5 comments/ 129083 views/ 4 favorites Studying Hard By: SimplyLadyIvy "How did you do on that test?" It was the first thing he asked me when I walked in the door. I knew what my answers would mean. I hung my head down and in a small voice I replied. "D+" *** This man was a friend of my mom's. She wanted him to tutor me through my senior year in high school to insure my grades would be high enough to get me into a competitive college. This was absurd to me. I was just 18 and ready to enjoy my new adulthood, but instead I got a former teacher to help me study. I hated it. I wasn't a bad student; in fact I've always been one of the best. My mother's concerns were a joke to me. I resented her for making me do this and I resented him for doing his job. I ignored everything he said to me and absolutely didn't study. When I came home from the first test I had since he became my tutor, I had to tell him I flat out failed it.He was a little bit angry. He had been working harder in my class than I was. He decided to alter my course of study with a few suggestions. "This is your own fault. There are two major ways to modify behavior. Either people work for a reward or to avoid punishment. Getting an A on this test would have been a reward but obviously that isn't going to work with you. You need encouragement in the form of punishment." He threw me over his lap, pulled my skirt up and dropped my panties down around my ankles. He started smacking my ass with reckless abandon but I wasn't going to let him enjoy my screaming or crying. I maintained indifference as long as I could. Then I heard him reaching around in his bag. "I assumed you were going to fail this test. It seems you've been doing everything you can to be a poor student. I came prepared for this." He pulled a bottle of lube and slammed it onto the table and then held something out right in front of my face. "Do you know what this is? I don't even want you to answer, I'm damn sure you do. This is a medium sized butt plug. It's going to be a new study incentive for you." I was dumb founded and he could see it. He pushed it in my mouth. "Why don't you get a feel for its size for a moment." I couldn't believe he was doing this. This was my mother's friend...did she know about any of this? I had to assume she didn't. She was a bit more passive than that. She barely punished me and was always uncomfortable with the idea of me dating. There was no way this was her idea. I felt the flush of my ass. When he pulled out this piece of plastic I had completely forgotten about the burn he left. In a few minutes I was going to be reminded more physically of that. He had left my panties around my ankles, mimicking the way you might spank a little girl. He really was mad at me for this test. With one hand he spread my cheeks apart and squeezed a drop of lube right onto my asshole. That single drop was shocking enough but then he put a finger inside of me. Nothing like this had ever happened to me. I was the most silent I've ever been in my life. I was afraid to move or make a noise, not that I could have with this plug in my mouth. After rotating his finger around he pulled it out, put more lube on his fingers then returned with two inside of me. His actions had no speed to them but he wasn't obscenely slow either. Then he stopped he took the plug from my mouth. You are pretty tight back there and from what I gather you have no experience with this at all. You're going to keep this in you and study alone for an hour. You are not going to touch it or take it out until I've decided you've had it in you long enough. I want you to study at your desk, sitting on your chair. I want the pain from the spanking and this uncomfortable piece of plastic to be a reminder of what is going to happen if your grades don't pick up." I was finally ready to interject. In my mind, I was going to have a cool response. Instead, I found myself begging. "Please don't....please....the spanking and the fingers were enough. This is the first time; you can't punish me this much for the first time. I'll study harder....please don't put that in me." I envied how calm he was when he spoke again. "Patterns are hard to get out of and I'm not going to let your rude behavior and bad grades become one. The most I can tell you is we won't do this again when you come home with better grades. You reflect my abilities as a teacher and I'm not going to have a failure represent me." With that he pressed the plug at the opening. I clenched my eyes shut as he pushed with one smooth movement. He didn't stop at all but he didn't shove it in either. I started whimpering at its size. Although he had used a couple fingers to open me up, it didn't compare to the taper of the plug. The lube took away all resistance and the plastic forced my body open. Finally I reached the widest point. This time it took more effort to push it in and my ass closed around slender waist holding it in. I expected to jump up to pull my panties on as quickly as possible to start studying, but as I moved he put his hands around my waist to stop me. Then he moved one hand on my back immobilizing me as he started spanking my ass again. Every slap stung and my body was unprepared for it, especially with that toy lodged in my ass. I felt my eyes water up as he finally stopped and pulled my panties off. I leapt up as he laughed. "That's just what I want to see, someone eager to go study." Then he sat down and picked up a book so read as I slowly lowered myself to my seat the desk. Even though I studied more, my tests still retuned low. He always hit me with anger. My spanking for longer and he got gruffer with the way he would insert the plug. He used paddles and eventually my ass didn't just have a warm glow, there were bruises that lasted for days. *** As I answered I lowered my head and prepared myself to be punished again. Instead, he looked at my curiously and started to speak. "You know, that's funny. I called your teacher today. I was getting very