Susan's Private Tutor (Chapters 4 & 5 added.)

Postby jennybond » Tue Feb 14, 2012 5:00 pm

Chapter 1

Sixteen year old Susan Day’s mum was worried and angry about her daughter’s grades and recent behaviour at school. The pretty blonde teen used to be one of the brightest pupils in her year at St. Mary’s Girls School but she had recently got involved with a bad crowd who had led her astray, causing her to skip classes which reflected in her grades. The final straw came when Susan’s mum received her end of term report which didn’t make very good reading, so she decided enough was enough it was time for some drastic action. After a meeting with Miss Pringle Susan’s headmistress she decided to send Susan away for the summer six week holiday to stay with a private tutor friend of Miss Pringles called Mrs Sergeant.




Despite a weekend of tears, tantrums and protests from Susan it was now Sunday afternoon and she was being driven across town to Mrs Sergeant’s home.

“This must be the place.” Mum said as she pulled up outside large old detached house.

“Please mum, take me home, I promise to change my ways.” Susan begged.

“Sorry Susan it’s too late for that, get your case and come with me.”

Reluctantly Susan followed her mum up the long driveway to the front door where she rang the doorbell. Susan began to feel sick as the door slowly opened and large very overweight woman, possibly in her late forties early fifties with short jet black hair and big black rimmed glasses, greeted them.

“Mrs Sergeant? I’m Diana Day and this is my daughter Susan.”

“Yes come on in, it’s nice to meet you both.” Mrs Sergeant replied with pleasant smile.

Susan followed her mum inside the big old house.

“Let’s waste no time we’ll start by showing Susan her room and then she can unpack while you and I have a little chat and I need you to sign some paperwork for me
Mrs Day. Come along this way Susan.” Mrs Sergeant said with smile as she led Susan and her mum up stairs.

“She seems quite nice doesn’t she?” Mum whispered to Susan.

Susan didn’t reply she was more concerned by the clothes Mrs Sergeant was wearing, as she was wearing what looked like a navy blue nurse’s uniform over which she wore a navy blue cardigan.

“This will be your room Susan, through those doors there is your en-suite bathroom, as you can see you’ve got your own television, your bedside alarm clock has a radio, but please don’t play the music too loud I’m a little old for that, in that cupboard over there you’ll find a number of books, jigsaw puzzles and other games to keep you amused.”

“This is nice isn’t dear?” Mum said to her daughter trying to reasure her

Again Susan never replied.

“Well we’ll leave you to unpack Susan come and join us downstairs when you’re ready dear.” Mrs Sergeant said with smile.

Mum and Mrs Sergeant left Susan alone to unpack while they went downstairs.

“I just need a signature on this form please Mrs Day.” Mrs Sergeant said once they were in the lounge.

“What is it?” Mrs Day asked.

“Its corporal punishment consent form just to say that you agree to the use of corporal punishment on your daughter if required which I’m sure there won’t be a need for she seems like a good girl”

“I’m not sure about corporal punishment.” Mrs Day replied.

“I’m a great believer in the old fashioned teaching methods Mrs Day; the cane never did us any harm did it? If you don’t sign the form then I’m sorry there is nothing I can do for Susan, you’ll have to take her home again.”

“Very well like you say I’m sure you won’t need to punish Susan she’s a good girl really.” Mrs Day said signing the consent form.

It wasn’t long before they were joined in the lounge by Susan

“All settled in Susan?” Mrs Sergeant asked.

“Yes.” Susan mumbled in replied.

“Good then there is just the small matter of my fee Mrs Day.”

Mrs Day reached into her bag and took out an envelope and handed it to Mrs Sergeant.

“Six thousand pounds in cash just as you asked.”

“Mum you don’t have that kind of money.” Susan cried.

“No dear but the bank has, I took out a loan.”

Susan began to feel guilty knowing her mum had gone into debt she couldn’t afford because of her.

“I won’t insult you by counting it Mrs Day I trust it’s all there.” Mrs Sergeant said as she placed the money in one of the draws of an wooden sideboard.

“Ifs that’s everything then I’ll leave you and Susan alone.” Mrs Day said.

“Thank you Mrs Day. Say good bye to your mum Susan.”

Susan began to cry and put her arms around her mum

“Good Bye Susan please remember I’m only doing this for your own good.”

“Good Bye mum.” Susan sobbed giving her mum a kiss on the cheek.

"Mum don't leave me here." Susan cried out as her mum left the room

But Mrs Day herself fighting back the tears filling up in her eyes hurridly left the room. Once her mum had left Mrs Sergeant gave Susan some tissues to dry her tears.

“Now then Susan let me explain a few rules to you. You will address me as Mrs Sergeant at all times and nothing else if I ask or tell you to do something I will expect you to do it straight away, without any questions or back chat, failure to do so will result in punishment.”

Just then the room was filled with the sound of loud music

“What on earth is that?” Mrs Sergeant raged.

“It’s my phone.” Susan said pulling her phone from the pocket of her jeans.

“Switch it off and give it to me, you not be needing that during your stay here.”

“No you can’t take my phone off me.” Susan cried.

“I won’t tell you again switch it off and give it to me.”

