Amanda Jane: Spanked by the Tutor

 

Spanked by the Tutor

By Yu May and Amanda-Jane

Amanda Jane was slouching on the easy chair, listening to her Spotify playlist to block out the conversation between her father and his friend, Mr. James Stern.

Amanda Jane’s father had called Mr. Stern to help him hold Amanda accounts for her slipping grades, and had warned Amanda to prepare herself for a “serious” one-on-one tutoring session while he was away on business. 

After Mr. Stern saw her father off, he turned to the teenage girl with calm authority. “Well, Amanda Jane, I expect you to do your best to get your homework done. Your father already explained to you what to expect if you slack off. Get to work.” 

Amanda Jane pouted. Her father had been droning on about needing to “correct her attitude” but she’d only half paid attention. “Umm, what do you mean? It’s Saturday morning. I’m going to the mall.”

He gave her a firm pat across her behind. “No, you are not going to the mall. Have a seat.”

Amanda jumped at the contact. “Hey! Did you just grab my butt? 

Mr Stern pointed toward her father’s study. “I did not grab your butt. I swatted you. Don’t pretend you don’t know the difference. Your father already explained to me that you know what the rules are. Last warning. March to your desk, young lady.”

She noticed a strange object in the study room. It seemed Dad had gone and bought a wooden school desk, and set it up last night. Amanda scowled. “Terrific.”

She walked over to the desk, frowning as she examined it.

Mr. Stern casually opened the curtains, letting in some sunlight. It was a beautiful day and some of her neighbors were out walking. He glanced at her. “Hmm. That’s more like it.”

Amanda groaned, with theatrical exaggeration. “This is stuuuuupid.”

“One more comment like that, and I’ll give you something to whine about. Straight to work. I’ll be here if you have questions. Otherwise, I plan to do some reading.”

“Aren’t you supposed to help me?”

“Yes, but I’m not doing your homework problems for you. Take a crack at it. When you’re finished, I’ll evaluate your work.” 

She tried to sit at the strange desk. It was pretty small, so she was force to squeeze into her seat. Amanda examined the top skeptically. It looked like it had a lid.

Mr. Stern glanced at her. Apparently, he was satisfied that she seemed to be obeying…for now.

She felt stupid. The seat was hard on her jean-clad bottom. “Where’s my homework then?”

 

Mr. Ster narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you keep track of it? Your father said you should have it from school.”

She looked at the dining room table, pursing her lips. “I left it on the table over there.” 

“Well, then fetch it, of course. You’re excused from the desk if you need to get something or use the bathroom. Otherwise, keep your butt on that chair.”

She scoffed. “Pfft! I said it was there. It’s not there now! …Oh, wait a minute.” 

She lifted the desk lid up. “Daddy put it here.” 

She groaned. She was hoping she’d left it at school.

Mr. Stern tapped a finger against the desk. “Very good. Then straight to work.”

Amanda turned, muttering to herself, mimicking Stern’s words, before something in the desk caught her eye. “Straight to work! Fine, I’ll just—Eh? There…there’s something else in here?” 

She took out a neatly folded pile of school clothes, and with increasing horror, she recognizedi it as a formal school uniform. “Is—Is this for me? What’s this for?”

Mr. Stern turned, and noticed the bundle of clothes. “Ah! I forgot about that. Your father wants you to be prepared for school dress code. Good way to put you in the academic mindset. Of course, you may be excused to go change. Then straight back to your desk.”

She scraped the chair back noisily. “This sucks.” 

Mr. Stern’s ear twitched. 

As Amanda grabbed the clothes and stood from her seat, Mr. Stern casually strolled to face her. Then he reached around and clapped her sharply across the upper thigh. “No more complaints. Off with you!”

Amanda jumped, and clutched her thigh. “Owwww!” 

It hurt even through her jeans. Then she heard a giggle, and turned to see two children peering at her through the wide window. She recognized them as the two of her local neighborhood’s snot-nosed brats. But before she could say anything, Mr. Stern grabbed her by the shoulders, twisted her around, and clapped her across her other thigh with equal force. “Move it!”

With a yelp, Amanda hustled to her room. After she got changed, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. The uniform was at least two sizes two small for her.

