A lesson in male ablutions

"Follow me," you say abruptly, setting off up the steps to the ground floor at a pace that leaves the sylphlike teenager scrambling to keep up. From past experience, you know that reemerging into the real world from the dungeon of your cellar can cause psychological trauma as your trainees realize that their ordeal is not some nightmare to be pushed into the darkest recesses of their memory, but rather a taste of what their future holds if their behaviour falls short of the required standard. Skylark is still processing this unwelcome fact when you lead her up the second flight of stairs and into your bathroom.

"Now, young lady," you begin, "you never know when you'll be called upon to help a man with his morning routine, so you can make a start by helping me shower."

She looks anxious—actually, terrified is more accurate—but immediately steps under the showerhead and turns it on, adjusting the temperature and allowing the water to run. She glances at you a couple of times and you wonder whether she's going to ask you how hot you want it, but in the end opts to use her judgement.

"Is this alright for you, sir?" She asks the question diffidently, but after checking with your hand, you find it to be perfectly comfortable. The blonde beauty sighs with relief when you join her, for which you gently chide her. She should at least appear to have confidence in her abilities, until she gets punished for failure.

You relax whilst the stunning girl lathers her hands and proceeds to wash you from head to toe, ending up on her knees, which reminds you that you have yet to empty your bladder. You tell her you need to piss and she looks up at your face in confusion. Then, with no further prompting, she slowly opens her mouth and tilts back her head to offer herself up as your urinal. You're pleasantly surprised. She could perhaps have reacted more quickly, but she worked out what you wanted and fulfilled your need admirably, so you reward her with a "good girl" while she swallows.

You stroke her hair until your flow ceases and then turn off the shower to signal that you're ready to get out. Skylark immediately grabs a towel from the heated rail and sets about pampering you afresh. You clean your teeth whilst she dries herself and then both of you move to your bedroom, where Bethany's already laid out your clothes for the day. You shed your towel and allow your guest to dress you.

She starts by holding your pants for you to step into, raising them up your legs, but letting you finish the journey and make sure you're tucked away comfortably. Then, she does the same for your trousers, before holding your shirt so that your arms slip in easily. This is followed by your tie and she's certainly had practice tying a half Windsor in reverse, because you were really expecting to find a reason to give her a few smacks here, but she performs admirably. Next you sit down so she can put on your shocks and shoes, then leave her to get ready to go home whilst you check in with your grad-student.

You sign the report Bethany's written about your guest without even reading it first. The last six months has taught you to trust your grad-students' abilities, just as you rely on their help training the young lovelies sent to you. She'll also send a copy by email, after the parents have spoken to you and picked up their daughter.

In fact, you're cutting things a bit fine today, because it's not long before they arrive with a firm knock on the door. You answer it yourself (the personal touch is part of why you're so sought after as a daughter trainer and helps you charge more money for the service) and invite them in to your drawing room for tea and a discussion of Skylark's progress.

The parents seem a little anxious, maybe because it's the first time they've let their precious little girl stay out without calling; you're strict about having no contact during the course you offer. Their demeanour is not unusual, although you've encountered completely different reactions in the past, so you try to keep an open mind. Anxiety aside, they're both as you remember them from when they dropped Skylark off, a pair of very attractive and smartly dressed professionals in their late thirties. You hand over the report and start to go over your observations concerning their daughter.

A few minutes later, she enters with tea (prepared by Bethany) on a tray, placing it on the coffee table and then standing silent and submissive, eyes downcast, waiting for acknowledgement. There's no way to predict how these reunions will go, but today mother and father both continue to focus their attention on you, with no interruption to greet their offspring. Privately, this is what you prefer, but since they're paying you handsomely, you'd not complain even if they jumped up for hugs and all sorts of fuss in the middle of a sentence.

Still, it's time to wrap things up, so you finish your account with a speech you've practised many times over the past few months.

"As we discussed when you booked, the discipline I provide is just the start. It's important that you continue in the same vein if Skylark is to get the most out of her experiences here."

"Absolutely," her father replies, enthusiastically. "We've discussed it at length and decided that it would be appropriate for us to give her double the punishment she's received from you after we get her home." Mother nods in confirmation and from the corner of your eye, you see fresh tears flowing down their daughter's face, although she's disciplined enough that she doesn't make a sound.

"Excellent! You'll find details of all the chastisements I've administered in the report, there. I'll also see to it that you get a copy via email. Now, do you have any questions?"

It turns out they do not and soon the trio are on their way home. You wave them off at the front door, but unlike some families, they don't give you the satisfaction of seeing them start discussing recent events, instead sitting demurely in the car until they're out of sight. You have no doubt that such discussions will be happening soon, however, nor that they will be very painful and humiliating for the youngster.

"Are you ready, Professor?" Bethany comes up behind you, having ordered a taxi, as usual. You nod and exit the house, memories of the beautiful blonde already being replaced by thought about the students you'll be tutoring today. This early in the year, there are bound to be opportunities for vicious punishments and degrading tips, just the way you like it.