Private Tuition by Jay Merson Read Free Book Online

red marks on the white flesh. Grunting and tensing, the chair inched forwards with each lurch of her body. Harder the blows struck until she could hold back no longer.
    "Bastard! You fucking bastard!” she screamed. The cane bit cruelly into her again, harder and with more feeling.
    "I'll get you, shit!” Paula cursed loudly, her anger boiling within her.
    "Think you can fool me with your pathetic little performance do you? A quick sucking and all is okay. Yes professor, no professor,” he mimicked.
    He hit her again and she screamed, gripping the chair, her knuckles white and drained of blood.
    "You utter bastard, can't even fuck a woman can you!"
    The cane came down with such force that the breath was knocked out of Paula as it struck, blood oozed from the red welt that it left on her soft, tender flesh. Tears flowed from her, cascading down her cheeks, her head jerked backwards as the cane landed again equally as cruelly.
    "God help me please, oh!"
    The cane landed for the last time, Paula collapsed, her body limp, the collar pulling hard across her throat. Instantly the professor released her, allowing her to slump to the floor where she lay for many minutes afterwards, sobbing and moaning softly to herself.
    As Paula opened her eyes and roused herself she became aware of the professor sitting on the settee watching her silently.
    "You bloody animal!” she spat at him venomously.
    "You had an orgasm,” he replied unruffled.
    "Pig, fucking perverted pig!” She was again crying.
    "You came, bitch!"
    Paula fell silent as the realisation hit home to her. She had come, he was right, she had believed it was the pain, but it was a mixture.
    "Doesn't excuse what you did you savage!"
    "You must learn to lose your defiant streak Paula,” he said calmly. “Otherwise it could be a rough ride for you indeed."
    "Go to hell"
    "You can't win, Paula."
    "Like fuck I can't!” She spat, struggling to her feet. “I could leave."
    "Yes you could. Then I really would have won."
    The words made Paula halt in her angry tirade, she thought for a moment, turning over his words.
    "And you would block my degree,” she said sniffling and pulling on her jeans.
    "No I wouldn't do that,” he said softly.
    Paula was stunned to silence at his reply.
    "Psychology Paula,” he said knowingly. “You enjoy the pain, the sex, the excitement and the thrill. You will come to terms with it eventually."
    "Sex and thrills maybe, but being beaten to a pulp isn't my idea of fun."
    "You are an addict Paula, you are hooked and you know it,” he said, standing.
    "Bloody nutcase you mean, I must be to put up with this?"
    "Whatever you decide Paula, just remember that I will not tolerate your disobedience."
    Paula was lost for words, she wanted to reply but couldn't.
    "You have displeased me with your reluctance to accept my authority Paula and must suffer for it."
    Paula didn't answer, she snatched the rest of her clothes and marched purposefully to her room.
* * * *
    Showered and sore Paula laid naked facedown on her bed. She had locked the door and although he had never even attempted to enter her space, it made her feel better.
    For a long time she first brooded and then reasoned. He was right of course, she had orgasmed and you don't do that if you are not excited. To be excited you need to be aroused and enjoying it. She was confused.
    How can pain be exciting? She had come when he had spanked her, that's for sure, but the cane was another matter. Brutal and uncaring, ripping her flesh like that, how could he?
    Perhaps she had enjoyed it after all, she didn't really remember. She remembered the pain that still throbbed in her buttocks. And the feelings she had experienced as she was pinned to the chair, helplessness, the unknown and uncertainty of when it would end, or how it would end. The powerful surge of anger and hatred, that turned to pleasure. Pleasure? So she had enjoyed it. Had she really? Looking back now it was exciting, but also there was the