She came back tugging at her skirt, hissing. “I can’t wear thissss… It barely covers my bottom. You can’t make me!”

Mr. Stern nodded, seeming pleased, and settled himself into his easy chair across the room from Amanda’s work desk. “Hmm, rules for skirt lengths must have relaxed since my school days. Used to be it had to cover your knees entirely while kneeling.”

Amanda folded a hand behind her back, painfully aware of how the hem of the skirt tickled against her lower bottom. “I can’t walk around like this.”

Mr. Stern shrugged, and picked up his book. “But that’s what your father got for you, so it’s what you’ll be wearing.”

“Uggghh!” She quickly dashed to the desk again.

Unfortunately for Amanda, the “Uggghh!” caught Mr. Stern’s ear. He pretended to read but subtly kept an eye on her from his peripheral vision.

She sighed dramatically, sat, and opened her books.

Mr. Stern kept his silence. He really didn’t want to spank her—not unless she deserved it—but Amanda was certainly taking her sweet time.

She looked up from her book, frowning. “It’s maths. I hate maths. And can you close the curtains? They’re all looking in.”

“No. Sunlight is good for your eyes. If you need help, ask for it plainly.”

She sulked, looked at the work, and couldn’t do it. Maths was never her strong point. She rubbed the spot where he had smacked her leg, and saw a pinkish mark there too.

She fidgeted on the wood. It felt harder, unyielding. Her skirt was so short that her panties were touching the wooden chair.

Then, she heard her phone buzz. It was a text from her friend Emma. “Hey, Amanda. Be at A&F in half an hour.” 

Without even bothering to silence her phone, Amanda started thinking out loud as she typed. “Hey, Ems. Yeah. Umm, I’m getting tutored….”

She deleted her text and retyped it. “I mean—I’m stuck at home. I’m home.”

Emma wrote back. “Hang on. I’m driving.” Then, Amanda’s phone rang, and she answered.

“Hey, Am-Jay. Sorry. If Dad finds out I was texting and driving he’ll make sure I don’t sit down comfortably again for the next year.”

Amanda snorted. “Tch! Like it’s any of his business. He’s not your boss, Ems.”

Suddenly, Mr. Stern appeared behind Amanda, and snatched out of her hands. “You are supposed to be studying.”

Emma’s muffled voice came from the other end of the phone. “Huh? Who’s there, Am-Jay?”

Amanda spun in her chair, struggling to extricate herself from the cramped work desk. “Wait, what? That’s mine.” 

Mr. Stern glared at the phone screen. “Is this…Emma Woodhouse?”

Suddenly, Emma’s voice went up an octave. “Muh…Mister Stern? What are you doing there?”

Amanda tried to leap to her feet, but Mr. Stern easily held her down win a single hand across her shoulder. Amanda grit her teeth. “Give it back!”

Mr. Stern turned away from Amanda, addressing Emma across the phone. “I’m tutoring Amanda Jane. Her grades have slipped, so she is on restriction for the week. She will not be free to join you at the mall today.”

Emma chuckled, nervously. “Heh! Of course! In that case, I’ll just—”

“Also, Emma, I would suggest you refrain from using your phone at all while driving. I believe you should discuss the matter with your father...before I visit you this weekend.”

There was a crackling sound that was either screeching wheels, or a screeching teenage girl. Emma answered. “Y-yes sir, Mr. Stern! I’ll call Daddy right now…I mean, right after I get off the road.”

“See that you do.” Mr. Stern hung up on Emma. “I’ll be holding onto this. Back at your desk.”

Her jaw dropped. “No way. I’m not doing anything till I call my dad.” She folded her arms petulantly.

He took her by the wrist and led her to the center of the room. “I will be calling him, immediately after I deal with you. Your father already made something quite clear. Slow obedience is disobedience. I already warned you once. Let’s see if a spanking helps you concentrate on what’s important.” 

He emphasized the word “spanking” by reaching around to clap her both her upper thighs at once.

Amanda drawled sarcastically. “Owwwww! Nooooo! The windows opennnn….”

But the moment that Mr. Stern reached around and hiked up her skirt, Amanda’s voice instantly switched from whiny to panicked. “What are you doing??? Lemme goooo!”

