Rob was nervous. It had been almost a week since his French teacher, Miss Aubert, had given him twelve strokes of the cane on his bare bottom for cheating on a vocabulary exam. He had consented to the punishment rather than failing the class. The pain was gone, and the stripes nearly invisible, but the memory of how much each stroke hurt was still vivid. So was the memory of how she had kissed him, allowed him to fondle her breasts, and jerked him off in what was undoubtedly the best orgasm of his seventeen years. Now he wondered what was in store for him. He’d gotten an eighty percent on yesterday’s quiz. That was pretty good for him in French, but it was still five wrong answers.
At 4:00 PM sharp, he was standing on Miss Aubert’s front porch. She opened to door to let him in. She offered him a glass of water, and he gratefully accepted. His nerves had made him thirsty.
"Let’s go into the study," she suggested.
Her study was a large spare bedroom with a desk, two chairs, and a sofa.
"You did OK on the quiz yesterday, but you could have done better, Rob," she said. "You got five answers wrong. We’ll review those lessons in a minute. First, however, you need to be punished for your wrong answers. You don’t particularly like French, so I think you need some motivation to make sure you work your hardest."
"I’m sorry. I will work harder, Miss Aubert," he replied. "What is my punishment to be? Perhaps we can skip it today since it’s my first lesson with you?"
"Sorry, no," said Miss Aubert. "Maintaining motivation and self-discipline is important. You will receive one cane stroke on your bare bottom for each wrong answer. That’s five strokes for today. Undress, please, completely, and put your hands on the desk."
Miss Aubert was dressed as she had been the last time Rob was there, in tight workout shorts and a tank top with no bra. Rob was already sporting a hard-on by the time he had removed his underwear. Completely naked, he bent over and put his hands on the desk, his feet shoulder-width apart as she had instructed him last time.
She took the cane from the cupboard behind the desk and took her position next to and slightly behind him. She measured the distance with a tap of the cane on Rob’s bottom and said, "Count them."
Rob already knew what that meant. A failure to count meant a repeated stroke.
She drew back the cane and landed the first stroke. Rob gritted his teeth as the pain grew but kept his hands on the desk and remembered to count, "One." He didn’t want her to repeat any strokes as she had last time. Just as he was recovering his wits, the second stroke landed, making a red line parallel to the first. "Two," Rob struggled to say.
If anything, they hurt worse than he remembered from the last time. Stokes three and four came relatively quickly, though Miss Aubert still allowed enough time in between for the pain to hit its maximum. As before, there was a pause before the final stroke, which was low and harder than the others. Rob barely managed to maintain his composure and keep his hands on the desk.
"You can rise and turn around now," Miss Aubert instructed. Rob wiped a tear from his face.
"Come sit beside me on the sofa," she said. "We will review the questions you missed."
Rob started to put on his clothes, but she held up her hand and said, "No. Come sit next to me as you are."
He did as he was told, and they started reviewing the material, sitting side-by-side on the sofa. After a while, Miss Aubert said, "Time to try again."
Rob instinctively rubbed his bottom. "There'll be no cane this time," she assured him.
Miss Aubert started going through the questions again but changed them slightly, so the answers weren’t obvious. Rob got the first one right.
"Very good," she said, leaning over and stroking his cock several times.
He got the next one right as well, which earned him more stroking of his cock. He concentrated on the French to try not to cum. He missed the third question, which earned him a hard slap on the inside of his bare thigh. The fourth was another correct answer and another cock stroking. The fifth was unfortunately wrong and resulted in another sharp slap.
"Not bad, but you still got two wrong," said Miss Aubert. "Lie across my lap for the consequences."
Rob started to do as he was told.
"That will be twenty spanks with my hand for each wrong answer," she added.
He arranged himself across Miss Aubert’s bare and beautiful legs. His hard cock slipped between her thighs, and she closed them to hold it and him in place. The spanking was hard and started to hurt, but it was nothing like the caning.
