An interview with her tutor - Chapter One - Sex Stories

An interview with her tutor - Chapter One

... wouldn’t appreciate it again. Now stop lying and tell me the truth. I may be many things, but stupid is not one of them.” Jay felt her stomach heave and barely stopped herself from vomiting, ‘How the fuck did she know about that?’ “No, Miss. Of course not, Miss. I’m sorry, Miss. I won’t do it again, Miss.” “So tell me who was it that was saying the things that were making you squirm so much? Your arousal was quite plain to me. I’m surprised that none of your classmates noticed. Ah but then again they’re mostly cloddish boys, they wouldn’t notice something so obvious, would they?” She raised an eyebrow. “No, Miss. Probably not, Miss.” “Well?” she demanded. “Yes, Miss?” “To whom were you communicating? It’s a simple question. Answer me!” she almost shouted. Jay was in a total panic. What could she say? She was so intimidated and frightened by the sudden change in her tutor’s demeanour, she decided the only solution was to come clean and throw herself upon her mercy. “I was chatting to a lady, Miss, a friend of mine. I met her on an adult website. We, erm, talk to each other, Miss.” “An adult website eh? You just talk to each other? Why were you so aroused? I could see your nipples through your jumper. What was she saying that aroused you so much? And all of this disgusting behaviour you did in my fucking lecture young lady?” The profanity shocked Jay. She had never imagined the poised, sophisticated lady even knew such language, let alone used it to such effect. “We were ...

... talking about sex, Miss. I was pretending to be her stepdaughter, that she was seducing Miss.” Ms Hosty’s face didn’t alter an iota at this revelation. The tutor's voice softened. “That sounds like an interesting scenario, Jay. Tell me about it,” she said, seemingly unperturbed at the frank admission. “Well, Miss. I was pretending to be her stepdaughter, who’d she just caught using her hairbrush on her, you know Miss? On her vagina," Jay stuttered in reply. “Go on, Jay. What did she do? Was she angry?” “No, Miss. Well a little maybe, because she, it, was her hairbrush Miss.” Did she punish you for your disgusting behaviour, Jay?” “Yes, Miss. She made me bend over a chair and spanked me on my bottom with it Miss?” Ms Hosty leant back in her chair and raised a hold-up clad leg. She placed the heel of her stiletto on the edge of her desk and allowed her leg to drop to the side opening herself wide. She lifted her bottom off the chair and her right hand eased down and raised the hem of her skirt and hitched it up to the top of her thighs. Jordan stared at this overtly sexual act, then once more her mouth gaped open as she saw the cleft of her tutor’s hairless pussy in the light of desk lamp. “Oh, Miss. What are you doing, Miss?” “What does it look like I am doing, girl? I'm making myself comfortable and I would hate to ruin this skirt. It’s new and very expensive. Carry on with your story, did you enjoy being spanked like that?” Jay blushed scarlet. She could feel her skin itch as the ...