Chris sobbed as Jack Spellman, his new tutor, led him, still naked, to his bedroom. Evidently, Chris's father had told the man where the boy normally slept. After being so brutally spanked by this man, the young teen knew better than to disobey him.
When they reached the bedroom, the tutor turned to his charge.
"I want you to pack two pairs of underwear, two pairs of cutoffs, three t-shirts, three pairs of socks, a pair of long pants, and last year's P. E. uniform. You are not going to take anything else with you."
"B-but . . ." the boy blubbered. Spellman cut him off.
"I warned you, I do not repeat myself." Sitting down on the boy's bed, the man dragged his pupil across his lap. Whack!! The man slapped the boy's already red buttocks with his hand. Whack!! The man struck again. Whack!! And again. Whack!! For the next five minutes the tutor harshly spanked his pupil's scorched bottom.
"Now tell me, Chris, why did I spank you just now?"
When Chris did not immediately answer, Spellman began spanking the boy again. For another two minutes the man spanked the young teen. Chris was sobbing almost hysterically.
"Chris, I do not repeat myself. When I tell you to do something, you do it immediately. If I have to tell you to do anything twice, you will be spanked. Now pack the items I told you to pack."
Chris could barely remember what items the man indicated he was to take. He hoped he remembered correctly as he put the clothing into a small suitcase.
When he finished, the man spoke again. "Go back to your father's office and dress. Then return here. If you are not back in two minutes, I will whip you with the belt again." Chris scrambled to obey. The thought of more spanking from this man terrified him. Spellman looked at his watch as the boy left. He was a man of his word. If Chris was not back, completely dressed, in 120 seconds, he planned on spanking the boy again.
Chris ran into his father's office, rubbing his bottom as he ran. His father was still sitting there when the boy entered and hastily began dressing.
William Jackson grimly watched as his son hurried to dress. He had heard the sound of the spanking coming from Chris's bedroom. He decided to speak to his son.
"I hope you realize that we're doing this for your own good," Chris's father.
Chris saw one last chance. "Please, Dad, I'll do better. You can spank me if need be. Just don't let him be in charge of me this summer."
"I'm sorry, Chris, but Mr. Spellman is in charge. I'm sure if you listen to him the way he wants you to, you won't be spanked too many times. But that's entirely up to him."
Chris realized it was hopeless. He swiftly finished dressing and returned to his bedroom.
Spellman looked at his watch as the boy returned. "Let's go," he said curtly.
The tutor and student walked the 100 feet to the Jackson guesthouse. It was a self-contained, two-bedroom cottage. Once the two were inside, Spellman led Chris into one of the bedrooms and spoke again.
"All right, Chris, I want you to strip naked. Then I want you to show me what you packed."
Chris, already severely spanked twice in less than half an hour, knew better than to make the man repeat himself. He swiftly stripped down to his birthday suit. Then he opened the suitcase he had packed.
Unfortunately, the boy had not packed the prescribed clothing. He had packed the wrong number of underwear and the wrong number of shirts.
"I told you two pair of underwear and three shirts. You appear to have packed one too many of each. Additionally, I told you to be back in your old bedroom within two minutes. According to my watch, you were gone 133 seconds."
Chris couldn't believe it. It appeared that he was about to get yet another spanking.
"Before I spank you, though," the man said, confirming the boy's suspicions, "I'm going to set the rules for the summer."
"First, every morning, before breakfast, you will submit to an in-the-nude spanking. Second, we will go over lessons from 8:00 to 10:30. Every day there will be a quiz. Once a week there will be a test. After each quiz and each test you will strip naked. You will receive one stroke for every point you miss on each. Quizzes will have a maximum of 20 points. Tests will have 100 points."
"After I've punished you for your quiz or test scores, you will spend an hour in the corner. After corner time, we will review for an hour. I will tutor again in the afternoon from 1:30 to 3:30. In the afternoon, you will take the same quiz or test as from the morning. However, you will receive two strokes for every point you miss."
"You will stand naked in the corner until dinner time. After corner time, you might be allowed to dress. After dinner, we will review for an hour. In the evening, you will clean house and do whatever other chores I assign you. Before bed, you will be punished for any chore you did not complete to my satisfaction. Are we clear?"
"Y-yes, sir," Chris stammered. To the boy's horror, he realized that while listening to the man lecture him, his penis had erected.
"Lie down on the bed. You will receive two strokes from my belt for every second over two minutes, for a total of 26. After that, I will give you the rest of the morning to recover from your punishments. Immediately after lunch, you will be whipped for not listening to me about what I wanted you to pack. Additionally, you will wear no clothing for the remainder of the day. Any questions?"
"N-no, sir." The boy lay face down across the bed.
"This time, I want you to keep a count. If you lose count, I start over."
WHACK!! The belt slammed against the boy's bruised buttocks. "One," Chris gasped. WHACK!! The belt landed again. "Two." WHAP!! "Three. Please stop." WHACK!! "Three." WHACK!! WHAP!! "Four, five."
The belt landed a little lower, hitting Chris's smooth thighs. WHACK!! "Six." WHACK!! "Seven." Chris couldn't believe the pain being inflicted on his body.
WHAP!! WHACK!! WHAP!! "Eight, nine, ten." Chris almost lost count. But if he had learned anything so far this morning, it was that he better obey his new tutor fully and the to the letter. If Mr. Spellman said that a missed count would cause the whipping to start over again, Chris believed him.
WHACK!! "Eleven." The boy had never been in this much pain. Yet strangely, his penis was still rigidly erect. WHAP!! "Twelve." Spellman continued his onslaught, as the boy's bottom grew both redder and more swollen with each stroke. WHAP!! "Thirteen."
WHACK!! "Fourteen. WHACK!! "Fifteen." WHACK!! "Sixteen." WHAP!! "Seventeen." WHACK!! "Eighteen." WHAP!! "Nineteen." "WHACK!! "Twenty."
To Chris's horror, he felt his penis grow harder still. WHACK!! "Twenty-one," the boy sobbed. WHACK!! "Twenty-two." WHAP!! "Twenty-three." Suddenly, the boy felt cum spurting from his penis. WHACK!! "Twenty-four." He couldn't believe the sensation of pleasure mingled with the harsh, unforgiving pain of this spanking. "Twenty-five." WHACK!! "Twenty-six."
Spellman put down his belt. Chris had taken his whipping well. He had even managed to not lose count.
"All right, Chris, stand up and put your face in the corner. Do not touch your bottom unless you want me to whip you all over again."
The boy scrambled to his feet. As Chris stood, Spellman noticed the telltale sign of the boy's recent eruption. He would use the boy's _s_e_x_ual pleasure during his pupil's next spanking.