Home Schooling (Sindy Hunter & Makemyday)

[Sindy Hunter]

The front door of the house burst open and Becky Rogers stormed down the hallway. She entered the kitchen and threw her school bag into the corner of the room. A few seconds later her mother, Jasmin came through the front door and slammed it shut. She called out angrily after her daughter. “Becky! Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you!”. Jasmin walked into the kitchen and glared at Becky. “Well I hope you’re satisfied young lady! You’ve been warned repeatedly about your attitude and now you’ve got yourself expelled!”. Becky spun around to face her mother “It’s not my fault the teacher is an idiot. Everyone knows the country is the Netherlands, not Holland!”. Jasmin gave an exasperated look “Yes! But you don’t have to call him a moron in front of the entire class!”.

Jasmin switched on the electric kettle and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Becky started towards the kitchen door. “Not so fast.” said her mother “Sit down. We need to talk about what’s going on.”. Becky reluctantly sat down at the kitchen table. Jasmin sat opposite her daughter. “I know it’s been a difficult few months with the divorce, moving house and starting a new school. But I don’t understand the sudden change in your behaviour. You used to like going to school and always got good grades. What is it dear? What’s wrong?”. Becky sat silent for a moment. “Everything’s wrong! Dad’s gone, we had to move to this dump and the school is just full of idiots who just want to mess about all the time.”. Jasmin held Becky’s hand “I know it’s tough for you. but it’s been tough for me too. I need you to help out reorganising our lives. There are only another four weeks of school this year, which you will miss anyway because of your expulsion, and then six months next year. Then you can go to university.”. Becky looked at her mother, tears starting to form in her eyes. “I know, but I really do hate it.”. Jasmin sighed “If you carry on like this you are going to miss out on going to university. You might have to stay on at school.”. Becky frowned. “I talked with the headmaster. He said you need to turn things around before the start of next term.” explained Jasmin. Becky huffed. Jasmin pulled out a file from her handbag. “He has given me a syllabus he wants you to study before next term. You will be tested when you go back. If you fail he will be reluctant to take you back.”.

Becky bit her bottom lip, she started to understand the gravity of the situation. “So are you going to teach me?” she asked. Jasmin gave a stifled chuckle. “No, I don’t think that would work, do you? But I am willing to pay for a tutor.” Becky looked a little more interested. “Now you must understand that it’s not going to be easy to find the money, but I am willing to do this if you promise you will do your best”. Becky gave a smile, the first in some time. She saw an opportunity for things to go back to how they were, maybe she could persuade her mother to keep the tutor on and she wouldn’t have to go back to school. “OK Mom, I think that would be great and I promise to work hard”. Jasmin sighed in relief, it seemed they had found a solution to her daughter’s problems.

After their evening meal, Jasmin sat at her laptop computer and searched for tutors in their neighbourhood. After half an hour of reading several profiles, Jasmin found one that seemed to be perfect. The tutor was a man who lived in a nearby town. He specialised in the subjects Becky was most interested in; maths, english and art. Furthermore, he had been a lecturer at the university that Becky had wanted to attend. Jasmin composed an email, giving details of Becky’s circumstances and what they were looking to achieve. She clicked the send button and hoped this was the start of returning their lives to some sort of normality.

 

[Makemyday]

The rain fell lightly on the window, lulling Pat almost to sleep. He yawned, looking out the window at the people walking by his home on their way to God knows where. He took a sip of his coffee, and turned his laptop on. He'd finished his last tutoring gig the previous week, and was anxious to find another before the bills came due again at the end of the month.

He let out a frustrated sigh. Six months ago he had been Professor Stockton, or Dr. Stockton at the university where he had been a full-time lecturer. He'd taught English literature to first year students, and had enjoyed the interaction with the students, so young and full of life. Particularly the pretty female students. And that had been part of his downfall. He'd begun a relationship with the daughter of a prominent local merchant, and when their kinky campus exploits got found out, it had ended his time there. He grinned thinking about Laura, naked and tied bent over his desk with her panties taped in her mouth. It was her favourite game to play in his office, and he had fucked her like that many times after blistering her bottom with a paddle. Only this time the cleaning staff had found her while he was bringing more toys in from his car.

So now he was just a tutor. Patrick Stockton, English tutor. Math tutor. Unemployed tutor.

At least the university had been good at keeping the whole thing quiet so he could pick up some work here and there. He opened a message from one Jasmin Rogers, and began to read. Soon a smile crept over his face, as he sensed the opportunity that was being offered. A newly divorced mom who couldn't control her teenage daughter, who had managed to get expelled from school. She needed help turning things around, and was offering a decent wage for a live-in tutor who could help her get back on track. This sounded interesting, and perhaps the sort of challenge he had been looking for. He was tired of the vacuous university students whose parents paid for his expertise but couldn't be bothered to learn how to write properly. The story that Jasmin painted was one of needing a firm, guiding male presence. And he could do that.

He sent off a quick reply, and offered to meet with the mom later that day. He wondered what she would be like, and what the daughter would be like. Living with the two women (it sounded like the father was out of the picture) would offer him a new experience. And potentially some very interesting possibilities. He poured himself another coffee and sat down to organize a package with his CV and references for Jasmin, and thought about what sort of trouble her daughter Becky had managed to get into. Perhaps it was the same sort of trouble he liked as well.

 

[Sindy Hunter]

Jasmin's computer chimed indicating an email had arrived. It was early morning, the day after she had messaged Dr Stockton. Clicking on the message Jasmin read the reply and was relieved that the tutor was available. She continued to read the rest of the message and was impressed by the list of credentials and experiance. Jasmin smiled to herself, it appeared that she had been extremely fortunate in contacting Dr Stockton when she did. Jasmin worked part-time. It wasn't by choice but was the only job she had managed to find in the short period she and her daughter had been in the area. This left her afternoons free and provided the opportunity to meet Dr Stockton that day. Jasmin clicked on the reply button and composed her response.

"Dear Dr Stockton.

Thank you so much for being able to accommodate my request for a tutor at such short notice. I can confirm that I will be able to meet with you today at 15:30 at a location of your convenience.

My daughter has been a model student, but recent events have resulted in her losing her way slightly and her studies have suffered. I would just like to point out that my daughter Becky does not have a history of bad behavior but her attitude has become trying. She has not reacted well to my recent divorce and our relocation to this town. I am sure that with some guidance she will soon be back to the model pupil she was only a few months ago.

Please let me know where you wish to meet.

Regards

Jasmin Rogers"

With a click of the trackpad, the reply was sent. Jasmin already felt a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She got up and went in search of Becky. She found her in the living room watching television. "Good news honey. It looks like I have found you a tutor, and the best thing is he previously lectured at the university you want to go to.". Becky just sighed. She had been hoping that finding a tutor would take at least a week, giving her some free time to relax and generally goof around. But now it looked like that plan had been scuppered. Jasmin was not pleased with her daughter's response.

"Well, you could act a little more enthusiastic!" gasped Jasmin. "Yeah Mom, it's great news" answered Becky sarcastically "Just what I need. Some old creepy guy trying to teach me stuff I already know". Jasmin knew better than to rise to Becky's taunting, instead, she took a deep breath to calm herself. "I'm meeting him this afternoon to see if he is suitable for you and we are suitable for him.". Becky gave her mother a quizzical look and went back to watching television.

Jasmin went to her bedroom to pick out an outfit for the meeting. She wanted to look smart and together and not like the desperate mother she felt like. Jazmin picked out a dark business suit consisting of a jacket and pencil skirt. She matched it with a pink cotton blouse, black hose and 4" heels. They were higher than Jasmine would choose to wear to work but were the only shoes that matched the outfit. As Jasmin left for work, she hoped that her and Becky's lives were about to get back on track.