“You can’t take my fucking phone.” Susan cried handing the woman her phone.

Mrs Sergeant placed the phone in the same draw she put the money

“You’ve already broken rule number one young lady, I think before we go any further you need to learn some respect, come with me.”

Mrs Sergeant took a firm grip of Susan’s arm and pulled her to her feet, she took the frightened girl into the next room, which was just like a miniature old fashioned classroom with four desks and chairs set out in line, in front of them was a large wooden teachers desk and chair, behind that was a blackboard and easel. Susan also noticed a number of items at the back of the room like a large wooden X shaped cross which secured to the wall, in one corner was large padded stool with what looked like a number of leather straps fastened to it, but Mrs Sergeant took Susan over to a plank of wood that had been secured to the wall fairly low down in an horizontal position, attached to the plank were six short leather straps with buckles, three evenly spaced out at each end of the plank with a large gap in-between. Mrs Sergeant took a wooden chair from one of the desks and placed it in the gap.

“Take a seat young lady.” She instructed Susan.

“What are going to do?” Susan nervously asked.

“Teach you some respect, now sit.” Mrs Sergeant barked in a no nonsense tone.

Susan did as she was told and sat on the chair. Mrs Sergeant then took Susan’s right arm, and fastened the very end strap on her right hand side tightly around her wrist ensuring her palm faced upwards, then she did the same to her left arm, the next strap was then fastened tightly around her forearm just below her elbow, and the final strap on her left hand side fastened around her upper arm in-between her elbow and shoulder, then she repeated the process on Susan’s right arm, so Susan was now sitting with her arms secured and stretched out with her palms facing up.

“You can’t fucking do this to me, it isn’t right.” Susan protested.

“I have your mother signature on a consent form that says I can do anything I feel is necessary.” Mrs Sergeant replied.

Susan watched helplessly as Mrs Sergeant went over to a store cupboard and take out a foam ball, she watched the tutor take the ball over to small sink in the corner of the room where she ran water of the ball before covering it in liquid soap. She returned to the girl and held the soapy ball up to her mouth.

“This is to clean that filthy mouth of yours open up.”

“No fucking waymmmmppphhh” Susan’s protests were cut short as Mrs Sergeant stuffed the ball in her mouth as she spoke.

Mrs Sergeant clasped her hand tightly over Susan’s mouth to stop her spitting the foul tasting ball out while she took a knotted white cloth from the pocket of her uniform, she took her hand away from the girl’s mouth and quickly forced the knot in the centre of the cloth into Susan’s already full mouth, she then tied the two loose ends behind Susan’s neck lifting her long blonde hair out of the way.

“Tomorrow I want you to wear your hair in a ponytail.”

The soapy gag was horrible Susan was already beginning to regret her outbursts.

“Now I have your undivided attention I’ll continue with my list of rules. Your class will start at 8am every morning starting tomorrow, so you will get up at 7am. You will be given a fifteen minute break during the morning so you can freshen up. We will stop for a thirty minute lunch break at noon. Afternoon class will end at 5pm again you will be allowed one fifteen minute break during the afternoon. Dinner will be served immediately after class, then only if I’m satisfied with your days work and behaviour the evenings are your own until bedtime at 9pm. On a Saturday class will end at lunchtime, you will then be expected to do your own laundry and clean your room in the afternoon plus any other chores I care to give you. Once again the evenings will be your own only if I’m satisfied with the cleanliness of your room and bathroom. On a Sunday you will accompany me to church in the morning, and then the rest of the day is your own provided I’m satisfied with your work and behaviour during the past week. You will wear full school uniform during your time in class, which means your shirt or blouse buttoned right up to the top and your tie tied neatly. Finally I must warn you I own a large collection of canes, straps and paddles and will not hesitate to use them if necessary.

“My god this bitch is just evil I have to get out of here.” Susan thought to herself.

Susan watched as Mrs Sergeant walked over to a book case and took out four large hardback books; the tutor placed two of the books on each of Susan’s palms.

“If you drop my precious books you’ll be in serious trouble young lady.” Mrs Sergeant said with a hint of an evil smile.

The books were heavy and Susan was already beginning to feel the strain in her arms and shoulder, just how long was she expected to hold them for? Mrs Sergeant took a seat behind her teacher’s desk and took a magazine from a draw; every so often Susan could see her look up and stare at her over the top of her glasses.

Susan had no idea how long she’d been holding the books now but her shoulders and arms were beginning to burn like mad, she couldn’t hold them any longer she let a mighty scream into her foul tasting gag as the books hit the floor. Mrs Sergeant looked up from her magazine and stood up.

Susan began to tremble with fear as the tutor approached her.

“Oh that’s so unlucky another couple of minutes and I’d have set you free, now you’ve just earned yourself another thirty minutes.” Mrs Sergeant said looking at her watch.

“If you want to avoid the paddle then I suggest you don’t drop my precious books again.” She said as she replaced the books.

The next thirty minutes seemed never ending but Susan fearing the paddle managed to beat the burning pains in her arms and shoulders, she screamed a huge cry of relief when Mrs Sergeant finally removed the books off her hands.

