"You can't do that, can you?"
"This is a totally voluntarily arrangement. Take it or leave it. There are other tutors, if you like."
Louisa eyed her landlord with a new degree of respect. It was not so much the words he spoke as the compelling pull she had toward him as he laid out his requirements clearly, and the consequences so bluntly. But stunned by the amazing proposal, she simply stared, too nervous to speak.
"I like you very much, Louisa," the professor felt compelled to add, seeing Louisa's blank expression. "But you've already proven yourself irresponsible and flighty. In order to correct that situation, you're going to need to take drastic measures. And remember, there will be no need to punish you at all if you do the work."
Her brain was working a mile a minute. He could see that, the way her face scrunched up thoughtfully before it broke out into a easy smile. "Well, let's see, you tutor me, I do as you instruct, and as long as I do, I pull my grade up and pass my class. Is that right?"
"That's it."
"I think I can do that," she said, looking pretty confident about the matter.
"And you do understand the consequences completely."
"Yes," she said. "You'll spank me if I screw up. That can't be so bad. When do we begin?"
Hans hadn't really expected that his student would agree to this, so it took a moment to make his decision.
"How about the first session tomorrow afternoon. After classes. About four-thirty, my office? We'll do it Monday, Wednesday and Friday."
"I'll be there," Louisa said smiling, as she popped up from her chair, and went for the door.
"And Louisa," Hans called to her. "Any necessary spankings will be administered here, with Mrs. Greg looking on. I don't want you to think there's any impropriety going on."
"I understand," she replied. "But I'm sure it won't be necessary." With that, the saucy young woman disappeared out the door.
***
Without the slightest clue why she'd do such an odd thing, signing up for this curious plan, Louisa found herself agreeing to the professor's arrangement with hardly a thought. By some power that he seemed to have over her, her landlord/professor had stopped her short in the midst of her whirlwind life, and made her agree to something that seemed bizarre. And still, she felt almost driven to it.
Strange, how the Professor Gustafson had hit on a plan that drew from her a long held, but vigorously squelched desire. Taking the desire out of mothballs now, she remembered that there'd been times a few years back when she'd thought that just such a commanding kind of action like getting a spanking from a commanding sort of man, was exactly what she needed to tame the wildness that ran rampant in her and often sabotaged her best laid plans.
What was stranger still however, she never expected such a proposal would come from the not "not-so-mild-mannered" professor.
***
Louisa was absolutely flawless with her mathematics for two weeks. Arriving on time for her tutoring sessions, getting all her assignments in promptly, and even spending two hours the day before her next exam studying—of course at the recommendation of Professor Gustafson. There was even some small consolation maintaining such an arduous schedule. She found herself almost looking forward to her sessions with the Professor, not for the subject of course, but because of the way he stood behind her when she worked a problem, leaned over her shoulder as he showed her how to produce the numbers that he wanted. A prickly excitement lit her body's fire, though only in a subdued sort of way.
After the first two weeks of the arrangement, when the exam results were posted the day after the test, Louisa couldn't be more delighted to see that she had a beautiful B+ next to her name. Bolting into the Professor's office she wanted to fling her arms around him for a big hug, but she held back. Instead, she beamed at him with pride, all giddy with excitement. The equally happy Hans Gustafson let her have that Wednesday afternoon off to celebrate.
"Remember, Friday afternoon, same time," he reminded her as she left his office.
"Friday, yes," she exclaimed happily, as she flitted out the door. For the moment she was free of that horrible subject, free like a bird to do whatever she liked. Taking off for a theatre rehearsal, she put math and all the ridiculous assignments aside to enjoy her favorite passion.
***
It was a cold miserable Saturday morning just days later when Louisa heard the sharp knock on her door. Pulling herself from bed and wrapping a warm afghan around her shivering shoulders, she opened the door to see Hans Gustafson standing before her, as calm as ever, but with the most awesomely stern expression on his face.
"Professor!"
"Good morning, Louisa."
"Is something wrong?"
"I'd like to see you in my apartment in an hour. Mrs. Greg will be there." The professor started to walk away.
It took some seconds for it to dawn on Louisa what he was talking about. "Oh, my god, I forgot yesterday," she said aloud, when he was almost to the stairs.
"Yes, you did."
"But?"
"No buts, Miss French, we have an agreement."
"But I was in the middle of rehearsals, it slipped my mind. I was going to tell you about changing the time . . ."
"But you didn't," he said sternly. "I'll see you downstairs."
It took more courage than Louisa thought that she had to walk down the stairs and knock on the Professor's door. She was shaking like a leaf, realizing that she was going to get the spanking that the man had promised her. In a bit of a dream state, she couldn't really fathom that this was happening to her, but the oddest sensation of arousal was accompanying her short trek. It only got worse when the professor answered the knock and motioned her inside.
Mrs. Greg was already there. The handsome older woman was the epitome of stern mothering, the perfect kind to witness such a punishment given her old-fashioned straight-laced ideas on everything. She'd already made it known to Louisa that she didn't approve of her choice of lifestyle. "Stage people" as she called them were up to no good.
