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MAY/DECEMBER AFFAIRS

HARD LESSONS she’d been explaining abruptly came eyes. She would softly bite her underlip
full-blown into my mind. I said it back and give me lustful looks. Though we
ooking back, I can’t believe to her, then applied the knowledge didn’t say anything about it, something
it took me so long to realize flawlessly to a problem. strong was building between us.
how smoking hot my tutor When she smiled, it was like being The attraction was mixed together with
was. Granted, I was massively given some grand reward. I almost my newfound submissiveness. I wanted
Ldistracted by the difficulty of whimpered in pleasure and asked for a her to be severe with me. I wanted...
the subject I was trying to learn. I had a pat on the head. That peculiar stirring wanted...well, I didn’t know what exactly.
physics midterm coming up, and if I blew stayed with me, and only after I left that I’d never had feelings like these before.
it I was screwed. I needed to pass the day did I realize how horny I was. I went One day I eagerly showed up at her
course if I wanted to stay in college. My back to my dorm and jerked off half the house, as arranged. When I entered the
future was hanging in the balance. night, with Mandy’s severe-looking face unlocked front door, she came into the
My own professor recommended hovering over me in my mind. room and I gasped at the sight of her.
Mandy as a tutor. I was to go to her After that, I was keenly aware of her My cock stiffened in my jeans, and my
house twice a week for immersive stern beauty. What a gorgeous woman jaw dropped.
lessons in this very tough scientific she was! I snuck longing looks at her. But Mandy was dressed in a tight black
discipline. blouse, a leather miniskirt, black
She was probably somewhere in her stockings and high heels. Her hair was
40s, had an easy manner and was highly pulled back into a bun, giving her a
intelligent. In those first couple visits, “THE CROP cool but menacing look. She wore sexy
she registered as an attractive woman librarian glasses and gazed at me with
only in the abstract for me. My brain WHISTLED eyes that brimmed with dark eroticism.
recorded her well-maintained figure, her She also held an old-fashioned riding
nicely mounded breasts, shapely legs THROUGH THE crop in her hand.
and elegant features. But the age gap AIR,AND A “Sit down, James,” she said in an icy
kept those attributes from arousing me. voice. “The lesson will now begin.”
Stupid me. STINGING SLAP My knees shook as I sat at the table.
In the initial sessions, my mind got By now I’d learned enough physics to
overloaded with the material. Momentum, SEARED MY ASS.” get through my midterm, but I wouldn’t
energy, impulse—all those physics have missed this tutoring session—or
principles whirled together into a whatever was going to happen instead
hopeless mass, and I was in despair. of it—for the world.
Mandy was quite gentle, pouring tea and I still desperately needed her tutoring. She proceeded almost like normal,
trying again and again to talk me through Now, though, when I got stuck on except for the “headmistress” outfit she
the subject. She obviously had a perfect something Mandy would slap the table was wearing and the unyieldingly stern
grasp on what I needed to know, but I to get me focused. I found myself looking tones she used. Instead of sitting with
seemed incapable of absorbing it. forward to those intense demonstrations me, she paced back and forth behind
The third time I was at her place, she of emotion. She started to add a few me, high heels clicking on the floor. She
finally showed some frustration with me. other tricks, talking sharply to me when tapped the crop against her stockinged
She’d spent a half hour repeating the I got something wrong or making me thigh, and my body tingled with desire.
same point, and I didn’t get it. Suddenly stand up and apologize for not working She asked questions, and when
she slapped her hand hard on the table. hard enough. I didn’t answer fast enough, she
The sound was like a gunshot, and I Each time she pushed the boundary a smacked the table with the leather
jumped in my chair. little farther, and I got more excited. I had implement. The sound made my heart
She looked sternly at me, her face an almost constant hard-on during our race. I didn’t fully understand what was
a forbidding mask and her eyes as sessions. But the approach continued happening to me, but my every instinct
hard as flint. Something strange but to work. When she was strict with me, I told me to go down this dangerous path
powerful stirred in me. My stomach learned better. with her, wherever it led.
fluttered, and gooseflesh stood up on I was also aware of how she was I pretended not to know the answer to
my arms. Weirder still, the principle looking at me, with a new glimmer in her the next question. Mandy spun on me,

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