Some very intense "roleplay".

Later the same night…

Spruce blinked. She’d just had the strangest daydream; one that had felt so vivid, but one she could not for the life of her recall. Which wasn’t altogether surprising, for she could almost never remember her dreams, and whenever she did they were usually trivial. Nothing worth thinking about, especially not now that she had a job to do. It was time for her tutoring session.

One of her more tiresome students, Bennet, had asked for her assistance with some homework, and though she knew all hope for him was likely already lost, this had been the first time Bennet had actively requested help. She felt it was her duty as a teacher to assist him, no matter how hopeless he seemed. It helped that he was by far the hottest student in her class - though she’d never ever admit it to him. His toned physique, that piercing stare, the unmistakable air of authority he exuded: she needed to be professional, of course, but she privately felt like a fountain when she was around him. Which potentially spelled disaster for their imminent appointment, but Spruce was confident she could hold herself together.

The night was cold, and would have been worse had she not worn her jacket. Gunmetal gray, fuzzy on the inside, it was fashionable… though she could not for the life of her remember where she’d gotten it. Must’ve been an impulse buy. Honestly, she couldn’t seem to remember much of anything before showing up here on the doorstep. She needed to ease off the Advil, though lord knows her unruly students **** her hand in that regard.

As she waited patiently, her own breath visible with each anticipatory exhale, she noticed a particularly odd feeling emanating from her breasts - her nipples were rock hard, strangely raw, and annoyingly brushing up against her turtleneck. She vaguely registered that that was because she wasn't wearing a bra, but that made perfect sense to her. She never wore a bra while tutoring her students. It just made the whole process that much simpler.

It did have the consequence of exposing her true bust to the world, though, which was, she knew all too well, impressive. Perhaps a boon in a less respectable field, but the only positive they brought to teaching was keeping her male students engaged, at the cost of frequent back pains.

Grumbling, she tapped her foot impatiently. This was the place, right? It was well into nighttime, the darkness of the street around her broken up by just a few dim streetlamps. She thought it was weird to meet so late, but Bennet had insisted and for whatever reason, Spruce had agreed. Probably because every time they talked, she felt like sticking her hand down her tight little jeans and jilling herself silly in front of him, like some besotted slut.

No, no. Stay on track. He needs help with math, and that’s all we’re helping him with tonight.

She dusted herself. Stood prim and proper. Tried to ignore her nipples against her turtleneck.

Then, she could hear it. Footsteps. A murky shadow appeared behind the decorative glass.

The doorknob turned, and Bennet appeared in the doorway. “Heya, Spruce,” he said cheerfully, wearing what looked like track pants and a faded band shirt. Spruce suddenly felt like pinching her nipples very hard, and so she did, simply nodding to Bennet in greeting as her fingers squeezed herself through her jacket. “Finally.”

“Sorry for the wait,” he motioned for her to come inside. “I had to make sure my mom was asleep.”

“Mmmmm,” replied Spruce, releasing her nipples and making sure Bennet got an eyeful of her glare as she strode in. “I’m sure. You’ll do to be more timely in the future. You should never keep a woman waiting.”

He closed the door behind her. “Right... Sorry.” He muttered, rolling his eyes. He didn’t seem very sorry. Brat.

“Don’t just say sorry. Be better. Now, where can I put my shoes?”

“Just by the door is fine.” Bennet was staring at her strangely as Spruce carefully removed her shoes. Placing them neatly by the door, she then removed her jacket and placed it on the coatrack, before pausing and looking around the foyer. A confused look washed onto her face.

“What’s wrong?” Bennet asked, hardly hiding a growing smirk. Spruce turned away from him, hands on her hips and fiddling with her waistband. “You wouldn’t happen to have a trouser-rack, would you?”

Bennet’s eyes lowered as Spruce pulled her jeans neatly below her hips and shimmied them down to her ankles, bending over and giving him a good look at her ass, as was polite. She could hear him shake his head. “A trouser-rack? What’s that?”

