Evening Tuition

Photo-story from New Blushes 2.08

Highfields School for Girls didn’t normally take boarders but it was possible for a girl to stay for a short period, a few days or a week say, if her parents were going away and needed somewhere to leave her. The school had a live-in housekeeper-plus-handyman/gardener couple, Mr and Mrs Marting, who had rooms in the main school building and Mrs Marting would provide meals for one or two girls staying temporarily in the rooms in the adjoining wing.

If it was an older girl who needed to stay, a Fifth or Sixth Former and especially a good-looking one, then certain masters needless to say were likely to take an interest. Well, having a girl at school out of normal hours provided an ideal opportunity for extra disciplinary measures. Disciplinary measures in an ideal setting too. After supper when a girl has had her bath. And is dressed ready for bed, in a dressing gown with nothing underneath except a brief nightdress. Certainly no knickers…

Mr Anthony Finford always knew if any girl was going to take advantage of the school’s overnight accommodation because as Deputy Headmaster he was the person her parents had to come to to make the arrangements. Anthony Finford was especially keen on disciplining attractive older girls. Another with such an interest was Francis Grantley, Senior History Master, and as a close crony of Finford he was also quickly in the know. Other masters would certainly be interested but without that close link to Finford they were rather left out in the cold.

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Jill Newton’s parents Robert and Sylvia were going to Vienna for a week: a business conference for Robert and Sylvia was happy to be invited along for the trip. Unfortunately it was in early October which posed something of a problem with Jill who was 17 and in the Lower Sixth at Highfields School. They didn’t want her to miss school. Then Sylvia remembered that a friend, Anna Watson, had had a similar problem two years ago. Anna’s daughter Rebecca had been able to stay at the school for a week while her parents were away.

Sylvia phoned Anna. It seemed it was reasonably routine; you just spoke to Mr Finford and he would arrange it. However there was something else. Anna had added, ‘But Jill may not enjoy it all that much.’ When Sylvia had asked why, Anna had giggled and said, ‘Can’t you guess?’

Sylvia couldn’t guess so then Anna told her. Sylvia had gone a bit red in the face. Anna had laughed. ‘Well it’s good for them! Don’t you think?’

Sylvia hadn’t answered. Could Anna Watson possibly have been joking? Anyway Sylvia didn’t say anything about that aspect to Robert, simply that you spoke to Mr Finford and it didn’t seem to be a problem. Robert said, ‘Great! You phone him.’

And so Sylvia did, trying not to think about what Anna had said. Anthony Finford had adopted his usual suave talking-to-parents demeanour. Calm and laid back. Nothing excited. Yes, he thought Jill could be accommodated for the week in question. He had been excited though. Thinking of the young lady in question…

Because Jill Newton was one of the most attractive girls in the school: quite tall with a slim but shapely figure, and a pretty face framed in bouncy medium-blonde curls. A pleasant well-spoken girl, possibly somewhat shy compared to some of her age-group. That little shyness added an extra piquancy to Anthony Finford’s vision. It was a vision of delightful Jill Newton in just her nightdress In Room 4B which he used on such occasions. Standing in just her pretty nightie in front of him. Oh yes, delightful Jill would undoubtedly be feeling shy and bashful in those circumstances. Ultra-conscious undoubtedly of the fact that under the flimsy garment she was quite bare. No knickers certainly. Her bottom, and her most intimate regions, quite unprotected…

Contemplating the prospect, Anthony Finford found he had developed quite an erection. He shifted his position in his favourite armchair, to ease the pressure. Jill’s mother had said in two weeks’ time. Could he possibly wait that long, now that the vision was there before him! He smiled, and absent-mindedly rubbed at the head of his swollen penis. Of course he could wait. But he did feel an eagerness, because for one thing there hadn’t been any girl staying at school since the middle of last term. The last one had been Angela Sminton.

Angela had been very choice too, a pretty blonde with a somewhat fuller figure than Jill Newton. He recalled Angela’s quite big boobs sticking out the top of a brief blue nighty. Angela was not really the shy type but it had come as an undoubted shock when in Room 4B he had told her to take off her dressing gown. After a moment’s hesitation she had complied, and then stood self-consciously holding the hem of the garment close against her pale thighs. A reflex gesture of awareness of her unprotected pussy beneath.