Mr. Stern held her skirt tight against her back with one arm as he swatted her with his free hand. “I’m spanking you of course. If you don’t like the idea of the neighbors seeing your spanking, then I suggest you shape up your attitude, right now.” 

He clapped her booty, twice across each cheek. She caught a glimpse of a neighbor walking their dog a block away, but they weren’t looking at her at the moment.

“Owwww. Please don’t do this here. Do it upstairs. Pleeeeeasse, I’m sorry. Put my skirt down.”

He released his grip on her skirt, led her toward the desk and sat down. Then he pulled her across his lap. She caught a glimpse of the neighbors, but they only seemed mildly curious before she was pulled down across his lap, and the window was out of sight. “Perhaps, if you lie very still, and behave yourself, we can get this over with quickly, without attracting much attention.” He fixed his grip on her waist to secure her across his lap, and pulled her skirt all the way up, rumpling it against the small of her back.

She felt her panties exposed, before he patted her across the panties three times. Not hard. She realized he was just warming up his arm.

“Noooo. Please. Not like this. I’m not a little girl.” 

She squirmed across his lap, as he took his time petting her backside.

“That’s right. So you should know better.” He planted the first swat with deliberate force, to make a point. This was how hard he could spank. He waited a few seconds to let her feel the effects.

As far as Amanda was concerned, it felt like she’d accidentally sat on a hot waffle iron.

She caught her breath. “Owwwwwwww.” 

As she kicked her legs, she heard another two claps, left then right, before she felt the rising sting, like a delayed reaction. “Look I’ll be good. Just stop spanking ok?? Ahhh–howwwwww!”

Mr. Stern made sure the fourth spank was extra hard to shut her up. “This is not a negotiation. You will be good, because the next spanking will be worse. Stop kicking. Think about what you did wrong, young lady.” 

Then he spanked at a steady, firm pace. One, and two, and three, and four.

“Aaaahhhhhhhhh.” She started to blubber.

The ninth and tenth spanks were extra hard, right below her panty line on either side. Mr. Stern paused to give her time to feel the full effect.

“Owowwwwwww please. I’ll behave. Ok. I’ll do the homework. I won’t go to the malllll. I’ll—I’ll stay here all day with you, okaaaay?”

Mr. Stern patted her bottom gently. “That’s more like it. Ten spanks would be enough for a naughty little girl who forgot to listen. Let’s hope it will serve as a stern warning. But before I let you up, I want to make sure you’ve learned your lesson. What did you do wrong, Amanda Jane?”

“I—I—Was…rude?” She clenched her bottom expecting a spank, but none came. Amanda swallowed. “I didn’t want to wear the school uniform. Ummm…I didn’t wanna do the homework. Erm—and, and—I said that this…Sucks?”

He patted her head. “Very good. And what do you say when you’re rude to someone, and want to do better?”

Amanda frowned, and forced her voice to sound polite. “Uh, I’m really sorry? I won’t do it again. I promise.”

“Then I forgive you. Now there’s only one thing left to do.” 

He stood her up on her feet. “Hands behind your head Amanda. Your parents made the rules clear when they called me. Anytime you get spanked, you lose your panties for the rest of the day to act as a warning. I took it easy on you this time…” 

He lifted her skirt and tucked it into the elastic waistband, before pinching her panties and gliding them down to her knees. “…but this bottom will remain bare for the rest of the day. Which means the next spanking will be on the bare, so if you don’t want there to be a ‘next spanking,’ then sit down and get right to work.”

Her face turned beet red as he took her panties down. Her hands covered her front and she looked at him then the window. Sure enough there was a small gaggle of pre-teen boys, phones out, grinning stupidly as they videoed the whole humiliating affair through the window.

Mr. Stern immediately grabbed her hands and put them behind her head. “Nope! None of that. Not listening to instructions is what got you in this fix in the first place. Keep your hands behind your head, march straight to the desk, then sit down.”

Mr. Stern spotted the boys behind him at the window. “Seems the neighbors have taken a polite interest in your study session. Get going, Amanda Jane.” For emphasis, he added a firm smack, smack across the center of her rear.

She scurried to the desk, giving the boys a glimpse of her full moon before she sat down, wincing. She recognised two of the boys, and whined under her breath. “Oh, God! Just let me dieeeeee!”

