A Tutor for Amanda

First in a two-part story from Blushes 56

‘Have you got a Disciplinary Tutor organised?’ Mike asked.

‘Ah… no. Not yet.’

‘You should get that sorted out,’ Mike told Bob. ‘You haven’t got long now. And sometimes they’re pretty well booked up. A good reliable one, I mean.’

Mike Anwing and Bob Flancher were in the pub, chatting over pints of bitter. The subject was Bob’s impending marriage — and more especially his intended, Amanda. She was a very pretty girl with a lovely figure. Somewhat independently-minded too it could be said. So on both these counts one would say a young husband would be well-advised to have her sent to a Disciplinary Tutor. Young women who hadn’t had disciplinary training could very easily prove a problem. Especially of course attractive ones who could catch the roving eye of other males. A session with a good tutor who knew what he was doing would avoid such problems before they developed.

‘Yes,’ said Bob. ‘You’re right of course. He still sounded dubious though. The fact was that although he accepted the truth of what was being said he didn’t like the thought of actually sending Amanda to one of those men. The thought of what he would be doing to her — well, although there was no doubt it would be really excellent for her (and for his own future happiness) he still didn’t like the idea.

‘You don’t sound too sure,’ Mike said.

Bob grinned ruefully. ‘Well… you know. I don’t like the idea I must admit. Your Susan went to one I suppose?’

‘Oh yes. Certainly. I didn’t want any trouble with her. And I don’t get any. She remembers those two weeks I can tell you. And if there’s ever a hint of a problem… well I simply ask her if she’d like to go back to that Mr Greeling for a refresher. She goes as quiet as a mouse when I mention that. And take this evening. I’m here at the pub with you and I know she’s at home getting on with her jobs. Not like some other blokes we could mention who as soon as they’re out of sight their wives are having a bit on the side. A nice sly fuck. Is that what you want your Amanda to be doing?’

Bob blinked. ‘She wouldn’t. Amanda wouldn’t be like that.’

Mike gave a mirthless laugh. ‘Don’t you believe it. They can all be like it once they’ve got that ring on their finger. And get a proper taste for it. If there’s nothing to hold them back even the quietest, sweetest ones can be giving it away in all directions before you can say Jack Robinson.’

Bob shook his head. That couldn’t be true. Not as bad as that. But there was no doubt that a girl might be tempted. Perhaps, just possibly even his dearest Amanda. When the first glamour of marriage had worn off a little. And in other areas too. He didn’t really want to boss Amanda about but did want her to do as he wished. ‘I know you’re right of course,’ he said.

‘Of course I’m right. Even Susan would admit I’m right.’ Mike laughed. ‘If she didn’t I’d only have to wag my finger at her a couple of times and she’d get the message and agree.’

Bob took a big mouthful of his beer, as if to fortify himself. His voice came out lower, a half whisper. ‘Did… he screw her? This bloke. The tutor. I mean you do hear that. That’s he’s not only going to cane her. He’s going to… do the other as well. Did he?’

Perhaps it wasn’t a question Mike had expected but he answered it. ‘Yes. I expect so. Well I know so. Well what do you expect if he’s got her there for a couple of weeks at his place. One of the perks of the job I suppose you could say. It’s nothing to get excited about. And she didn’t enjoy it. Not when she’d just had the cane before and knew she would be getting it again afterwards.’

‘Well I’m not too keen on that I must admit,’ Bob said, certainly not sounding keen. ‘I don’t relish the thought of him putting the cane across Amanda’s bare bottom. But the thought of that other…’

‘What would you rather have then?’ Mike leant forward on the table. ‘Just this bloke. While she’s at his place for the two weeks. And that’s it, finished. Or all the other blokes that’re going to come along. Eh? What would you rather have, Bob?’

The answer was clear of course. Except that Bob wasn’t convinced that was the choice. Amanda wouldn’t be doing that sort of thing. Well, he didn’t think so. But could he be sure? No, he couldn’t. And he did want her to be obedient.

‘What… What’s his name? This one that Susan went to. I mean you would recommend him?’

‘Greeley. Arthur Greeley. Oh yes. Very sound. Very good. A first-rate disciplinarian. And he’s older. Sixty or thereabouts.’ Mike produced a rueful laugh. ‘So at least he’s not going to be thinking about that other all the time. Not at that age. Not like a younger bloke would be who’s got a good-looking girl for a couple of weeks.’