“Normally we’d go to dinner now, but naughty girls get sent to bed without any dinner in this house.” The tutor said as she began to release Susan’s aching arms.

Although she released Susan’s arms she still left her gag in place as she took the girl up to her room. Once in her room the aching girl was pushed down onto her bed were she watched in horror as Mrs Sergeant unplugged her television and picked it up.

“If you want this back you’ll have to earn it.” She said before leaving the room with the television locking the door behind her.

Once the tutor had gone Susan quickly untied her gag and spat the horrible soapy sponge ball out into the waste bin where she also threw the knotted cloth, despite numerous drinks of water the taste of soap still remained in her mouth as she changed into her pyjamas and cried herself to sleep.
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Re: Susan's Private Tutor

Postby Bruno » Wed Feb 15, 2012 2:48 am

nice beginning!

Re: Susan's Private Tutor

Postby Plueschbabycd » Wed Feb 15, 2012 6:02 am

Nice start , but I believe she had never the chance to satisfy Mrs Sergeant. Mrs Sergeant remind on Headmistress of movie "Matilda".
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Re: Susan's Private Tutor

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Re: Susan's Private Tutor

Postby jennybond » Sat Feb 18, 2012 5:23 pm

Chapter 2

Susan was awoken by someone shaking her and calling her name, she opened her eyes to see Mrs Sergeant standing over her.

“I thought I told you that you had to be up by seven o’clock it’s now ten past.”

“But I.” Susan groggily started to reply before cut off in mid sentence.

“No buts about it, you have an alarm clock you should have used it. If this ever happens again we’ll start the day with a bottom reddening session. Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” Mrs Sergeant snapped.

“Yes Mrs Sergeant I’m sorry it won’t happen again.”

“That’s better, now get yourself up if you want breakfast then get yourself down stairs fully dressed in your school uniform before seven thirty.”

Susan was starving after missing dinner the previous evening so she didn’t want to miss breakfast as well, so she quickly washed and changed into her St Mary’s school uniform which consisted of a bottle green skirt, and v neck jumper, a white shirt with a green and dark blue striped tie, she also wore white knee length socks and black shoes. She stood in front of the mirror and hurriedly brushed her long blonde hair into a ponytail and tied it with a rubber band, after one final check of her appearance in the mirror and straightening her tie she made her way down stairs where Mrs Sergeant was waiting.

“You made it just in time, come through to the kitchen.”

Susan followed the tutor into the kitchen

“Help yourself to cereal while prepare your breakfast.” Mrs Sergeant said pointing to a number of boxes of cereal on the worktop.

Susan poured herself some cornflakes into a bowl and added milk.

“I always believe in starting the day with a good old English breakfast. Don't you dear?” Mrs Sergeant asked putting eggs, bacon and sausages into a frying pan.

“And it shows too, fat bitch.” Susan thought to herself as she tucked into her cereal.

"No Mrs Sergeant I never have a cooked breakfast at home." She replied.

"No wonder you're a skinny little thing."

"I'd rather be skinny than a fat cow like you." Susan very nearly blurted out but just managed to stop herself.

It wasn’t long before Mrs Sergeant placed two plates of food on the table along with a rack of toast. Susan looked at the large plate greasy fried food put before her which consisted of two fried eggs, two sausages, three rashes of bacon, two slices of black pudding, fried bread, mushrooms, baked beans and fried tomatoes and felt sick she was never going to eat all that, but knew that she had to in order not to upset Mrs Sergeant who was being rather pleasant chatting as she cooked. Susan struggled but managed to eat most of her breakfast she thought it best if she were to apologize for not managing to finish it all.

“I’m sorry Mrs Sergeant I can’t eat anymore I’m full.” She nervously said pushing her plate away.

“That’s quite alright dear I know it was rather a lot.” Mrs Sergeant pleasantly replied.

“Maybe I could just have something like scrambled egg on toast in future.” Susan asked while Mrs Sergeant seemed to be in a good mood.

"Where do you think you are The Paris Hilton Hotel? You’ll have what I give you and like it. Scrambled egg on toast indeed.” Mrs Sergeant snapped.

“Christ I’ll be has fat as her after six weeks eating this shit every morning.” Susan thought to herself.





After Breakfast Susan was taken to the classroom, where Mrs Sergeant told her to sit at a desk in front of her teacher’s desk, she was issued with an exercise book and pen.

“First of all I need a sample of English so I know what standard you are at and what we need to improve on, so I want you to write me an essay explaining why you’ve been sent to me, and what you hope to gain from your stay with me. I’ll give you one hour starting now.” Mrs Sergeant explained.

Susan paused to think for a few moments and then began writing watched by the tutor from her desk, after only a few minutes Susan stopped put her pen down, and sat arms folded.

“What’s the matter Susan? Is there a problem?” The puzzled tutor asked.

“No problems Mrs Sergeant, I’ve finished.”

“You can’t have finished already, let me see.”

Mrs Sergeant walked over and picked up Susan’s book

“Is this some kind of a joke? I am here because my mum is a heartless bitch; I’m not going to learn anything from my stay here and want to go home. One thing you are going to learn young lady is what a cane feels like on your bare bottom. I will not tolerate such behaviour. On your feet come on.” Mrs Sergeant raged grabbing hold of Susan’s arm and yanking her of the chair.