Jazmin arrived late at her workplace. It wasn’t the first time, having been late a couple of times that month, each caused by Becky. “Late again Ms Rogers…” called out Brian Perkins across the office as Jasmin tried to slip to her desk unnoticed. Mr Perkins was the office manager and was a stickler for rules. He was sixty years old, standing at 5’ 3” and with a portly figure. He looked like a character from a Dicken’s novel.

Mr Perkins approached Jasmin, his eyes drawn to her smart attire and especially her high heels. “Ms Rogers. I expect you to make up the time otherwise there will be a deduction from your pay…”. Mr Perkins took another look at Jasmine and said “Can you make sure to wear something more appropriate to work, it’s an office, not a bordello”. The stout little man sneered at Jasmin and then returned to his office.

Jasmin’s colleague and friend, Clare Barton, came and sat on the edge of Jasmin’s desk. “Problems with Becky again?” Clare asked with concern. Jasmin explained the school expulsion and how she hoped to hire a tutor to help Becky. As the pair of women talked Jasmin’s phone buzzed. She saw it was an email from Dr Stockton, giving the address of a cafe for their meeting. Glancing at the office clock Jasmin figured she would just be able to work the extra time and make the meeting, but it would be a close-run thing.

 

[Makemyday]

Pat was washing some dishes when another email arrived in his inbox. It was from Jasmin, the mother who needed a tutor for her daughter. He dried his hands on a plain dish towel, and sat down to read what it said.

Dear Dr Stockton.

Thank you so much for being able to accommodate my request for a tutor at such short notice. I can confirm that I will be able to meet with you today at 15:30 at a location of your convenience.

My daughter has been a model student, but recent events have resulted in her losing her way slightly and her studies have suffered. I would just like to point out that my daughter Becky does not have a history of bad behavior but her attitude has become trying. She has not reacted well to my recent divorce and our relocation to this town. I am sure that with some guidance she will soon be back to the model pupil she was only a few months ago.

Please let me know where you wish to meet.

Regards

Jasmin Rogers

He was pleased that she had written back and could meet with him today. There was a little cafe not too far from where he lived that he liked, so he decided they would meet there for the first time. He hit "reply" on the computer screen and began to compose his response to Jasmin.

Jasmin,

No need for such formality! Please just call me Pat, or Patrick if you like.

I am pleased that we can meet today at 15:30. There is a cafe I quite like called The Roasted Cherry just off of Bridge Street, and if that works for you, I would like to see you there. It is often quiet there in the afternoon, so it is likely we can talk freely with some privacy. I can supply you with my CV, including letters of reference from other tutoring clients.

I am sorry to hear that your daughter Becky is not handling your recent changes as well as you would like. Rest assured, I have encountered this sort of thing before, and believe that change is always possible, even if it takes time. I see myself not just as an academic tutor, but also as something of a life coach. I look at the entirety of the environment and what is happening in my student's lives, as I believe that only by taking a holistic approach to behaviour and/or attitude change can we have true academic success. But we can discuss that further when we meet.

I look forward to meeting you. I will be sitting in the back corner of the cafe, so look for the late 40's gentleman with the short salt-and-pepper hair engrossed in his laptop computer!

Sincerely,

Patrick Stockton


He shut the laptop after sending the email, and went to have a look at his wardrobe. As this was essentially a job interview, he decided to dress up a little. He wouldn't wear a suit, but would at least look presentable, wearing the sort of outfit he would have worn when he lectured. He chose dark dress pants with a lightly patterned button-up shirt, and a dark tie. He would pair it with a woolen grey jacket, and also wear his favourite pair of broken-in Oxfords. He had time before the meeting, so he set thing out on his bed, and went to finish some chores.

At 3:00 pm he left his rental apartment and walked to the cafe where he would meet with his prospective employer. He had some things in a leather satchel that hung on his shoulder. Arriving by 3:15, he ordered his usual chai latte from the counter and chatted briefly with the cute girl working there, before retiring to the back and settling down into the chair at the table nearest the corner. He took out his laptop and browsed to the adult erotica site where he could finish reading a story he had started about a young female lawyer who becomes a slave to one of the older partner's in the firm in order to advance herself. It was the sort of thing that always brought a little smile to his face, and a bulge to his pants.

 

[Sindy Hunter]

Jasmin’s day passed very quickly, inundated with extra work. When her usual leaving time arrived, she hoped Mr Perkins would not be in the office so she could leave a bit earlier than planned. Unfortunately for Jasmin, Mr Perkins sat in his office constantly looking across to Jasmin, ensuring she was making up the time she had missed from arriving late.

After completing the shortfall of time, Jasmin rushed off to the meeting with Dr Stockton. She had to take a bus to the city centre and then another to the cafe's location. Much to Jasmin’s annoyance, the traffic was slow and as each minute slipped past Jasmin became increasingly anxious, not wanting to make a bad impression on Dr Stockton by arriving late.

At 15:31 Jasmin burst through the cafe door, breathing heavily from having run the last hundred yards. She stopped for a second to compose herself and scanned the room, looking for Dr Stockton. She soon saw a man who fitted the description she had been given and walked over to him, her high heels clicking on the hard cafe floor.

As Jasmin approached the man she assumed was Dr Stockton she was surprised by his appearance. She had imagined he would look older and more studious, rather than the handsome professional-looking gentleman who was working on his computer. Nervously Jasmin announced herself, “Hello… Dr Stockton?… I’m Jasmin… Jasmin Rogers”. The man looked up from his computer and gave a warm smile. He closed the lid of his laptop and shifted slightly in his seat before indicating Jasmin should sit down at his table.

Before the man could speak Jasmin started talking, although babbling would have been a better description. “I’m so glad you are interested in tutoring my daughter, Rebbeca… It’s her last year at school and she needs to get good exam results to get into university… The silly girl has got herself into a bit of trouble and I don’t want it to ruin her prospects… I’ve brought the syllabus the school provided…”.

 

[Makemyday]

Pat looked up from his laptop when a whirlwind of activity caught his attention at the front door of the cafe. A woman had just entered the door at a run, her high heels slipping on the floor as she nearly collided with another customer. After taking a moment to collect herself, she looked around and spied him in the back before proceeding to make her way towards him.

He was not prepared for how attractive Jasmin was. Or perhaps sexy was the word. Her skirt was hip-hugging, accentuating her curves, and her blouse showed a hint of generous cleavage. He watched as she swayed sensuously on her very high heels, smiling as she made it to her table. He silently closed down his laptop and gestured for her to sit down.

He had barely managed to introduce himself with a quick shake of her hand, when she launched into explaining about her situation and describing her daughter's troubles that led to her being expelled from school. Pat listened attentively, nodding and asking prodding questions when necessary, although those occasions were few as Jasmin was quite talkative. When there was a break in the conversation, he suggested she relax for a moment while he got her a cup of tea from the server up front.

Soon she was able to relax a bit and converse comfortably, but he sensed she was anxious about it all underneath. He wanted to put her at ease, and ensure that he was her only choice to help put her daughter back on the straight and narrow path to university once more.

"Jasmin, it's going to be fine," Pat confidently assured her. "I can put together a study plan that incorporates the syllabus provided by her school and includes the elements that I've had success with in the past. And, as I'll be living with you both for a time, when and how Becky and I work together is quite flexible. You can be present for some of her sessions as well, if you wish."