But this chap had done it. Sixty or not. He had screwed Susan, Mike had said so. ‘I don’t really know why I can’t do it myself,’ Bob said. ‘The discipline I mean. Get a cane and just… use it when I need to.’

Mike is shaking his head. ‘No way. There’s no way you can. Not to do it properly. She’d probably just refuse — or start crying or something. Pleading. And you simply wouldn’t be able to. No, you need an outsider, someone not emotionally involved. Any outsider would be better than you. I would be better for your Amanda than you. I could cane her. But of course I’m not trained, or experienced, like a man who’s properly into it. No, you’ve get to go to a bone fide man. And this Arthur Greeley is very good.’

Mike drained his glass. ‘Look. Why don’t I contact him for you. Get him to come round to see you and Amanda. A little get-together and you can make the arrangements.’

Bob doesn’t want to say yes. The die will be cast then. But he knows he must bite the bullet. There’s no doubt it will be worth it in the long run. He nods. ‘OK.’ The word comes out a bit squeaky but he has said it.

----//----

The meeting is arranged at Amanda’s house where she is still living at the moment with her parents. A Saturday afternoon when her parents will be out because for something like this obviously you want to know you won’t be interrupted. It is the Saturday before the wedding in fact so Amanda is nervous because of that as well as, naturally, nervous of meeting this Mr Greeley. She has pleaded with Bob that she doesn’t want it — as naturally all girls plead when faced with the prospect. Sometimes these pleadings can be effective and the young soon-to-be husband is persuaded to change his mind. Bob Flancher, though, has got his work-mate Mike who daily makes sure he is not weakening. So they are going through with it.

‘It won’t be anything really,’ Bob keeps assuring Amanda. ‘Nothing to get excited about. And in the long term — well everyone says it’s a very good thing.’

Everyone doesn’t say it is a good thing of course. Feminists don’t. But nowadays feminists are somewhat in retreat; it is back to traditional values. Most people say that discipline is a good thing. Many men think that the cane is a good thing for women. Older women frequently agree with this — for younger women. Amanda is not at all convinced. But if Bob is going to insist on it… she does not really have a lot of choice.

Mr Greeley is sixtyish-looking — which Bob finds somewhat reassuring. For the reason Mike mentioned. A man this age surely won’t want to… all the time. Though the thought of him doing it at all is pretty sickening. What about Amanda? What does she think about that aspect? Or perhaps she doesn’t realise. Certainly Bob hasn’t mentioned that side to her. She is blushing slightly as she says hello to the visitor — but that is probably simply thinking of this man caning her bare bottom. That is no doubt bad enough — and of course it is bad enough for Bob. He is again wishing he hadn’t decided to go through with this.

Amanda and Bob sit on the settee and the visitor takes the chair opposite. Arthur Greeley sees a very pretty girl with soft brown hair in jersey and plaid skirt which when she was standing indicated a nicely rounded, shapely figure. Very nice. She is just 20 he has already been informed, the young man 22. Yes, very nice indeed.

‘Are you a virgin, Amanda?’ he asks, giving the girl a full, direct stare. He likes to start right out with a possibly disconcerting query, to see the reaction. The reaction now is a blush… and a softly hesitant ‘Yes.’

Arthur Greeley smiles. ‘So it will be all new then. In a week’s time. And you’ll be feeling a bit sore I expect. Having it for the first time. Mmm?’

The blush deepens, her face bright red now. The young man is looking embarrassed too. Another expansive smile from Mr Greeley. ‘No need to be shy about it, young lady. Not with me. A girl is sore when it goes in her for the first time.’

Amanda squirms her bottom on the settee. Arthur Greeley eyes her bare knees: she is wearing knee-socks and demure flat-heeled shoes. Yes, very choice indeed.

‘But that won’t be the only place you’ll be sore, my dear. When you come to see me. Have you ever been caned?’

Amanda’s soft mouth opens but no words come out, just a shake of her head. This all pretty dreadful, a lot worse that she has anticipated. Bob is finding it bad too and once more is wondering why he ever let Mike persuade him into this. Not everyone does it, not every new wife is sent to a Disciplinary Tutor, probably a lot less than 50 per cent. And he is sure Amanda wouldn’t be acting in the way Mike has luridly gone on about. But it is too late now.

