With honesty and openness

Your mind is still trying to comprehend his words when you feel your arms start to lower. You try to catch your balance, but your legs won't support your weight. Just as you're about to fall, Mr. Peterson's arm comes around your shoulders to catch you. He pulls you up until you're standing straight, knees still shaking. His breath is right in your ear, and you can feel the warmth of his body against you. "You've been doing very well, Miss Murray."

His arm around your shoulders pulls you against him as his other hand softly rubs the tender skin of your ass. You feel like you're melting into him. Why does this feel so right? "You are responding to this tutoring better than I could have hoped." His hand on your ass moves between your legs. "Your body is proving to be quite receptive to my methods." He gently squeezes your pussy. "Wouldn't you agree, Miss Murray?"

You let out a blissful sigh. "Haaannh... Yes, Mr. Peterson."

His arm around your shoulders moves to put his hand around your neck. "Would you also agree, Miss Murray, that you still require additional discipline?" His hand constricts, just enough for you to feel how strong he is. How easily he could cut off your breathing completely.

Discipline. You pull in a shaky breath. "Yes, Mr. Peterson." I do need more discipline. I need more punishment, more control.

I need to come again.

His hand on your neck squeezes tighter, restricting your airflow. "Very good, Miss Murray." He starts to gently rub your slick clit. "If you continue to demonstrate your understanding of the lesson, you will find I can be quite generous."

You lean back into his embrace, moaning softly. The dual sensations of his hand on your neck and his fingers on your clit are creating a delicious tension inside you. Your battered body relaxes against him, and you feel your fears and doubts evaporating. Please Mr. Peterson, keep teaching me. I can be a good student.

He releases your neck and pussy and starts to untie your arms. "It's time for a test, Miss Murray. If you can show me that you understand what I have taught you so far, I will allow you to climax. If you fail..." He allows your imagination to finish the sentence, knowing that you're looking straight ahead at his rack of tools. You shudder as you feel your juices drip down your thighs. I can do this. I can pass the test. I can earn that orgasm.

He finishes untying you. "Have a seat, Miss Murray." He gestures to the chair. The one with no seat. Your mouth gets dry, trying to imagine what he's going to do to you. How he'll test you. What he has in store for your soaked pussy.

You walk on unsteady legs over to the chair and sit. Looking closer, there's just enough of a seat to rest the edge of your ass and part of your thighs on it, but your pussy and asshole are completely exposed. Mr. Peterson walks behind you and places his hands on your shoulders. "What are the keys to this tutoring, Miss Murray?"

Discipline. Punishment. Pain. Pleasure. Drenching my panties. Sucking my cum off your fingers. You take a deep breath. "Honesty... and openness... Mr. Peterson."

He gently squeezes your shoulders. "Correct, Miss Murray. Remember this, and you will pass the test." Your body tenses and your clit buzzes with anticipation. His hands move from your shoulders down to your arms and he pulls them back behind the chair. He ties them together again, but this time they're also tied to the chair back.

Mr. Peterson reaches around in front of you and starts to unbutton your shirt, starting at the top. "To pass this test, Miss Murray, you will need to reveal parts of yourself that you may not have shown to anyone else." He unbuttons you all the way down past your chest, and then starts to pull your open shirt down your shoulders, exposing your bra. "You may find yourself revealing things that even you were not aware of." He pulls your bra straps down your shoulders, following your shirt. Your breasts come free, your bra and shirt bunched up around your waist. You can feel your nipples stiffen with excitement, but for some reason you aren't embarrassed to be exposing yourself like this. Not to him.

Now he kneels in front of you and starts to tie your legs to the chair. "This test will push you farther than you think you're ready to go, Miss Murray." Somehow he's able to ignore the dripping pussy and bare tits in front of him and focus on his task. "Remember what you've learned, what I've taught you." He finishes tying you down, and looks up past your exposed body to your face. Your cheeks get red as his eyes lock onto yours. "Are you ready, Miss Murray?"

Please test me, push me, show me what I can do. "Yes, Mr. Peterson."

He smiles at you, and you smile back at him. You're unable to move your limbs, but instead of feeling trapped or afraid, you feel... safe and secure. Rather than embarrassment at having your young body on display for him, you feel excitement. You've always enjoyed showing off your body to your partners, but this feels different. It's like Mr. Peterson is opening up a part of you nobody's ever seen before. Not even yourself.

He walks over to the table and pulls something out of a small chest underneath it. As he brings it back, you see it's a Hitachi vibrator on some kind of stand. Your breath gets shallow as he sets it up underneath you, and adjusts it so the head is pressing right against your clit. Without a word, he stands and walks behind you to the rack of tools. Something else, too? Your mind races with possibilities and your pussy burns with need. You can't wait for the test to start.