He smiled as he envisioned what the possibilities of after hours sessions might look like with Becky and her sexy mom. It had been a challenge to listen so closely to Jasmin, as he was mentally undressing her and imagining the two of them alone. He continued with his sale pitch, clasping one of her hands in his.

"I know this all sounds good, but I'm sure you're wondering if I can truly do what I say I can," he said quietly. "I think I need to meet Becky as well, and she should have her say in this as well if we are to work closely together. So what do you say we set up a time for her to meet me? Would tonight be too soon? I am at your disposal, and can begin as soon as you would like if you and Becky choose me for this very important work. My methods are sometimes unconventional and old-fashioned, but they tend to get results. I believe in being firm but fair in my instruction, and feel that students need order and discipline if they are to focus themselves and achieve their potential."

He looked at Jasmin with a grin. "And sometimes the parents can also benefit from my coaching and guidance. Sometimes all you need is a firm but loving hand to help you over the rough spots."

 

[Sindy Hunter]

Dr Stockton appeared relaxed and confident as he described his approach to providing Becky with the instruction she would require to ensure she passed the exams in her final year at school. He was charming too, never seeming superior but had an air of authority. Jasmin began to relax as she listened, trying her best to take in everything Dr Stockton was saying.

When Dr Stockton suggested that he, Jasmin and Becky should sit down together and discuss Becky’s education requirements Jasmin readily agreed, eager to have her daughter back focused on her studies. “That sounds excellent Dr Stockton… Actually, we could meet this afternoon if that’s convenient for you?... “.

Jasmin paused for a moment and then asked nervously “Y… You said that you would be living with us during Becky’s tutoring… Is that normal?”. The idea of having a man living with her and her daughter made Jasmin feel slightly uneasy. Although Dr Stockton appeared extremely nice, for all Jasmin knew he could be a mass murderer.

Before Dr Stockton answered Jasmin added, “Perhaps you could give me the contact details of your previous students… I’m sure you understand… I need to consider my daughter’s safety”. Jasmin became tense again. It was the kind of question that could offend and Dr Stockton might decide not to proceed.

 

[Makemyday]

It was obvious that Jasmin was nervous about the whole thing, and now was anxious about his background. He smiled and calmly gave her what she needed to contact previous students and their parents. Of course those were carefully chosen and guaranteed to give him a glowing recommendation. He tried to ease her mind about the thought of him living with her and Becky.

"I believe in your situation that having me live in for a period, at least initially, would be very beneficial. It helps to stabilize the situation, and prevent any return to previously unwanted behaviour. And I think it allows us to make the most progress, in the shortest amount of time, which could mean the difference between Becky returning to her school and not being able to. However, if you decide that my presence there is not for you, we could work out another schedule for working with Becky, but I would need to take on other students at the same time, so she would not be my primary focus."

Pat let Jasmin take that in, and it seemed like she was coming around. She did not like the idea that he would not be solely focused on her daughter if he was not living with them. She agreed to take his references and check on them when she got home.

"Should we go now and meet with Becky?" It was just after 4:30 now. "I'll get us a cab, it's not too far from here, right?"

He and Jasmin left the cafe together, and got in the cab for the short ride to her home. They were quiet on the ride, but he kept looking over at her and giving her a reassuring smile. He talked about some of the nice restaurants he knew of, and suggested that she and Becky could try them out sometime.

 

[Sindy Hunter]

During the taxi ride back home, Jasmin wondered if she was doing the right thing by employing a tutor for her daughter. She thought it would be a simple arrangement with the tutor visiting the house for a few hours a day, but what Dr Stockton was proposing would be much more invasive on both hers and Becky’s lives, especially if Dr Stockton was to move in permanently, even if it was only for a short time.

Jasmin opened the front door and led Dr Stockton into the house. The sound of the television was coming from the living room, which Jasmin followed. Walking into the room, Jasmin saw Becky lying on the sofa, exactly where she had been when Jasmin left for work. “Don’t tell me you have been watching TV all day”, said Jasmin, her annoyance clear in her voice. Becky looked up and replied, “Yeah… I guess so… There’s nothing else to do”.

Dr Stockton followed Jasmin and watched Becky’s display of petulance. Jasmin continued to scold her daughter, “You could have at least started the evening meal” . Becky shrugged and said “I’m not hungry… I had pizza for lunch…”, nodding to the empty box on the coffee table.
Jasmin turned to Dr Stockton and shook her head in disbelief at Becky’s selfishness. “I must apologise for my daughter, but at least you can see for yourself how poor her attitude is”.

Now angry at being embarrassed by her daughter Jasmin turned back to Becky. “Becky, this is Dr Stockton, he will be your tutor for the next few weeks, preparing you for your exams, and hopefully rid you of this poor attitude you’ve developed!”. Becky gave a huff and looked over at Dr Stockton. Her gaze lingered for a moment, the tutor was not what she had imagined. Instead of a wrinkled old man, there was a handsome, physically fit male. Despite the surprise, Becky turned her attention back to the TV and just said “Hi”.

Although Jasmin had been struggling with the decision of whether she should allow Dr Stockton to move in, Becky’s rudeness made the choice for her. “Just so you know, young lady, Dr Stockton will be moving in so he can devote all his time to your education. So there will be no more lounging around all day, instead, you will start making an effort again!”. Becky scowled at her mother and answered “Whatever…”.

Jasmin turned to Dr Stockton and said “I’m sorry you had to see this. I was hoping we could all have a sensible conversation about Becky, but as you see that will not be possible. Let’s go to the kitchen and you can give me more details about your teaching methods”.

 

[Makemyday]

Becky was lying on the sofa, watching television when Pat arrived with her mother. The apple did not fall far from the tree, he thought to himself. The young blonde was pretty, and clearly got her good looks from mom. She wore a ratty t-shirt along with baggy sweat pants, probably her typical lounging-around attire. She paused in her gum-chewing long enough to greet him, but sounded less than enthusiastic. He remained polite, and stood listening as Jasmin verbally chastised her daughter for her attitude and behaviour. He was about to interject when Jasmin announced that he would be moving in with them to take charge of Becky's schooling. Pat was surprised that she had decided on that so soon, but he looked to Becky for her reaction. She seemed not to care, and went back to her television program.

Following this, he and Jasmin moved to the privacy of the kitchen so they could continue to discuss what he intended to bring to the situation. Grinning slightly, Pat thought of all the things he had thought he might introduce to the pair, but most of that would have to wait until he was actually lodged inside their home. Then things would become clearer to both of them.

"As I mentioned, I tend to focus on all aspects of my charge's life, not just their academics. There will be daily classes, assignments, homework, all of that. Perhaps some field trips as well, but things will start off with an assessment of where Becky is right now in terms of her performance and her knowledge of the curriculum. Then I'll have a better idea of how to structure a program to support her academic improvement. You may also figure into that as well, as she'll be needing a great deal of support from you."

He paused to see if Jasmin was following what he was saying, and continued as she seemed to be concentrating fiercely, even taking some notes.

"As part of my program, I will expect Becky to dress in a student uniform. If she has one from her former school, that would be fine, otherwise I can supply something. She will be expected to complete all assignments on time, to keep up with the instruction I am providing, to behave like a proper young lady while in my care. Failure to meet my rules and expectations will see Becky facing consequences, and that applies equally to her life outside of academic pursuits. She needs to learn how things work in the real world - that our actions have consequences, and that we need to take responsibility when we make mistakes or behave badly." He paused a moment before switching gears a little.