Mr Greeley seems to be enjoying himself. ‘It hurts of course. I make sure it does. I make sure a girl has a really sore bottom. Because unless it really hurts her it won’t leave an indelible impression on her mind. Not to mention her bottom! But there’s got to be that indelible memory so that at any time in the future when there’s the slightest tendency to backsliding…’

Mr Greeley’s smile takes in both Amanda and Bob. ‘You both understand that of course. And may I say you are both being very sensible. Yes. Well, I should like to see you right after the honeymoon, Amanda. As soon as you’re back and before you start your regular married life together. That is always best.’ He takes out his diary and makes a note. ‘Two full weeks from the 28^th then. And of course you have my address. Now then…’

Mr Greeley is putting the diary back in his pocket. ‘What I should like now is a little preliminary session with Amanda. Nothing more than a chat really but I always like to. So if, young man, you would like to leave us. Perhaps a little walk. You can come back in an hour. That will be quite long enough for what Amanda and I need to… ah… discuss.’

Bob and Amanda look at each other. Neither has been expecting this. Amanda wants to blurt out ’No! I can’t!’ The thought of being alone with Mr Greeley fills her with intense alarm, even if it is for ‘nothing more than a chat’. She is going to have to stay with him of course — for two whole weeks! — but that is not now and maybe she can still somehow get out of it. Amanda shakes her head. ‘I… uh…’ Desperately trying to think of some reason why she can’t.

Bob feels very much the same way. ‘Uh… is it… really necessary? I mean we’ve got to…’

Mr Greeley is getting to his feet. Whatever it is they’ve got to do he doesn’t want to know. ‘It is necessary,’ he says firmly. ‘I always like to have a private word with the young lady at the outset. Oh yes it is very necessary indeed.’

Bob and Amanda exchange glances. Amanda’s is pleading, Bob’s a look of helplessness. They have got to their feet. Mr Greeley more or less ushers Bob out. ‘An hour,’ he says. ‘Give us a good hour.’ A beaming smile.

‘Now young lady.’ With the door closed on Bob Mr Greeley turns back to Amanda. Who is standing on trembly legs. ‘It seems to me you were almost saying you didn’t want a little talk. Is that correct?’

Amanda shakes her head. ‘No…oooo.’

‘Please don’t tell me little lies, my dear. That will only make it worse. I believe I am a reasonable judge of such matters. Especially in a young woman. I think we’ll go upstairs. To your bedroom. Can you lead the way please?’

Amanda opens her mouth to speak — to protest probably — but in the face of Mr Greeley’s intimidating look does not. An indecisive little move and then she turns… and leads him out. Up the stairs. To her bedroom.

‘What a pretty bed,’ the visitor says. It has high brass ends and a quilted cover. ‘Yes very pretty. Like Amanda, eh? But she is clearly in need of some discipline. That is frequently the case with pretty girls.’

Amanda is feeling sick. He is… not going to do anything now…? Is he? Mr Greeley takes her arm. ‘Stand here. Nice and straight. And lift your skirt up. At the front. Up to your waist. Let me have a look at you. Let me see the rest of those pretty legs.’

Amanda can’t believe this is happening. Why has Bob let it happen? Why doesn’t she refuse? Because she can’t. If she tries… he will just grab her, she knows he will. An excuse to start… what? Spanking her? Take her knickers down? Amanda’s hands move to take hold of the hem of her plaid skirt. Sliding it up. ‘Right up, my dear. Come on. And don’t take all day.’

Arthur Greeley’s keen eyes take it in. The lovely pale thighs. The demure, partially transparent white knickers hugging her rounded flanks like a second skin. He moves forward. Amanda’s hands drop the skirt.

Mr Greeley is in close. ‘Did I tell you to drop your skirt, young lady? Did I?’ He is very close. Scarily close. A jerky shake of Amanda’s head, brown curls bobbing. Then a squeaky gasp. Mr Greeley’s hands are on her boobs. Lightly palming them through the thin jersey.

‘Then lift it up again, Amanda.’

Mr Greeley is almost touching her. His hands of course are touching her. Holding her boobs. Amanda can feel herself sweating. ‘Get it up, Miss.’

