1 comments/ 25842 views/ 3 favorites Private Tutor Ch. 02 By: chelsea_way "When you enter my office child, you will pull up your skirt to around your waist, lean over the desk with your hands holding the sides, your legs spread wide and wait for your punishment." I trembled at the words, moving quickly, knowing full well the consequences if I should dawdle. He was sitting at the desk not even looking up from the papers he was grading as I entered. I placed my bag by the door and did as I was told, pulling my skirt high up to my waist and pressing against the wood of the desk to hold it firm. I could feel the chill against my newly naked pussy as I gripped the sides of the desk with my knuckles quickly going white. My feet slid well apart till I was bent over it, waiting. The desk came up to the junction in my thighs and I tried not to wriggle against it. He continued his work as I rested there, exposed and becoming more and more frightened with every slow second ticking off the minutes. My face pressed against the desk in such a way that I could watch his hand writing with a red pen, leaving scars on the papers. Every time he placed a piece of paper on the pile my heart stopped, only beating again as he reached for another. When the last piece had been marked he pushed his chair out and stand. My tummy jumped in fright when I saw him pick up a long ruler, hefting it in his palm as he studied my position. "Legs a little wider, girl." I spread them along the floor till the muscles in my thighs protested. "Yes, good girl." He pressed on my back; pushing me fully into the desk. "You will not rise with the strokes girl but stay pressed to the desk. You will not struggle or protest, do you understand?" "Yes Sir." My voice was shaky with a fright that settled into my belly as he moved behind me. "Very good child, this is your position to take each time you enter my office no matter the reason." "Yes Sir." I sucked in a deep breath and bit my lip to disguise the whimper. At the sound of the ruler sweeping through the air behind me I closed my eyes tightly, the pressure of my teeth forced into my lip was great as the ruler slashed at my naked bottom causing an involuntary squeal. The pain was immense, so much more than his hand. It was sharp and it came again and again. Tears poured from me, I choked on them, heaving and sobbing as the cuts of the ruler bore into my bottom. Still sore from the previous days spanking, I knew this time it would be marked. Through the sobs I begged for it to end. Struggling to remain still as commended "Girl you were told to be quite and still during discipline. We will begin again." No I screamed inside my head, too frightened to voice my distress. The tears still fell as hard as before but I bit my tongue to stop the words coming out. My nails marked the desk to stop myself from struggling as the horrid ruler tore through the air and punished my bottom. Each stroke turned into fire. They were endless. I do not know how long I laid across the desk receiving the strikes but it must have been a good fifty. When finally he placed the ruler on the desk, his hand swept under my belly and pulled me up against him, rubbing it softly as I sobbed. "Punishment is essential girl if you are going to improve. Each night as you do better the discipline will decrease. But if you do not, it will double." His hypnotizing hand rubbed at the tightness of my belly dipping lower along the naked pelvis to abate the pain, turning it into a deep sting as I leaned against him, the tears starting to slow. "Yes Sir," I hiccuped "thank you." I managed to sob as he turned me, replacing the skirt over my thighs. "Good girl, you are learning quickly." he returned to his desk and I was left to wobble alone with my throbbing bottom. "I suggest you go home and study this afternoon girl. You will be tested tonight on what we went over yesterday." I gulped "Yes Sir, may I leave please Sir." He looked at me with a pleased expression on his face. "You may, child." The view in the mirror was shocking. Red welts Crossed my backside likes ugly train tracks. They were thick and red, and so painful to touch. I did not think I would ever be able to sit again. I slipped the skirt around my waist and let it fall, thankful it covered all the marks. The blouse was tight and pulled across my breasts, which were already budding at the thought of where I was going. But I hated it I said to myself. Yes but you love it to. I followed his tall dark frame to the dinning where a piece of paper and pencil was laid out like a place setting in the well lite room. He motioned me to sit and when I had, tentatively on my sore backside, grimacing as I got as comfortable as I could, he leaned over me and spoke. "You are to complete this page within thirty minutes. When you have completed every question place your hands either side of the paper. For every minute you are over you will receive one strike of the cane over your bottom. I will speak of the consequences of wrong answers after you have finished." He moved away and I picked up the pencil too afraid of anything