And then of course another undoubted shock a little bit later. Angela sitting in the armchair now, with a mug of cocoa, her knees pressed close together again in acknowledgement of her bare pussy. He had matter-of-factly told her she was going to have her bottom spanked. Because she hadn’t been working quite as hard as she might have.

That was always a good stand-by if you couldn’t think of anything else.

Angela round-eyed, desperately shaking her head.

‘Come on,’ he had urged. ‘And if you’re nice and sensible we won’t tell anyone. I mean you wouldn’t want everyone to know, would you?’

That was usually a good ploy too. It usually had a girl hastening to cooperate — without waiting to consider that he wouldn’t want everyone to know either. Because spanking a Fifth or Sixth Former’s bare bottom wasn’t exactly on the school schedule. There had been the normal reaction from Angela. A slightly dubious look and then she was edging forward. And allowing herself to be pulled down. Across his lap. A little flip of the flimsy nighty… and there was her succulent bare bottom. Twin ripe moons.

He had fondled a bit, to the accompaniment of gasps, suppressed squeals, etc. And then began spanking the hot, nude flesh. The squeals more urgent now, because he made sure it stung her. Squeals and delicious squirmings, in the course of which Angela was displaying more or less complete views of her pretty cunt.

Unconsciously? Perhaps not. Perhaps she had been aware of what she was showing, with her legs writhing in that abandoned manner. Because Angela wasn’t such a shy girl. And quite possibly once the initial shock of it had passed she was getting aroused by it. Well, he knew she had been aroused by it. Afterwards. After the spanking. Because he had put his hand there. Between her legs. Angela’s cunt. There had been a gasping ‘No…ooo…!’ But she hadn’t really tried to stop the hand. The fingers which had slid inside the slippery lips. No, she was very soon responding. Rolling and writhing herself on the fingers which were at her aroused clit now. And in quite a short time Angela was coming.

That had been the first of four nights that Angela had stayed at school, and she had submitted without demur to the same thing on each of the subsequent evenings. Having her bath and then coming to Room 4B, to demurely remove her dressing gown. Having her mug of cocoa in the leather armchair, her bare knees decorously tight together. And then without argument getting across his lap to have her bare bottom spanked. And at the end of it lying submissively still for the rest. Her hot bottom fondled. Then his hand sliding in between her legs, to her now aroused cunt. To which she at once responded with urgent little gasps, and erotic writhings. And coming not much later with even more urgent gasps and yelps.

And after those four nights it had continued, at his suggestion, at his house. Twice-a-week visits for ‘extra tuition’. When Angela would routinely submit to the same as before. This had continued to the end of term. Angela had left school now of course. He hadn’t seen her since the early summer, and had heard she was getting married soon.

Not all girls were as keen on it as Angela Sminton of course. Would Jill Newton be at all like that? Pretty certainly not, he thought. You could bet that any displays of her cunt when she was being spanked would not be deliberate. But afterwards? If he tried to get his hand there? Well the fact was you never could tell. Even with girls who seemed very much the shy type. Experience had taught Anthony Finford that.

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Jill had heard the news that she was to stay at school with mixed feelings. She knew she couldn’t go to Vienna and in a way it would be a bit of an adventure, being away from her parents for the week. But staying at school? Mrs Marting was alright, and Mr Marting too. But she had heard that some of the senior masters could take advantage of your being there to make you do extra revision. Mr Finford apparently, and Mr Grantley too. Jill wasn’t keen on the idea of spending all the evenings for a week revising.

Her mother, when she had told Jill what had been arranged, had seemed a bit anxious. Nervous? Saying, ‘I’m sure it’s going to be quite alright.’ But in tones which suggested she wasn’t at all sure. Oh well, parents could be odd at times. Over-protective. No, on balance Jill was sure it would be OK.

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A few days before she was to stay Jill was told to go and see Mrs Marting. It was just to confirm things. She was staying Monday night and then the rest of the week till Friday. She would have changes of clothing at home and could get them when needed, so she didn’t need to bring a lot of stuff to school on Monday.

‘Just washing things. And of course nightdress and dressing gown,’ Mrs Marting said.

Susan Marting who was a good-looking 30-year-old woman had smiled at Jill. As housekeeper she had a good idea of most of what went on in the school, and this included the fact that Mr Finford and Mr Grantley liked to spank older girls’ bottoms if the chance presented itself. She knew that girls staying overnight were likely to be summoned to Room 4B, and that bottom smacking would probably be on the agenda. But of course it was none of her business and naturally she wasn’t going to say anything to Jill.

