by A. M. Hess
“You just answered your own question.” She stared back blankly
“What are you talking about? I have to pass this class and I have to be on the field every Saturday. Why you being so hard?” He was obviously angry and his attempts at acting like a thug were comical.
“I’m not being hard, Mr. Carlson. It’s just that you have no idea of what you’re talking about.” It was her turn to be smug.
“If that’s true then what are all the coaches talking about? Why’s everybody saying you can help me with my grade?” He was confused and upset.
“What they are telling you is correct. I have assisted all of those young men with theory studies and hopefully their careers. And not just them, many others as well. I believe the question you’re looking for is about you rather than them.” She sat quite waiting for something to sink into his thick skull.
“So if you helped all them other dudes, why you gotta give me issues, yo?” his conversational English turned worse with his growing anger.
She reached her breaking point with him. He was a privileged, upper-middle-class, white kid from Connecticut and she’d had enough with the thug act. “I helped those other young men because I saw something in them worth helping. I saw promise in them and I’d like to think they were rewarded in working with me. Make no mistake, Mr. Carlson, they did the work even though I was somewhat lenient with regard to their attendance during normal school hours.”
Something seemed to set in and he straightened slightly in the chair. “It’s like this, I need to pass your class to keep my scholarship. I know you helped those other guys out and I’m asking you to help me out. I can’t lose my ride, you feel me? Why won’t you help me like you did those other guys?”
Looking straight into his eyes she said, “Because I find you to be a worthless waste of my time. If you want honesty, there you go. You come in here demanding that I give you a grade you didn’t earn and I see that as repugnant. I’ve read your admissions file, you’re from a good family from Connecticut not the inner city of some broken down area of Detroit. You appear to me as if this university owes you something because you can catch a football, in stride. Because you can run a forty in 4.30 seconds. Because you set the state record for receptions in high school. Because you had only two turn-over’s your entire high school career.” She stopped watching his face.
He was surprised by her knowledge of him and the game. She went on, “Surprised? Yes, I know the game very well. You’re the second quickest receiver in the history of this institution, you’re yards after contact are below average because you need some more upper body strength. You have everything needed to go pro with the exception of the proper attitude and some humility. If the team doesn’t like you they won’t throw you the ball no matter how good you think you are. The only talent you have right now is speed enough to get benched because you’re an ignorant piece of crap that won’t attend class, nothing more.”
She paused a moment for affect, “You bore me, Mr. Carlson and I hate to be bored. It’s only because I hold the coaching staff in such high regard that I will try another time. Now with all that said, let’s try this again and don’t bore me. What can I do for you Mr. Carlson?”
She could see the effect she was having on him. He was visibly shaken and the act began to wash away. He sat straighter in the chair and started over again. “I’m sorry Professor Shaw. I get caught up in the hype sometimes, I meant no disrespect. I need your help and I am hoping that there is some sort of extra tutoring that will get me through this. I’ll do anything you ask if I can get through your class with a passing grade.”
Kelly sat behind the desk impassively. She made no attempt to engage him. The silence made him more nervous than he was. Tears began to well up in his eyes he said in a quiet voice, “Please Professor Shaw, I need this. If I lose my ride, my dad will kill me. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it, no questions.” He wiped away a single tear.
“Who told you about my private lessons?” She demanded.
“Coach Norris. He gets reports on everybody’s grades. He called me into the office yesterday and told me I better get my ass in gear or he’d be forced to bench me. He was the one who said you really helped those other guys. He said everybody thought they were going to lose Eddie James but then you stepped in and turned him around. Coach says if it wasn’t for you they would have lost him and the Rose Bowl that year. He says you saved them both.” He was on the edge of breaking down. “Can you help me too? I promise I’ll do anything.”
She had him almost the point she needed him to be. There was something worth taking a look into and she wanted to break this smart assed punk. “The lessons are called ‘Private’ because that’s just what they are. No one ever discusses what goes on during them because every student is different and needs to be developed individually. That’s rule number one, if I take you on there will be nothing revealed about your sessions. Breaking this rule is an automatic failure. You will be on time for every appointment and you will do everything that is asked of you. Can you accept these terms, Mr. Carlson?”
“Yes, ma’am, I will I promise”, he said cheering a bit.
“These private lessons are not going to be easy but I think you will find them valuable.” She quickly penned some things on a note pad and ripped the sheet free. Handing it to Adam Carlson she said, “Here is my home address. Do not share it with anyone else. We can continue this conversation Friday morning at 10:00.”
He jumped up and took the note. “Thank you Professor Shaw. You won’t be sorry, I promise.”
Chapter Four
Opening the door she welcomed Adam into her home. He had returned to the cocky little bastard, the new stud receiver on the football team. The coaches raved about his speed and quickness. She would see about that and give him an opportunity to become a bit more humble at the same time.
“Come in and have a seat. First, let me make sure that we understand each other. You stated in my office that you would be willing to do anything to get a passing grade in my class. Is that correct?” She waited.