coming near my backside to waste one moment. My stomach was a mess of knots as I moved through the questions, sure of some but not of others. I had no idea of the time so I worked them as quickly as I could. After the last was done he had not returned so I went over them quickly before placing my hands on either side of the paper. His return made me jump and I hoped against all hope that it was under 30 minutes. The throbbing pains in my bottom grow with every second I rested on it. "Good timing girl." I breathed outwards. The room was silent as he went over the paper with his red pen circling too often for my liking. "Follow me child." Rising quickly I walked behind him into the lounge room and stood while he finished the marking, being careful not to fidget and kept my eyes down. "This could be better girl, but not a bad effort." I wanted to whimper but fright had stolen my voice. I was too concerned with the consequences. "Behind the door you will find a riding crop; fetch it for me." I turned to move with my legs wobbling at the idea that my bottom could take any more pain. "No girl, on your hands and knee's; bring the crop back between your teeth." I blushed at the idea of doing such a thing yet there I was crawling to the corner to fetch the instrument of my torture. It was as bad as I imagined. Thin and long with a lot of wobble. I returned quickly knowing this would be far worse should I linger. The stick was awkward in my mouth, flopping from side to side but I managed to bring it to him, offering it up by arching my neck towards him. He took it between his strong fingers indicating for me to rise to my knees. He set it aside and reached forward casually flicking at each button on my blouse until it was open. My bra was just as easily removed, freeing my breasts with a flick of his hand. I swallowed deeply as his hands cupped each breast, running his thumbs over the nipples a few times and smiled as the buds sprang to life. He did not look at me as he spoke, but continued to fondle my breasts softly, watching as he weighted them in his hands with firm fingers glided over each engorged nipple. "Do you think you can remain still while I whip your breasts girl or do I have to restrain you?" I thought I would faint in fright at the idea of having that crop land on my breasts. I wobbled on my knees paling and whimpered a tiny plea to be spared. "Very well girl, you will remain still and silent while I whip your tits, understood?" "Yes Sir." I sobbed as the tears flowed, I closed my eyes against them and the sight of the vicious instrument before me. The first cut of the crop came down over my breasts and atop my nipples and it felt like fire. My eyes flow open in shock, and I panted for breath. There was an ugly welt forming, raising the skin. I did not have time to think again as another came down hard in the same spot, making the mark broader, richer. I had no time to catch my breath as another was forced down, his arm raised high to get a good solid thwack on my breasts, covering both with one stroke. I sobbed until I thought I would be sick. How I managed to stay still I do not know. Finally they ended and I remained where I was, to scared to look at my breasts. He walked back to the corner, replacing the crop and then back to sit looking at me. "Remain where you are child." The pain was so intense that I could only nod. My flesh was on fire yet I could feel the tell tale signs of arousal sliding down my thighs. How could this horror turn me on? When I had calmed a little he pulled the marked paper before him. "You received 7 strokes girl, for 7 wrong answers. We shall go over them again and you will readdress the questions. For every wrong answer you will receive two strokes over your tits. Do you understand?" The crying began again and I could only nod. He ignored the tears as if they were not there and began to explain each question to me again. I was desperate to listen. I knew I could not tolerate any more of the crop. When he had finished he directed me to the dinning room again, and once more I sat, the pain in my bottom hardly noticeable now. I had to keep my arms wide to avoid the pain of brushing my breasts with my arms as I wrote. I finished quickly as he waited, I was dreading the outcome. "Very good girl, only one incorrect." The tears came instantly, as did the begging. "No Please Sir, please, I can't. My breasts are so painful." "And they will be more so my pet, fetch the crop and bring it to the lounge as you were shown." The sobbing was pitiful even to my own ears but it not the slightest effected on Him. I brought the cane with a trembling mouth, wet from my crying. I knelt and some kind of strength enabled me to stay there as he brought the cane down on my abused breasts twice. It felt like a knife. When they were over he caressed my hair so tenderly. "Good child, I know they were unpleasant." I could no longer speak from the shook of the pain and as I was led back to the table to complete the last question again my body began to float. I held my breath, sure I would faint if it was not correct but