Private Tuition (11 page)

"I can't argue with you now, I'll take it and just you remember that I did."

The professor walked into the room and laid the long cane down carefully on the coffee table. Both girls eyed it fearfully.

"Well, who is it to be?” he demanded.

"Me,” Paula said with some difficulty.

He paused a moment, looking down at both of them and then spoke.

"Follow me both of you."

He didn't wait, just walked towards his bedroom. Both girls struggled to get to their feet. Walking to the bedroom was equally as difficult and as they entered they were released in turn.

He bound Louise's wrists tightly behind her back with lengths of the soft cord, causing her to draw breath as he pulled it tight. He then tied her feet together and pushed her to her knees where he secured her hands to the rope binding her ankles. She was upright on her knees, but unable to move forwards or very far backwards. The anticipation of what was to come excited Louise tremendously. Her pussy ached to be touched, her long nipples stuck out firm and expectant. She throbbed with excitement at the unknown, sexual expectation filling her every sense.

Paula however, whilst excited, also knew what was to come and didn't relish the pain, nor did she want two or three days of difficulty moving around afterwards. Visions of her last beating came to her and she trembled at the thought.

The professor removed two small picture from the wall of his bedroom to reveal two strong metal rings hanging down from the stout fixings that held them securely to the wall. Grasping Paula's arm, he tied a length of cord around her left wrist and then secured it to one of the metal rings. Her arm was stretched out above her shoulder height as he did the same with her right arm, she was left standing with her back pressed against the cool of the wall and her arms spread as though being crucified. Her buttocks pressed against the wall forcing her mons out and forwards.

Paula's feeling of dread increased as he removed a length of skirting board from behind her feet and tied each of her ankles to similarly placed hooks that were sunk back into the plaster where the board had been. She was spread-eagled, standing up, helpless and worried. He couldn't possibly cane her front, she thought—could he?

She whimpered softly.

The feeling of total vulnerability came to Paula. Her legs spread wide, she had no protection whatsoever. Her pussy pushed forwards and so open, no defence against whatever it was he intended to do to her. Her concern increased as the professor began to undress. Nude and with his cock semi-rigid again he gripped Louise under the arms, lifted and carried her over to kneel in front of Paula's pussy.

"Lick her,” he said flatly.

Louise looked at him with distaste. She hesitated for a moment and then began moving her head inwards. The bonds holding her made it difficult, but she could just reach. The smell of Paula's pussy was evident as soon as she approached, her wetness had left that familiar odour of musky sex. She shuddered visibly as she parted her soft lips and moved her tongue towards the open pussy before her. Revulsion filled her as she edged ever closer, she had never even considered doing this to a woman. She didn't want to now.

Slightly bitter and a thick type of sweetness were her first thoughts as the tip of her tongue tasted the juice of her friend. Paula gasped, she had expected a beating, but it was to be pleasure of a different type. The first female tongue to ever touch her! She throbbed with the heady excitement and was grateful that it was the lovely Louise's tongue that was to delight her.

In further the soft tongue went, probing, curling up and around as Louise began to relax into the heady atmosphere of sexuality that charged the room, adapting quickly to what she had thought might make her throw up.

Lapping and licking, Louise grew steadily bolder, covering the outside of Paula's lips and then her hardened clitoris. She took it in her mouth and chewed it gently between her teeth, using her tongue to flick and excite it further still.

Paula moaned loudly as her pleasure continued. Louise was eating her pussy hungrily, greedy for the new fruit that she had discovered. The professor was fully hard again—he stood watching as the two girls enjoyed the new experience.

Paula began to build. Bound as she was, there was little room for movement, this just added to the pleasure that she felt. The soft tongue played on her clitoris, exciting it, bringing her to new heights. She closed her eyes and visualised the lovely Louise licking her, thrilling those soft inviting lips of her friend were now gripping her hard bud.