"You haven't mentioned Becky's father much. What sort of relationship does he have with her? I only ask as I have learned that a positive relationship with the father, or another male role model can be very important in situations like this. Often mothers and daughters can have a difficult time relating to one another in adolescence, and sometimes a strong, male presence can make a difference. Sometimes daughters can talk to their fathers about topics they won't with their mothers." He looked to the living at Becky, who was glued to the tv screen. Getting close to her was definitely on his mind, but first he had to gain the trust of her mother.

 

[Sindy Hunter]

Becky’s antics had made Jasmin feel foolish in front of Dr Stockton. Jasmin considered it a deliberate act, a way of Becky striking out, punishing her for taking Becky out of the private school and placing her in the state one. It had been an act of spite from Jasmin in announcing that Dr Stockton would be moving in. If Becky had been more respectful then Jasmin probably wouldn’t have made the decision.

Sitting in the kitchen with Dr Stockton, Jasmin was only half listening to what he was saying. The rift between her and Becky occupied her thoughts, it was something that seemed to be getting increasingly worse. A halt from Dr Stockton snapped Jasmin’s attention back. “Erm… Yes… Sure… I would always want to support my daughter… Even if she can be a bit of a madam at times!”

Dr Stockton said he would want Becky to wear a school uniform and Jasmin replied that wouldn’t be a problem, she still had the uniform from the private school. The doctor then said that if Becky failed to follow his instructions there would be consequences. Dr Stockton paused for a second, letting his emphasis on the word “consequences” hang in the air. Jasmin felt her cheeks glow as she blushed. The word brought back memories of her childhood, it was the same word her father used when she misbehaved, just before he would take her to her bedroom to put her over his knee and spank her bottom.

Suddenly Dr Stockton was asking about Becky’s father and what her relationship with him was like. Jasmin took a deep breath to calm herself and then replied “Becky was very close to Grant, a real daddy's girl. That’s not to say that we didn’t get on… It’s only since my divorce that Becky has changed… She has decided that I am the one to blame for Grant leaving…”. Jasmin started to become emotional, she fought to hold back her tears before continuing, “For whatever reason, Becky can’t put the blame on her father and the little tramp he ran off with!”.

Jasmin started to become angry, it was the first time she had spoken to anyone about the cause of the break-up of her marriage. Talking to a stranger, Jasmin found it easier to let go. “My husband had an affair with his secretary, a twenty-one-year-old blonde called Kitty who, apparently, was more than willing to do things I would never even consider!”.

Suddenly Jasmin realised she was ranting. “Oh, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t be laying all this on you Dr Stockton… Now what were you saying?... Yes, I agree, having a male presence in the house could help settle Becky… I just can’t give the discipline she needs right now”. Jasmin began to calm down and was glad to see that Dr Stockton hadn’t been phased by her outburst.

Jasmin gave an awkward smile and returned the conversion back to Becky’s tutoring. “Regarding your moving in, would you accept accommodation in the basement?... the previous owner had it converted into a gym area… There is one large room and a smaller room with a bathroom attached… It also has a separate entrance from the rear garden”.

 

[Makemyday]

As Jasmin talked, Pat became even more convinced that he had struck gold. The daughter blamed the mother. The mother blamed the father. There was enough conflict, guilt and anger going around that he was sure he could capitalize on that, becoming the shoulder to cry on, the support that both of them needed. He would slowly insinuate himself into their lives, becoming a trusted confidante to Jasmin before becoming a supportive lover. She was already sharing her personal life with him.

He took her hands after the tears started, and he spoke in soothing tones to her. "It's okay Jasmin. These things are difficult for anyone to get through. But you and Becky will both get through this, and I will help in whatever ways I can. You've done a brave thing, leaving and starting over for the good of your child. I think you are stronger than you know."

He gathered his things and prepared to leave. "The basement will be fine. I have some personal things I'll need, desk, chair, bed, etc. to furnish the space, but I can arrange to have those delivered by a friend. You tell me when you'd like me to start, and I'll be here to get underway with Becky." He moved into the living room and looked down at the frowning teenager. He playfully waggled one of the girl's toes, before Becky withdrew her bare feet and sat up. "It was a pleasure to meet you Becky," he said cheerfully. "I'm looking forward to helping you get to where you want to go, and helping your mother help you." He winked at the girl, and left saying his goodbyes, before closing the door.

It was not a terribly long walk home, so he set out on foot rather than hire a taxi. He had many things to think about, and set about formulating some plans - what he would need to get started. As soon as he got home, he would start to pack and prepare.

 

[Sindy Hunter]

Becky heard Dr Stockton walking into the living room and pretended not to notice until he took hold of her toe. She glared in disbelief as he wiggled her foot and said hello. Becky was so surprised by Dr Stockton’s action that she could not express her outrage before Dr Stockton left. A few moments later, Jasmin entered the room. Becky lept up from the sofa and started screaming, “What the fuck, Mom!?... That creep just came in here and grabbed my foot… What kind of sicko have you brought here?”.

Jasmin was stunned by her daughter’s rage-filled outburst. Becky’s tantrums had become more frequent, but she had never sworn at her mother before. “D… Don’t speak to me like that!” gasped Jasmin, feeling her parental authority slipping away. Becky sneered at her mother’s feeble response and stomped out of the room, crying out, “I’m calling Dad… I’m going to ask him to come and get me!”.

Becky ran to her bedroom. Slamming the door behind her, she flopped onto her bed and pulled out her phone. Pressing the speed dial, the phone beeped and the dialling tone sounded. It repeated a dozen times before the call was answered. “Hey, hi Becs, what’s up?” said Becky’s father. “Dad!... You’ve got to come and get me… Mom’s gone mad. She’s getting some pervert tutor to move in with us…”.

It wasn’t the first time Becky had called her father screaming blue murder. Even though Grant loved his daughter dearly he didn’t want her to live with him, or rather Kitty didn’t. She had made it clear to Grant that he belonged to her and didn’t want his “...brat kid…” hanging around. Grant tried to calm his daughter, saying he would call Jasmin and find out what was going on. Becky continued to plead for her Dad to come and fetch her but then she heard a female voice in the background “Grant baby… Put the phone down, or I’ll have to punish you…again!”. Becky heard her father gasp and then stammer, “S…Sorry Becs… I gotta go…” before the line went dead.

In the living room, Jasmin was in pieces. She felt devastated and very lonely, with no family or friends to turn to for help. In desperation, Jasmin took her phone and called Dr Stockton. She waited anxiously for her call to be answered, then began talking as soon as Dr Stockton said “Hello”. Jasmin’s distress was obvious as she almost pleaded for Dr Stockton to start Becky’s tutoring the next day. After a slight pause, Jasmin asked “I… I was wondering if you would like to meet for a drink this evening?… Just so we can talk about what will happen tomorrow…”.

 

[Makemyday]

Jasmin called before Pat could get home. She sounded distressed, and was asking him if he'd like to get together for a drink that evening. He wasn't sure entirely what was going on, but he sensed that she was having far more difficulty in managing things at home with Becky than she had let on. And based on what he had observed, it wasn't getting any better.

"Jasmin, take a breath," he advised calmly. "I know you must feel very alone right now, like things are spinning out of control. But trust me, it is going to get better. With my help, you will get through this."

He agreed to meet her at a little pub not far from her place, but first he dropped his things at his apartment before turning right around and heading back to meet her again.

He found her at the pub, already having a drink to calm herself. He ordered himself a pint and sat with her, going over what he planned to do the next day, which was more or less just getting to know something about Becky and where she had left off at school. He and Jasmin kept talking, and she calmed down. Eventually she loosened up, and by her second drink was laughing with Pat about some of the stories he told about teaching in university.