he smiled and caressed my cheek. "See what a bit of encouragement can do for you? I see this is an effective punishment for you girl. We shall use it often." I shivered at the idea but knew I would submit to it just for that smile. He guided me gently back to the lounge holding a glass for me as I drank deeply. I jumped at the sudden flick of his tongue over a nipple, oddly soothing the pain just a little as I held tight to the glass. "Finish the water, pet" I drank again as he licked lightly, so tender that I began to relax a little. He took the empty glass from my fingers and told me to stand again and raise my skirt. I did so with out question, terrified to disobey but that was not the only reason. I wanted to. The fabric slide up to my waist where I knew he liked it. His hot eyes on my flesh made me squirm in need. "Do you like your cunt shaved my slut." I blushed at the words he used but nodded the truth. "Good, we shall keep it that way." His fingers reached out to linger at my thighs stroking them till I could do nothing else but part them. They stroked until I was standing so widely, panting for more. His fingers moved up to graze over the soft folds and I blushed that he found them soaking wet. "Don't be embarrassed pet, I know you are aroused." His fingers delved deeply and I gasped, they twisted while his other hand held me still around the waist. The sobs came again, quickly as the pleasure turned painful as fingers bit into my dripping pussy, two then three pushed within the tightness. I gritted my teeth as they pushed in and out, forcing me open. He nodded in satisfaction seeming to find what he wanted. Roughly he pulled his fingers from my pussy and held them to my mouth. I looked at them, seeing the thick glistening juice, smelling my own arousal. Instantly my mouth opened and one by one he feed them too me. I lap at each and then the palm, every drop of my juice cleaned before he was satisfied. "I am pleased girl, you are tight and small." I gulp thinking this may not be a good thing for me but secretly I was thrilled at his pleasure in me. "Come," he said and I did falling into his lap to curl like a kitten as gentle hands soothed and healed my battered body. He knew just what to touch and how. A gentle stroke to my bottom, a stronger hand on my thighs and up my belly till the most gentle of all caresses on my breasts, taking the pain away and replacing it with tingling pleasure. Taking his time his hands worked every part of me, through my hair and over my cheek, back to my breasts where he lifted one to his mouth and suckles so gently I could cry again, not from pain but from the beauty of it. A playful nip made me yelp, reminding me how tender they were. He brought my mouth to my own breast, ordering me to suckle, rolling me into a ball to reach it. I flush but my tongue obediently laps at my own flesh, delighting in the tingling it brings to my whole body. Back and forth he offers me each breast again and again, watching as I soothingly lick the nipple, finding the pain fading. Once again I fall asleep in his arms while his fingers play delightful games on my skin. I wake with a fright to feel the terrible pain shooting through me. His fingers pinch at my nipple and he laughs. "Time to go my pet." I dress quickly listening to his instructions for the next day, the things I was to study and do. I nod listening to every word amazed that I can do that now with out going off into a trance. My walk home is short but I float all the way with my marked bottom and terribly painful breasts aching as I moved, dreading and looking forward to tomorrow. Private Tutor Ch. 03 I walked towards his office with heat firing in the pit of my stomach. I had been sent with a message, hours before I was to appear before him for my "discipline". Remembering his orders created a volcano brewing inside me. To anyone looking I must have had a fever. I could feel my skin burning as I knocked and the order to enter sent my stomach to the ground and back. I turned the knob and entered to the soft click of the door behind me. He looked up and went straight back to work; his only indication that he saw me was to point to the desk. I placed the note before me and gathered my skirt in my hands raising it high over my bottom to rest on the desk. My fingers gripped the edges as if preparing for death. I found it easier to close my eyes. After several afternoons of discipline I had found ways of coping with the pain in my backside and closing my eyes to the strikes of the ruler or hand was one. Another was the grip the desk hard enough to break it. He did not rise but I could feel him reach close and then heard the note being opened. A grunt and then he scribbled something on the piece of paper and folded it again. I waited quietly, motionless, all to please him. If I had my way I would be sobbing and squirming but I knew that he liked to see me still and restrained, taking my punishment proudly and I did so try to do it well. The touch of his hand on my flesh made me squirm a little, wriggling into it for a deeper touch. He laughed softly