So she had just given Jill a pleasant smile — and wondered to herself how the pretty girl was going to enjoy it. One other fact was that Mr Finford had done it to Susan Marting on a couple of occasions. In a semi-joking way, for some minor shortcomings. He had done it in Room 4B too. Made her take her knickers down and get across his lap. She had found it quite a turn-on, having her bare bottom spanked by the Deputy Headmaster. Would Jill Newton?

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On Friday afternoon Jill was also called in to see Mr Finford. He confirmed what she had heard: that some extra study was involved.

‘Well, it’s a good idea, don’t you agree? We might as well put the time to good use.’

Jill, standing in front of his desk, had reluctantly agreed. Mr Finford went on to say that they would have a session in Room 4B, which was just down the corridor from 4E, one of the small bedrooms that she had been allocated. After she had had her supper with Mrs Marting she was to have her bath and then go along to 4B…

‘So in just your nightdress and dressing gown, Jill. That way you’ll be ready for bed afterwards. OK?’

Jill flushed slightly. She didn’t like the sound of having a study session with Mr Finford dressed in just nightdress and dressing gown. She nodded.

Anthony Finford smiled, disguising his excitement. Monday! He was conscious of his stiffened penis… Well the thought of Jill’s bare bottom, now only a couple of days away, was a big, big turn-on.

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No one was in Room 4B when she hesitantly entered. Mr Finford not there waiting for her. Jill closed the door behind her. It was quite a small room, used for private study or sometimes a master would have a private talk with a girl here. Jill had been in here a couple of times before. There were a couple of leather armchairs and that was about it. And books. Books piled all over the place.

Yes she had been here before but never dressed as she was now of course. In her white towelling dressing gown — and ultra conscious of a sense of nudity underneath. She wasn’t nude underneath of course, there was her pink nylon nightie. But that was all, and it was very insubstantial so that her warm body glowing from the hot bath felt nude. She was especially conscious of having no knickers on…

No Jill really didn’t fancy having a study session with Mr Finford like this, not at all. She pulled the dressing gown tighter around herself. She supposed she should sit down. And then the door quietly opened…

Anthony Finford, closing the door behind him, gave Jill a brisk greeting, then strode over to one of the chairs, moved some books and sat down. Jill was still standing, her hair looking a bit damp from the bath, her face somewhat flushed. She was in a white dressing gown and he had the heady thought of her being completely nude underneath.

He was feeling very excited of course, now he was actually here with her. But he had to control the excitement. Move things forward in a controlled, hopefully laid-back manner.

He gave her a friendly smile. ‘Nice bath, Jill? And has Mrs Marting fed you alright?’

Jill nodded, feeling her semi-nudity even more now, with Mr Finford’s eyes on her. They seemed to be seeking to pierce the dressing gown and she had the urge to pull it even more tightly to her trembling body.

‘Good. Why don’t you take the dressing gown off? It’s very warm in here.’

Jill gave a little gasp. Could she have heard him right?

‘Actually, Jill,’ Anthony Finford went on evenly, ‘I’ve had one or two reports that you could be working a bit harder. Mr Grantley. Also Mr Withers. Nothing too serious but I think a warning is in order, if you want to get a university place next year. And so it’ll be a little punishment, won’t it? A little disciplinary measure. Having to take your dressing gown off and do the study in just your nightie. I presume you do have a nightdress on underneath.’

Jill, flushing quite hotly now, nodded that of course she was wearing one. But what Mr Finford was saying was just… Well she couldn’t. She would be virtually nude.

‘Come on!’ His voice more sharp. ‘We do need some discipline, Jill. So let’s say it’s an order, shall we? Take the dressing gown off. And then stand at attention in front of me.’

She couldn’t believe it! She shook her head. He couldn’t tell her to do that. But Mr Finford repeated his order, in a hard firm voice. So he wasn’t joking. Also she did want to get a university place. And of course needed Mr Finford’s support for that.

Her trembling fingers went to the dressing gown’s belt. She made herself pull it open. The gown had no buttons or zip, just the belt. The front of the gown slid apart and Anthony Finford could see a strip of pink nightie.

‘Now take it off. Come on, Jill. You’re not responding very promptly, are you?’