“Yes ma’am, anything.” He pleaded, “If I don’t pass your class I’ll lose my scholarship. If that happens my dad will kill me. Just tell me what I need to do and I’ll do it, that’s why I’m here.”
She smiled as she studied him. He had lost some of his cockiness. There may be hope for this one yet, she thought. “Fine, just do as I say and we’ll get that grade to a passing standard. I see you’ve brought your books, set them on the table and strip down to your underwear.”
Stunned, Adam’s mouth fell open, “Excuse me?” he stammered.
“You heard me you arrogant little shit, put the books on the table and strip down to your shorts”, she demanded. Her face remained placid; there was no hint of humor.
Still in shock he began to protest, “But I thought we were going to study. I’m not sure…”
The professor interrupted, “You have an easy choice to make here, Mr. Carlson, do as I say and possibly get a passing grade or argue with me; in which case I will certainly fail your miserable little ass. The choice is yours, strip or get out. I’m a busy woman and I have no time for your indecision.”
Slowly, as if in a trance, the young man stood and placed his text books on the table. He turned to face his professor and began to undress. It was only when he was standing in his boxer shorts that she moved. He could see a long, thin, black, leather object in her hand. He had no idea where it came from but it made him uneasy. She could sense his nervousness and she liked him being uncomfortable. She circled him appraising his athletic body.
“Well done. As you can see, we will be concentrating on a different type of lesson when you are here. You will not speak to anyone about these ‘sessions’, you will be on time, you will do as you are told, and most importantly, you will be respectful. Do you understand?” she waited behind him for the answer.
“Yeah, sure, okay…”
The sound of the crop rang through the room.
She hit him across both ass cheeks and as he cried out in pain she said, “By being respectful, you will address me only as Ma’am or Mistress. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I do” he yelped and another lash of the crop connected with his ass. “Yes, Mistress!” He practically screamed the response.
She smiled broadly as his training was about to begin. She circled her prey once more and when satisfied that she had his full attention she issued her next command. “Drop the boxers and let me see the damage.” Without a word or hesitation Adam stripped off his underwear and tossed them onto the pile of his other clothing. He stood before her naked and waited. “Oh, that’s not so bad.” she said from behind him. Two bright crimson lash marks shown on his milky ass.
He was tall and muscular just as she suspected. His body was sculpted like a well exercised athlete, the body type she enjoyed most. It would be a pleasure for her to break this young buck. Reaching around from his right side Kelly playfully tapped the riding crop against his exposed balls. He flinched expecting the same pain she had doled out on his back side. She grinned at his reaction.
“So, now we understand each other; you need a passing grade and I have the power to provide such a thing. Is this how you see it Mr. Carlson?” She was again circling his naked body taking in every inch of him.
“Yes, Ma’am.” His response was quick.
The professor went on, “Over the years I have been asked to ‘give’ passing grades to scholarship athletes so that they can go out onto the field or the court and perform heroic acts of sportsmanship. I felt this was an unfair practice to the other students who worked hard for their grades. So now when asked, I feel it is my duty to teach you something even if it’s not English Literature.”
She stopped while facing her new toy and cupped his genitals in her left hand while firmly tapping the crop on the top of his cock with her right. Each tap caused Adam to flinch but he did not attempt to pull away. “Since we understand each other, I will give you what you need as long as you continue to give me what I want.” She brought the crop down harder with the final word and continued. “I have scant time in my schedule for men. Teaching you ignorant ingrates leaves me precious little free time. I see it as a fair trade to get what I want out of the deal. So from this point forward you will be on a twice weekly schedule. You will report to me and beg to earn a passing grade. I will make certain that it does not interfere with your team practices or studies. The better you perform the more likely you will get a higher grade.” She stroked his cock with her left hand and felt him begin to harden. They both knew that he could easily overpower her but she would not allow it to happen. “Are we clear, Mr. Carlson?”
“Yes, Mistress”, was his only response.
“Good”, she smiled and released him. His swelling cock bounced free from her hand. She sensed that he wanted more, and she would give it to him. “Move to the table, bend over and hold on to the edge.” He did as instructed leaving him bent and exposed starring down at his text books. She went on, “You are now my bitch, Mr. Carlson”. She firmly swatted his ass on the word ‘bitch’. “You will hold onto that table until told to do otherwise. Do you understand?” Another swat…
“Yes, Mistress”, he said again.
“You will learn to be obedient and humble, to comply and to serve.” The professor reigned down lash after lash across his bare ass cheeks. “These lessons will be of great value to you as you grow up and work in a civilized society.” She could hear him begin to cry out with each successive slap of the crop. “As you have not learned these lessons up to this point, I will have to give you a crash course in one semester.” His ass was on fire and bright red but he remained bent over and unmoving. With a final crack of the leather crop, she stopped.
Kelly stood back and admired her work. She was excited and wetness was soaking her panties. Approaching him from the rear she patted his reddened ass cheeks. Adam moaned at her touch. Her fingers traced down the crack of his ass, between his legs and cupped his heavy balls. He was fully erect and she took it to be a good sign, he would yield to her every whim.