She squirmed as she felt her bare butt chase against the old wooden seat.

Mr. Stern waited until she was fully settled on her seat, then finally turned his attention to the boys and rapped the window. “Off with you!” He sighed. “Can’t stand having busybodies watching me while I’m trying to read.”

She opened the book again and tried to get the first problem started, bottom and thighs stinging. 

Sniffling, she frowned as Mr. Stern shooed them off. Why bother? It was too late and they already had their evidence.

Mr. Stern smiled as he sat back at his seat. “Remember, Amanda, don’t be afraid to ask for help.”

She mumbled, “Whatever.”

Most fortunately for Amanda’s backside, he didn’t hear that. Mr. Stern picked up his book, Crime and Punishment, and began to read.

Slowly, Amanda finished working through the questions. Ten of them. She’d was pretty sure she’d gotten at least three right.

Suddenly, Mr. Stern appeared behind her, peering over her shoulder. “All through? You took your time. Well, let’s have a look.” 

He took her answer sheet and looked it over. Then he frowned. “Amanda Jane, do you suspect you might have gotten any of these answers wrong?”

She fidgeted in the chair. “Ummm…Maybeeeee? Like, one or two wrong.” 

Mr. Stern shook his head as he finished writing X’s through her answers with a red ink pen. “Amanda Jane, I asked you—twice—if you needed help. Now, you’ve wasted your whole morning. I can see I’ll have to tutor you more carefully. But first…” 

He scooped her up by the armpits and set her on her feet. Then he twisted her around and led her toward the chair by the window. “…No more warnings. You’ve earned yourself a proper spanking this time.”

Amanda tightened her mouth, and tried to cover her exposed bottom with one hand. “But, Sirrrrr, I tried my hardesssst. And why by the window?”

He opened a drawer on her father’s work desk and set out a wooden ruler. Then he hauled her across his lap. “Three out of ten is hardly your best effort. You’re perfectly capable of doing better, but you stubbornly refused to accept help. We are doing this spanking here and now because this is what your ‘best effort’ earned you. Serves you right if the neighbors overhear. Let them see what becomes of a stubborn dunce. But don’t worry, your parents and I will be working together to ensure you give your real best effort. I’ll be visiting you at least once a day to check on your progress. And if you aren’t showing improvement…” 

Mr. Stern whipped the sturdy ruler across her buttocks with a practiced swing. He’d clearly done this before, and he was done playing around. “…then this will help motivate you.”

She felt a hot line across her buttocks, which were already smarting from the previous spanking. A red welt slowly rose across the point of impact.

“Owwwwwwwww.” 

She kicked her legs wide, blushing. “Once a weeeeek? But I’ve got normal schoooool, tooooo.” 

She did a quick mental calculation. If this was going to be a daily ritual, she’d never have free time. 

She heard hoots of laughter, and saw the pre-teen boys had returned. “Pleeeease, this suuucks!”

“No, this does not ‘suck.’ This will help you succeed. And enough of that kicking…” He grabbed her ankle and tugged off her panties, which were catching around her feet. 

“Hold your legs steady…or it will go much worse for you.” He started to pepper her behind with the ruler at a steady pace, aiming above and below the first welt.

She twisted and kicked. The ruler left behind burning, stinging, lines in rows, up and down her lower bottom and upper thighs. As she felt prickling welts rise into place, Amanda realized with a pang of humiliation that they would be easily visible to her classmates, as long as she was wearing this mini-skirt.

But at the moment, she was more self-conscious about the loss of her panties than the simple pain. Her face was crimson when she thought of what he and the neighbors could easily see. 

“Pleeeeeasssse, Sir. I neeeed my panties. Please I’ll behave, I promise. Please stop iiiittttt.”

Mr. Stern set down the ruler, gave her an extra heavy-handed whallop with his open palm, then adjusted his seat. “Honestly…shame on you, Amanda.” 

He twisted his leg to pin her feet in place and lifted his knee to bend her forward farther. Then he delivered crisp slaps to her lower bottom as fast as possible with the ruler, without sacrificing strength despite the rapid speed. 

