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My boarding school tutor

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on: June 16, 2019, 03:03:26 PM
I will start by explaining that I grew up in a traditional family with a mother and a father, although the latter traveled a lot, since I had a good position in a bank that does not interest the name, so little time spent at home and what to say about the little case I made, not only by their few visits to home but that like all male chauvinist men, what he wanted was a boy, but fate had me, a somewhat shy girl with many inner problems that eventually would be resolved.



When I was 14 I became a mother's orphan, so my father had to decide either to take me on a trip and make a life not very convenient for a girl, or the other alternative was to go and live with my paternal grandmother, who was just as arisca as her son or the worst of all to go to a boarding school in London; in the end he chose the last one, as it seemed to be the most convenient for me in the future, so my father thought at that time, even though he did not know what he would really experience in that place and the consequences it would entail. He warned me beforehand that in that school things were very different from here, and that there they gave corporal punishment, which would help me in my development as a person and to become a responsible person.



I remember that I didn't pay much attention to my father's indications, since I thought that nothing of that would happen to me, since I was a girl at school who got good grades and had never had problems with anyone, much less with any teacher, so I didn't pay much attention and went to London with the intention of spending the next four years of my life there in an old mansion with all the girls repipis and old cruel and bitter teachers for having to educate girls who hated them.  What a surprise it was that when I arrived there with my father, at the doors of the dark mansion, I found totally modern facilities and not only with girls but also with boys. Then things took on a different color and I wasn't so scared of having to spend the rest of my adolescence there.  The director came to receive us, a 45 year old woman, tall, blonde, all of her very stretched with typical English airs and manners and a very forced Spanish accent that was somewhat frightening to hear. After several hours walking around the school, I realized that it wasn't such a big deal, especially when my father left and the principal took me to my room. There she was waiting for a woman of about 30 years old, dressed in a grey suit and a black shirt with the buttons on her neck and the two that followed her open, with short black hair and features that did not seem typical of that area, and she was indeed a descendant of Italians, and due to her great trajectory as a language teacher, she knew how to speak perfectly Spanish, so we understood each other very well. Well, when I got to my room I didn't know exactly what that woman was doing there, but I ended up knowing it very well. She was my tutor, her name was Helen. All the students had a tutor assigned to them, but not for classes like in Spain, but they assigned you one for as long as you were going to be hospitalized. And I was fortunately under his tutelage for four years.



At first, I had a bit of a hard time, because I didn't know anyone even though the language wasn't a pavement, since my parents insisted that I learn languages from a very young age, and in the end I ended up knowing four languages, which my tutor would progressively expand. But after a while, I met Eric and Alan, two English boys who would become my best friends. I had a good time with them and they introduced me to the world of pranks and bad habits.



The first time I took a spanking, it was his fault.  We had to go to physical preparation class, a terribly boring class, where all we did was run for 20 minutes and then a series of stretches in order to get to know our muscles and all that knowledge, and from time to time we had a series of exercises such as jumping the colt or walking on the balance bar. As my friends and I were a bit rebellious, we decided that a bit of fun would not hurt so Eric and I before we started class, when no one was around, we took out a couple of nuts and bolts on the jumping pony, where some spanking is also given to disobedient students. What we did not know is that the first person who was going to jump the colt that day was the same teacher, when we saw that it was going to be her, the three of us were white and scared but also anxious to see the spectacular fall that would take place, and indeed it was, the Miss Smith, with a blue sweater and a white sleeveless t-shirt gave herself a tremendous hit on the ground while trying as she could grab one of the legs while falling. The laughter that came out of our three mouths was echoed throughout the gym, which betrayed our crime and we were each taken to our respective tutors to take appropriate action for what happened. It was the first time I was going to be whipped and I felt so much fear and fear. Helen, looked at me with a penetrating and very authoritative look; we were in her office; and as soon as she left, Professor Smith slapped me all over the face and threw me to the ground, I shed a tear and told her it wasn't me, that I had simply laughed but had nothing to do with it, but she began to tell me that she had no shame, that besides being a spoiled woman she was a liar and that she would get twice as much for trying to deceive her.



He pulled me up from the floor and grabbed me by the ear and led me to a door on the wall behind his desk, took the key out of his pocket and opened it, it was all dark, but when he locked the door and turned on the light I saw a kind of room destined to kick students' asses. There was a scrawny wooden chair, a very comfortable black leather sofa without arms and others with, and a showcase full of sticks, belts, paddles, and other artifacts, there was also a colt like the one in the gym.