“You can’t cane me, it’s not allowed in schools anymore.” Susan cried as Mrs Sergeant dragged her over to the large padded stool.

“We’re not in school are we Susan, and don’t forget I have your mothers permission to do whatever I want, now bend over.” Mrs Sergeant replied pushing Susan over the stool.

Mrs Sergeant secured Susan’s wrists to leather straps attached to front two legs of the stool, and straps on the other two legs of the stool were fastened around Susan’s legs just below her knees.

“Let me go.” Susan cried struggling and rocking the stool.

“Calm down, if that stool topples over you’ll hurt yourself, and I’ll leave you down there for the rest of the day.

Susan watched as Mrs Sergeant went over to her store cupboard and took out an old cane.

“They don’t make them like this anymore.” She grinned as she walked back to Susan flexing the cane as she walked.

“Hey! What you doing?” Susan cried as she felt the hem of the back of her skirt being lifted up and tucked into her waistband.

“I said you were going to feel the cane on your bare bottom didn’t I?” Mrs Sergeant said pulling Susan’s white cotton panties down around the tops of her legs.

“Let me go, you can’t do this.” Susan protested.

“Be quiet girl; unless you want me to put another gag in your mouth. You are about to receive fifteen strokes of this wonderful old cane after each stroke you are to say out loud thank you Mrs Sergeant.”

Crazy bitch she loves this.” Susan thought to herself as she braced herself for the first stroke.

She didn’t have to wait long before the first stinging stroke of the cane landed on the soft cheeks of her bottom

“Arrgh!! That hurt.” Susan screamed.

“I didn’t hear you say thank you.” Mrs Sergeant snapped.

“I’m not thanking you, you crazy bitch.”

“That’s just earned you five more strokes keep this up and we’ll be here all day and all night. Now say thank you.”

“Thank You Mrs Sergeant.” Susan cried out not wanting to upset the tutor anymore.

Susan bit on her bottom lip as the next stinging blow hit its mark.

“Thank Mrs Sergeant.” She called reluctantly out through gritted teeth.

Susan didn’t want to give the woman the satisfaction of seeing her cry but after seven of eight more stinging strokes of the cane she couldn’t fight back the tears anymore and began to sob. Mrs Sergeant didn’t take pity at the sight of Susan’s tears and continued with the punishment until she’d administered the whole twenty strokes. Susan was relieved to feel her panties being pulled back up over her sore reddened bottom and have her skirt replaced. Mrs Sergeant finally released the straps holding the sobbing girl and took her back to her desk. Mrs Sergeant smiled as Susan winced with pain as she sat on the hard wooden chair. Susan watched as the tutor took the cane back to her store cupboard and returned with something else in her hand.

“You will now write that essay for me properly in silence, to ensure there are no more silly outbursts you’ll spend the rest of the day with a gag in your mouth, open wide please.”

“Please don’t I’ll be quietmmmmppphhh.” Susan’s sobbed protests were cut short as Mrs Sergeant forced a sponge ball in her mouth.

“I’ll have to order some more of these sponge balls I think we’ll be using quite a few over the next six weeks don’t you dear? She said with smile on her face.

Once again she pulled a knotted length out white cloth from her pocket which she used to hold the sponge ball in place.

“Now get cracking with that essay, or you’ll be back over that stool again.”

Susan not wanting to go back over the stool reluctantly began writing, it wasn’t long before she heard the grandfather clock in the hall outside strike twelve noon, she paused and looked up at Mrs Sergeant.


“Carry on with your work, normally we’d break for lunch now, but it’s impossible to eat with a gag in your mouth, so you’ll carry on, while I grab myself a sandwich, don’t you dare touch that gag while I’m gone.”

Mrs Sergeant got up and walked out of the room locking the door behind her. Once she was alone in the room Susan stopped writing and began fiddling with the tight gag in her mouth trying to make it a little looser and more comfortable.

“I thought I said don’t touch that gag.” Mrs Sergeant’s voice bellowed out of two speakers on the wall.

“Bitch she’s watching me.” Susan thought looking around the room and spotting four small video cameras on the ceiling in each corner of the room.

“Pick up your pen and carry on with your work.” Mrs Sergeant continued.

Not wanting to annoy the tutor anymore Susan did as she was told, after a few minutes she heard the door of the room being unlocked and her heart began to race was she about to be punished again? Mrs Sergeant returned to the classroom carrying a tray containing a glass of fruit juice and the largest plate of sandwiches Susan had ever seen, she stared angrily at Susan over the top of her large framed glasses as she took her seat at her desk, but never spoke.

“Fat cow.” Susan thought to herself as she watched Mrs Sergeant tuck into her lunch.

Once Mrs Sergeant had finished her lunch she told Susan

“I’m going to return my tray to the kitchen when I return I’ll check your work so start finishing off.”

Again the tutor left the room locking the door behind her, after about five minutes she returned.