Paula shuddered several times. She gasped at the powerful surge that shot through her. It brought her over the peak and her orgasm jerked her slim body violently. Her head slumped forwards as she relaxed into the blissful state of her subsiding orgasm.

Louise moved back to look up at Paula's wet pussy. A broad smile covered her face, content and thrilled at the way she had brought her friend off. Her own pussy was wet and her own aching now needed to be satisfied. She felt disgust at having done such a thing, but she also felt proud and so very horny.

The professor lifted Louise back away from Paula and released her feet, allowing her to stand but leaving her hands tied firmly behind her.

"Your education continues,” he said simply. Moving close to Paula he began fondling her right breast, pulling at the nipple and making it fully erect. He held a clothes-peg up for her to see and for a moment its intended use didn't register with Paula.

"Christ almighty!” she swore aloud as the realisation of what he was about to do struck home. The professor forced a pair of rolled-up panties into her mouth as a gag. He smiled as he pressed the peg open and held it hovering over her erect nipple.

"I have said before, Paula, that pain is all part of the learning of psychology. The unexpected and the unknown are all powerful experiences in the quest for knowledge. The delight of experiencing new pain is a constant wonder, one that you will now find for yourself."

"Oh my God,” Paula muttered fearfully through the gag. The peg slowly closed, gripping the hardened nipple, pressing hard on the tender bud.

Paula screwed-up her face in agony as the pain began to bite into her. She gasped, unsure at first what to do, but she could do nothing. She bore it for as long as she could and then she screamed. Loud and long, a pitiful wailing scream that turned to a heavy muted sobbing.

A second peg was clamped onto her other nipple and the screams continued. Paula's eyes were wide, she pulled at her bonds in a vain attempt to gain release and put and end to her torment. The screams continued to come from her but came out only as muted sounds of agony.

Louise watched, pity for her friend welling up in her, relieved that she had not today received the punishment. Gradually the screams and sobs subsided as Paula came to accept the pain that she was experiencing. As time passed the acute searing pain turned to a numbed tingling of irritation and reminder, a warm feeling that she couldn't quite define.

The professor lay back across the bed so that Paula could see the whole of his body.

"Straddle me bitch,” he said to Louise.

Delight showed on her face as she approached the bed, her long legs and height making the manoeuvre easy. She put one leg over his body as a cyclist would mount a bicycle, and knelt astride, hovering over him.

He looked up at the large firm breasts above him, his hands stroking the long slim thighs either side of his body. His thumbs traced and kneaded the taught muscles that ran from her crotch to her knees.

Louise began lowering herself onto him. She was ecstatic. The power over him that she felt gave her a tremendous thrill. Bound as she was, she couldn't use her hands, but she could certainly use the rest of her body.

"Oh so tight! So wonderfully tight!” the professor enthused as his cock began to press into her soft pussy. Louise lowered herself more, accepting his cock readily and hungrily.

"So good, so very good,” he moaned as she lowered herself to the hilt of his cock. He tried to press upwards and begin a thrusting motion, but she came down on him with her full weight, pinning him immovably to the bed. She sat on him, savouring the delight and power that she felt as his hands moved to her breasts and began fondling the ample orbs.

"Use your muscles,” he urged her. “Your internal muscles, grip with those nearest the entrance, then the next set, contract them around my cock."

Louise tried to comply, she wasn't sure if she could do this strange act. she thought she knew her own pussy but this was totally new to her.

"That's it! Then the next set and then the next, milk me, draw it from me,” he panted. Louise tried to do as he had said, she felt a rippling sensation as her muscles gripped him inside her.

"Practice, put something in you and practice,” he murmured, enjoying the feel of her warm pussy around him.

Louise still wasn't sure that she understood properly. Her own need was nagging. She crushed her clitoris onto his pubic arch, grinding down hard and drinking in the wonderful feelings that it produced. She began a slight jarring movement of her hips, such as a horse produces for its rider as it walks.

The professor groaned loudly. “Faster,” he urged her, in a voice thick with arousal.