She does it. Her hands at her sides sliding the skirt right up again. One of Mr Greeley’s hands lets go of what it is holding. Slides down Amanda’s front… to check…

‘That’s better. And now I am going to give you a spanking, Amanda. A preliminary to what you’re going to get in those two weeks you’ll be with me. I hope you’re going to be a good girl and take it without any fuss. Mmm…?’

Amanda doesn’t answer. Mr Greeley’s second hand has let go of her boob now. But his other hand… is lightly at the juncture of her thighs. Where her skirt is right up and there is only the thin knickers.

----//----

Amanda and Mr Greeley are in the sitting room when Bob gets back. Exactly on the hour. He has been hanging about desperately willing the time to pass. Thinking he had better not go in before the hour is up — why does Mr Greeley need an hour? — but certainly not going to delay a moment longer than he needs. He hardly knows what to expect. Has scarcely dared imagine. But they are in the sitting room. Seated as before on the settee and the armchair. Amanda… has all her clothes on. She is not bent over the coffee table, or the arm of the chair… with her bottom bare and Mr Greeley standing over her wielding a cane. No. They are seated, Amanda, like Mr Greeley, fully clothed… Her face is flushed though.

‘Ah the young man.’ Mr Greeley gets to his feet. ‘Good. We’re just through here. Yes. And I think we’ve had a very useful chat. Wouldn’t you say so, Amanda?’

Tight-lipped, Amanda nods. What Mr Greeley has done is unthinkable — but there is nothing she can do about it. Nothing at all. There is certainly no point in trying to cause a scene. Mr Greeley is at least now leaving. He gives her a big smile. ‘All the best, my dear. I shall look forward to seeing you soon.’

Amanda doesn’t want to tell Bob anything. Of what has taken place since he has gone. Shaking her head, mumbling ‘Nothing.’ This, though, only makes him more convinced something has happened. Part of him shies away from what it might have been, he would rather not know any unpleasant facts. But another part of him has to know.

Amanda shakes her head again. ‘No, you don’t want to know.’ This is partly true but… ‘Tell me,’ Bob demands. And so Amanda does. Haltingly, hesitatingly, she tells it all. The spanking, up on her bed. A pillow placed over that brass rail. And then having to stand on the bed and bend right down over the rail. Her skirt thrown back up to her shoulders. Mr Greeley’s hand at her bottom. Playfully patting the tautly-knickered rear. Stroking it. And then… yanking down the brief skin-tight pants…

Well, Bob wanted to know so she is telling him. Now he knows of course Bob would rather he didn’t. Blissful ignorance would be a lot better than having to picture this scene. Amanda bare-bottomed over the end of her bed… and Mr Greeley’s hand splatting vigorously down. ‘He…He nearly killed me.’ Possibly a slight exaggeration but Amanda is clearly close to tears at the memory, at having to recount it.

‘I’ll show you if you like,’ she says, tearful but defiantly. ‘I’ll show you my bottom if you don’t believe me. It’s really… raw…’

Bob gulps. Now Amanda has started she doesn’t seem to want to stop. The words tumbling out mixed with the occasional sob. ‘I haven’t got my knickers on. He took them off… Upstairs. And then… said d…don’t put them on again. To come downstairs. B…Because he might want to do it again. A…And h…he did…’

For a second the thought that Amanda’s bottom is now bare under her skirt, possibly still bright red from Mr Greeley’s energetic attentions, is a turn-on, a sudden thrill. But a moment’s reflection, on what has happened in his absence, causes the turn-on to turn off. And then of course the other thought. What if… it hasn’t only been a spanking that Amanda has got from Mr Greeley. What if…

Again Bob can’t bear to know — but he has to. ‘Wh…What else?’ he asks. ‘What else… did he do?’

Amanda doesn’t know what he is talking about. Because she hasn’t had Mike regaling her with that side of things. She has no idea. ‘What?’ She looks blank.

Is she a good actress? Bob wonders. Could Amanda be putting on this show of ignorance. While Greeley really has… screwed her? No. Even his frantic mind can’t really believe that. But… Greeley is going to. Afterwards. When he has her for the two weeks. He has already spanked Amanda’s bare bottom and he is going to do the other. Screw her. Bob experiences a fainty sort of feeling. Amanda is still asking what he meant. Bob shakes his head. He puts his arms round her. One hand slides down to Amanda’s bottom. Which is bare under the skirt. Which minutes ago has been bare for this dreadful Greeley.

To be continued in Amanda Disciplined…