Leaving him bent over the table she moved to a sofa directly behind her student. She removed her clothes and took a seat on the couch. When she was completely comfortable she instructed Adam. “Stand and turn around.” He complied immediately giving her a full view of his erection. He made no move to conceal his cock; it was hers to do with as she pleased. “Come here and kneel in front of me.” He took his place and his eyes drank her in but he did not touch, he only waited for his next instruction. “Do you know how to please a woman with that smart mouth of yours?”
“I think so”, he said in a trance.
She struck him hard with the crop across his right nipple. He held his breast as he again yelped in both pain and surprise. “Have you forgotten yourself already you little bitch?”
“I’m sorry, Mistress”, his head hung in shame realizing his mistake.
“So, you think you know how to pleasure a woman? The proper way to eat her pussy? We’ll see about that. This will be the start, but I’m certain you have much to learn. Come here and lick me. Don’t use your fingers, only your tongue and lips. Take your time and remember it’s your grade that you’re about to earn”
Adam leaned in and with his hands on the floor in front of him he attempted to earn a passing grade. He was not very experienced and the few girls he’d been with had all been in high school. He didn’t let it stop him. He licked his professor like he’d seen in the porn movies he and his friends watched. He let his tongue drift in between her folds and licked her juices. He continued this way until a sharp smack from the crop interrupted him. He stopped and looked up at his professor. His face was wet from her arousal.
“Slowly, this isn’t a race. Take your time and be gentle.”
“Yes, Mistress”, he said and went back to work on her glistening pussy. He slowed the strokes of his tongue and moved from top to bottom and back again. She moaned and relaxed deeper into the sofa.
“That’s better”, she cooed and wrapped her hand around the back of his head. She guided him to the areas that gave her the most pleasure. “You’re going to make a good little bitch. Keep this up and you might just pass my class.” When she could wait no longer Kelly guided her student’s mouth to her clit. “There is the pleasure spot that will take me over the edge. Keep your tongue there and take your time. Aahhh that’s it.” She held him firmly to her forcing his tongue to lap at her swollen clitoris.
As the feelings built inside her she fought the urge to climax. He was good and she didn’t want to rush the sensation. Her head spun thinking of how she would make this football superstar her pussy licking bitch for the semester. She grabbed his head with both hands as her orgasm crested and flowed through her convulsing body.
When the climax ebbed she let go of his head. Adam gasped and pulled away. He had been deprived of his full air flow while being held in place through her orgasm. With a wet face he sat back onto the floor and panted. His cock was standing straight out in front of him rising and falling with his deep breaths.
Breathlessly she smiled down at him and said, “Get your clothes and get out!” She could see shock in his eyes. “Report for you next lesson at 9:30 on Thursday morning. I’ve already checked your schedule. Now get out!”
Knowing there would be a punishment if he argued; Adam collected his clothes and went out the front door not bothering to get dressed. She was looking forward to the remainder of the semester…
Chapter Five
Monday morning after her first class, Kelly returned to her office to see students and grade papers. It was a normal part of her weekly schedule. Students would drop in and discuss issues they were having with assignments, interpretations of the literature or get caught up with classes they might have missed.
Waiting for her this time was a bouquet of roses with a card. She unlocked her door, collected the flowers and opened the card. It read:
Please accept t
hese as personal thanks for taking an interest in Adam Carlson. My staff and I have seen you work wonders with our student athletes and we sincerely hope for the same improvements with Adam under your tutelage. I look forward to seeing you at the home games.
With thanks,
Coach Norris
Included in the envelope were two tickets to the game. However, they were in the All-Star club, an exclusive climate controlled, catered, social club reserved for the special donors and busters. The coach’s gratitude was obvious. He needed this kid on the field and he knew that she had the ability to turn young, snot-nosed brats into respectful, well mannered football players. The coach had never questioned her teaching methods but was always exceedingly pleased with her results.
She put the vase of flowers on the window sill and went on to grading papers. It would be a pleasure to watch the game from the All-Star club and she would have to thank both the coach and Mr. Carlson for their individual roles. Smiling Kelly returned to her day, but throughout began to consider how she would thank her new student project.
Tuesday mornings were always special to Kelly. She had no classes until the afternoon, her morning was open. Coincidentally, Mr. Carlson was also free and she had a standing appointment with him at her home this semester. He arrived exactly at 9:00 and she answered the door in nothing but a short silk robe. “Come in”, she said holding the door open for him.
Once inside, she closed and locked the door. Turning to walk back into the living room, she issued her next command, “Strip!” Adam was out of his clothed in a flash. He made no move from the door way, just stood and waited to be instructed.
She took a position in an overstuffed chair in the living room before calling him. “Come here and kneel.” He moved with the grace of an athlete, swiftly kneeling before her. “Have you discussed these lessons with anyone?”
“No, you told me that was the first rule.” He was proud having remembered and obeyed. She struck him across his bare chest with the tongue of the ridding crop. He had not seen the device and had no idea where she hid it. The result of the discipline was a bright red lash and instant pain causing him to yell out.