“Owowowwww. That’s too hard. Please let me up. Look. I—I promise I’ll work hard and whatever for your lesson today. But please—owwwwwwww—I just don’t wanna spanking where everyone can seeeeee!” She sniffled and squirmed across his knee. After the twentieth stoke, she broke down crying.

When he was finished delivering another 30 whacks, he waited for her to calm down enough to be ready to listen again.

She caught a peek of the window, and sure enough, the teenage boys were back, giggling at the sight of her. But now they had been joined by a couple new people who were either their parents or older siblings. She never wanted to face the neighbours ever again. 

Mr. Stern tapped her bottom with the ruler a few times. “You’ve brought this upon yourself, Amanda Jane. I’m glad your neighbors know full well that you get proper discipline in this house. In fact…” 

He stood her on her feet. “…I think I’ll have you go cut a switch from the back yard. Keep this skirt tucked up, right where I’ve left it.” He secured the hem of her skirt into the waistband, then turned her around and patted her bottom. “Now march, little missy.” 

She gasped. Couldn’t believe he was making her do this. Her hands went back to confirm what she already knew—that her already spanked bottom was very bare and very on display. She looked at the boys’ faces. They were gleeful and as excited as any 13-14-year-old boys would be seeing an 18-year-old girl’s bare spanked bottom. 

She looked at him with her best whipped puppy dog eyes, and let her lip tremble. “Please Sir. Can’t you just spank me up in my room, or just ground me? For like…a year!? They’ve already taken lots of pictures of me being spanked. It’s not like the whole school isn’t gonna know and the whole town isn’t gonna know by next week!”

Mr. Stern put his hands on the sides of her hips—not quite on her bottom, but close enough to make a point: she sensed she was one smart-aleck remark away from the spanking starting again right now. “Amanda Jane, you are being disciplined. Your choice is either to obey and fetch that switch, or else you’re going right back over my knee for another round. Choose wisely.”

Slowly, Mr. Stern raised her skirt at the front as well, exposing her in front and behind, then pulled out a pocket knife, flipping it open to show her the blade. “That’s for talking back. One more word, and I’m confiscating your blouse.” He handed her the knife, then clapped her bottom to send her toward the front door.

She yelped and jumped, then sulked and shuffled toward the front door, and went outside—completely humiliated. The only tree was a lonely Holly in the immediate neighborhood circle was down by the road. A few cars  were already out and about for mid day traffic. 

She rushed down to the tree, covering herself front and back with one hand each. As she examined the tree for the thinnest, flimsiest looking tree branch to serve as a switch, before she thought better of it. Mr. Stern would surely make everything much worse if she tried a stupid trick like that.

Finally she found what looked like a suitable branch within reach. After sawing at it a couple of times with fumbling fingers, Amanda snapped it off, praying it was the size he wanted. 

As she turned back, a car slowed down behind her, and a young man poked his head out the back window to wolf-whistle. “Hey, sweet cheeks. Forget something?” 

The car turned into the outlet, and circled back to park on the opposite side of the road. Amanda saw a girl close to her age, sitting in the passenger seat, who squealed, before thrusting open the door to point wildly at her. “Hey! What are you trying to pull, walking around dressed like that?”

Amanda dropped everything and used her hands to cover up. But she didn’t dare turn and walk back to the house. She just prayed the cars would drive on. “Go away!! What’s it to you?” 

Then, to Amanda’s horror, she recognized the girl in the passenger seat. Amy Smith, from her college preparatory classes.

A middle-aged woman stepped out of the driver’s side of Amy’s car. Amanda thought she recognized her as Amy’s mother, Mrs. Smith. But she didn’t care. 

Desperately, stood covering up her frontal nudity  with both hands as she waited for them to drive away, but they weren’t leaving!

Mrs. Smith stomped toward Amanda, with a mix of disgust and annoyance on her face. “Amanda Jane? What’s gotten into you? How dare you strut around showing off like that!” 

“Noooo, I’m supposed to be–”

But Mrs. Smith silenced the woeful student with a single pinch to her ear. “You bad girl! I’m hauling that prideful, ostentatious little ass of yours straight home.” 

“Eeeeee, my earrrrrr—let goooo!”

Then Mrs. Smith marched Amanda back toward her home, chattering and delivering limp-wristed swats across Amanda’s behind to hurry her up. But what Mrs. Smith lacked in her spanking technique, she made up for with furious commitment.