“Mrs Sharples my cook and housekeeper is making beef stew followed by apple pie and cream for dinner, I’m sure you’d like some of that so let’s see an improvement in your behaviour this afternoon or the only thing you’ll be chewing on at dinner time is that gag.” She said as she entered the room

“All done?” She asked as she approached Susan’s desk.

Susan nodded.

“Let me see.”

Mrs Sergeant took Susan’s book to her desk and began to read her essay, Susan watched as the tutor tutted and shook her head a number of times as she read.

“Your spelling is terrible young lady, and have you never heard of punctuation? What do they teach you at that school of yours? I’ve taught girls half your age who can write better than this.”

Mrs Sergeant stood up and walked over to the blackboard with Susan’s book and began writing a list of words on it.

“All these words were spelt wrong, fourteen of them; yes that’s right fourteen spelling mistakes in a page and half of writing that just isn’t good enough. I want you now to neatly write each word one hundred times, you should remember the correct spellings after that. This should keep you busy for the afternoon.” She said passing Susan back her writing book.

“This is just evil.” Susan thought to herself as she began writing.

The rest of the afternoon passed without incident although whenever Susan’s arm began to ache from all the writing and she paused putting her pen down Mrs Sergeant barked at her to carry on. Finally Susan was relieved to have finished her writing and Mrs Sergeant was pleased with her efforts.

“No doubt you’ll be ready for dinner now.” Mrs Sergeant said untying Susan’s gag.

“Thank you Mrs Sergeant.” Susan said after the tutor helped her spit the sponge ball out.

Susan was taken into the kitchen where another dark haired woman equally as big as Mrs Sergeant wearing a pink nylon overall was waiting for them. Susan guessed it was Mrs Sharples the cook and housekeeper.

“Poor thing you must be starving.” Mrs Sharples said placing a huge plate of stew and dumplings in front of Susan.

“Yes I am very hungry. Thank you very much Mrs Sharples.”

Mrs Sergeant smiled hearing this, was the rebellious brat already beginning to change her bad attitude?

Susan was full after her large diner and was looking forward to spending the evening alone in her room but Mrs Sergeant had other ideas.

“I told you yesterday that your evenings would be your own only if I was satisfied with your work and your behaviour, well today I’ve been satisfied with neither so it’s back to the classroom.”

Susan was about to protest but thought better of it; she didn’t want to be punished again.

Back in the classroom Susan headed for her desk but Mrs Sergeant stopped her.

“Class is finished for today. As a punishment for your bad behaviour you’re going to spend the next three hours until bedtime on the cross.” Mrs Sergeant said pointing to the large X shaped wooden cross attached to the wall.”

“What? No way.” Susan protested.

“Oh yes my dear, maybe then tomorrow you’ll be a little more co-operative in class. First I need you strip to your panties.”

“Are you insane? I’m not stripping for you.” Susan cried.

“Strip Susan or I’ll strip you myself and believe me it won’t be pleasant.” Mrs Sergeant said with menace in her voice.

Slowly and reluctantly Susan began to remove her jumper.

“Hurry up girl we haven’t got all night.” Mrs Sergeant barked.

It wasn’t long before Susan was standing before the tutor wearing only her white bra and panties.

“The bra must come off too.” Mrs Sergeant said undoing the clasp of Susan’s bra.

“Are you some kind of sick lesbian? My mum would never agree to this” Susan screamed.

This only earned her a couple of very hard slaps across the face.

“Don’t you ever say anything like that again you little bitch.” Mrs Sergeant raged

Despite the painful burning sensation in her cheek Susan managed a little smile had she touched a raw nerve?

Mrs Sergeant then wasted no time in forcing Susan up against the cross and buckled her wrists into the leather straps on the upper two planks and her ankles into the straps on the lower two planks. Again Susan watched as Mrs Sergeant went over to her store cupboard. What was she bringing out this time?

“What’s that?” Susan nervously asked as Mrs Sergeant held a big red ball attached to two leather straps up to her face.

“This my dear is a ball gag, especially made for girls that can’t keep their big mouths shut.”

Susan clamped her mouth shut as Mrs Sergeant held the red ball up to her mouth, but Mrs Sergeant was too wise for that and pinched Susan’s nose tightly together despite her best efforts not to Susan finally had to open her mouth to breath allowing the tutor to force the gag in her mouth and buckle it very tightly behind her head under her ponytail.

“Do you know what these little beauties are?” Mrs Sergeant asked pulling two little silver objects that she’d taken from her cupboard, from the pocket of her uniform.
Susan shook her head

“Nipple clamps my pretty, painful little nipple clamps.” The tutor replied breaking into a laugh.

Susan began to struggle and thrash about, but that only amused Mrs Sergeant who took another leather strap and buckled it tightly around Susan’s waist and the X part of the cross, before attaching the two painful little nipple clamps to the nipples of Susan’s rather large breasts. Mrs Sergeant roared with laughter as Susan screamed into her gag as she secured the clamps on her nipples and cruelly tightened them.

“Bimtmch” Susan screamed into her gag the best she could.

“Yes dear I am a bitch and you’ll pay for that remark tomorrow.”
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Re: Susan's Private Tutor (Chapter 2 added. Enjoy)

Postby Headmistress » Sat Feb 18, 2012 6:10 pm

Poor Susan. Sounds like she's in for a bit of a bad time.