to see me press against him, his finger dipping into the tight little slit to rub only once down the length. I whimpered softly, and then flinched as the full force of his hand slapped my ass. His breath on my cheek so warm, so beautiful. "My sweet wet, child," he cooed in my ear. "Back to class." I went quickly with the knowledge I would be bent over that desk in a few short hours and his hand would not be so tender. *** It seemed the ruler flow with extra velocity striking my permanently welted bottom with a sharp sting. Over the past week I had come promptly to his office after classes and displayed my ass to be punished as hard and long as he wished. Each day the amount lessened by just a little, but the intensity did not. He disciplined as he did everything. With purpose and enthusiasm! Over 30 stokes of the ruler later my tears fell silently on my cheeks. His face was impassive to my plight as it always was. "Girl, you brought this condition upon yourself by not concentrating in my class. Do not expect your tears to help you." He had said it many times and I believed him. I was living the consequences of my actions. But it was so much more than that. He was bringing from deep within me another Chelsea, a deep sensual girl capable of things I only dreamed of. Things that I had only wished for in my diary. I placed a soft kiss to the hand that had dealt out my punishment whispering soft thanks for taking the time to improve me and rose, the skirt skimming back down over my backside. Even that small touch was painful. I know the stinging would subside soon but the dull ache never did. Each day it was refreshed with a ruler or hand. "I shall see you tonight, child. Pack a bag with some toiletries, you shall be staying the weekend." I opened my mouth in surprise but quickly shut it again. "Yes, Sir," I whispered turning to the door he pointed to, dismissing me. "And girl," I turned to look to his handsome face, " you shall need no clothes." I was in turmoil as I rang the bell, the small bag in one hand, the other pressing to my tummy and willing it to stop rolling. He waved me in as always, this time taking the bag from my fingers and placing it on the hall table as I walked into the lounge and took my customary place on the sofa, sitting primly with my knees pressed together , trying not to think about the ache in my backside. The books before me where familiar now, with his writing in the margin, some notes that I was to take particular notice of. I started reading as he moved around the room, pouring himself and drink and looking down on me. I did not look up from my studies; I knew the rules too well now. Over the short week I had been coming for my "lessons" I had be taught just as many rituals as equations. I was to concentrate on what I was reading, letting nothing else disturb me. I was to listen to his words as they were my gospel. I was to obey instinctively and immediately as he had my complete trust. I was to kneel gracefully like a female should, arch my head back and my mouth slightly parted. I was to display myself with out embarrassment, but eagerly, willingly. I was to express my passion and emotions like a slut. I was to take my punishment with dignity. Each of these things I had done, over and over again. I completed the reading and quietly closed the book, looking up to him with a soft smile as he began his questions. I answered them quickly and as completely as I could, knowing from his look if I had done well or not. It was best not to panic if I saw a furrow in his brow, as punishment was inevitable, it was a part of my every day and would happen as regularly as the sun rose. He seemed please with the answers, making two strokes on a pad of paper before moving onto the next lesson, a much more complicated topic and five more strokes were added before I was through. "Crop if you will, child." It was not a request but an order, but such a polite one I could not help but smile as I dropped to my knees and crawled to the corner to fetch the now familiar leather encased rod, wrapping my mouth around it and returning it to him, lifting my chin. My nipples peaked instantly, my body began to quiver and the fear of it pooled into my belly. But along with it came tranquility too. It was the regularity he gave me. He was nothing if not consistent. "Where shall we place the strips of a girl who can not concentrate today?" "Where you wish, Sir." I said with a serenity that shocked me. He smiled and stroked my hair, indicating for me to lie across the sofa. I slide onto it and wrapped my hands above my head, holding onto the arm tight as he parted my thighs wide. "Three strokes for every wrong answer my girl." I blinked at the high number, knowing I would cry and beg, disgracing myself. He saw my distress. "Something to say, girl?" "May I be restrained, Sir?" I begged softly, biting my lip. His soft finger pulled it free and ran lightly over my hot brow. He squatted beside me, holding the crop in his palm. "And why do you need to be retrained today my slut?" "I do not wish to displease you and struggle too much." He