"Look Jasmin," Pat said sidling up next to her. "I probably shouldn't be here drinking with you right now, because frankly I find you so attractive. I know you're just divorced, and I don't mean to disparage your ex-husband," he said, quietly, "but I think you are a fantastic woman. And a good mother. And he's an idiot to have done what he did. But I think you're going to be so much better off for it," he said earnestly, squeezing her hand as he did so.

Things got very quiet, and Jasmin was leaning close to him, looking into his eyes. He leaned towards her too, opening his mouth to meet hers. His kiss was tentative at first, not at all certain she would accept it, but he felt his tongue touching hers, and it felt good. They kissed for a few moments, and then he pulled back, and smiled at her.

"You don't need to be afraid to let go," he soothed. "Don't worry about your ex-husband, or Becky, or anyone else. Just trust yourself, and trust your instincts. Don't let the little voice in your head hold you back from getting what you want out of life," Pat suggested, his hand moving down to her thigh. "You deserve to be happy, and enjoy your life. You deserve all the pleasure that life can bring, without being judged," he said, squeezing her thigh suggestively.

"Let's go," Pat said, standing and offering Jasmin his hand. "I'll see you back to your place."

 

[Sindy Hunter]

Jasmin was so relieved that Dr Stockton agreed to meet her. She quickly changed out of her work clothes, putting on a dress, denim jacket and trainers. She knocked on Becky’s door and told her she was going out but there was no reply. It took Jasmin just fifteen minutes to walk to the pub she had arranged to meet Dr Stockton at. Entering the bar she looked around but couldn’t see him, so went and ordered a large gin and tonic.

By the time when Dr Stockton walked in, Jasmin was halfway through her drink, feeling very conspicuous drinking alone. The smile on her face made it obvious she was more than pleased to see him. Once again, just Dr Stockton’s presence put Jasmin at ease and she eagerly followed him to a table tucked away in the corner of the bar.

Dr Stockton could see the fragile state Jasmin was in and guessed that she and Becky had an altercation after he left. He reassured Jasmin, telling her how attractive she was and what her fool her former husband had been in leaving her. Dr Stockton sounded so sincere and understanding that when he leaned in for a kiss Jasmin welcomed to a loving, tender meeting of their lips. It had been a long time since anyone had shown any interest in her as a woman and she became instantly besotted with the older man she had just met.

Jasmin felt like a sixteen-year-old girl again and lapped up all of what Dr Stockton was telling her, how she should worry about other people and trust in herself, and most of all learn to let go and enjoy life. With his last remark, Dr Stockton squeezed Jasmin’s thigh, even stroking it slightly. The combination of alcohol and heightened emotions caused Jasmin’s body to react in a way it hadn’t done for so long.

When the pub sounded the bell for last orders Dr Stockton said he would walk Jasmin home. The pair walked out into the cool evening air and headed along the street towards Jasmin’s house. As they passed an ally way Dr Stockton turned into it and pulled Jasmin after him, into the cover of the dark passage. “W… What are you…” stammered Jasmin but her words were cut short by Dr Stockton pushing her up against the ally wall and kissing her passionately, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, duelling with her own.

Finally, Dr Stockton broke the kiss. Jasmin couldn’t see his expression in the darkness but could hear the heavy breathing of his lust and the feel of his hands sliding up either side of her body. Jasmin was breathing fast too and knew what Dr Stockton wanted. “W… We shouldn’t be doing this here… What if someone sees us?” gasped Jasmin, sounding fearful but also excited. Dr Stockton’s reply was to kiss her hard once more whilst groping both her breast and bottom.

 

[Makemyday]

After that delicious kiss in the pub, Pat wanted more. He invited Jasmin outside, saying her would walk her home. Which he would. But first, he wanted to taste her again, and take things further. Much further. He was hot for this woman, and he knew she wanted him too. He wanted to feel his cock inside her, and hear her moans as he fucked her.

He surprised Jasmin by pulling her into a nearby alley. She tried to speak but he cut her off with a kiss. This time he held her tight up against the wall, his hands roaming her body as his tongue freely explored her. The feel of her soft lips on his made him stiff, and he held her head in his hands as he finished his powerful kiss. Pulling back, he was breathing hard, and wanted to take her right there. He could tell Jasmin was excited too, but she was demonstrating some resistance, fueled by her ever-present need to worry.

"Shhh," Pat whispered, kissing her again. His hands groped her buttocks, kneading the firm flesh as their tongues danced once more. He kept kissing, even as his hand came around the front, and began to cup her breasts. He felt her resistance weakening, and kept on, moving to kiss the hollow beneath her throat as his fingers undid the buttons on the front of her dress. He popped her breasts out of her bra, and felt her nipples thickening beneath his teasing fingers. She went to push his hands away, but he caught her wrists and held them above her head with one hand. The other continued to massage her ample tits, enjoying the feeling of her warm flesh in his hand.

"Let go Jasmin, and enjoy this," he whispered before inserting his tongue into her ear. He licked and nibbled at the delicate earlobe until he was rewarded with a deep moan, and kept kissing her neck as he turned her to face the wall. "Fuck, I want you so bad," he groaned, his free hand sliding down her dress until he gripped the hem and lifted it up, exposing her panty-clad backside. He massaged her buttocks and pulled her slim panties down, freeing her pussy. He palmed her pink softness, and felt wetness there. "God Jasmin, you are wet," he whispered, his fingers spreading her lips and brushing softly across her clit. Jasmin shuddered, and arched her back so that her pussy pushed towards him. It was all he needed. In an instant, he had unzipped himself and had his rigid cock out, which he now inserted into Jasmin. He moaned with pleasure as he slid inside her tight, warm pussy, and began to thrust slowly as his hands gripped her around the hips.

"Oh Jasmin, you make me so hard," Pat rambled as he fucked her, lost in the velvety warmth that enveloped his cock. His head swirled as he lost himself in the sensation, his hips thrusting forward faster and more forcefully as her body responded to his.

 

[Sindy Hunter]

Things were moving too fast for Jasmin. When she had been pulled into the alley she thought that it was for some heavy petting, but it was clear Dr Stockton was very aroused and wanted more than to kiss and fondle Jasmin. After the second hard kiss, Jasmin found herself topless, her breasts fully exposed to the evening. She tried to push Dr Stockton away, but there was no real effort in her resistance. Her body’s natural urges were taking precedence over her morals, allowing Dr Stockton to pin her against the alley wall, her arms held by her wrists above her head.

Dr Stockton’s breath was hot and wet on Jasmin’s neck as he said she should let go and enjoy what was happening, but it was more of an order than a suggestion. Dr Stockton then cursed as he expressed his desire for Jasmin and imposed his dominance over her by pulling up Jasmin’s dress and molesting her pantie-covered mound. Jasmin gasped at the blatant act, still unsure if she wanted to continue with what Dr Stockton was doing to her. She had never participated in such a wanton act in public before, it was not the sort of thing a respectable woman and mother would do.

Any conflict Jasmin felt between what was proper and what her natural desire craved was pushed aside when Dr Stockon told her how wet she was. It wasn’t until Dr Stockton was rubbing her pussy that she felt the sodden fabric of her panties against her skin. Jasmin whimpered submissively and then gasped as the Doctor’s fingers found her engorged nub. Jasmin’s sex sent out a spasm that caused her to arch backwards, throwing her head back and thrusting her bare tits out.

Dr Stockton instantly took full advantage of Jasmin’s momentary loss of control. He swiftly extracted his long hard cock from his pants and then lifted Jasmin and impaled her on his hot length. The penetration was so fast and so deep it caused Jasmin’s eyes to roll back in her head and let out a guttural moan. She hadn’t experienced a penis of such length and girth before nor the sensations it was causing deep in her body.