She balked at his response and looked at him from under her shapely ass, her stretched panties forming a pink isosceles triangle that pointed down to her judgmental eyes. “A trouser-rack? For girls to hang their pants when they enter your home? I mean, how uncultured are you?”

“Sorry, never heard of it. I can take your pants if you’d like, though?” His grin was painted all over his face now, making Spruce feel like the butt of a joke she wasn’t privy to. “Hrmph. Fine.” An anger boiled within her as she stepped out of her pants and handed them to her student, much to his apparent delight. She was beginning to regret this, but she already had her pants and shoes off. Might as well see this thing through.

The pair quietly made their way up the stairs and into Bennet's bedroom. Spruce made sure to lock the door behind her — it was important she removed all possible outside distractions from the equation — and took in the small room. Something about it felt familiar, but she wasn’t sure what. She’d never been in here before, as far as she could remember.

Bennet took a seat at his desk and looked up at her expectantly as she dug through her purse for her marking pen.

“Okay, Bennet, please take out your math textbook. As per your request, we’ll be going over the material that’s on the quiz next week.”

Bennet nodded and placed the book onto the desk, flipping through the book until he reached his bookmark. Spruce approached the desk from the side and leaned over Bennet, not really noticing as her breasts mushed against his head through her turtleneck. “Alright, starting with question A. Take a look at that function and tell me, what are the factors?”

Bennet paused for a moment before his pencil hit the page. He began doing calculations, checking work. Watching attentively over him, Spruce smiled. She'd started with an easy one, but she was glad he’d at least been paying some attention to her class. She was almost proud.

When he finished, she knew he had the correct answers. Spruce patted him on the shoulder and readily thrust out her chest towards him.

“Good job, Bennet. As your reward, please squeeze my tits.”

His eyes trailed her up and down before settling on her ample chest. “As hard as I like?”

She tskd, annoyed that he was already asking stupid questions. “Harder the better.”

With a wicked grin, his hands grabbed at her chest, taking one breast in each and squeezing them forcefully. Spruce felt a frisson of arousal cross her body, and she instinctively bit her bottom lip. “That— that’s good,” she moaned softly, relishing the sensation as he twisted and squeezed. After a few more squeezes, she pawed his hand away, her thighs shifting to alleviate the warm tension that had been building up between them.

It had been an idea she'd thought up recently. She had a big rack; why not use it as an incentive? Boys love big boobs, after all. If her tits kept the boys engaged enough to actively try and get the questions right, maybe they'd even learn something along the way.

"Very good," She said, trying not to notice how hard she was blushing. “I'm surprised, Bennet. I thought you only ever came to my class to sleep."

He shrugged. "Thanks. I've been trying, but honestly? I'm almost out of school... doing this stuff seems kinda pointless, now."

Spuce idly adjusted her breasts underneath her turtleneck, pushing them back into position. "Pointless?"

“Yeah, well. I dunno. When am I ever going to use any of this stuff in my real life?”

“What?” Spruce quirked her eyebrows. “Are you joking? Almost every field imaginable relates to math in some way. It's basically the key to understanding our universe!"

Bennet shrugged. "So?"

"What do you mean 'so'? It’s the most important human invention! As an adult, you use math every day! Math is fundamental to music, science, graphic design, even philosophy! You can't possibly be serious.”

“For most adult problems, there's nothing a calculator can't solve. Most math past grade ten is just an exercise in wasting your own time." Bennet motioned to a calculator he had been using. "Besides, I think you and I both know the real truth."

Spruce placed her hands on her hips, eyeing him darkly. "The real truth?"

He grinned, a glint in his eye. "Yeah, it's simple. When you really get down to it, honestly, Math is for Dummies."

Natalie paused, blinking as those words sank into her. She felt a clunk in her brain, as if a gearbox in her mind had shifted down to something well below first.