nodded and rose. The ropes that bound my hands together were tight. The knot he tied gave me one in my belly to go with it. He secured the rope to the bottom of the sofa and moved to each leg pulling it up a little to open me wider and higher. I began to breathe heavily panting through my nose with nervousness. When he was satisfied there was no play in the rope he spoke. "You will receive fifteen strokes girl. Five on your left thigh," he ran the crop over it and I shivered, "Five on the right," the crop slide over to it and caressed it lightly "and five..." he paused to slide the crop so very slowly up my slit, pressing it in as it came to the throbbing clit, "to your cunt." I gasped, trying in vein to struggle already at the ropes, but they were too tight. "You were wise to ask for them, my lovely." And so it began. He placed the strokes slowly, much slower than ever before, leaving time between each stroke for the sting to sink in and the pain to begin. It turned from a strong bite to a thick throb in seconds. He waited watching the mark form before placing another along side it. One, two, three, four, five, to my left thigh. He waited several minutes for the sobs to die down before be began on the right. I pulled and pulled at the ropes but it was no good, they were holding me open too tightly. I had no where to go. One, two, three, four, five to the right. He reached out and lightly stroked over the welts making them sting all the more. I bit into my lip and softly begged him for no more as he raised the crop. In slow motion I saw its decent onto the most vulnerable target of all. Never had he touch me there with anything but passion, but this time it was for punishment and the sensation could not have been more opposite. If not for the rope I would have shielded myself from the next and the next. Instead I lay there open and exposed to the torment. My clit throbbed and swelled, red and angry from the treatment. I sobbed helplessly, thrashing my head from side to side. Five came down without mercy, and his hand ran over my fevered brow. "Hush love, I know they were unpleasant." Casually he untied the ropes and pulled me sobbing into his lap, crying into his chest as he cradled me. "Do you think you will concentrate more, child?" "Yes," I sobbed, "yes, I will try harder." he laughed rubbing my back softly as I kissed the hand that had welded the crop sobbing out my thanks for him taking the time to improving me. "Good girl, I know that you shall. Next time each wrong answer will receive 10 strokes." I shivered in the pain I knew was to come. I rose with his helping hand and was taken into his arms, his wonderful hands gliding over my back, making the already feverish skin burn. He griped my long hair and pulled it back sharply making my neck arch, my belly heave in desire. He took my mouth; it was no kiss but a take over. His tongue thrusted with force, opening my mouth completely. My already weak legs turned to jelly and I would have fallen if not for his hands. They swept all over me as his mouth kissed me. His tongue pressed into my throat, I could only open it and hold it there for his pleasure. His hands spanned my waist and lifted me, carrying me to the stairs and up them. I had never been to any other part of the house before. It was just as the other rooms were, large and warm, like him. He kicked open a door and walked across the room tossing me on the bed so that I bounced a few times into its softness, squirming against the covers as he undressed. I loved his body, but had seen very little of it. I feasted on him as I laid there waiting, wanting everything he was going to give me. His shoulders were broad, his body fit and strong. And his cock, oh, his cock. It was fully erect, throbbing with blood. I had taken it in my mouth so many times but never anywhere else. I squirmed in anticipation of it. I wanted it so very much, but the ache in my pussy from the crop was strong, stinging constantly. He placed his hands on the bed, either side of my body and spoke bluntly. "I'm going to fuck you my, little slut." One hand pressed into the turmoil of my belly, sliding down over my naked pelvis to dip into the wet slit, sliding easily into the thickening wetness and stroked. "Yes so sore my love, so tender, just the way I want it." I blushed deeply, looking away from his eyes, concentrating on the finger that delved inside and made me warm and squirmy, that made the sore clit ache all the more. I closed my eyes and drew in a breath fighting the hot passion taking over my body, trying to concentrate. I shivered against his finger as he removed it, bringing it to his mouth to suck. "Mm delicious my little whore." Surely my cheeks could not blush anymore. They were a deep hot red. His finger plunged again, gathering up the juice for my mouth this time. I ate from his finger like a bird from its mothers mouth. He took red silk ties from the side table and wrapped them around each wrist, pulling tightly and looping them to hooks at the top of the bed, giving them a pull, leaving no play. I was vulnerable, more so then when I