Louise ignored him and maintained the slow, steady pace that thrilled her so. She looked down again at the aging man beneath her, the kick that the situation gave her was the best she had ever experienced.

His cock felt good inside her, but being in command was something else. At last, she felt, she had found her true passion.

"Speed it up,” he moaned. Again Louise ignored him and continued the slow thrust forwards at the pace that suited her and made him want more. Louise delighted in the fact that Paula's eyes were roaming her body, watching as she gave and received her pleasure.

Paula watched as the hypnotic motion of Louise's body on the professor aroused her again. Gone was the pain in her nipples, only pleasurable sensations filled her. The slim body and thighs, the way her tight rounded buttocks jerked forwards and back. The long hair over her shoulders and those wonderful breasts bouncing slightly as her body moved. Paula wanted her friend more that the professor's cock at that moment. She groaned and flutters passed through her as Louise looked across at her and sexily blew her a kiss.

"Speed up please!” the professor pleaded. Louise maintained the same pace, resisting the urge to go faster, her orgasm approaching fast. With her bound hands behind her, she moved her index finger into the crease of her buttocks and began stroking the puckered entrance to her sweet, tight arse, casting glances at Paula as she did so.

Louise was in heaven. The thrill of being watched by her friend and fucking a man on her terms made her throb with sexuality. Close now, she needed to finish, she had waited and now it was time. She sighed loudly for the professor's benefit, watching his face as he moved towards his own orgasm.

"So big in my tight little pussy,” she moaned softly.

He came instantly, groaning and opening his mouth in his pleasure. Louise joined him, sighing aloud, tensing and then her slim body locking rigid on him before beginning to relax again. She cried out several times. Her head dropped forwards and she slumped down on the heaving professor.

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Kensington Gardens was crowded with lunchtime workers taking advantage of the sun. With loaded carrier bags from some of the top stores the two girls arrived at a vacant bench and sat down.

Paula unwrapped the sandwiches whilst Louise opened the two cans of coke, still coated in condensation from the fridge at the little delicatessen shop in Kensington Church Street.

"Paula, do you think what we are doing with the professor is perverted?” Louise asked hesitantly.

"Who cares if it is.” Paula casually bit into her prawn and mayonnaise sandwich. “As long as we are happy and enjoy it what's the problem?"

Louise took a long drink from her can of coke.

"I wouldn't want to be labelled a pervert,” she said in distaste.

"Well that's a good example of double standards, isn't it! Happy to get your lights bonked out but not happy to be labelled."

"You know what I mean, last night for example, the pegs and the pain he gave you, that can't be normal can it. Caning and all that we do, is that really sex?"

"Didn't hear you complaining last night, Louise, when you were riding him,” Paula said, delving into her bag for another of the delicious sandwiches.

"But that was more normal, wasn't it? Bloody good it was too, I might add."

"And do you think it would have been as good without all the lead-up to it?"

"Probably not, quite the same, but he couldn't resist me, could he? He'd have fucked me regardless. He likes me, I can tell, it would have happened anyway."

"Think so?” Paula offered knowingly.

"Sure, why not?"

"Don't you think he was guiding you, teaching you the way to do it properly."

"So you're saying that I don't know how to fuck are you? You certainly took plenty of interest in what I was doing and liked it!"

"No I'm not saying that. He was teaching you."

"Me teaching him more like! Did you see the way he came off when I refused to speed up for him?"

"Louise, if you are having any doubts about what we do, then stop. It's as simple as that."

"What and lose my room and allowance!"

"You can't have it all your own way you know!” Paula screwed up her sandwich bag and tossed it into the waste bin next to her.

"You actually like it don't you! All that pegs and caning shit,” Louise said forcefully.

"And you don't orgasm when he does it to you I suppose!"

Louise sat silently for a moment, letting her friend's words register.

"Yeah you're right, I do. In a strange way I do like it. Really horny, it gives me feelings that I didn't even know existed."

"So what's the problem?"

"Just still a bit unsure I suppose. All this is new to me."