She finally forced herself to do it. Take it right off. Underneath was a sleeveless pale pink nylon nightie which finished six inches above her knees. Jill stood holding the dressing gown in front of her. He briskly told her to put it down, and stand up straight. Her hands at her sides.

That was better. Red-faced, she had complied. The pink nylon was semi-transparent. Jill’s tits weren’t as big as Angela’s but they were nice sized, and the nipples were thrusting against the pale material like ripe cherries. Down below he could also see the shadow of her pussy bush…

‘There. Wasn’t such an awful thing, was it?’

But it was awful of course. Having to stand in front of Mr Finford like this, with virtually nothing on. Her boobs and pussy… virtually nude to Mr Finford’s keen gaze…

‘Ca…Can I put it back on now…? Please sir.’

‘Certainly not, Jill. That not much of a disciplinary test, is it? Just having it off for two seconds. And you were very slow and reluctant in doing it. So certainly you’ll stay as you are. For the moment anyway. And we’re going to have a further test. You can turn round… and lift up the dressing gown. To show your bare bottom. Do that please.’

Jill gave an agonised little groan. Desperately shaking her head.

‘Come on, miss. Discipline. That’s what’s needed in girls who want to go to university.’

Mr Finford had to be joking. But he made it clear he wasn’t. And so she had no choice but to do it. Turn round and then… hesitantly lift the bottom of her nightie…

‘Come on. Right up. And come here…’

She had reluctantly turned her back to him and now his hand reached to pull her closer. Somehow she was lifting the hem of the gown. And then Mr Finford’s hand was there. On the hot flesh of her bare bottom.

‘That’s better, Jill. Just stand still. You do seem an awfully nervous girl…’

His hand was caressing the silky flesh. Cupping and jiggling the trembly cheeks. Jill was making little whimpery noises. She couldn’t believe this.

‘Stand with your feet a little further apart, Jill. Try to loosen up…’

She felt like her knees were going to give way. Parting her feet would of course open her legs. She had been keeping her knees and thighs tightly pressed together, to protect her pussy. Mr Finford’s hand lightly smacked her thigh.

‘Come on. Relax it.’

Jill’s feet shuffled apart. Now she really felt naked! Ultra exposed. Mr Finford’s hand was playing with her nude bottom again. And then it slid down, to the backs of her thighs. And in between…

Mr Finford’s soft voice. ‘Any sexual experience yet, Jill? Or are you still a virgin…?’

She made a whimpery reply. She hadn’t had any experience of course. Jill was still shy with boys for one thing. And as the words stumbled out, one of the hands which was holding up the hem of her nightie automatically came down. She couldn’t help it, it was a reflex action. Her hand sliding between her parted legs. Because she had the panicky thought of where Mr Finford’s hand was going. It was sliding up, and it was going to feel her bare pussy…

‘You really aren’t very disciplined, Jill, are you?’ His hand slapped the back of her thigh again. ‘So what I’m going to do… is give you a spanked bottom. That’s what girls lacking in discipline need.’ Another smack of her thigh. ‘Come on. Let’s have you across my lap…’

And he was pulling her down.

She tried to resist but she was already off balance and going down. Her face coming into contact with the leather arm of the chair. The rest of her body across Mr Finford. Her bare bottom across his lap.

He had one of her arms round behind her back, to hold her firm, and his hand was straightaway there, at her bottom. Mauling and manoeuvring the soft flesh into the exact position he wanted. And then it was spanking. The hand coming down in hard, crisp spanks. Cracking down onto the warm ripeness of her bottom-cheeks. She heard herself cry out…

He kept going. The cheeks and the backs of her thighs. Keeping a firm grip on her arm, because she was almost immediately squirming and writhing. With her arm held firmly behind her back the movement was limited to her lower body and he didn’t mind that. His free hand had no difficulty finding the target. And she was writhing and rolling arousingly on his stiffened penis…

Initially she was in control enough to make sure she kept her legs tight together, but as the spanking went on and the sting in her bottom and thighs became more intense she began to lose that control. Her movement became more abandoned. She was less conscious that she might be showing her cunt. And now she was showing it. Her legs sliding apart to reveal her secret place. Her hair-shrouded slit.

His hand kept going.

