A Visit to the Tutor 3 — Toning Up for College

Conclusion to the trilogy, from Blushes 76

‘I’m sorry, Derek. I can’t help it. You know I can’t help it. But if I’m going to get a place at St Cuthbert’s, well, I’ve got to do what he wants.’

Got to do what? Does Derek know what Susan has to do? Or submit to? In pursuit of her place at St Cuthbert’s. No he doesn’t, is the answer. Derek most certainly doesn’t. But when Susan says ‘I’ve got to’ she is merely referring to an extended tutorial session, not to what may happen at the session.

Susan and Derek are parked in Derek’s oldish Escort for a relatively brief lunchtime meeting. Susan was due to see Derek later today after her tutorial with Mr Robson this afternoon. For a proper meeting when they could drive out in the country and then either in the back seat or outside on a blanket Derek could get a bit of what a young man fancies. What a young man indeed needs from his girlfriend at regular and reasonably frequent intervals.

But Mr Robson has phoned Susan to say it may be appropriate to extend this afternoon’s session. In view of the extra work Susan needs to do. And therefore he can’t be sure when he will be finished with the lovely girl. So it looks as if Susan will not be available to take down her knickers and open her thighs either on the Escort’s back seat or on Derek’s blanket. She may of course have her knickers down for Mr Robson but Derek doesn’t know that.

Derek feels like saying: Bugger Mr Robson and bugger St Cuthbert’s. Or something like it. But of course such a sentiment, and such an expression, would not find favour with his young lady. Susan is dead-set on getting a place at St Cuths and to get in she needs the tutoring. And if her tutors prescribe extra visits or longer ones she has to agree.

‘Don’t be annoyed, Derek dear. Please. You know you want me to get in.’

Derek says, ‘I guess so.’ But the truth is he is not particularly keen on Susan going to St Cuthbert’s. Derek is not himself going to college, he is starting work instead in his father’s D-I-Y business. Susan could have had a job there as well, secretarial work in the office, but that didn’t appeal to her. No, she had set her heart on going to college. St Cuthbert’s.

There is of course no time for anything now. No time for anything of a sexual nature, though Derek would dearly like to get something now if there is to be nothing this evening. But there is certainly no time, Susan has to do an errand for her mother and then… it is Mr Robson. Get on her bike and ride over to Mr Robson’s.

‘Just think of me, Derek,’ she tells him. ‘I’m the one who has to go and it’s not exactly enjoyable. It’s hard work.’

Yes. Of course. Is Susan thinking of Mrs Mildale’s dreadful cane when she says this? Or Mr Pirbright in that summerhouse. She didn’t exactly enjoy doing that with Mr Pirbright. Or of course Mr Robson: the very keen bottom-spanker. It’s a pity Susan can’t tell Derek about these trials. But clearly she can’t.

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The cat is there when Susan arrives. Mr Robson’s tabby cat which strolls out of the shrubbery as she wheels her bike round to the side of the garage. Susan is not particularly keen on cats and pushes it away with her foot. She is anyway not in a very good mood. Because for one thing she left Derek in a bad mood.

The main cause of that of course was that Derek is not going to get anything this evening. He will not be able to fuck her in other words. Susan was not too keen that Derek got in a bad mood just because of that, it shouldn’t be so important to him. And really he probably doesn’t care if she gets into St Cuthbert’s or not. The other reason Susan is not in a great mood is Mr Robson. The thought of an extended session with him. A normal length one is bad enough. She can be pretty sure she is going to get her knickers taken down. And her bare bottom spanked. It is not something to look forward to with pleasurable anticipation.

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‘Do you know what I think, Susan dear?’ Mr Robson says. ‘I had this sudden thought. What you need is toning up. A fit mind in a fit body. You know? And you’re not fit are you? I mean not really. I know you ride your bike. With those lovely thighs in delightful action. But it’s not real fitness, is it? Like say running.’

Mr Robson greets Susan with this when he opens the door to her and it takes a little while for her mind to focus. Mr Robson has at the same time greeted her with a hand reaching to grope at her bottom and this doesn’t help focus a girl’s thoughts either. What is he saying?

What Mr Robson is saying is that they are going to have some exercises. Or rather Susan is going to do some exercising and Mr Robson is going to supervise and direct. And encourage, keep her up to the mark. With a broad leather strap which he has acquired from somewhere.

In his study Mr Robson produces the strap and waves it in front of Susan’s face. Exercise is going to sharpen up her mind and no doubt her essays will then be ten times better. If they’re not of course… well, it can only mean she’s not trying. Either at the exercise or at her essays. And the strap will deal with that.

So Susan is told to strip off. Brief knickers and a little sleeveless vest are all that are needed for exercise. And maybe as her exercising progresses and Susan gets hotted up, the knickers and vest can be dispensed with and she can exercise in the nude. But for the moment…

With her head in a bit of a whirl Susan takes off her things. This is quite out of the blue, this talk of exercise. What exercise? Mr Robson has mentioned running. Susan does not like the sound of that. She is taking off her things with Mr Robson of course in close attendance. His hands in close attendance. As Susan’s skirt and blouse come off. And then, yes, her knickers and bra. Mr Robson’s hands are at her lovely nude boobs. Susan is not going to need a bra for this exercising.