face the punishments for I had no idea what he had planned for me. My ankles where bound in red silk but they had far more give in them, I was able to bend my knees. He tested them by bringing them up to my chest and back again, spreading me so wide. I whimpered softly as he lay between them, his hands keeping him only inches off my body. "So lovely; so captive." His mouth was hot on mine, wet and slippery his tongue plunged in as his hands soothed over my body, rubbing so softly, so beautifully, relaxing me completely, his words soothing me and make me blush at the same time. Every part of my skin was touched, nothing left by his hands, the soles of my feet, under my arms, my backside, all gentled and soothed till I was totally relaxed. The invasion of his hard cock into my soft wet core was a total shock. The scream bounced off the walls as he plunged into me, tearing it open for the very first time. He gathered me into his arms, whispering into my ear. "My lovely virgin, such a good girl". My eyes were wide, my mouth open sucking in air as he began to move, ignoring my pleas. "No, please no, " it was not the invasion as much as the tender whipped clit abrasion against his body. I was wet, I was dripping wet, I could feel it sliding down between my ass checks as he lifted me up to him, moving my body slowly, opening it bit my bit, and always the hard sharp sting of my clit against him., grinding up and down. My belly was on fire, I could feel the heat that I always felt with him but never its end result but now it was building, building, till my thighs quivered and I began to whimper for different reasons. My head tossed from side to side, I pulled at the silk ties. His mouth captured him, holding me still and he breathed into me, while thrusting deeply, harder and harder, his own breath coming hard and short. "Hold it girl, hold it," but holding it was so hard? My body was in frenzy, thrusting against him for more but screaming as the sore clit ached all the more. It was such a combination, the pleasure and pain of it a contradiction that made me scream for mercy. He had none. He pushed all the harder, looking down at me, focusing on me. "Please, please," I begged but I didn't know what I was begging for. I was burning up. His hand slide between our hot sweat soaked bodies and pressed deeply into my belly, "Cum , cum my little slut" and I did. I exploded with force and heat, spewing over his spurting cock that erupted at the same time. Gathering me close, pressed deep with in me, we rocked together, his words soft in my ear, soothing and sweet as I collapsed. "Whore," he grunted. I burned with the knowledge. Private Tutor Ch. 04 "Come here my fucktoy." I blushed deeply at the words that greeted me as I tentatively entered the room of people. My legs buckled in fear and nerves. Naked legs that went up to a naked body. I would cover my nakedness with my hands but it was never allowed. I was to be proud of my body and display it at all times. I was to keep it available to the man that owned every cell of it. My Master sat with a group of two men and two women, three known to me, one not. Some where my very own professors, teaching me all manner of things. I walked to him with my eyes down, my breasts thrust forward and stood in the circle of his arms. His beautiful hands embraced my ass with out shame. Fingers pulled the red cheeks apart and explored both holes with enthusiasm. I moaned, swaying toward him. He found the holes as accessible as always, open from their constant use and slavish to his needs. The low chatter slowly came to an end as I felt every eye upon my body. I felt female eyes sliding up to my small breasts making the nipples hard. I felt male eyes devouring my ass as well as they would with fingers and hands. My small hands rested on his wide shoulders, standing perfectly still. My legs where parted just he way he liked them. Not to whorish, not too timid. Enough for a hand or two to slide between them and feast. "You have prepared yourself as instructed my cumslut." I nodded because my trembling mouth made it impossible to speak. Tears gently pooled in my frightened eyes. I had found the note stuck to the bathroom mirror upon rising from an afternoon nap. These naps where becoming essential since my nights were now filled with pleasure and pain. The note was simple "You will be shared among my guests little whore. Lubricate your cunt and ass and join us." His fingers slide in and out of both well greased holes before turning me slowly, his hands resting on my hips. I kept my eyes lowered, unable to look into the faces of those that would soon know my body as well as my mind. "Our appetizer has arrived." He said in that deep powerful voice. An applause erupted as I was pushed to my knees. Tears fell from my eyes as my thighs were kicked wide open by his legs. His finger tipped my chin up while his tongue licked the trail of tears. "Tonight you are to be tested my dear cunt." I sobbed in distress which always aroused him. He rubbed my face into his crouch. "And if you perform well you will be rewarded." I let