concerned about your grades; your mother wouldn't forgive me if you failed after my tutoring. Especially because you have been such a good student. I told him I was your tutor and I wanted to know the material for the next exam. Instead, he complimented me saying you've been receiving the highest grades in the class. Let me see your test" I froze up for a second, and then I dropped my backpack to the ground and pulled out my copy of the test. It was a perfect 100%. He went through my binder, eyeing my record of tests for the quarter. All were high A's except for the very first. He looked up at me. "I would really like an explanation for this. You've had me so angry and worried this entire term. Why have you been lying to me?" I started nervously kicking at the carpet. "At first I was angry at my mother for making me have a tutor. I work with the academic assistance office helping other kids. It was like she thought I was stupid or my straight A's weren't enough for her, so I decided I was going to just fail out. It was a dumb idea, but I was really mad. Then that first day when you were mad, I didn't really study at all as I sat at my desk. I didn't need to; this material is easy to master. I was thinking about everything you had done and how it made me feel. If anything it made me more distracted than what you intended. So I came home with my second test and I wanted to show you that I'm not some stupid kid who doesn't do well in school, that I really am smart...but I wanted you to do all of that again. So I told you I failed." He was kept a poker face the entire time I spoke and I could feel my face start to blush. "So basically, you've been using me and my concern for some sick pleasure you get from all of this." I didn't know how to respond. I dropped my head lower. "Young lady, I don't appreciate being lied to. I was worried you were actually going to fail this class." He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the desk where he bent me over. I heard him unzip his pants and I started to feel myself get wet. This time I wasn't worried about him finding out. I didn't have to run to bathroom after he pulled the plug from my ass and left. "You want to get fucked little girl? I'll fuck you. This time you're going to tell me you want it. You're not going to use me like you did those other times." I rubbed a finger on my clit furiously as he held his dick to my ass. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Tell me what you want." It's hard to say it. I didn't even understand why it was I had been lying and embarrassing myself week after week, but I wanted his cock in me so bad I finally blurted it out. "I want you to fuck my ass!" He didn't need me to say it twice. He didn't fuck me furiously, but with that same pace he used with the butt plug. I wonder if he thought about fucking me all those times when I would lay over his lap wishing he would put fingers in me too. I don't know how I didn't explode every time he would punish me, but there was no need for a charade now. He started thrusting into me harder as I rubbed my cunt into an orgasm I had wanted for so long. He laughed at me and shoved his dick harder. I guess maybe he wanted it too. I felt his cock start to throb and I realized he was cumming. He pulled out with a grunt and quickly shoved the plug in me. "You mother isn't going to murder me over your grade, but imagine if we got cum on the rug." He patted my ass. "I guess you like to work for reward after all." Studying Hard In college back in the 80s before the days of the internet, doing a book report and research meant actually going to the campus library. I was attending a rather large school, so the library was huge- covered a full city block, with multiple wings for various donors and topics. I had just spent a day of complete stimulation, and was feeling the effects. First, I woke to the sight and sound of my roommate and his girlfriend fucking like mad. She rode him, humping up and down, her full breasts bouncing like corks floating on water in rough seas. Her moans with each stroke were getting louder and louder. She looked over and realized I was watching, and smiled devilishly at me. In response, I pulled down the sheet I had over me and showed her my nude erect cock (I sleep in the nude). She smiled more, just as my roommate obviously climaxed, moaning loudly. He then abruptly moved her off him, and went to the bathroom. As soon as she was gone, I asked "did you get to cum?" to which she replied "no, I never do with him....I take care of myself". With that, she began rubbing her soaked pussy. Within a few minutes, she had a quiet but powerful orgasm, squirting her sweet fluids onto his pillow. We both laughed, she got dressed and left, and I went on my day thinking it had started well. Then I spent two hours in a lecture hall watching a Teaching Assistant that I had been fantasizing about all semester. She had me totally worked up by just walking around the lectern talking, and occasionally making eye contact and giving a slight smile. She was just out of school, so around 22, with ash blonde hair that fell in waves to the middle of her back, brown eyes, full lips, small but firm breasts, an amazing backside, and long, sexy legs. She often wore dresses with heels, which just drove me more nuts. And finally, on the way to the library, I saw a girl walking along the sidewalk that I had seen a few times before around campus and thought my heart (or blood flow, at least) had stopped. She was British, and the few times I had heard her talk, I thought that just her voice, with that sexy "naughty" accent, could get me off by itself. She had dark brown hair, almost black, that fell to her ass. She had pale blue eyes that shove from under the mane of dark hair, in a lovely face with that wonderful English fair skin, an amazing smile, and dimples. What really killed me about her was that she had legs to kill for. Long, shapely, perfect, and she knew it. She was wearing a