A Student's Lesson

Sally wanted to snap back at the old man. Something to wipe off that smug look on his face. She realized she had to get control of herself. She hated being with this disgusting...

"I said, do I MAKE MYSELF UNDERSTOOD, Yeager!" he all but bellowed.

Sally's body jerked. "Yes, sir, " she squeaked.

The old man kept going. "Once you have entered this room you will follow my second instruction to stand before me at attention." He paused a moment to let that sink in.

It didn't take long for Sally to figure out what 'Old Baldy' wanted: To see her standing in front of him revealing everything. She shuddered knowing that this bastard was enjoying every moment of her debasing herself. Could she back out even now? She felt a tremor in her arms and legs that threatened to overwhelm her. She felt her resistance under his glare topple. Slowly, with a sob, her arms began to drop.

"Miss Yeager," the serious looking man said. "What ARE you doing?"

Sally froze. "What...sir?" Her arms quickly stopping in place. She was so confused. What did Cox want her to do?!

"Didn't I say you will follow my tacit instructions? Do you WANT to expose yourself to me?" he said with feigned shock.

"N...n...no, sir!" Pressing her hands and arms firmly back in place. She could feel the tears very close now.

Giving the girl one more shake of his head in mock disbelief, the old man continued. "Yeager, you will receive most, if not all, of your serious corporal punishment in this room. I will determine the manner that you shall receive said punishment and the count."

Sally shuddered. He spoke as if he was in class.

"Strokes are to be counted aloud. One, sir, two, sir, twenty, sir, as the case may be." He paused briefly and heard Yeager gasp. Continuing, he added, "It goes without saying that I will not hesitate to repeat a stroke where I feel this is warranted."

Watching the teen closely, the disciplinarian could see that she was under extreme duress. She was breaking: and he knew he could break her easily. His fingers began to lightly touch the strap hanging behind him. It was time for her most critical test.

"Yeager, I want you to understand that I value honesty. In here especially so. Do you understand?"

Sally nodded jerkily. Yes, sir."

"And while we were in the hallway you were not giving me completely honest answers to my questions. Am I right?"

Sally's confusion was growing. What did she lie about? "I...I don't know; Sir?"

The old tutor sighed, "Let me ask the question again and this time I want the unvarnished truth." He then looked at the cowering teen closely. "Why are you so averse to me punishing you while you are bared?"

"Sir? Why...?"

He sighed. "There is no why. No what. Just give me your honest answer!"

Sally, now sweating nervously, said what any teenage girl would in their situation. "Because; a man like you; shouldn't see me like this."

The ancient looking man stared at the girl for a moment. He stopped toying with the strap behind him. Grabbing it, he pulled the fifteen inches of leather into view. The teen moaned audibly. "One more chance, Yeager. The absolute truth. What kind of man am I?"

A tear began to run down Sally's face. Without pause, it leapt from her cheek and fell wetly onto her barely covered breast. Something snapped inside. A white flame suddenly erupted in the girl. Knowing that she was sealing her fate she blurted, "Because you're an awful old pervert who gets his kicks looking at girls like me!" All of her pent up frustrations started tumbling out. "Your ugly! I hate you...what you did to me and my friends last year..." She started sobbing. "Your an abomination!" Sally then stopped herself. Oh God, what did I just do?!

The disciplinarian had stopped stroking the piece of oiled leather in his hands. Slowly, he started nodding his head. His eyes began to have an amused look about them. Then; the old man started laughing.

"He's crazy," she thought. Sally began to look around the room for anything she could grab. Anything at all to defend herself...

"Sally. Sally," he snorted. "That was a mouthful and then some." The man then put the strap back on the table. "And I do believe that was the first time since we first met that you have been completely honest with me."

This had to be some kind of trick, Sally thought. She tensed as the teen saw Cox move away from the table.

The former professor grew serious again. "For that I will forget your impertinence and tardiness." He locked eyes with the naked teen. "Luckily for you I don't flog students for no purpose." The old man then said quietly, "You may think I'm a monster, Yeager, but hopefully you may see me in a different light at the end of our time together." He strode toward the door taking the key out, a smirk growing on his face. "And I saved you some effort having you remove your clothes before your next lesson, Yeager." He opened the door. "Get ready for Gym!"