At the moment, she sat on the Professor's settee looking painfully grim.
After leading her into his living room, Hans sat too, in his high backed leather reading chair, which at the moment made the mild looking man look very imposing. Purposefully, he sat on the edge of his seat as if he was already preparing himself for what was to follow. Louisa stopped in front of him, and looked down, her legs quivering quite noticeable.
"Do I have to explain what's happening here?" he asked her.
"You're going to spank me, aren't you?" she said. Strange how she felt so cold on one side, and hot on the other, thinking her bottom was already burning and he hadn't even laid a hand on her. Then again, it might just be the wood stove behind her, which was flaming brightly to take away the chill in the room.
"It's our agreement, is it not? You not only missed yesterday's tutoring session, you didn't turn in your last assignment."
"I guess in all my excitement, it just slipped my mind."
"Easily, I see. Too easily. This is just the kind of thing I was afraid of."
"I'm sorry, Professor. But is this really necessary?"
"Yes," he answered sternly. "Now, if you'll take down your jeans, we can start."
"My jeans?"
"The only punishment worth your time is a bare-bottomed one," Mrs. Greg chimed in.
Having forgotten the woman altogether, Louisa jerked about and flashed the woman a scowl.
"Off with the jeans," the professor repeated, his voice rising just slightly.
Such a blush rose on Louisa's cheeks, she thought she was going to burn up. But seeing no way out of this horrible mess, she began to undo the button and zipper on her pants. She couldn't help but feel that funny feeling again, that arousing pleasant sort of sensation that the idea of spanking had brought in the past. But then, this was the real thing, not some silly fantasy.
Pushing her jeans over her hips, she took them off, one leg, then the next, till she was
standing in front of the professor shivering even more than she had before. She had no idea whether she was hot or cold, or just plain scared.
Reaching out for her hand, Hans pulled her down over his lap, the young woman surprisingly compliant for a first time.
"Have you been spanked before?" he asked her.
"Just when I was very little," she replied.
"I imagine you'll find this a very different experience than a child's correction," he said. "I'll begin with my hand."
"Aren't you going to take down her underwear?" Mrs. Greg asked.
"Not yet," Hans replied. And so he commenced.
Drawing his hand back so he could put some power behind his stroke, he brought it down hard on Louisa's quivering behind.
"Ouch!"
Another smack quickly followed, and then several more, slowly, methodically, with the obvious precision of a mathematician.
"Ouch! Ow! Oh my god!" Louisa cried, as her bottom wiggled against the professor's lap.
Another and another, each smack seemed to add a jolt so it was impossible for her to recoup from one before the next was laid on. The stinging burn was turning into something very difficult to handle.
"Ouch! Please stop!" she wailed at one point, and to her relief the professor did stop. But just as she was about to rise, he pulled her back, holding her tightly with this left arm.
"You're going anywhere, not yet," he said. "Mrs. Greg, bring me my paddle. There. Hanging on the wall."
He pointed to a wooden implement hanging from its nail. And while he waited for the woman to retrieve it for him, he lifted the waistband of Lousia's panties.
"Oh, no! Not that!"
"I'm just getting warmed up, so to speak. You have a long way to go before this is over."
"But . . . "
"Hush!"
With the paddle in the Professor's hand, he wasted no time starting in again, the implement coming down on her slightly pink bottom with a flurry of sharp smacks.
"Yeeeeeoooooowwwww!" she wailed. She wiggled and squirmed, and the thing just kept coming down. Smack after smack of the unyielding wood made her skin blazing hot in seconds. With no relief from the incessant strikes, the pain was unbearable in just a minute's time.
"No, no, please, no more!" she wailed.
But the determined professor prevailed.
Pausing only seconds to let her catch her breath, he began in again, and again, and again, until he was exhausted as she was. A final rain of especially sharp slaps of the wood, he ended the spanking with Louisa balling loudly. Likely the whole building heard her woe.
"There, Miss French, you can get up," he announced, when she'd quieted enough for her to hear him speak.
The girl shot up quickly; and turning so he couldn't see her privates, she tugged at her panties and jeans until she was decent again. Too bad her tight pants made her sore bottom feel worse yet.
She was snuffing, wiping her tears with the back of her hand until he offered her a handkerchief.
"Can I go now?" she asked.
"No, we have the matter of our agreement to discuss. But Mrs. Greg, I think you can leave, since the punishment is over for the day." He turned to the woman and smiled.
She nodded at the professor, cast a nasty proud look at the chastised young women, then made her brusque exit.
"I suppose you didn't really believe me," the professor suggested as he looked up at Louisa.
"I suppose not," she said, and she blew her nose.
"Well then, we can get on with your education, and put this behind us."
"I guess."
Louisa looked downcast—something to expect Hans thought, though this seemed a particularly distraught moment.
"Then I have your word, Louisa, about our agreement?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll be at my session on Monday."
The Professor nodded, and the girl was off. He had no idea what she was thinking, and at that moment would have given anything to have seen inside her soul.
