what we agreed upon,” Jonathan said.
Sally licked her lips, “I’d only get a reward, if your scores improved.” There was a hint of disappointment on her face, but at the same time she seemed pleased. She wanted him to hold firm to the rules, even if it meant she might not get what she wanted right now.
Jonathan buttoned his trousers, taking away as much of the temptation as he could. When he grabbed his belt of the table however, he did not pull it back on, but folded it in half instead. “Perhaps you need just a bit more of a reminder.”
Sally’s eyes grew wide as she watched him fold the thick leather belt. She licked her lips, opening her mouth as if she was about to say something, about to protest, but then she turned her head, resting her face on the table as she raised her bottom. “Please sir, not too hard,” she whimpered.
Jonathan raised his arm and the belt swung through the air. It cracked across the naughty girl’s backside, painting a broad red stripe across her bottom.
Again and again, Jonathan whipped his tutor’s behind. Sally squealed and screamed, her buttocks bounced and her legs were trembling.
“Please sir, I won’t forget,” she begged.
Jonathan raised the belt once more, just two more swats, ten in total, a nice round number. Sally could only squeal until it was over.
His tutor whimpered and moaned, bent over his table, not allowed to reach back and rub her sore bottom as Jonathan pulled his belt back through the loops of his trousers.
Jonathan stood firmly behind the young woman as he straightened his clothing, enjoying the view of her glowing red backside, her trembling legs, her swollen pussy still dripping wet with arousal. Then finally, he moved to the other side of the table, sitting back down in his chair. “You may get up and sit down,” he said.
Sally pushed herself up, eagerly reaching back to sooth her burning backside. “I’d rather remain standing for now,” she replied.
Jonathan grinned, “There’s still some time left for studying, you best sit down, when you’re standing up like that I won’t be able to focus.”
Sally blushed, but then obediently pulled her chair closer, whimpering softly as she sat down, resting her sore, sensitive buttocks on the hard wooden surface.
Little over an hour later, Jonathan closed his books as his tutor stood up. “I feel that went pretty well,” he said.
Sally smiled, stealthily reaching back, kneading her backside.
“Does that still hurt?” Jonathan asked.
Sally blushed, but then smiled, “Quite a bit actually,” she replied.
Jonathan grinned, not sure what to reply. Say sorry? Or you’re welcome?
“It did seem to help though…” Sally continued.
“Help with what?” Jonathan asked.
His tutor bit her lower lip, “Staying focused, making sure I was doing a good job.”
Jonathan nodded, smiling broadly, “Well, remember that feeling then, you’re going to need to keep this up until my end of term exams if you don’t want to earn another such punishment.”
Sally blushed slightly, “I might need a few more reminders before then…”
Jonathan grunted softly. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could handle without dealing with his resulting arousal. Though he knew the final reward would surely be worth it… And he wasn’t thinking about his grades.
“I guess we could start the occasional tutoring session with a quick reminder,” he offered.
His tutor smiled, “That would be perfect,” she replied.
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