Instinctively Jasmin wrapped her legs around Dr Stockton as he began to steadily slide in and out of Jasmin’s dripping slit. She grunted with each stroke, so lost in her lust she was unable to form words. Dr Stockton picked up the pace and force of his thrusting until Jasmin was being banded against the alley wall like a rag doll. There was no longer any respect or sympathetic empathy from Dr Stockton, he just wanted to satisfy himself and Jasmin had willingly submitted.

Jasmin was lost in the carnal pleasure that Dr Stockton had ignited in her and was only torn from her semi-conscious state when the pounding stopped and Dr Stockton forcibly rammed himself as deep as possible into Jasmin and gave a deep grunt. Jasmin felt the hot wetness flood her insides which triggered her own release. She half squealed as her body jerked from the waves of satisfaction and then slumped into a limp bundle, only being kept upright by Dr Stockton.

 

[Makemyday]

Pat turned Jasmin to face him, and rammed his big cock deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him as he pushed himself up and into her, lightly slamming her against the alley wall as he fucked her. Her pussy was like burning liquid, and the pleasure that he felt made him dizzy. He kept thrusting, driving at her harder and harder until he was grunting with the effort. Finally he came, feeling his cock spurting deep inside Jasmin. In moments she was arching and shuddering through her own hard climax, while Pat panted and kept her pinned to the wall until their bodies had both slipped into exhaustion.

He pulled out of Jasmin, grinning and putting himself back in order, while Jasmin did the same.

"Fuck that was good," Pat said to Jasmin, kissing her. He looked up and down the alley. "And we're still alone. Don't you feel better now?" Slowly, they made their way back to the street, and he continued to walk her towards her home. Pat put his arm around Jasmin, pulling her in close to him so she could feel the warmth of his body. "Now don't go analyzing this and feeling guilty or anything," he admonished lightly. "We are consenting adults who have enjoyed each other's company and we deserve to feel that sort of pleasure, don't we? Sometimes we need to give ourselves permission to do things we might not have done otherwise, because someone else's voice is in our head telling us we're doing something wrong. Sometimes it is better to just do what makes us feel good."

The pair walked to Jasmin's home, holding hands, as Pat reassured her that this would not affect his professional relationship with her or Becky, and that he was excited to start the next day with her daughter, and help the two of them meet their personal challenges.

 

[Sindy Hunter]

Dr Stockton held on to Jasmin until she recovered from her orgasm. As she began to regain her senses he pulled his softening member out of her body. Jasmin gasped, feeling herself contract and the doctor's sperm leak from her, running down her thigh. Dr Stocked carefully lowered Jasmin to the floor, exclaiming how he had enjoyed their coupling. He was in a jovial mood and joked about them not getting caught.

Jasmin tried to appear as pleased as the doctor but instead, felt shame consume her. She couldn’t deny that the sex had been good, better than good, she hadn’t climaxed like that for a long time, if ever. The reason for her remorse wasn’t that she had sex with a virtual stranger, it was where they had done it. Jasmin was conflicted, she didn’t want to lose the growing friendship between her and Dr Stockton but she didn’t want to be treated like that, treated like a cheap tart, made to have sex in the open, in a dirty ally.

It was the kind of thing her ex-husband had pushed her for. He kept trying to persuade Jasmin to try various sexual acts that she considered degrading and humiliating. Jasmin now realised that her refusal had caused Grant to be seduced by his secretary. As Dr Stockton and Jasmin walked back to her home, the doctor noticed her quietness and reassured her that she shouldn’t be ashamed of what they did and she should enjoy the obvious pleasure she had. Jasmin took little comfort from Dr Stockton’s words. Yes, the sex had been wonderful, but she shouldn’t have allowed the doctor to have taken advantage of her in the way he did.

When they reached Jasmin’s home, Dr Stockton reassured Jasmin that he was still committed to helping both her and her daughter. Jasmin smiled and thanked the doctor for his company. She asked if he could start tutoring Becky the next day, suggesting that he call at 09:30. Jasmin said she would be at work by then so he wouldn’t be interrupted. Entering the house Jasmin couldn’t hear any sound of her daughter.

Jasmin wondered if Becky was still in the house. She went upstairs and knocked on her daughter’s bedroom door and pushed it open. Becky was lying on her bed reading, Jasmin could see that Becky had been crying, seemingly upset by their earlier argument. “Hi, honey… I’m sorry about earlier, I should have discussed having a tutor with you…”. Becky just gave her mother a withering look. Jasmin gave a frustrated sigh and said, “Dr Stockton will be here tomorrow at 09:30 for your first lesson… Please try to be civil, you might even enjoy it… Oh, and he wants you to wear your school uniform so you will be in the right frame of mind”.

Jasmin wanted for her daughter to reply but all she got was another icy stare. She closed Becky’s door and hoped her daughter would be in a better mood in the morning. Jasmin then went to shower before going to bed. As she undressed she revealed the evidence of her earlier sexual encounter. The dried semen on her thigh and the still-wet remnants of the sperm that soaked her panties. She felt ashamed but also aroused. She couldn’t deny the pleasure Dr Stockton’s cock had brought her, she just wished they had been in a more private and romantic location.

As Jasmin showered she began to think about being in the ally. How Dr Stockton had wanted her so badly, how she had tried to dissuade him when he wanted to be inside her but had allowed the doctor to use her, to roughly fuck her against a wall like a cheap whore. Jasmin moaned out loud as she came, her fingers buried in her pussy, furiously rubbing her excited nub. She slid down the wall of the shower stall, ending up sitting on the shower floor as the spasm of her climax subsided. She was shocked at her behaviour, that she had not realised she had been masturbating.

The next morning Jasmin rose early to make sure everything was ready for Dr Stockton. She got Becky’s uniform out of storage and hung it up ready for her to wear. By 08:30 Becky still hadn’t appeared from her bedroom and Jasmin went to confront her daughter. Entering the bedroom Jasmin found Becky still in bed. “Come on… Get up and stop sulking like a baby!” said Jasmin, unable to disguise that she was annoyed by her daughter still being difficult. Becky moaned, knowing her mother wasn’t going to relent with the tutoring. “OK… OK… I’ll have this stupid tutor… But I still think he’s a pervert” wined Becky as she started to get out of bed.

At 08:45 Jasmin was about to leave for work. She was relieved to see Becky was at least out of bed but her daughter was still in her dressing gown. As Jasmin put her coat on, she said to Becky “Now remember Dr Stockton wants you to wear your uniform… I think it will help the session feel more like you were back at your old school… Please, Becky, don’t misbehave… I’m doing this for your own good… Don’t throw away all the hard work you have done in the past”. With those final words, Jasmin left the house.

Deep down Becky knew her mother was trying to do the right thing, but since moving to the state school Becky had lost interest in education. Mixing with pupils from different social groups had stirred something in her, she thought she had missed out on something by being so focused on her studies. She wasn’t sure she wanted to go to university anymore. Becky just wanted time to relax and enjoy herself without the stress of schoolwork. The last thing she wanted was a tutor interfering with her free time.

B

ecky pondered how she could rid herself of the tutor. She recalled how some of the girls at her new school disrupted the classes they didn’t like by flaunting themselves at the teacher, making them feel uncomfortable. The girls would roll up the waistband of their skirts to shorten them and unfasten the top buttons of their blouses to expose what little cleavage they had. To Becky, it seemed like the ideal way to get rid of her tutor, making him so embarrassed and uneasy being around her that he wouldn’t want to teach her.