Can't wait for the next part.

Re: Susan's Private Tutor (Chapter 3 added.)

Postby jennybond » Sun Feb 19, 2012 1:20 pm

Chapter 3

The next morning Susan was awoken by the sound of her bedroom door being unlocked; she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked at the clock which said ten minutes past seven. She’d gone to bed angry, upset and sore after been left strapped to the cross in the classroom wearing those cruel nipple clamps for over three hours and had forgotten to set her alarm again.

“What time do you call this?” Mrs Sergeant raged standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips.

“I’m sorry Mrs Sergeant I forgot to set my alarm. It won’t happen again I promise.” Susan nervously replied.

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again, get yourself up.”

Susan threw back the bed sheets and got out of bed, once she was up Mrs Sergeant sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Come over here, get yourself across my lap.”

“What?” Susan cried.

“I warned you the next time you overslept you’d start the day with a bottom reddening didn’t I? But you chose to ignore my warning, come on across my lap.” Mrs Sergeant said patting her lap.

Susan knew she had no choice but to do as she was told and slowly positioned herself across Mrs Sergeant’s lap.

“Hey! What you doing?” She protested grabbing hold of her pink pyjama bottoms as she felt them being pulled down.

“How on earth do you expect me to redden your bottom when it’s covered up?” Mrs Sergeant replied grabbing hold of Susan’s wrists and tying them tightly together with a piece of cord she pulled from her cardigan pocket, now she was able to pull the pyjamas down leaving Susan’s bare bottom exposed.

“This is insane I’m sixteen years old you can’t spank me like a child.” Susan protested.

But her protests went on deaf ears as the tutor landed a hard stinging slap on her bottom; this was followed by many more in quick succession each on greeted by a cry or a whimper from Susan.

“I don’t think you’ll be forgetting to set your alarm again after this.” Mrs Sergeant said as she continued the spanking for a few more minutes, which seemed to last forever as Susan fought to hold back the tears that were filling up in her eyes.

“I hope that you’ve learned your lesson from this Susan.” Mrs Sergeant who was now out of breath and bright red said once the spanking was over and she began to untie Susan’s hands.

“Yes Mrs Sergeant it won’t happen again I promise.” Susan sobbed.

“Very well, now get yourself and get dressed. Don’t be expecting breakfast at this time; I’ll see you in the classroom at eight o’clock on the dot.”

Once Mrs Sergeant had left the room Susan inspected her stinging red bottom in the mirror.

“Fucking crazy bitch.” She said out loud at the sight of her red cheeks in the mirror.

Susan looked at the clock she only had fifteen minutes to get washed and dressed and get down to the classroom or risk being punished again. After a quick wash she dressed and did her hair, she made it down to the classroom in good time where Mrs Sergeant was already waiting. Once Susan had taken her seat Mrs Sergeant told her.

“I’ve decided we’re going to start each day with a spelling test, I’ve prepared this list of twenty five words that are commonly misspelt. Mrs Sergeant said handing Susan printed sheet of paper.

“I’ll give you one hour to learn those words and then you’ll be tested on them every word you spell wrong you’ll write out one hundred times.” She continued.

Susan began studying the sheet “Jesus I can’t even read half of these words never mind spell them.” She thought to herself.

After a while Mrs Sergeant stood up

“Carry on studying I’ll be right back.” She said heading towards the door of the adjoining downstairs bathroom.

This was the moment Susan had been waiting for the first time she’d been left alone with the classroom door unlocked, she could sneak out into the lounge and get her phone and phone her mum to get her out of here at the first possible chance. She sneaked into the lounge and opened the sideboard draw praying her phone was still there and to her relief it was.

“Shouldn’t you be in class girl?” A voice behind her called out making her jump.

She looked around to see Mrs Sharples standing in the doorway.

“Mrs Sergeant sent me to get something.” Susan nervously replied thinking fast.

“I don’t think she did. What’s that in your hand? Let me see.”

Susan showed the woman her phone.

“I don’t think Mrs Sergeant allows you to have this does she?” The woman said taking the phone from Susan.

“Please you have to help me get out of here I stand it anymore I have to call my mum.” Susan begged.

But the large woman ignored her and grabbed hold of her arm.

“Come on back to class.” She said pulling the struggling girl out of the room.

They arrived back in the classroom just as Mrs Sergeant came out of the bathroom

“What on earth is going on?” She asked.

“I went into the lounge to dust and found her in there with this.” Mrs Sharples replied handing Mrs Sergeant the phone.

Susan watched with fear as Mrs Sergeant’s face went blood red with anger.

“Just what is the meaning of this?” She raged.

“I have to call my mum to get me out here, I can’t stand anymore you’re just a pair of evil lesbian bitches.” Susan sobbed.

“I’ve only just begun with you young lady, you aint seen nothing yet.” Mrs Sergeant sneered.

“Prepare me an ice bath in her room; I’ll bring her up shortly.” She said switching her attention to Mrs Sharples.

Once they were alone Mrs Sergeant took hold of Susan’s arm and pushed her down onto one of the chairs.