Sally, seeing the door open, bolted into the hallway and ran to her room. The smirking man couldn't help but watch the unmarked bottom of the teen bouncing cheerily away from him. "I want you back out here in three minutes, Yeager!" he shouted after her. The door slammed closed.

Then he noticed his assistant was coming into the hallway from the stairs. The old man plucked Sally's clothes off the hooks as the tall lady approached. Looking at the garments in his hand her eyebrows arched.

"Can I presume that since your up here, Miss Holeman, you have received a call?"

Beth smiled conspiratorially. "Just as you thought, sir. Some people are so predictable."

The gentleman noted that his assistant had changed out of her professional attire and now was wearing a black robe. Even out of her heels she still had an inch on him. Nodding, Mr. Cox indicated the classroom. "Are you ready for the next challenge, Miss Holeman?"

The tall woman snorted. "From her? You have got to be kidding."

He frowned. "Don't take this lightly, Miss Holeman. You know what we have been tasked to do." There was more than a bit of hardness to his voice.

The blond lady blanched. "Of course, sir. I'm sorry, Mr. Cox."

Staring at her a moment longer, he said, "Get started."

"Yes, sir," and the lady quickly went into the classroom.

The former teacher now stood alone in the hallway. Looking at the door where his charge was supposedly dressing for the next lesson he couldn't help but smile. One thing he could say about young Sally; she was an excellent judge of character.

Chapter Eight

Sally was scared. Standing naked in the middle of 'her room' she heard voices outside the door. Then it grew quiet.

Wiping the tears that had finally stopped she tried to assess her situation. She had heard the...what was he? A psychopath? Well, no. She had flat out insulted the man to his face and he had laughed it off. The old man could have beaten her, made her do things...but he didn't? It didn't make any sense. Why did he let her go?

Not that it was much safer here and time was running out. He had said three minutes.

Not wanting the bastard busting in on her while still naked, Sally opened one of the drawers of the cupboard. Hurriedly, the girl slipped on the black sports bra she had brought. Once over her head it took a moment to get it over her large chest. It was a heavy duty design that covered nearly all of her upper torso and boy did she need it.

"You have one minute, Yeager." Sally could hear the dreaded voice through the door.

Not wasting any more time, Sally kicked her shoes and stockings off. Not messing with her panties she grabbed her maroon shorts, put both feet in and then yanked them up so hard she gave herself a wedgie. The nervous girl had just got her running shoes on when Mr. Cox burst in with her clothes in hand.

"Yeager, I told you to meet me outside!" the disciplinarian shouted.

Sally held her breath watching the man yell at her. She fought back the panic that threatened to overwhelm; to make her do something stupid. I can't make this any worse! Taking a deep breath, Sally said as calmly as she could, "I'm sorry, sir. I'm ready now." There was still a tremor in the teen's voice.

The angry looking man stared at her narrowly. "Fine then. Get out here. Immediately!"

Tense, ready for anything, Sally cautiously walked by the disturbed former school teacher and entered the hallway. Once out of the room, she saw him throw her clothes on the floor.

"You will clean your room when the next lesson is finished, Yeager."

Her anger rising again, she fought for self-control. He's baiting you she told herself. "Yes, sir," was all she said.

"One more thing, Yeager," the old man said looking down at the teen, "Although what you said back there was not crude and refreshingly honest, you will not refer to me in that manner from here on out. Am I making myself very clear?" He looked back at the door with the hooks next to it.

Sally nodded nervously. "Yes, sir."

"Let's get in the classroom then."

Again, being very cautious, Sally followed Mr. Cox into the larger room. She came up short. There were mats spread out on the floor...where did those come from? But the biggest surprise was Mr. Cox's assistant standing near the desk, now dressed in a robe. For a brief instant, Sally's hopes rose. Then, looking closer at the stern expression on the tall lady's face, that quickly faded. What the fuck were they up to now?

Mr. Cox walked around the mats and stood before the desk. "Miss Holeman will be leading your gym time here. I will of course be monitoring your activities to make sure you meet the standards of Warrington as well as mine." Sitting down he waved to the tall blond standing at the end of the mat.