Behind her, Amanda caught a glimpse of Amy Smith scooping up the switch. 

“Owwwww, you’re hurting meeeee! I just need a switch so I can—”

But Mrs. Smith cut Amanda’s attempts at protests off with a slight twist to her ear. “Of course you need a good switching! Now hush!”

Mr. Stern was standing at the front porch, looking amused. “Welcome back, Amanda Jane. I see you’ve brought guests.”

Amanda’s voice cracked as she looked imploringly at Mr. Stern. “No, please Mr. Stern, make them go away!!!”

Mrs. Smith gestured to Amanda’s nude waist. “Are you responsible for sending this young lady prancing about in this state of undress?” 

Mr. Stern nodded. “Yes. She’s being punished for skiving on her school work. I sent her to cut a switch.” 

Slowly Mrs. Smith’s judgmental frown was replaced by an understanding smile, and she nodded. “Oh? Well in that case, do carry on.” 

Mr. Stern glanced at Amanda. “Amanda Jane, where is the switch you were sent to collect?” 

Amy Smith produced the switch, her eyes sparkling with delight. “Right here, sir!” 

Mr. Stern took the switch, then furrowed his brow as he rounded on Amanda,. “Amanda Jane! You forgot your switch? I can see you still need a lesson in remembering. Therefore, you will get your switching right here on the lawn.”

Qualing, Amanda tried to plead, but could only stammer incoherently.

Mr. Stern forcefully bent Amanda forward, until she was forced to rest her hands on her knees, and held her hips in place with both hands, angling out her exposed buttocks to face the Smiths, and the rest of the neighborhood. “Amanda Jane, I expect you to hold still and stick out your derriere for your switching. If you leave this position, for any reason, I will confiscate every article of clothing you have, and we will begin your punishment again, all over from the beginning. Mrs. Smith, I’m sorry for any trouble this foolish young lady has caused you. You are of course welcome to witness her chastisement. I think your children might find it instructive.”

Tears formed in Amanda’s eyes as she felt her whole body trembling, from sheer humiliation. The fear of the coming spanking was enough to motivate her to stand in position, but sticking out her bottom to these kids was just too much. 

Mr. Stern flicked the switch against Amanda’s bottom, warming up his arm. “Amanda Jane, you are a frightfully bad student. I hope this whipping serves to correct your prideful attitude.

She started to sniffle at the thought that, no matter how hard she tried to pretend this wasn’t happening now, nor how many times she tried to pretend this didn’t happen later, they would never forget this view of her shame. As she overheard soft murmuring, Amanda glanced over her shoulder, and saw her neighbors appearing from their front doors, she wondered who else was watching, and who would find out all about this before it was over.

Then the first stroke of the switch lanced across her hindquarters, tracing a thin white line that quickly flushed red, then rose as a welt. Amanda screeched. Then, as she felt the rising sting wash over her like a crashing wave, she dimly realized the switch would have an accumulative effect, even worse than Mr. Stern’s hand. Amanda choked.

Amy Smith giggled behind her hand. “Omigosh! I can’t believe hoighty-toighty Amanda Jane is still getting spanked! She’s Little Miss Hot-to-Trot at school!”

Amy’s brother shrugged, holding up his phone. “Not for long.”

Amanda heard giggles and from the Smiths, and a few quizzical comments from voices she didn’t recognize. She twisted, and saw more of her neighbors gathering to witness her punishment, with approving smiles on their faces. Then the second stroke of the switch landed, driving all thoughts of her audience from her mind. Mr. Stern shook his head. “I’m very disappointed in you, Amanda Jane. I promise that this switching is going to leave a lasting impression on you.” And then he began to administer the switch in earnest, every stroke cutting a fresh red stripe across her bare bottom. 

Blinking past her tears, she glimpsed the crowd, and heard their laughter as they holding up their phones. All her neighbors were here to witness her public chastisement, and worst of all, they all seemed to relish in her suffering. With a final howl of agony, Amanda Jane slumped, felt her weight being fully supported by Mr. Stern, and felt the true pain of a real spanking building to an angry, consuming fire. She knew that this was only the beginning.

The End