She said, "Since this is your first time, I won't be too severe with you, but that doesn't mean it won't hurt, so now take your pants down.



I was wearing a black mini shorts for fitness classes, which I timidly lowered, and she in one grabbed me by my arm and very gently put me on her knees. I was scared to death, I didn't know what it was like, I'd never been in that position, and I think she realized it, because she said to me: - Don't worry, little girl, this will do you good and nobody has died for a spanking.



The truth is that her words did not reassure me but I felt like a little girl who was going to be corrected for the mischief she had done, and I accepted it as such, a punishment for something she had done wrong.



I take off the white panties I wore up to my ankles and then take them off and put them in the right pocket of his jacket. I didn't know why I did that, but then I'd understand. It started with the first whip, which fell on my white and virgin ass, it was not very strong, but anyway I escaped a whimper: ayyy, ayyyy, ayyy.........But when I was more than ten the intensity began to rise, and the pain too, so I could not avoid opening more legs and let see much of me, and what I did not understand was that what I was doing I was liking a lot, and I invaded a feeling of pleasure and pain very difficult to explain, was then when she realized that I was getting wet, then I began to hit harder and harder, each spanking that gave me hurt me more and could not stop screaming: Ayyy, please stop, zzzaaasss, ayyyyy, zzzassssss, ayyyyyyyyyy I won't do it again, but Helen kept warming my ass. When he reached 50, he stopped and said to me: - You're going to like this, my little one.



He took my left arm and held it tightly against my back, and with the fingers of his right hand he entered my vagina, the truth is that my pussy was beating him, it cost him nothing, even though I was a virgin. Then he took them out and with his thumb he shoved it up my ass, I had never felt anything like it. He told me:



-If you move or scream, I'll hit you until you can't sit down, now open your legs!



So I stood perfectly still and opened my legs more, as he had told me. I was in such a humiliating position, on my tutor's knees and totally wet, and the best thing is that I liked to feel that way, submissive and under the control of a woman who was twice my age, and who had all power over me. I wanted to shout and twist but not because of the pain, but because of the pleasure that his finger gave me when entering and exiting through my anus, but I couldn't contain myself and let go of a little groan:



ahhhh,



when I saw that she didn't care, I continued to groan, but more eagerly:



aaahhh, aaaahhh, aaaaahhh,



it seems that she liked me to complain, because she put two or three fingers in me, that I had rubbed my lips and touched my clitoris, that made me increase my excitement even more, and after I punished my anus in that way I achieved an incredible orgasm, as never before, it was a very strange sensation, I convulsed on her legs without being able to move, and I ran so much that I wet her pants.



You liked it, didn't you. Well, go to your room and after supper wait for me naked and mouth to low on your bed, that I will follow the punishment for lying to me! go!!



I recovered as much as I could from that situation, got dressed and ran away. I got to my room and the first thing I did was take a good shower, then I went to the rest of my classes.



When dinner time came, I saw her sitting in the dining room with the rest of the teachers, as soon as I looked at her and she looked back at me with an unequivocal and threatening gesture of what would await me that night, she didn't mind someone noticing, and some of my classmates already said to me in a mocking tone: it looks like you're going to go to bed with your hot ass tonight!  The use of corporal punishment during the night was very normal, because during dinner they informed the tutors of the exploits of their students that they had done during the day, and it was a sure way to find the students, each one in his room.



The nerves ate me inside, I was afraid that I would get hit again, it was all very confusing, but I also wanted to feel like a little girl on her knees again.



After half an hour in my room naked and face down, she opened the door that was locked, and my tutor appeared with a very sadistic face:



All right, my baby, I thought you'd forgotten!!



Suddenly he took off the belt he was wearing:



This is the second part of the punishment, for trying to deceive me this morning, but now you're going to count them out loud:



Zaassss



Ayyyyyy, one



Zaaasssssssss



Ayyyyyyyy, two



Zaaasssss



Ayyyyy, three... 3



Zasssss



Ayyyyyyyyyy, please, please,,,,, paraaaa



So until I counted 25, the punishment went on forever because I didn't know how many he was going to hit me.



He made me sit up and sit on the bed, I cried inconsolably, then he sat down and hugged me tightly against his chest:



I hope you do not try to deceive me again or else I will be very hard on you and I will not feel sorry for you, the mischief in the end are typical of the age, but that you disrespect me I do not consent and least of all you, is that clear?



Yes, Helen.



After that time, it never occurred to me to lie to her again, but not because of that, I kept giving her reasons to punish me in her "special" room, sometimes I even misbehaved on purpose to voluntarily get on her knees.


 

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