Mr. Peterson stands before you, and your eyes lock onto the tool in his hand. It's a knotted leather whip, flared into several strips at the end. "I trust you know what this is, Miss Murray?"

You swallow to clear the sudden lump in your throat. "Y-yes, Mr. Peterson."

"What is it, Miss Murray?"

Come on, aren't we past this basic stuff? "It's... a whip, Mr. Peterson."

"Would you like me to strike your breasts with it, Miss Murray?"

Your eyes go wide and your pussy clenches. Before your mind can even process the question, you answer, "Yes, Mr. Peterson."

He raises the whip, and your body tenses. Instead of bringing it down, he clicks something in his other hand, and the Hitachi buzzes against your pussy. "Ah!"

"Honest answers are rewarded, Miss Murray." He lets the vibrator go for a moment before clicking it off. "Dishonest answers, or hesitation, or insufficient openness..."

Fwip-crack! The whip comes down on your soft breast. "HANH!" Your breaths are heavy. You know he was holding back on that strike, and the pain was still intense in an entirely new way. You're suddenly very conscious of how sensitive and **** your breasts are. Trembling, you try to reassure yourself. You can do this, RC. Just answer the questions. You want to be open, you want to be honest, you want that orgasm.

"Similar to yesterday, Miss Murray, I will be asking you a series of questions. At the same time, I will be pushing your endurance to its limits. You will experience pain, but also pleasure, that it is up to you to control. You will no doubt want to climax before I allow it. That is part of the test. If you climax before being given permission..." he looks over at the large wooden X across the room. "The punishment will be quite ****."

Your eyes are wide, your mouth is dry, your pussy is wet against the Hitachi. Mr. Peterson looks back at you, and you suddenly feel a surge of determination. "I'm ready, Mr. Peterson. I can do this."

He raises an eyebrow, seemingly amused at you taking the initiative. "Indeed, Miss Murray. I am impressed by your confidence. We shall see how long that lasts." He clicks the vibrator on low, making you gasp. "For your openness."

"Th-thank you, Mr. Peterson."

He leaves the vibrator on, and begins the test. "Did you pleasure yourself after our tutoring session, Miss Murray?"

I thought that was obvious. "Yes, Mr. Peterson." He clicks the vibrator up a notch. "Mmmmmnnn." You can already feel an orgasm building.

"How many times did you bring yourself to climax while thinking about the tutoring?"

You think back, trying to recall the exact number. Fwip-crack! "AH! S-six, Mr. Peterson!" Fwip-crack! "Guh! M-Mr. Peterson? It was... I came six times." Fwip-crack! "HAANH! I-I-I don't remember exactly, Mr. Peterson! I was frig... er, pleasuring myself all night, and a bit this morning."

Mr. Peterson nods. "Much better, Miss Murray. Your honesty is commendable, but your openness still needs work. You must learn to give me everything. Do not hold back in your answers." He waits a moment, allowing the stinging pain in your breasts and the vibrator against your pussy to do their work. "Now, what is your name?"

The fuck? "My name is RC, Mr. Peterson." Fwip-crack! "Hnnng! RC Murray! M-my name is RC Murray, Mr. Peterson!" Fwip-crack! Fwip-crack! The whip comes down once on each breast. "FWAAAAH! Mr. Peterson? Th-that's my name!" He's... he's not going to...

"Miss Murray, I am your teacher. I see your name on the class roster every day. Now, what is your given name?"

You fucking asshole.

Fwip-CRACK! "NYAAAAAAnnnnnhh..." He's not holding back anymore. You pull in a shuddering breath and answer through clenched teeth. "Rose Charlotte. My given name is Rose Charlotte Murray, Mr. Peterson." You know he already knew that, but giving him that name yourself feels like letting him in to a secret place inside you. You don't use that name with anyone.

"And why do you choose to hide your given name, Miss Murray?"

"I'm not hiding—" Fwip-CRACK! Fwip-CRACK! Fwip-CRACK! "AAAANNNH! Gaahh... haaaaannnh..." Each blow sends a shock of **** pain through you, blanking your mind and making your pussy gush against the vibrator. Your body trembles as you try to find your voice. "It's... I just... It doesn't fit. It isn't my name, Mr. Peterson!" You look at him defiantly.

Mr. Peterson nods. "And yet it was given to you."

"My father gave it to me. It isn't mine." Fwip-CRACK! "Hnnnng... Mr. Peterson." Somehow, you're still able to meet his gaze with defiance. In spite of your bruised tits. In spite of your soaked pussy. In spite of your body, trembling and bound and barely covered with what's left of your schoolgirl uniform.

"And where is your father now, Miss Murray?"

