TUTOR
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THE TUTOR
Of course at the time, Sal had just polished the silverware with poor, bruised Dunstan helping. She had no desire to hit the poor guy with the bundle of thorny branches, and he'd actually done a great job on the silver, better than she did...he told her later that he'd had lots of practice, having done lots of the housework since he was a little tot.
But a few weeks later, Mrs. W. had taken Sal aside as she was vacuuming the music room. "Darling, I understand you are fellow students with Dunstan...he tells me you are a quite talented Romance Languages major on full academic scholarship!"
"Yes ma'am." Sal replied, as she turned off the vacuum. "I got a scholarship to Smith College, but I wanted to stay close to my family, y'know, here in Buttermilk Falls."
Mrs. W nodded ."I am afraid Dunstan is not a very bright pupil, though I have certainly tried hard to drum academics into his dull head. We could've paid for him to go to Harvard,but he was only bright enough for Buttermilk State. Dun is failing French...would you tutor him? I can pay you quite handsomely...and I think you're aware of my methods. They're the only ones that work on a spoiled, vain boy like my Dunstan."
Sal shrank from those "methods"but then she discovered that Dun really wasn't much of a worker...he was actually a smart student,but he didn't have much ambition, it seemed...and he didn't study, at all...he just looked at cum-stained catalogues from Victoria's Secret and Fredericks of Hollywood. Finally one day Sal had had enough.
They were sitting in the Buttermilk State U. Student Union, and Sal was saying " I asked you to translate 'Je suis malade' which is 'I am sick' and you wrote 'it was a bad malady'. I asked you to translate 'Nous avons une maison' which is 'We have a house' and you construed it as 'The Avon lady is here'.Dun, haven't you been doing your homework?"
But Dun was just staring at Sal's breasts, which was certainly cute as it peeked out of a frilly white-pink fontaine dress. He wasn't even listening to her. Did she have to wear a fuckin' nun's habit to get his attention on his French work?
Sal lost it, and slapped Dun's face, which fortunately did take his weak mind off her cleavage, at least for a moment. "Goddamn it, Dunstan, are you going to focus on your work or not?"
Dun looked imploringly at Sal. "Sal, I-I think I'm in love with you. You got Mother to take the fingernail polish off, and to let me wear long trousers, and you're so beautiful. Mother has my bedtime at seven-thirty, but would you like to see an afternoon movie with me?"
Sal's lip curled. As if a wuss like this could ask her out! He was dumb, fat and a crappy student. Sure, she felt sorry for him,but goddamnit, she wanted him to work! And look, Dun's eyes were on her tits AGAIN. What could she do?
"Dunstan, take your belt off and give it to me...I am so sick of this shit" Dun handed her his belt, and she looped it around her hand. She walked over to his side of the long table and sat down. "Now take those long pants down that you're so proud of, and your panties--I know you can't wear boxers--and bend across my lap. NOW!"
Dun's eyes widened and he began arguing with her. "Sal,the Student Union is full of people--a lot of them are pretty girls! Please, can we just wait til we get home? I'll study harder, I really will."
Sal then unbuttoned Dun's pants herself, and pulled them down, as well as his panties. Other students began looking on with interest as Sal grabbed Dun's left ear and dragged him across her lap, and began swinging the belt against his bare ass.
Sal had been afraid that Dun would struggle, but he'd just laid there, thanks to Mother's training, and bit his lip,crying quietly as the belt had slammed his pale buttocks again and again. Sal was grimly determined to return Dunstan's interests to his studies.
Patrice Dalessio stood up from her table and swung over in her slutty but skin-tight fuchsia floral tube top dress. "What's goin' on, Sal?" Patrice said, cracking her gum. "Beating the little faggot heah?" Arsenia Carbone came over as well, laughing, and as Sal slapped Dun's buttocks, Arsenia began shooting rubber bands at his reddening cheeks.
Suddenly Sal threw the belt down. "This annoys me. It just bounces off his ass...Say, Bobby, can I use your cane?" Bobby was a nice guy, and he had a lame leg and arm from cerebral palsy, and he'd always appreciated the pretty Sal being nice to him, and he immediately handed her his long wooden cane.
"Now get the fuck across the table, you slacker!" Dun lay across the table, his bruised buttocks evident to everyone. Sal began whacking with some vigor, but her hand became tired, as she was unused to wrist action.
"Can I help?" Sal turned to find a tall, sandy haired guy, quite cute, looking down at her. His English accent was quite thick, and he looked like a big, strong guy.
Taking the cane from her, the guy said "I was a prefect in boarding school got lots of practice on the younger boys, and your caning (he pronounced it 'Ky-ning) methods are a bit unwise...you're wearing your wrist out, Miss. Let me show you how it's done. You see, you have all these crossed stripes on his bum-quite messy."
The English boy swung the cane hard, with the entire Student Union watching. "It must be like a golf swing, you know." After the cane thwacked, Dun screamed. "That was a nice scream, you see? And then you immediately pull the cane back and swing again...and you see how I leave these lovely weals, brown and blue, on his sorry little bottom"
"Yeah, take his mind off sex and focus it on his books, for Chrissake" Sal said as she watched the whipping. Damn, the guy did it professionally, almost methodically.
"Oh, it's a sex problem, is it?" The fellow stopped in mid swing. "Well, there's a solution for that, eh? Get up, young jackanapes, and take off all your clothes."
"B-but everyone is watching!" Dunstan said tearfully. But as the young man gritted his teeth meaningfully, Dun stripped naked, and a couple of assholes began clapping as his face became incredibly red.
The sandy haired boy told Dun to hold his hands behind his back and to jut his chest forward.WHACK! The cane went right across Dun's nipples, and the Student Union rocked with laughter as Dun fell to the floor, clutching his chest and moaning.
"Get up,you cringing worm" shouted the sandy haired boy, as he whacked Dun's prone figure...finally Dun jumped up, tears coursing down his face. The sandy haired boy ordered Dunstan to jut out his chest again, and once again landed the cane across Dun's nipples.
"Now, lay your cock and balls on the table, and we'll give you a good lesson, Dunstan." The English guy knew what he was doing! Dunstan put his cock and balls on the table, and the other young man swung the cane down hard on Dun's cock.
Dun shrieked and fell over, and began grabbing his crotch. Sal watched, amazed as the sandy haired English boy pulled Dun up by the hair. "Now then, enough of your malingering. I'll need two chaps to hold Dunstan's shoulders so he doesn't fall down again, eh?"
Roscoe, Patrice's boyfriend and another fellow, "Lips" Lackowitz, who Sal had gone out with once or twice the previous semester, came to Dunstan's body and grabbed his shoulders firmly.
The sandy haired boy swung the cane again and again on Dunstan's dick until it was tiny and withered. "Not done yet you know." the English boy said crisply. "Sal, jerk 'is dick until it's a proper specimen again, so I can lick it a bit with the cane."
Sal took Dun's bloody, wrinkled penis in her long fingers, and began tickling the head with her nails. While she did this, Patrice kissed Dun's neck and toyed with his sore nipples, and soon Dun's dick was once again long and hard.
"Now then" the sandy haired boy said. "Put 'im on the table again, and let's do a bit more work...like Clockwork Orange this is!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Dun's face was in absolute agony as Roscoe and Lips held him tight, pulling his hands behind his back as the English lad did his work. Finally, Dunstan fainted, and the English boy threw the cane down.
"Well now, I think we won't have a problem with him and his filthy 'abits anymore...He'll be a good student for you Sal, methinks." And the sandy haired boy walked out of the Student Union, and no one ever saw him again!
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