The spanking electrified Louisa and confused her. On the one hand, it was the most horrible thing that had ever happened to her, undoubtedly the most embarrassing. She didn't know how she could look the Professor in the eye again, let alone be tutored by him. But the worst part, far worse than the embarrassment, was the raging feeling that thrilled her when he spanked her, even as it was happening, and especially when it was over. She had to escape his apartment quickly, for fear that he would read her thoughts, and know that she was suddenly, without explanation, totally and completely attracted to the remarkable man.
Oh, yes! She'd be at the next tutoring session and the next and the next. She wouldn't miss a one, embarrassment and all. She'd be his star pupil, she was that determined—even if she'd have to get over her initial chagrin the next time their eyes met.
***
The next several weeks went well with Louisa and mathematics. The Professor's treatment had certainly worked, since she was taking her subject seriously. She did all her assignments, not missing a single class or a tutoring session. Even though she was still struggling with the work, she was pulling a B, and that was the best grade she'd had in math, ever.
When Louisa passed her class with flying colors, she couldn't be more elated, even though it was only a temporary exuberance when she saw the grades on the rest of her report card.
***
As Louisa passed Hans Gustafson in the hallway of the apartment building on the last day of the semester, he had a pleasant smile to greet her.
"So. Will I be seeing you next term in class, or have you had your fill of math?"
"I'm afraid I've had my fill of math," she admitted. "But thank you for helping me through it." Her heart was leaping to her throat as she spoke. It had been several days since she'd seen him. She remembered quickly how much the man continued to fascinate her, even though it was an infatuation that she had to keep to herself.
"Then I'll see you here and around campus," he said.
She gulped, then bit her lip. "How to say it," she thought to herself. She dreaded the next minute. "I'm afraid not," she told him. "I mean see me on campus."
"Oh?"
"I, uh."
"Yes?" he wondered. He looked quite concerned and that made it even worse.
"I, uh, flunked out. I failed History and English."
"You what!" Hans was instantly roused.
Louisa shrugged, looking sheepishly at him, her pixie eyes trying to illicit some compassion.
"I can't believe this. You put us both through all this trouble. You had no idea this was going to happen?"
"I suppose. I just lost track of things."
"You lost track! I don't believe it!" She'd never seen the Professor angry, and it was quite a sight, especially the way his eyes flashed so darkly. "So what are you going to do now?"
"I don't really know. I don't even know if I can stay here."
Hans shook his head in exasperation.
"I'm afraid I'm going to be late with my rent because I lost my study grant. Do you suppose I can still stay here? I really have no place else to go. But I do have a new theatre job, and in a week or two I'll have the money."
"We'll see. We'll see about that." The man looked very dour. "Seems to me we're going to have to carve out a new agreement."
"What do you mean?"
"We'll talk about it after you do a little necessary penance, Louisa French. In here," the Professor ordered her. He was leading her toward his apartment. "Good thing you have a skirt on, it will be much easier this time."
"You're going to spank me again?"
"Exactly," he informed. "After all you put me through this semester, to flunk out? You deserve it."
This time, there were no preliminaries, no Mrs. Greg, no drawn out unveiling of her bottom. Hans had the paddle from the wall, and his bratty tenant over his knee so swiftly that the girl didn't know what was happening.
With her skirt up and her panties down a second later, she was getting spanked again; though f
or this one, the Professor was delivering the smacks, hard, fast and nasty from the very beginning. Where the last spanking had been instigated by her negligence, this began with anger. The great wealth of the Professor's indignation played out on Louisa's fair behind with all due speed and force.
"Oh, pleeeeeeese!" she wailed wildly, when the unending strikes of the paddle burned hot.
"Ouch, oh, my god, nooooooooo!" She was certain she couldn't take another.
But they didn't stop.
"Please noooooooo!"
She wiggled wildly, but the paddle kept coming down.
"You're getting exactly what you deserve," Hans scolded her. Smack! "You're ungrateful, irresponsible, and reckless." Smack! "It's time someone taught you a lesson." Smack!
"I'm sorry, I really am!"
Her plea was to no avail, the smack, smack, smack continued on. The ruthless sting made her hot and livid and sorry and repentant all at the same time.
Smack!
"I have a feeling that this is the only thing that would get you motivated!"
The smacks came roaring on.
"Ouch, on no, no please."
"If you'd only told me, perhaps we could have prevented you from ruining your life."
"Ouch, oh, no, ouch, ow, please."
Such an awful sound rose from the professor's living room. Between the sound of the paddle on Louisa's bottom, and her tearful passionate cries, the spanking was one raucous display. Though it was clearly worth it in the Professor's mind. This turn over his knee reinforced the feeling that he'd been having for some weeks. He cared about Louisa French, he cared a lot. And he certainly didn't want to see her thoughtlessness cost her from doing the very things she loved the most. With those thoughts in his mind, he spanked her harder still, the smooth wood surface of the paddle leaving the young woman's posterior looking red and raw and very sore before he even thought of stopping.
Once her wails had turned into sobs, and he could actually feel the heat emanating from her punished cheeks, he began to let up. A few smacks came at odd intervals for several final seconds, and then he stopped altogether, Louisa breathing a sigh of relief.
"Now, you can get up," he said, pushing her off his lap.
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