short skirt and four-inch bright yellow fuck-me heels, and she knew how to strut. I wasn't the only guy watching, and more than a few women were as well, either in disgust or desire. As I turned to go into the library, I vowed to myself that the next time I saw her I was going to ask her out (which I did, but that's another story). Once in the library, I spent about five hours researching, making notes, tracking down one text or another, and constantly thinking of how horny I was. As the afternoon turned to evening, the crowd in the library thinned out. By eight o'clock, there were only a few in the wing I was in. Needing a historical reference book, I made my way to the wing that contained that section. This wing was one of the most secluded, as you had to go into one wing, go up a flight of stairs to a hallway, and then back down some stairs, as the wing had been added on but was not connected to the previous wing on all floors. As I wandered around, looking for the book I needed, I noticed a girl sitting in one of the small reading booths with the door open about ten inches. She was one of those girls that had that athletic look that makes you think of running, hiking, and being outdoors as soon as you see her. Tan, curvaceous, with auburn hair, what seemed to be hazel or green eyes, and wearing a coverall-shorts thing and a simple button-down shirt with hiking boots, she seemed vivacious and sexy. I wasn't sure if she noticed me walk by or not. I found the book I needed, and found a reading booth not far from hers, and situated myself so I could sneak furtive peeks into it at her through the small opening the slightly open door left. I read and took notes for a little over an hour, and had gotten totally absorbed in what I was reading. I stretched in my chair and looked around, and suddenly froze. The girl was still in her booth, but she had one leg up on the small desk, and had the coveralls unbuttoned, the shirt open, and was pinching a nipple of a full, luscious tan breast, while the other hand was inside her shorts, moving continuously. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth slightly open in passionate bliss. As she rubbed herself, her legs would sometimes flex, pushing her further back against the wall of the small room, and the muscles in her legs and thighs would ripple. It only took about four seconds of watching this before I was completely hard. I watched as her hand kept rubbing, moving furiously, then slowing, changing from circles to an up-and-down motion, as she cooed and moaned. I leaned further back into my own booth and undid my pants and pulled out my hard cock. The day's events had had the usual effect; the head of my uncut cock was covered in precum. I stroked slowly while I watched her do herself. I saw her pull her hand from her shorts and lick and suck her fingers clean, and thought I was going to explode. She pulled her full breast up and licked and bit her nipple, moaning more, throwing her hair around behind her. Her hand buried itself back in her shorts, and by the angle of her arm and the shapes being formed in the fabric of her shorts, I could tell she had buried her fingers in her pussy. She was rubbing, and moving them in and out frantically, her face in an intense expression of concentration and ecstasy. After a few moments of this, she threw her head back, pushed her legs out as far as she could, and barely stifled a scream and a series of moans as she came, her hand furiously fucking and rubbing her soaked pussy. By the time she recovered, I was stroking madly on my swollen cock. Seeing her do herself, in such a public setting, plus all the stimulation I had had for the day, had me worked up into a sweat. I was stroking so hard that my elbow bumped the book, and it fell to the floor with a loud slam. She looked up suddenly, eyes wide open, directly at me. I stared right back at her intently as I kept stroking. Her eyes fell to my shaft that was fucking my fist, and gave a slight smile and an encouraging look. I kept stroking, looking at her. She took her hand back out of her shorts, and, while giving me alluring looks, licked and sucked her fingers clean, then her palm, and some on her wrist, showing me how she had gushed all over her hand when she had climaxed. I stroked faster and harder, my hand squeezing the shaft so hard it almost hurt, my other hand rubbing and cupping my full balls. I closed my eyes, and my mind filled with images: fucking her hard from behind on a rock on a sunny day; doing the TA on her desk in her office; worshipping the legs and beauty of the Brit as I slammed my cock into her mouth, pussy, and ass, and making the roommate's girlfriend suck me off after one of their sessions. I could feel it when the orgasm built; the shudder that began at the base of my spine, shot up it, back down and into my testicles, giving them the signal to erupt. I held off as long as I could, but then released the tight grip I had on my cock and let a huge stream of cum shoot out the door of the room directly at her. Another huge spurt of semen followed, and another, each surge causing me to moan and spasm uncontrollably. By the time I completed and my cock had begun to turn flaccid, and I opened my eyes, I saw her putting her shorts back on. Apparently she had taken them off at some point while I had had my eyes closed. She got up and gathered her things and left the room. As she walked by, she whispered "thank you. I left you something", and left, smelling of the copper-estrogen smell so many women get when they have cum. I got myself together, put got my books together and left, stepping carefully around the slick of cum I had deposited on the floor. Some janitor was going to have a story to tell. I snuck a quick look into her booth, and found what she had left me. A pair of lacy panties, completely soaked in her juices. I picked them up and smelled them, savoring the aroma of her sex. I left, having enjoyed the best self-sex I could have ever imagined.