“Stay there and don’t move, you’re really going to regret what you’ve done young lady.” Mrs Sergeant raged.

Susan nervously watched as Mrs Sergeant went to her store cupboard and took out a few items including the cane.

“Stand up.” She barked as she returned to Susan.

Susan did as she was told expecting to be taken to the punishment stool, but she wasn’t.

“Hold out your hands in front of you one on top of the other.”

Again Susan did as she was told without any protests.

“After each stroke of the cane I want you to say out loud I’m sorry for my bad behaviour Mrs Sergeant.”

Susan bit on her bottom lip bracing herself for the first stinging stroke of the cane which landed on the palm of her hand this was followed by nine more and after each one Susan tearfully said.

“I’m sorry for my bad behaviour Mrs Sergeant.”

But the caning didn’t stop at ten strokes after the tenth stroke Mrs Sergeant made the tearful girl change hands and administered ten more strokes again Susan tearfully called out “I’m sorry for my bad behaviour Mrs Sergeant.” After each painful stinging stroke

When the caning was over Susan began to shake her hands to try and relieve the pain but Mrs Sergeant wasn’t having any of that as she took hold of Susan’s wrists and bound them tightly together behind her back with cord. Susan was about to protest but Mrs Sergeant stopped her by forcing a big red ball gag in her mouth and tightly buckled it behind her head under her ponytail.

“Come along now, its bath time.” Mrs Sergeant said with a wicked smile on her face.

The frightened sobbing girl was taken up to the bathroom in her room where Mrs Sharples was waiting for them, Susan began to struggle and panic at the sight of the half full bath with hundreds of ice cubes floating on top.

“Hold still.” Mrs Sergeant said giving Susan a hard slap across her face.

Once Susan had calmed down Mrs Sergeant untied her wrists.

“Help me get her undressed.” She said to Mrs Sharples.

Susan struggled and moaned into her gag in protest but she was no match for the two large women, who quickly and efficiently removed her clothes leaving her with just her white panties on. Once Susan was undressed Mrs Sergeant told Mrs Sharples to hold her still while she bound her ankles and knees together, she then took more cord and began wrapping it around and in-between Susan’s rather large breasts once she had finished she turned the girl to face the mirror.

“That my dear is called a rope bra, pretty isn’t it?”

Susan shook her head which made both women smile.

“Help me lift her into the bath.” Mrs Sergeant said.

The two large women easily picked the slight girl up; Susan screamed into her gag and struggled as the icy cold water touched her body. Mrs Sharples held her still while Mrs Sergeant took hold of her wrists and tied them together before securing them to the gold coloured taps on the wall just above her head. When Mrs Sharples let her go Susan screamed, struggled and trashed about in the icy water much to the amusement of the two women. Mrs Sergeant picked up a handful of ice cubes and began placing them in-between Susan’s bound breasts which were out of the water and then she rubbed the ice cubes over her hard nipples this amused Mrs Sharples.

“Is there more ice in the freezer?” Mrs Sergeant asked.

“Plenty.” Mrs Sharples replied.

“Well Susan we’ll leave you to cool off for while, I’ll be back shortly to top you up with ice.”

Susan screamed into her gag as the two women left leaving her alone trembling and shivering in the icy bath.
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Re: Susan's Private Tutor (Chapter 3 added.)

Postby Diogones » Wed Feb 22, 2012 4:40 am

Boy oh boy Jenny, you sure know how to write a cruel and unusual story. Just thinking of that ice cold bath makes me cringe! This is really fantastic! Great storytelling, as usual. =)
"Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent" - Issac Asimov, from his novel 'Foundation.'

Re: Susan's Private Tutor (Chapter 4 added.)

Postby jennybond » Sun Mar 04, 2012 6:40 am

Chapter 4

The remainder of Susan’s first week at Mrs Sergeants was pretty much the same. Mrs Sergeant kept her tightly and efficiently gagged with a sponge ball and knotted cleave gag all day every day during class, no matter how hard the poor girl tried during class the evil tutor would find faults with her work and often punish her with the cane. Susan wasn’t allowed her free time in the evenings after dinner instead her evenings were again spent strapped to the wooden cross wearing only panties and the painful silver nipple clamps Mrs Sergeant took great pleasure in putting on her large breasts, not forgetting of course the large red ball gag that was strapped in her mouth. Every night Susan would cry herself to sleep wishing this nightmare would end soon.

It was now Saturday lunchtime and class was over for the day Susan was relieved to have got through the morning without being punished. After lunch Mrs Sergeant told Susan it was time to do her chores she had to do her own laundry and then clean and tidy her bedroom and bathroom.

“I’ll be up at four thirty to inspect your work, you’ll find a vacuum cleaner and all the other cleaning equipment you need in the closet at the top of the stairs. Woe betide you if your room isn’t up to my standard when you’ve done.” Mrs Sergeant warned the girl.

After doing her laundry and leaving it dry Susan who was now wearing tracksuit bottoms and t-shirt set about cleaning her room. She didn’t mind the work in fact she was enjoying not being gagged and away from Mrs Sergeant for a few hours. Susan worked hard cleaning her room, she listened to the radio as she worked, time flew by and she looked at her clock to see it showing twenty minutes past four there was just enough time for her to finish off and put the cleaning equipment away before Mrs Sergeant arrived at exactly four thirty to inspect her work. Susan lay on her bed pleased with her work and watched as the tutor began her inspection.