When she has everything off and Mr Robson has had a thorough manual check of everything — every part of Susan’s delicious anatomy that is — she can put on the little white vest and knickers that Mr Robson has ready. Also a pair of sneakers. They are going to do some running. Or Susan is. And the white knee socks and smart black shoes which Mr Robson likes Susan to wear are not suitable for running. Neither would bare feet be. The running is going to be out in the country.

‘Hard running for perhaps half-an-hour,’ Mr Robson tells her. ‘How are you going to cope with that?’

Susan doesn’t think she can cope with it at all, it is a dreadful thought. She shakes her head. Mr Robson pulls her close, his arms round her. His fingers dig deep into the crack of her succulent bottom.

‘You had better do well, young lady.’ He gives a little laugh, and then kisses Susan. She thinks briefly of Derek as she takes Mr Robson’s tongue in her mouth.

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They go out in Mr Robson’s car to a place in the country: a wood. It is in fact a place that Susan and Derek sometimes come to, quiet and secluded, a spot where a young couple can park and indulge in a little clandestine sexual intercourse undisturbed. At some other seemingly promising spots for this sort of thing you can in fact get loiterers prowling around, voyeurs hoping to observe a young couple engage in the act. That can be a problem on the common for instance where Susan and Derek have been bothered by such attentions. But not here.

‘Ever been out here?’ Mr Robson asks as they get out of his BMW. Flushing Susan shakes her head. Mr Robson grabs her, guessing the truth. ‘I bet you have. With that boyfriend. Eh?’ His hand slides between Susan’s legs to rub at her slit on the tight sports knickers.

Susan finally admits she has. Mr Robson’s awful hand is getting her all hot ‘I should stop you seeing that young bloke,’ he says. ‘I’m sure it’s affecting your work. That is not the kind of exercise you need, young lady. Not at all. Now then, let’s see these lovely legs in action!’

Running! Round this peaty track which forms a little circuit in the wood. Round and round. The circuit is small enough that Mr Robson standing in the one spot can observe Susan all the way round, so there can be no slacking or taking a rest. She has to keep going hard. Because for one thing Mr Robson has that dreadful strap and every time Susan passes him, every minute or so…

‘Aaaaaooowwwwhh!’

It is very soon killing her. The running, and that diabolical strap. Susan’s legs and lungs are killing her but Mr Robson doesn’t let her stop. Not at least for an impossibly long time.

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Back at Mr Robson’s house he says she had better strip off and get in the bath. He had no idea how unfit she was. This is undoubtedly why Susan’s work hasn’t been better. They are clearly going to need to do the running several times a week to get her in shape and properly toned up.

Susan is still feeling the effects of that awful session. Pushing herself to the limit. Not to mention that strap with which Mr Robson urged her on every time she passed him. The thought of that experience several times a week makes her feel ill.

Susan is all sweaty from her efforts and getting in a warm bath is a pleasant thought — or it would be if it were not for Mr Robson. He comes into the bathroom just as she is slipping off her sweaty garments. And Susan’s head gives a nasty little skip. Because Mr Robson has that strap in his hand again.

Grinning he reaches to slide it down in the water, then holds it dripping.

‘Wet leather on wet flesh, my dear. Wet leather on a freshly-bathed girl’s bottom. How does that sound?’

It sounds mind-boggling. Susan makes a whimpering sound.

‘They say it is hotter than a cane. Hotter than Mrs Mildale’s cane, Susan. My word!’

‘No…’ she yelps. ‘No… please…’

Mr Robson reaches his hand into the warm water, then slides it up over Susan’s nude boobs. He says he has to do something in the garden: he’ll be back in 20 minutes for her.

‘Standing on the loo,’ he adds laughing. ‘And holding the strap for me.’

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The strap hurts but maybe is not quite as bad as Mrs Mildale’s cane. Mr Robson says he could have given Susan it a lot harder. He says this afterwards, when he is putting that stuff on her bottom, to ease the sting. Because it did really sting even though perhaps not as bad as the cane.

Afterwards Mr Robson wants the other. The same as Mr Pirbright. The same as Derek in fact — although of course Derek is Susan’s boyfriend. Upstairs in bed. The bedroom overlooking the side of the garden near the garage where if you looked out you could see Susan’s bike, with also that cat strolling about. But Susan isn’t looking, she is on the bed. With Mr Robson.

What is in Susan’s pretty head, at this moment as she performs in the bed with Mr Robson? Is she enjoying it? She is probably enjoying it to a certain extent. At the level of simple physical pleasure. No doubt she shouldn’t be enjoying it but if what is happening is pleasurable, the pleasant friction of the male organ sliding in and out, then it is enjoyable. At the purely physical level at least.

What also is in Susan’s head? Flitting thoughts of Derek probably, but she certainly doesn’t want to dwell on them. And thoughts of St Cuthbert’s of course. Oh yes, St Cuths! She can think of that with pleasure. Mr Robson and Mrs Mildale, not to mention Mr Pirbright, are getting her into St Cuths. That is the best thought of all. Thinking of St Cuths and with the physical pleasure of what Mr Robson is expertly doing Susan realises that she is going to come.