For… dummies?

Bennet tapped the paper with his pen. “Whatever, you wouldn't get it. Do you think you could help me with this next question? I could use your expertise.”

Spruce blinked a few times as she scanned the paper. She squinted. Something was very different this time. The numbers on the page just didn’t seem to register with her anymore. There were all kinds of funny lines and letters dotted across the page, curls and swirls and straight lines that, while once might have made sense, now looked like an alien language.

They blended into soup in her brain, a hodgepodge of useless signifiers that left her disoriented. Her cheeks grew red as she struggled to comprehend the question, but it was just too difficult. What had changed? Had the question always been this challenging? She couldn’t help feeling like a bit of a dummy.

No, she could do this. This was easy stuff, and she was a math teacher for god’s sake. She wet her lips in concentration. “Y-you see, um, you have to… take this number…” she pointed at the one on top, the one that looked the biggest. “And then you have to… uh….” She frantically scanned the page, looking for anything to go off of. “Take the… letter….”

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Bennet asked, sounding almost amused. Spruce shot him a venomous look. “Of course I do. You just need to… take the, um, the X, and you…”

“Here. This might be easier for you.” Bennet pushed her aside and closed the book. Stepping past Spruce’s confused glare, he perused a bookshelf in the corner of his room until something caught his eye. “A-ha!”

He had a book in his hands, which he unceremoniously tossed onto the table: Subtraction and Addition for grades K-2. The cover of the book was very colourful and displayed a cutesy cartoon of a kitten sharing a pawful of apples with a puppy.

“My old workbook. This one’s easier. Should be no problem for you, right?”

Spruce scoffed so hard it nearly hurt. “Of course!” She was insulted by how little her student apparently thought of her. Such an easy book of questions would be no match for a mathematician of her calibre. Smirking, she flipped to a random page.

As she stared at the words and numbers on the page, however, her confidence quickly drained to confusion. There were a bunch of funny-looking T signs and groups of lines all over the place. Intuitively, she could recognize the symbols, but they just wouldn’t slot together in her head.

Maybe a word question would be better? She found one on the next page:

If Alex has 17 pencils and Kayla borrows 12, how many pencils does Alex have left?

She didn’t know. She didn’t know how many pencils Alex would have left. Her brain wracked with confusion and mounting frustration. Who the fuck needs to borrow that many pencils in the first place? Just use one!

“Bennet, look away for a second.”

Her student blinked before shrugging and slowly turning away, theatrically examining his cuticles. Spruce began to sweat. Doing this would no doubt shatter her credibility as a mathematician, but she needed to solve at least one question.

She stared determinedly down at her hands, clenched into balls. Then, she extended her thumb on her right hand. Followed by her index. One, two, three, four, five… next hand, six, seven, eight, nine, ten… ten.

But where was twelve? Her hands didn’t go any further than that. She was panicking. Maybe she could slip her socks off and use her toes?

“Are you counting on your fucking fingers?”

Spruce looked up to meet Bennet’s mocking gaze. She hissed for him to turn back around, and he couldn’t seem to contain his laughter as he chuckled into his fist. “Hooooly shit. Wow. I feel like I should be teaching you.”

Anger flushed Spruce's face. She stared down at her extended fingers and the workbook and the dumb drawings of puppies and apples and pencils.

She’d had just about enough.

“That’s IT!” Spruce stood up, firmly placing her hands on her waist. “I’m tired of your attitude, you cutie. Don’t think this attitude is just going to go unpunished. Schools may not allow physical discipline anymore, but we’re not in school. We play by MY rules.” She smirked, knowing exactly how to discipline the student in front of her. Turning around and bending over, she stuck out her panty-clad ass and wiggled it commandingly, giving the brat a faceful of her big, round cheeks. “As punishment, you will spank me as hard as you can. Chop chop!”