Nodding, Beth addressed the shorter lady for the first time. "Miss Yeager. I will be starting with a few stretches and warmups to check your limberness. Please remove your shoes and socks and stand on the mat." She pointed to a spot near the middle of the mats indicating where she wanted Sally to go. Tentatively, the busty teen did so. When she was barefoot the student looked back at Miss Holeman.

Sally did a double take. The tall lady had shed her robe revealing the body of a fitness model. She wore a french cut unitard made of a shiny silvery colored material that rippled over her well toned muscles. Miss Holeman was not a bodybuilder but Sally could tell the lady trained hard to look the way she did. Her conical B cups seemed to not need any support at all. The young girl had a sudden feeling of inferiority at her appearance which she had never felt before.

"Lets start with the upper body." Miss Holeman ran through a few neck and arm stretches. Mr. Cox paid particular attention when Sally raised both arms above her head, twisting this way and that. The teen knew what he was doing, but it was better than what could have happened earlier she supposed.

Finishing with that, the blond spread her feet a yard wide and began stretching the lower back and legs. Sally felt proud she could touch the mat with her palms and had no problem reaching under her spread legs. Well, as much as her boobs would let her at least. Thank god the old letch wasn't behind her.

"Miss Yeager. Can you do the splits?" her instructor asked, calmly moving into a side sitting split.

"Um, no, Ma'am. It's been a long time since I have." Miss Holeman's outfit really didn't leave much to the imagination down there Sally thought to herself. She must not be wearing any liner under that. Suddenly remembering that she herself had no underwear on, Sally wondered what might be showing down there as well!

"Let's see how far you can go." The instructor commanded.

Sighing, the teen turned sideways and let her feet slide apart. She felt her leg muscles tighten up as she moved down. With six inches still under her she could go no further. Sally refused to look at 'Old Baldy' but knew for sure he was watching her every move.

"Hmmm," said Miss Holeman. "We will have to work on that. She grabbed her rear leg and pulled it to her back.

Holy fuck! Sally thought to herself.

Mr. Cox spoke up. "Perhaps you could help Miss Yeager with her stretches, Miss Holeman?"

"Of course." The fit lady stood smoothly. Sally watched her come close. She really was a lot taller than her. "Let's start with a halfway lift with your hands on the shins."

Sally, having no idea what the girl was talking about, looked at her questioningly.

With a little grin on her face, Beth explained. "Feet together, bend over and place your hands on the front of your shins."

Sally slowly did so. After she had bent down with her bottom thrust out, she realized that she had mimicked a classic caning position. Mr. Cox, for his part, raised an eyebrow.

"Now straighten your legs back until they are nearly locked. You should feel your leg muscles stretch out as well as your bottom and back."

Sally began to push her knees back; and couldn't believe how quickly the tightness built up.

"Now hold it for a bit." Miss Holeman reached and lightly rubbed the younger lady's legs. "Feeling it here?"

"Yes, ma'am." Sally had to admit that the woman seemed to know what she was doing.

They did a few more stretches and lunges. Sally was actually surprised when, helped by Miss Holeman, she pulled off a standing split. It was not surprising that Mr. Cox had an excellent view of course. Once more she let her legs slide apart and found herself only three inches above the mat.

"Better," Miss Holeman said. "The gym mistress at your school seems to keep you in adequate shape."

Sally didn't know what to make of the backhanded compliment. Most girls at school thought she was in excellent condition. Looking at the taut woman next to her, she did wonder if the blond worked out every waking moment of the day.

Miss Holeman helped the teen up out of the split. "Now let's check your agility." She indicated two pieces of tape about two feet apart. "If you could..."

"Miss Holeman, " Mr. Cox interrupted.

The tall woman paused clearly not expecting this. "Sir?"

Sally looked on with trepidation. Anything the ugly man had to say couldn't be good. She wasn't disappointed.

"I'm sure your regimen is very thorough, Miss Holeman, but I find adversarial workouts really test a persons limits. Wrestling for example." the man said that as if it was the most sensible idea he had ever had. Miss Holeman's nonplussed expression as well as Sally's jaw seemingly to have become unhinged let the old gentleman know that it wasn't.

"What!? Sir?" Sally exclaimed. "I've never wrestled before!"

Mr. Cox grinned. "An excellent opportunity to learn then! Miss Holeman has some experience I'm sure."