His position gave him a good view of her shapely calves and bare feet. The smooth outlines of her calf muscles were visible as they strained under his weight. He was overcome with desire. Tentatively, he reached back with one hand and started massaging her calf.
She stopped spanking him, and he froze. He wondered if he had overstepped the boundaries and what the consequences of that might be.
"No need to stop," she said.
As he started massaging her calf again, she gently did the same to his bottom, tracing her fingers over the cane welts and briefly cupping and massaging his testicles. The sensation, together with the stimulation of his cock, still clamped firmly between her thighs, was bringing him to the point of orgasm despite his attempts to control himself. Just in time, she stopped the caresses and resumed spanking him, very firmly this time. The distraction was enough that the moment passed, and he brought himself under control.
After the spanking, Rob resumed his position on the sofa next to Miss Aubert, and they reviewed the material again. After the review, she quizzed him again with another variation of the questions. This time he got them all right.
"Excellent," said Miss Aubert. Now there is just the matter of my fee for the tutoring.
"I didn’t think I would have to pay you," said Rob, "I am saving everything I can for college."
"My time is valuable," she replied, "If you can’t pay me with money, I can take your fee in services. I think we can come up with something mutually agreeable, and you might learn something else in the process. I notice that you don’t seem to have a girlfriend, Rob. Is that right?"
"Yes," admitted Rob. "I’m a bit shy around girls. I’m not as experienced as some of the other guys."
"They probably aren’t as experienced as they say they are," said Miss Aubert, "But in any case, I have a way that you can compensate me for your tutoring and learn something useful. Have you ever pleasured a girl with your mouth, Rob?"
"No," he replied cautiously.
"Then you are about to learn an important skill. When you get a girlfriend, it will serve you and her very well."
Miss Aubert removed her tank top and shorts. She had nothing on underneath. She guided Rob’s mouth to her breast and instructed him how to please her. He sucked on her breasts, making circles around her areolas with his tongue, and took as much as he could into his mouth. He kissed and licked the tender skin under the breast and moved back to the nipple, gently raking his teeth across it. He alternated between breasts. He was a quick learner, and she moaned with pleasure. She then shifted her position on the sofa and directed his head between her legs. Under her instruction, he started kissing and licking the insides of her thighs, working his way up to her pussy. Once there, he took his time, again in her direction, running his tongue up and down the lips of her labia, probing her vagina, and licking her clit. Periodically, he would take her whole mound into his mouth and suck it, and then return to her clit. She came repeatedly.
After the third orgasm, she deftly spun around on the couch so that her mouth was near his cock. She took him into her mouth and started a slow and deliberate blowjob, deep-throating his shaft, circling his glans with her tongue, and gently raking the head of his cock with her teeth. Whenever he was near coming, she would stop, grab the base of his cock with her fingers, and sternly say, "Don’t you dare! We're not done yet."
After the third time, she relented and let him cum, which he did explosively. She sucked him dry, swallowing every drop as his body spasmed with each of those final moments of stimulation.
They lay together on the couch for a while, each enjoying the feel of the other's body. Then she got up suddenly, dressed, and asked him if he would be willing to provide this type of service in the future as compensation for his tutoring. All he could manage to do was nod and whisper, "Yes."
He dressed, and she escorted him to the door. He turned to look at her, thinking he should say something about what they had just done together, but she cut him off and said, "See you tomorrow in class, Rob," as if they had merely been studying vocabulary.
He only nodded but thought French lessons were getting much more enjoyable.
Subsequent tutoring sessions took much the same form. They started with Rob receiving a cane stroke for each answer he had missed on the previous day’s quiz or exam. Then he sat naked on the couch next to Miss Aubert while they reviewed the material, and she quizzed him on the questions. One week after a particularly long and challenging test, he discovered what would happen if he didn’t get all the questions right after the review. He missed four in the first round, which earned him eighty hard-hand spanks. This time he also missed two questions in the second round.