It was obvious. Spankings were the ultimate punishment for unruly students. Everyone hates giving them - they’re so tiring on the wrist, and they hurt your fingers after a while. And it feels so good to receive them, so it had the bonus of humiliating Bennet as he was **** to pleasure his teacher. It was genius, and the incredulous look on Bennet’s face only proved that she was on the right track.

Though, with her pushing her rear in his face, it was hard to hide the fact that she was remarkably wet right now. “Come on! I won’t be here all day, you know,” she said, powering through.

Bennet placed a finger on his chin thoughtfully. “Are you sure? This doesn’t seem very up to code.”

“I’m telling you, I’m the teacher, now do as I comm—"

Clap! Natalie moaned instinctively as the spank rippled through her, painting her ass in a tingly pleasure-pain that further dampened her panties. Her knees nearly buckled, but she found her center and turned her head to glare at Bennet.

“Did I say to stop? Don’t think you’re gonna get off that easily!”

“I think you’d be surprised…” mumbled Bennet as he wound up for another. A thunderclap roared through her body as he impacted her fat butt once more, her soft flesh rippling with the power of discipline. Spruce put one hand on the desk for support. Her back was arched, her tush on full display as Bennet came down again, and again, and again. Spruce could feel it, the feeling of control as she regained dominion over her student. That’ll teach him to question her teaching capabilities.

The spanks kept coming, harder and harder. Bennet was grinning, seemingly enjoying the punishment, which would have given her cause for alarm, but Spruce was having trouble focusing on much more than her ass right now. The spanks were beginning to overwhelm her.

“O-okay, Bennet, that’s enough.” Spruce was panting and could feel something primal within her beginning to crest. Her student did not obey, his palm almost as red as her rear, but still following through with more thunderous cracks across her butt.

Spruce’s eyes crossed as she whined. “Bennet, I said that’s, mph, enough!” If he spanked her around any more, she was going to—

Slap. Spruce saw stars. Her legs buckled, knees bending inwards as she began to squirt, gushing hot liquid lust between her thighs. Pleasure was everywhere, and everything. She couldn’t stop the moan from escaping her lips any more than she could stop the earth from rotating, a long, low groan that fell deeper the further down she slid, until she found herself kneeling downwards dog, her ass flushed pink and swelling in glorious pain.

Had she really just orgasmed? She had come all over Bennet’s hands, just from getting spanked. One part of her felt mortified, embarrassed that she'd let herself fall to him, but that part was small. Tiny. Easy enough to ignore.

What she felt most right now was love.

"Oh, wow..." Her voice sounded light and fuzzy in her ears. She was grinning, she realized.

She just felt so good, all over. Her eyes lidded as she brought her heavy chest up from the floor and gazed back at Bennet, her entire mind taking in his form. The shaped physique. Those piercing eyes. Fuck, she needed him. She was so, so, horny. She needed his shirt off. She needed his cock inside of her. She crawled around and pawed desperately at him, grabbing the hem of his pants.

“Fuck me,” she managed to whisper, staring face to face with the pronounced bulge in his pants. It filled her vision as it filled her mind. She needed him inside of her like she needed water to live. Her clit was humming with anticipation, her breath hot. Her gaze rose to his.

“Kiss me,” she said. Her smile was dopey and broad. “Fuck me.”

He grabbed her, lifting her to his chest and, as if to acquiesce, brought his lips closer to hers. Spruce closed her eyes. His hold felt so absolute. So strong and capable. Everything was simple. She was a silly, stacked fucktoy, and he was Master, her Owner, her God. She'd been so confused earlier, thinking herself in charge. This felt much better.

He brought her in, and she felt her lips brush against his.

A fist rapped on the door, sounding like gunshots in the small bedroom.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Bennet? What the hell is all that noise in there?” The sound was muffled through the door. It was a woman’s voice. She sounded tired and angry.

Spruce looked to Bennet. He met her gaze.

“Crap,” he said.