out a whimper as a leash was clipped to the collar that encircled my neck and led to the centre of the room facing the faces. They sat with cups of tea and coffee, looking for the entire world like an academic afternoon tea. He stroked down my back, an indication what I was to arch perfectly. My breasts were heaving with fright, my belly rolling in nerves. "These fine learned men and women will ask you questions little cumbucket. You will crawl to them and beg to be tested. Should you do well you will move onto the next. Should you not, your tutor will become your tormentor." I gulped frantically, loosing the ability to breath. They were looking at me with hard eyes that drilled into my body. I could smell the lust on them. I was a trapped beast that was to be fed upon and I knew the caliber of questions would be well out of my league. With a push I crawled to the first professor. My French lit tutor looked down to me, so much more intimidating that in the classroom. He was a small man with delicate features. How could he bring out the pain that my Master did. It did not seem possible so I relaxed a little, rising up to my knees to looking into his small face. "Please Sir, slut begs to be tested." He was silent until my eyes looked down in respect. His familiar voice spoke out quietly. "Emile Zola wrote "Thérèse Raquin". How does her lover kill her first husband?" My throat went dry and a tear pushed the ones waiting to fall down my face. We had not studied that novel as yet. It was on the reading list for next semester. My Master had told me often that I needed to be more prepared. Oh how I wished I were. "Slut begs your pardon professor, she is ignorant of the answer." I knew it would not be the last time I uttered those words. The first question was only an indication of what was to come. "I see." His voice was quiet and assured as he rose and gripped me by the hair, pushing me back onto my shoulders with my knees still tucked under my bottom. I screamed in fright at the surprising strength of him. "A crop if you please." He held out his hand and a nasty long thick crop was placed into it. I screamed before the first blow, trying to curl into a ball. But the blows fell where they could, ignoring my fetal position and instead slapping me over the back and hips. I rolled to try and escape my misery but the blows fell on newly revealed flesh. When they ceased I was panting in pain and covered in red welts. As he slapped it down he masturbated his equally small cock in time to the beating, till the warm cum shot out over my face. I licked at it with my tongue, blinking as it covered my eyes. He handed the crop back as casually as he had asked for it and returned to his seat with out a word. I knew what was expected of me. I slowly rolled to my knees and crawled to the next professor was I wiped over my face with a hand. With a deep sob I begged. "Please Sir, slut begs to be tested." My Latin instructor was a terrifying man. He stood head and shoulders above all and his voice boomed down the halls. "How do I tell which Conjugation a Verb is?" I panicked for a moment in confusion. Why was this question so easy? It was first year work and I had expected something we had not covered. My mind swam around in the work we had covered and finally found the answer. "Look at the first and or second principle parts of the verb" I said tentatively. "First Conjugation?" He persisted. "Have second principle parts that end in -are. "second Conjugation?" I sobbed quietly. "Have first principle parts that end in --eo" And second principle'? My tears fell again. Was I going to have to go through them all? I broke down and shook my head. 'Slut is ignorant Sir." "Yes she is." He stood up to his amazing height and gripped my neck with his massive hand. He tipped me forward and pushed his thumb into my ass using it to lift me high. "A large plug, please." Oh god, I moaned as it began to make its way into my bowels. When I though it could go no further it kept going. I lifted my well welted back and howled, looking behind me to see more than half of it was still in his hand. I screamed "no please, please." I try to crawl away from the implement but it followed me, always sliding further into my body. He was relentless in his torment and did not pause till the hideous thing was deep in my body. I tried to rise when he returned to his seat but slumped to the floor, slithering long it to the feet of the woman next to him with my tummy cramping in agony. "Slut begs to be tested, Ma'am." I looked up to her kindly face. I had never met her before but surly a female would see my distress only after two questions. She reached down to stroke her soft hand over my face and I smiled in gratitude. Slowly she draw me closer with her easy manner till my head is resting on her lap. Pushing the hair behind my hair she bent down to coo lightly in my ear. "Now, now dear whore." She said over and over till I felt my belly tightening. I had never been touch or talked to in such a way by a woman. Her fingers were so much lighter and her breath sweet and silky. I lifted my