At 09:30 Dr Stockton rang the doorbell of the Rogers’ home. He waited for a moment before the door opened and there stood Becky, dressed in her school uniform that she had modified to make her look sexy. “Hi, Dr Stockton… Please come in… Mom told me to expect you” said Becky, trying to sound flirtatious. Beck walked down the hall, purposely swinging her hips like she had seen the ‘popular’ girls at school do. She looked back over her shoulder and with a big grin on her face asked “Shall we do it in the kitchen?”.

 

[Makemyday]

Pat was slightly surprised when Becky met him at the door. He was more surprised by what he saw. She had shortened her uniform skirt, and had left her blouse unbuttoned part way down her chest. She gave him a saucy look as she asked him in and then asked him if they should do it in the kitchen. The innuendo and her physical appearance did not go unnoticed, but Pat simply smiled and shut the door.

"Good morning Becky," he said cheerfully. "I have done it in the kitchen, and practically every other room you might have in the house. So it matters not to me where we ... do it." He winked at her, and came over. "I like what you've done with the uniform," he said, admiring the girl's chest. He grinned as his gaze slowly moved down her body, and took in her smooth, bare legs. She had a tight little body on her, and her mother's good looks. He wondered if she was a good fuck like mom too. "Would you mind going to the kitchen and getting things ready there? I shall only be a moment."

As Becky left, Pat looked around, and saw no sign of Jasmin being present. He knew she worked during the day, so it was likely she had already left. He was alone with Becky. He looked around the place, able to investigate a little more since Jasmin wasn't there. He saw very few family photos, except for one of Jasmin and Becky on some sort of beach holiday. Both were smiling, standing on the sand in cute bikinis. The other photos were of Becky playing sports, or photos of her as a child. There were no photos he could see of the father.

Picking up his case again, he headed to the kitchen to begin the day with Becky. She was sitting on a chair with her arms crossed, apparently not pleased with how he had responded to her greeting. He pulled out some papers and sat a while, explaining to Becky how he intended to approach things with her. First off, he had a series of small quizzes he wanted her to complete that would assess her current mastery of the subjects she had been studying in school. Once he had a baseline of where she was at, he would start with reviewing some of the material, before moving on to lessons on new material. He also mentioned there would be assessments related to physical education, which he had planned for the afternoon. He gave the quizzes to Becky, and told her how much time she had to complete them. Then he left her alone, as he went to check out the basement space Jasmin said he would be able to use.

 

[Sindy Hunter]

Becky’s plan of embarrassing her tutor failed in an instant. Instead of being shocked by Becky’s suggestive behaviour, Dr Stockton seemingly approved of it, not attempting to disguise the leering look he gave Becky and making the double-entendre comment that he had done “it” in every room in a house and also remarking at her slutty attire.

The teenage girl felt completely deflated, going from fem-fatal to silly girl in just a moment. Becky trudged, head down, into the kitchen. She took a seat at the table and waited for Dr Stockton to return, It was she that now felt embarrassed, foolish and self-conscious. By the time Dr Stockton returned, Becky had fastened her blouse and was sitting arms crossed and scowling.

Becky was relieved that Dr Stockton didn’t mention her attempt to upset him. Instead, he explained what his approach to Becky’s education would be, saying that he wasted her to complete a series of small tests so he could evaluate her current level of knowledge. Dr Stockton also told Becky that he intended to include physical exercise within his plan, which brought a huff from Becky.

Dr Stockton gave Becky several test papers and a time in which they were all to be completed. He then left Becky to complete the assigned work. Once she was alone Becky gave a deep sigh of defeat. She then had another idea of how she might rid herself of the awful Dr Stockton. If she aced his tests it would prove that she didn’t need any extra schooling and his services wouldn’t be required.

Becky first read through the test papers and smiled. She had already covered all of the topics at her previous school where she was a least twelve months ahead of the syllabus of the state school. By the time Dr Stockton returned, Becky had completed all the tests and was grinning smugly. As Dr Stockton sat down Becky pushed the pile of papers forward, sarcastically smiled and said “There… All done!”.

 

[Makemyday]

It seems that Becky had made short work of the tests he had given her. He was impressed, but would have to check her work first to confirm she knew what she was talking about.

"Very good Becky," he complimented. "I have a few more for you to do, on units that follow. Please work on those while I review your work," he said. She did not look happy, but set to work as he left the room. He sat in the living room, and looked at her tests. She did not to badly, but was far from being completely correct. He corrected her work, and went back into the kitchen where Becky continued to work.

"You were fast, but not always correct," he admonished Becky. "That sort of sloppiness will not be tolerated. You can do better." He looked at Becky, his face a picture of stern concentration. "From now on, your sloppy work will have consequences. And this," he said, taking a slim, wooden paddle from his bag, "will be the consequence." He let her look at the paddle, about a foot long and half-an-inch thick. There were some holes in the business part of it.
"In many private schools they still use the cane," he replied, "but I reserve the cane for serious infractions. So I suggest you take your time, work hard and do your best. Your mother is counting on you."

He slipped the paddle back into his case. "You will not fail your mother. More importantly, you will not fail yourself. You are a bright young woman, Becky, and I expect that at all times you give me your best. Do that, and we shall get along well." He left Becky with that and retreated back in to the living room, adjusting his pants so his erection would be less visible. He already suspected that Becky had a nice, tight ass underneath that uniform skirt, and he fully expected that she was going to feel his paddle's sting more than once during her time with him.

 

[Sindy Hunter]

As Becky worked on the next set of tests she repeatedly glanced at Dr Stockton, watching him checking her answers on the first set of test papers. She was convinced she had aced them, she had always achieved top grades in all subjects at her former private school, it was only since moving to the state school that her results had slipped, together with an increasingly bad attitude.

Dr Stockton methodically studied each of the test papers, occasionally making annotations with a red pen. Finally, he shuffled the papers back into a single pile and wrote his scoring on the top sheet. He passed the stack of papers back to Becky. When she read the mark that Dr Stockton had given, her smug smile vanished and was replaced by her more usual scowl. “Fucking 6 out of 10!” thought Becky, she had thought she had scored at least 9.

While Becky glared at Dr Stockton he went through each paper, highlighting where he had seen errors. There were only three questions that were undeniably answered incorrectly, the other things he had picked up on were a few misspelt words and punctuation errors. Becky thought Dr Stockton had been extremely petty and the score he had given her was totally unfair.

Dr Stockton then assessed Becky’s approach to the test, telling her she had been more focused on doing the test quickly than doing it right. He added that he considered her work to be sloppy and it was not something he would tolerate. Becky gave a derisory huff, showing she didn’t care what Dr Stockton thought. The tutor’s expression turned to one of displeasure, he reached into his bag and took out a long strip of wood that looked a bit like a ruler.

Tapping the length of wood against his palm, Dr Stockton said there would be consequences if Becky continued to work so carelessly, even saying that he would consider using a cane if necessary. Becky looked at the wooden implement in disbelief. She knew exactly what Dr Stockton was suggesting and couldn’t believe he would dare do such a thing. Becky was sure her mother would never allow Dr Stockton to use physical punishment.

Dr Stockton continued to lecture Becky, telling her she was obviously bright, but needed to change her behaviour and attitude since she was failing both herself and her mother. He told Becky that he was there to help but she needed to put in the effort. Becky thought if Dr Stockton was trying to frighten her she wasn’t going to give in to such bullying.

Becky continued to work, slower than before. She glanced at the kitchen clock and saw that her mother would be home in less than an hour. Becky was still determined to get rid of her tutor and started to form another plan that would give a reason for him to be sacked. She needed to get her timing right, needing her mother to arrive at exactly the right time.