Shrugging, the early twenty something appeared to collect her thoughts a moment. "Miss Yeager, it appears we will be practicing Greco-Roman wrestling today." Sally sighed but didn't complain, knowing what could happen if she did.

Miss Holeman quickly ran through the rules. No striking. No choking or holds that could endanger the neck or head area. Pins on the back for a three count was three points. Throws one point. Holds for more than ten seconds one point. Forcing the opponent off the mat one point as well.

The older woman nodded to the junior indicating for her to get ready. Mr. Cox sat up in his chair, his attention completely focused on the girls.

Slowly, with hair in single braids, the thinly clad opponents circled each other. Sally warily watched her 'tutor' spread into a slightly crouched position. Not really knowing what to do she decided to match the pose. Sally tried to think what advantages she could have...

With a suddenness that surprised the teen, the taller lady swept in looking for a grab near Sally's waist. Instinctively, she locked her hands on both of the taller woman's arms and fell back. In seconds Sally's feet came off the mat.

"A point for Miss Holeman!" the now eager teacher exclaimed. "Yeager, you will have to do better than that!" He then noticed Sally's look of frustration. "You need motivation, obviously." Seeming to think about it, the balding man smiled crookedly. "I know! For every point difference between the two of you, that will earn the loser a swat on your," he looked meaningfully downward, "posterior."

Sally looked as if she were going to protest.

"Unless of course you wish to skip this class? We can fill the time easily."

Mr. Cox's intimation was all too clear to the teen. Sally bit down hard on her anger that threatened to rise into another outburst. "No, sir," she said sullenly. Sally began to realize that 'Old Baldy' was going to find a way to punish her bottom, one way or another.

Sally turned to the ridiculously fit lady who was standing in the middle of the mats. The teen began to move into a defensive position but was stopped by a shake of the older lady's head.

Miss Holeman pointed at a spot next to her feet. "After losing a point you must get on all fours. The position in wrestling is called par terre. I will place you in a hold and then you must break it."

Tanya's shoulders slumped. Wonderful! Getting down on the mat in front of the old bastard was exactly what she didn't want to do. Sighing, the eighteen year old knelt down and placed her hands on the mat.

From the former professor's perspective, the view of his pupil couldn't have been better. She did look a bit submissive with her bottom facing him. It couldn't be helped that her fine curves drew his eyes so readily.

Sally sensed Miss Holeman kneel and wrap her arms around her waist. How was she getting out of this? Almost immediately Sally felt the woman pull her to the side. The teen attempted to spread her arms and legs trying to keep contact with the mat but found herself steadily being pulled further over. Feeling a hand on her shoulder she was summarily flipped on her back.

Reacting quickly, Sally reached for the blond's arm but found her hand grasping a much stronger thigh instead. Miss Holeman had turned away and grabbed one of her legs and was pulling it up! A moment later all Sally could see was a rock hard ass descending on her boobs. Her back pressed firmly to the floor she heard a gleeful Mr. Cox count "One, two, three!"

Miss Holeman immediately released the inexperienced smaller girl and shook her head. "That was a poor choice keeping your back near the ground Miss Yeager. You have to wait for a better opportunity."

Sally, her cheeks burning, snapped back, "Like when? After six months of practice?"

Something passed over the blond's face. "We can't always choose the positions we are placed in." She walked to the far corner. "Learn, adapt; and try to come out on top."

Sally stood slowly. Knowing how unfair this contest was she felt her anger finally take over. Fine. Let her come then.

Miss Holeman started to close in on the teen once again. Sally tensed but did not move. The tall lady gave Sally a condescending look and then began to move to the girl's left. At least she started to when Sally suddenly charged her. In two quick strides the smaller girl lowered her shoulder into the midsection of the surprised woman. Reacting quickly, the flexible blond twisted enough to avoid the full force of Sally's charge, but it still put her off balance and she fell on her back as Sally passed. The wind rushed out of the blond and she was momentarily stunned. Just as Sally recovered from her headlong charge, Miss Holeman regained her feet.

"Stop!" Both girls froze, each with a look of fire in their eyes. A surprisingly spry Mr. Cox strode out on the mat. "To your corners! Immediately!" he shouted at Miss Holeman after she failed to move. Flinching, the tall lady finally responded with a "Yes, sir." Giving the younger teen a glare she moved away and kneeled in the corner taking deep breaths.