face to hers and she licked over my face like a cat. I stayed still till every inch of my face was wet with her marking, till I was moaning and purring softly from her lathering. "My question for you is this little whore. You must listen very closely." I was deep in bliss with even the pain in my ass from the plug that invaded it ceasing to matter. " Explain the general theory behind the sound that is produced when water falls on a hot surface?" I looked at her as if she had spoken a different language. The words water and sound stayed with me but I could not put them together. I did not wish to disappoint her beautiful face so I looked down as I whispered, "This slut is ignorant, Ma'am." I burnt into tears before the words were out but she soothed me tenderly once again with her mouth, leaving long wet trails of comfort over my cheeks and nose, her tongue flat as it lapped across me. My cunt was seasoning softly before long, juice leaking down my thighs. She lifted my face to hers and smiles so sweetly that I melted. "You bring such shame to your owner, little whore." But she said the stinging words so sweetly they were like a lullabye. She parted her thighs and my face was pressed gently between them as that shame washed over me. She pulled at the leash until my nose was deep into her wet slippery slit. I had never done such a thing and my first instinct was to pull away. A short whip flew down onto my ass and I screamed my shock. My open mouth was push hard into her cunt. She leaned back, spreading her thighs and whipped my ass continually till I had no choice but to lap at the swollen wet lips. The more I pleased her the less she whipped but as soon as my mouth moved from her slit, she laid the whip onto my ass with out mercy. My tongue tickled against her clit and the whipping slowed to a light tap. I signed in relief and washed my tongue over the nub, pulling it into my mouth and sucking at the strongly odorous flesh. Her juice had a strong taste that pooled into my mouth. I swallowed, shuddering a little as I eased my tongue down and dipped it between the slit to play within the folds. Her moans told me I was doing a good job, the whipping had eased to a soft caress as I reached up to slide one finger into her pussy and swirl. A glob of cum fell onto my tongue and I swallowed it quickly before still more poured into my mouth as she quivered. My soaked face was pulled from hers to be lapped clean. She feasted on her own passion like a women starved, pressing a deep kiss to my mouth before pushing me away. I quivered in desire as I crawled to the last women. "Slut begs to be tested, Ma'am." Her face was harder than the other, with deep chiseled cheeks and a long thin nose. Her voice was heavily accented and she taught me chemistry. I shivered in fear before her. "What is reverse osmosis?" It was an easy question, I knew it well but I was in too much pain and shock to speak. After waiting for my answer she shock her head in disgust and slapped my face so hard it spun my head around. She stood over me as I whimpered in fear barraging me with words. "Useless whore, you should be treated like a dog." I curled up as her words hit me harder than any whip or crop. "Just a filthy cunt sucking dog." I whimpered looking up to my Master whose eyes told me how aroused he was at my suffering. "Why your Master keeps you I will never understand. You are not worthy to serve as a toilet let alone a slave." She unzipped the leather trousers she wore, running two fingers over the bare lips that protruded. I had never seen such a large hairy pussy and my eyes widened. "You should be a urinal, useless cunt, come drink my piss, that is all you are good for. " She wrapped her sharp fingers around the leash and pulled my face to her hairy cunt. The flow of her piss began to flow instantly over my face and down my naked sore abused body. I tried desperately to pull away but she slapped me over the head leaving my ears ringing. "Drink bitch. You are nothing but a piss drinking dog." I cried as my mouth opened and the putrid piss landed on my tongue and flowed down into my gullet. It flowed and flowed, I thought it would never end. I was a useless piss drinking bitch swallowing every drop. At last the flow stopped and my face was pressed into her cunt to lap at the last drops. I dug my tongue into her huge heavy folds, sucking deeply till the piss turned to cum and she flowed into me again with thick juicy cum.. Her hands held me in place with out question as the other rose and applauded. "Well done, well done." they said to my Master as she reziped her pants. "Bark like the bitch you are for your owner," she said, holding my hair in a tight grip. I yelped and barked with out a second thought as they laughed. My Master stroked down my cheek as he pulled me with him to kneel at his side as they filled their cups talked. I lowered my eyes and floated on the wonderful feelings filling me to overflowing with his hand stroking through my hair. I was a filthy piss and cum covered slut with a painful elephant sized plug in my ass and I baked in it happily.