"He's... he's gone, Mr. Peterson." You see the whip twitch in his hand, but he holds back. Part of you wishes he would strike you again, even harder. Something about this line of questions is making you **** for... more punishment.

"Have you ever engaged in anal intercourse, Miss Murray?"

You blink, taken aback by the sudden change of topic. "Er, yes, Mr. Peterson. S-sort of. I... I've tried a few times, but it never really worked out."

"And why is that, Miss Murray?"

Thinking about getting your ass fucked is making your pussy hot. It's suddenly very difficult to think about anything other than how good the vibrator feels against your clit. "Uh, I'm not... I think I just wasn't ready, the first time. And the next couple times my, um, partners weren't very experienced with it."

Mr. Peterson raises the intensity of the vibrator again. "Did you enjoy the... attempts? Were they at all pleasurable?"

That orgasm is getting very close. "Haannh... I did, er, they were, Mr. Peterson. It was scary, at first, but I... mmn... I liked the feeling of... of something in my asshole. It hurt, but not too much. Hooaaaah... It was hot. I... I wish it had worked. I wanted my ass fucked." The gush of words surprises you. You haven't thought about anal at all since the last time you tried it with your ex, but now you want to tell Mr. Peterson every fantasy you've ever had about your ass.

Almost as much as you want to come.

Mr. Peterson clicks the remote, and now the vibrator is pulsing against you. "How often do you pleasure yourself, Miss Murray?"

"Hahh... hannh... every day, Mr. Peterson. It's the first thing I do in the morning... oh, fuck... and the... hng... the last thing I do at night. I'm always thinking about it when I'm not doing it. I use toys when I can... fuh fuh ffffuuuuuuck... or my fingers when I can't. I play with my ass sometimes... sh-shhhhhit... I fuck my own pussy... nnnnnnnnnnnng... I love to play with my clit... oohhhhhhhhhh FUCK! Please can I come, Mr. Peterson?"

You're looking up at him, eyes pleading, cheeks flushed, mouth hanging open. He gives you a small smile. "Not quite yet, Miss Murray. When was the first time you pleasured yourself?"

Your eyes go wide. "It was... MMNnnnah it was years ago, M-Mr. Peterson." Fwip-CRACK! "GYAAH!"

"You can do better than that, Miss Murray."

Your whole body is shaking. The pain from that last impact had gone straight to your pussy. It takes every ounce of your willpower to hold back your orgasm. "Hnnnnnnnn... it was a long time ago, Mr. Peterson. Haaaaaaannh... I don't remember exactly. I've always been... nnnnnnnAH! I've always been really into sex stuff." Fwip-CRACK! "KYAAH!"

"I can tell you're holding back, Miss Murray. Do you wish to climax or not?"

Your pussy is rhythmically clenching in time with the pulsing of the vibrator. You can't help yourself. "Please, yes, Mr. P-Peterson. Ahhh ffffuuuuuck..."

"Then tell me, Miss Murray, what was it that led to your first auto-erotic experience?"

Please don't make me. "I... I don't remember Mr. Peterson." Fwip-CRACK! "HAANNH! It was... it was too long ago!" Fwip-CRACK! "FWAAH! Mr. P-Peterson... MMNNnn I can't!" Fwip-CRACK! "MY DAD! My da... NNG my f-father s-spanked me and sent me to my room and I touched myself for the f-first time... haaaaaaAAAAANNH Mr. Peterson please!"

"Come for me, Miss Murray."

First, you feel your body relax as you let go. An instant later, the orgasm explodes out of your pussy, filling your body with shuddering pleasure. You can't breathe. You can't make a sound. Your limbs pull against the ropes as the feeling of sweet release rocks through you. Girlcum hits the vibrator and splashes against your thighs, dripping onto the floor. As the first wave finally crests you pull in a great gasping breath and let it out as a yell of pure unrestrained joy.

Mr. Peterson turns off the vibrator as the last aftershocks tremble their way through your system. He steps closer and cups your cheek with his hand. You look up at him, still not believing what just happened.

"I'm very proud of you, Miss Murray. You passed the test. You opened yourself to me, you were honest with yourself, and you had the discipline to hold back under **** conditions. Now, what do you have to say?"

All you can manage is a breathless whisper. "Th-thank you... Mr. Peterson..."

He smiles at you, and you can't help but smile back. "We're almost through this part of the tutoring, Miss Murray. As the last step in training your body, I will show you your absolute limit, and then break it. I will break you, Miss Murray, so that together we can build something new."

Your pussy begins to tingle again. "Please, Mr. Peterson. I want you to break me."

He strokes your cheek, so softly. "Very good, Miss Murray. I need you to make a choice again. I can break you with pain, or I can break you with pleasure. Neither path will be like anything you have ever experienced before. It is up to you which path we take."

You take a deep breath. You're ready.