By the time he did finally stop she was in tears. Sniffing sobbing sounds mixed in with the gasps and yelps. He stopped, and hauled her round. And then up, so that she was sitting with her bare reddened bottom slumped across his lap.

‘There. Did you enjoy that?’ His voice somewhat breathless. His arm round her back pulled her into a more upright position. Her gown was still rucked up round her waist. She became aware of her bare pussy and grabbed the gown down.

He tightened his arm round her. ‘It wasn’t so bad, was it? But you made a lot of noise. And were really rolling around. Showing all you’ve got.’ His other hand slid over and stroked one of her jutting tits through the thin nylon.

With another sobbing sound Jill pushed the hand away. Her bottom was still red-hot and she was tingling all over. Her head was going round and round but she managed to focus on what Mr Finford had said.

‘Yes. Very abandoned movements. Showing me your pussy. Some very complete views.’

His hand came in to cup her trembling boob again. Jill, thinking of what he had said, shakily pushed the hand away again. Then Mr Finford asked if her bottom was still stinging. She nodded, wiping at her wet eyes. He said perhaps he’d better have a look. She could get back over his lap again.

She tried to refuse but he made her. Back over on her front again and with her glowing bottom exposed to him. His hand commenced fondling the hot flesh. And then he was pushing her legs apart. She could somehow guess what he was going to do. She tried to resist, but she had a sort of helpless feeling. And maybe she half wanted him to do it anyway.

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Jill’s mother phoned her from Vienna on Tuesday evening, calling the Martings’ number at the school just before supper time. She sounded anxious about Jill. Jill, with a little hesitation, said everything was fine. Yes, she had had a study session with Mr Finford on Monday evening. And she believed there was another one due that evening as well.

‘Well as long as everything’s OK,’ her mother repeated.

Jill, trying to keep the nervousness out of her own voice, said yes, of course it was.

Her mother phoned again on Wednesday at the same time. Jill again assured her that everything was OK. Yes she had had the session on Tuesday with Mr Finford. And then, after a moment’s hesitation, she said there was to be another that evening too.

This last statement was not completely truthful. Because then, at 6 o’clock on Wednesday, Jill had already had another session with Mr Finford. In Room 4B again but not in her nightdress and gown; as she hadn’t yet had her bath she had been in her regular school blouse and skirt. But no knickers. Because Mr Finford had made her take them off. So that he could spank her bare bottom again.

The reason she had already had the session with Mr Finford like that was because there was another one arranged for after she had had her supper, and after her bath. This other session was going to be with Mr Grantley. But Jill didn’t want to tell her mother that.

By the time the week was over Jill had had five sessions with Mr Finford and two with Mr Grantley.

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Sylvia Newton when she got back gave her daughter a big, big hug, and then Jill’s father also hugged her. Sylvia felt a huge sense of relief to see her daughter fit and well, apparently untroubled by her stay at school. Well there had been those silly things Anna Watson had told her. They had been silly. Rubbish. But…

She nonetheless felt the urge to ask Jill. If there had been any of that. Sylvia didn’t want to ask outright but Jill didn’t response to oblique questioning. So there was nothing for it but the direct question.

‘Jill. Anna Watson said that sometimes Mr Finford, when a girl stayed at school, well, he would… you know…’ Sylvia finally got it out, ‘spank her bottom. I’m sure he wouldn’t. But, well… did he… do anything like that…?’

Jill coloured. Then said, ‘Yes. A couple of times.’

A couple of times wasn’t true of course. He had done it every evening. And Mr Grantley had done it twice too.

Sylvia was looking all confused now. She just hadn’t believed it! But it was true! In spite of her confusion she couldn’t help wanting details. Jill, red-faced, said it had been after her bath. In just her nightie. Yes, her bare bottom.

‘Please don’t tell dad!’ she exclaimed. ‘Or anyone else. I mean… it wasn’t really a problem. But I don’t want anyone else knowing.’

Sylvia, her head spinning a bit, said no. Of course she wouldn’t tell anyone.

And then Jill said something else. She would be going round to Mr Finford’s house in the evenings for extra tuition for the exams. She would be going maybe twice a week she thought.

Jill was flushing. Sylvia could guess why. Jill was going to have her bare bottom spanked at these sessions too.

‘Yes. Alright,’ she managed. If you’re sure it’s… well, it’s going to be alright…’

Jill said yes. Then added that Mr Finford had said the extra tuition was important for the exams.