Two Boys To Tutor

by Robert

Twenty-five year old John was a graduate student living on a shoestring. He had odd jobs that didn't pay much and was constantly looking for something more lucrative. Then one day he saw an ad in the newspaper: "Wanted: Math tutor for two boys. Will pay $25 an hour. Please apply in person at the address below." Perfect! John thought. So he quickly jumped into his old car and found the house. He was surprised that it was a very large two-story house in an expensive neighborhood.

When he went to the door, the maid answered. He introduced himself and was asked to sit in the parlor until the boys' father could interview him. He sat nervously for at least 10 minutes until a man entered the room and introduced himself, "Good evening. I am Mr. Schmidt and I assume that you are applying for the tutoring position."

"Yes, sir, I am," John answered.

"Well, this is the situation. I have two boys. Andy is 13 and Mark is 11. There weakest subject is math and I need someone to tutor them every day this summer for three hours every morning. I must warn you, however. They are mischievous boys and need someone who will be very, very firm with them. And you have my permission to give their bottoms a good warming when they need it. If I find that you are too lax with them, I will immediately terminate our agreement. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir. I believe that you have found the right tutor. You will see a big improvement in their math skills."

"Good, the man replied. You can start tomorrow. And by the way, I am out of town a lot. Their mother is living in another state after our divorce, but the maid will be here if you need her. Otherwise, she has direct orders not to disturb you and the boys while you are here."

John did not get a chance to meet the boys until the following morning when they greeted him at the door. They were friendly boys and very handsome. The three of them marched off to one wing of the large estate where John would conduct the tutoring. The boys walked ahead of John and he quickly noticed the chubbiness of their young boy butts and recalled how he been warned to be strict, including giving their "bottoms a good warming."

John was very happy to have this job. The money was good and also the chance to tutor a couple of cute boys. And, he thought, he shouldn't have any trouble spanking them if they misbehaved.

The first day went well, and even the second day. But on the third day, the boys were not paying attention and seemed to be spending a lot of time giggling and fooling around. After John warned them about their misbehavior and that he wouldn't hesitate spanking them, they seemed to settle down. But for only about five minutes.

So finally John decided that he had better "warm a couple of bottoms" or he would be out of a job. "Sorry about this," he told the boys, "but I am going to have to spank you." He was surprised that they didn't really object. Very little protesting. "Okay, guys. Drop your jeans."

They must have been used to this routine because they immediately began fumbling with the buttons on their pants. John was so surprised that they obeyed so quickly, not seeming embarrassed or nervous. He watched them unbutton their jeans and give them a yank, exposing their white, cotton underpants. Then John took Andy, the oldest boy, across his lap, lifted up his shirt and stared for a moment at the boy's exquisitely shaped chubby little butt hidden underneath his underpants. After another quick lecture, John proceeded to spank the boy, giving him about 10 fairly hard spanks across each chubby cheek. The boy did not cry and took his punishment quite well.

Then he took the younger boy across his lap. After lifting up the boy's shirt to give the best target, John began spanking the youngster's chubby little butt right across his underpants. Again he spanked the boy about 10 times on each cheek. And there was no fussing and no crying.

So the day's lessons continued quite well. And they went well for the next two days. However, one morning when he went to the house, the boys were in bed. This upset John a lot because he was supposed to begin the lessons promptly at 9 a. m. and the two boys were supposed to be ready.

When the maid said, "I'll go get them out of bed," John replied, "No, I'll take care of it."

He went to Andy's bedroom first. "What are you doing in bed? You're supposed to be up and ready for your lessons."

The boy responded rather rudely, "Forget it. I'm sleeping in today."

"No, you're not," John replied, and then he went to Andy's bed, threw off the bed covers and in one quick move, he yanked the boy's pajama bottoms down. John couldn't help but admire the beauty of the boy's fleshy bare bottom. But he didn't spend much time looking. He almost immediately began slapping the exposed cheeks. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP!!! Andy began crying and squirming around on the bed, ending up on his back with his little private parts exposed. Then John looked down at the boy and declared, "Get dressed. I'll be back in five minutes."

Then John went to the bedroom of 11-year-old Mark, who was still asleep. He again inquired about "sleeping in." And when Mark did not respond, John threw off the boy's bed covers, and in one quick swoop, he had Mark's pajama bottoms pulled down, exposing the boy's fat little butt, even chubbier than his brother's. John gave the boy's naked hindquarters a good stare and then began spanking him. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP!! Mark began crying, squirmed a lot and ended up on his back, lieing there with his pajama bottoms around his knees and his little privates exposed. Then John pulled the boy out of his bed and stayed to watch the boy get dressed. Quickly naked, the boy went over to his dresser and pulled out a clean pair of underpants and slipped them on. Then John announced, "I"ll be back in five minutes."

After that the lessons went well for about two weeks before John was forced to spank the boys again.

At the end of the summer, the boys' father was very pleased with their math skill improvement and even invited John to come back two days a week during the school year.

"Glad to come back," John answered.


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