Ten minutes before Jasmin usually returned home from work, Becky finished the last question on the test papers. Once again she handed them to Dr Stockton and sat back waiting for his reaction, trying not to smile. Dr Stockton began marking the answers Becky had provided. Initially, it seemed Becky had heeded his advice, her answers were correct together with the grammar and punctuation.

Then he came to a question that asked for the names of the male and female sexual organs. Becky had drawn a picture of cock-and-balls and beneath it written ‘fuck stick’. Next to that illustration, she had created a primitive picture of a vagina with the words ‘fuck hole’ written under it. Becky heard Dr Stockton inhale sharply and watched an angry look form on his face. She smiled at him, daring him to make good on his threat to physically punish her, thinking it was all bluff.

 

[Makemyday]

The second set of tests were better, Becky had actually taken her time and done well. That was, up until the questions about sexuality. She had left some crude pictures and descriptions for Pat to find, and they were designed to provoke. He was not impressed with her attitude, and let Becky know that she had made a grave error.

"What did you think you were doing, putting that in there?," he asked? "Do you think this is a joke? Is your education a joke to you? Let me assure you that it is not a joke to me, and now I think it is time you learned to take this seriously." He put her papers away, and took the paddle out of his bag. "Come here, and stand with your hands flat on the table," he commanded Becky. When she refused, he shook his head. "You are digging yourself into a bigger hole as we go," he said. "Now you are going over my lap."

Becky looked shocked as Pat grabbed the girl by the wrist and hauled her out to the living room. He sat down heavily on the sofa, and pulled Becky across his lap. He kept a grip on her wrist, pulling it behind and pinning it against her back, while he set his paddle down and flipped her skirt away, revealing her bottom that was clad in slim panties. As she struggled, he hooked his legs over hers, trapping them between his. She continued to squirm on his lap, but fortunately he was not aroused enough that she would feel him yet. He took up the paddle, and told Becky to hold still. Without warning, he brought the paddle down sharply on her buttocks, the wood making a loud sound as it slammed into her behind.

He laid into her with the paddle, the strokes turning her round ass cheeks a bright red. He lectured her as he spanked, telling her that she needed to grow up and start taking things seriously, or she was destined for trouble. Towards the end, he pulled down her panties, and gave several good smacks to her bare ass, pleased to see her ample flesh jiggle and move from the harsh blows. Just as importantly, he got a glimpse of her pussy, which appeared to be bare from careful shaving. He grinned, and gave two final hard spanks to the writhing girl, before pulling her panties up. He would have liked to play with it a bit, but it was too soon for that yet. In time, he would have that pussy for himself.

"Now go stand in the corner," he ordered, pulling Becky to her feet and directing her there. She went willingly, but slowly as he directed. "Now, I want you to take some time and reflect on this Becky," he said seriously. "If you don't start making an effort, you'll find yourself over my knee again. Or worse," he added with a slight threat in his voice.

At that moment, he heard the door, and knew that Jasmin had just returned home.

 

[Sindy Hunter]

Just as Becky predicted, her obscene images and words enraged Dr Stockton. He asked Becky if she thought her education was a joke. The teenage girl just continued to smile, raising an eyebrow to show her disinterest. Becky’s lack of respect enflamed Dr Stockton’s anger. He reached into his bag, retrieving the flat wooden paddle he had shown Becky earlier, and ordered Becky to stand at the edge of the kitchen table with her hands flat on the tabletop.

Becky sneered and said, “Oh Yeah, like that’s going to happen!” still thinking Dr Stockton was bluffing. She watched Dr Stockton’s expression turn deadly serious and began to realise she had gone too far. Dr Stockton growled that Becky had only made things worse for herself, resulting in her going over his lap for her punishment. Becky tried to get up from the table and escape the kitchen, but Dr Stockton was too quick for her.

Suddenly, Becky felt Dr Stockton’s hand clamp around her wrist and then pull her up and away from the kitchen table. “Wh… What!” was all Becky could say while being dragged into the living room, spun around and placed across Dr Stockton’s lap, who had seated himself on the sofa. Becky landed heavily and was disoriented. Before she could start to struggle, Dr Stockton had pinned her in place. All Becky could do, was kick the lower half of her legs and move her head.
Feeling her skirt being folded up over her bottom, Becky wailed “Nooo!” and wriggled in a vain attempt to break free.

Dr Stockton told Becky to remain still, a hint of excitement in his voice. No sooner had the tutor spoken a loud crack sounded and Becky’s backside felt like it had caught fire. “Aaaghh!...” screamed Becky, gyrating her hips, trying to escape the burning that was consuming the cubby cheeks of her bottom. Becky didn’t get the chance to protest further as a flurry of strokes from the paddle landed all over her rounded rump.

As the blows rained down, Becky could hear Dr Stockton admonishing her. There was no threat in his voice, he delivered his words calmly in a rhythm that matched that of the paddle strikes. Then the blows stopped and Becky gasped for air and started to sob, “P… Please… No…”. Becky thought her ordeal was over but then felt her panties being tugged over her hips and down her legs. “No!... Don’t!... You mustn’t!” Becky squealed. Although having her underwear removed was bad enough, it was what was about to be revealed that alarmed the teenage girl.

During the last few weeks, Becky had taken more interest in rebelling. Her bad behaviour and attitude at school were part of it, but she wanted to do something that would make her feel ‘badass’. She had heard some of the girls at school talking about one girl in particular who was the one all the boys wanted to be with, and all the girls wanted to be like. The rumour was that the girl shaved her pussy, to make herself look like a porn star. Becky found the idea exciting and one day, when her mother was at work, Becky shaved herself. She loved the result and spent the rest of the morning playing with her smooth pussy.

Becky’s secret was now going to be revealed. If she had been able to keep her legs together she might have kept what little modesty she had, but as soon as her panties had been yanked down Dr Stockton began to punish her again, this time using the palm of his hands. The blows didn’t sing as much as the paddle but seemed to add more heat to Becky’s tender ass. Her legs flailed as she tried to escape the throbbing heat exposing her naked slit. Soon the blows ended and Becky felt her panties being pulled up. She winced as the flimsy cotton panties were pulled over her red raw bottom but was too exhausted to move, hanging limp across Dr Stockton’s lap.

The living room was quiet except for the sound of Becky sobbing. Dr Stockton allowed her to recover for a few seconds and then pulled her upright and told her to stand in the corner of the room facing the wall, just like a naughty child in primary school. Becky gingerly walked across the room, each step enflaming the heat that spread across her entire bottom. She stood crying softly, occasionally wiggling her hips in an attempt to find some relief. She felt foolish and afraid, wondering what Dr Stockton was capable of.

Just when Becky thought things couldn’t get any worse, she heard the sound of her mother’s voice. Becky had wanted Jasmin to catch Dr Stockton threatening to punish her, not to find Becky with a very sore bottom being humiliated by being made to stand in the corner of the room. “Hi… I’m home…” called out Jasmin as she entered the house. As she walked past the living room she saw Dr Stockton sitting on the sofa. “Oh, I thought you were using the kitchen…” said Jasmin, smiling as she stepped into the room.

It took a moment for Jasmin to realise what she was seeing. “W… What’s been going on?... Why is Becky standing there?” gasped Jasmin, her smile replaced by a look of concern. She looked at Dr Stockton who simply raised an eyebrow and nodded towards Becky, indicating Jasmin should speak to her daughter. Jasmin walked over to Becky and said, “Why are you standing here?... What have you done?” already sounding like she suspected Becky was the cause of whatever was happening.