“Very good.” Mrs Sergeant said as she worked her way around the large bedroom.

Susan allowed herself a little smirk confident Mrs Sergeant wouldn’t find any faults in the bathroom either as she walked in.

“Very good you’ve done well Susan. Dinner will be at five thirty until then your time is your own.” Mrs Sergeant said in a pleasant way as she returned from the bathroom a few moments later.

Susan smiled and breathed a huge sigh of relief. She watched as Mrs Sergeant opened the bedroom door to leave the room, but she stopped and ran her fingers along the top of the wooden door frame.

“What’s this?” She raged showing Susan grey dust on her fingers.

“Dust, Mrs Sergeant.” Susan nervously replied

“Yes I know its dust. Why is it there?”

“Sorry Mrs Sergeant I must have missed it.”

Mrs Sergeant then walked over to the bathroom door frame and ran her fingers along the top.

“There’s more here. This isn’t good enough young lady.” She barked as she walked up to Susan and blew the dust off her fingers into the girls face.

“You know what these means don’t you missy?” Mrs Sergeant asked with an evil smirk on her face.

“I’m sorry Mrs Sergeant, please don’t punish me. I’ll get a duster right now and dust those door frames.” Susan begged.

“It’s too late to be sorry Susan.” Mrs Sergeant replied taking hold of Susan’s slender wrists and pulling them behind her back.

“Please Mrs Sergeant I’m sorry.” Susan sobbed as tutor began tying her wrists together with a length of rope she pulled from her cardigan pocket.

“I’ve heard enough from you.” Mrs Sergeant snapped pushing Susan down onto the bed.

Susan watched as Mrs Sergeant went over to her dressing table and took a pair of her little white panties from her draw.

“Good grief, these little things will never do.” Mrs Sergeant said holding up the panties before putting them back in the draw.

Susan watched in horror as Mrs Sergeant then reached up under her navy blue uniform and removed her own huge pair of dark blue cotton panties.

“Hey you’re not putting those in my mouth.” Susan cried as Mrs Sergeant approached her with the balled up panties in her hand.

“What’s the matter girl? They were clean on only yesterday. Now open wide.” Mrs Sergeant replied holding the panties up to Susan’s mouth.

Susan desperately tried to move her head away but Mrs Sergeant grabbed hold of her long blonde ponytail and pulled her head back, despite Susan’s desperate struggles and protests she couldn’t stop the much bigger stronger woman from stuffing the used panties in her mouth, Susan began to choke and heave as the extra large panties were pushed deep into her mouth, desperately tried to spit them out as Mrs Sergeant fumbled in her uniform pocket for her knotted piece of cloth but this only earned her a hard slap across the face.

“Don’t you dare.” Mrs Sergeant raged as she forced the panties back into Susan’s mouth before tying her usual length of knotted cloth in the girl’s mouth to hold the panties in place.

Mrs Sergeant roughly pushed Susan face down onto the bed, Susan screamed into her gag and struggled as she felt Mrs Sergeant’s hands inside the waistband of her tracksuit bottoms.

“Keep still or you’ll only make your punishment worse.” Mrs Sergeant warned the struggling girl as she fought to pull down her tracksuit bottoms and panties.

Despite she greater size and strength Mrs Sergeant was struggling to hold Susan still as she tried to place the pillows off the bed under Susan’s body to raise her bottom in the air, Susan didn’t believe such a small amount of dust deserved the severe punishment she was to receive and struggled, wriggled, and screamed into her gag in protest.

“You look like you could do with a hand.”

Mrs Sergeant looked around to see Mrs Sharples standing at the door.

“Get in here and hold her still.” The bright red slightly out of breath tutor called out.

Susan was no match for the two big women and they quickly overpowered enabling Mrs Sergeant to place the pillows under her.

“I take it her housework wasn’t up to scratch.” Mrs Sharples said as she held the protesting girl tightly.

“Both rooms are a disgrace, dust and crap all over the place.” Mrs Sergeant replied.

Susan screamed loudly into her gag in protest hearing this as she knew it wasn’t true.

“Oh dear that will never do will it?” Mrs Sharples replied with a hint of a laugh in her voice.

Mrs Sergeant took a hard rubber soled carpet slipper off one of her feet and waved it menacingly over Susan’s bare bottom.

“Hold her still dear.” She told Mrs Sharples.

Susan bit hard on the panties in her mouth as braced herself for the first stinging blow of the slipper, but she wasn’t expecting what was to follow as the hard stinging whacks of the slipper landing on the cheeks of her bottom in rapid succession with Mrs Sergeant alternating between Susan’s quickly reddening buttocks at lightening fast speed. Susan screamed and struggled as the beating seemed like it was never going to end, but Mrs Sharples just tightened her strong grip on her. At last the beating came to an end Mrs Sergeant sat on the edge of the bed panting and out of breath.

“I’m getting too old for this.” She said in-between taking large gulps of air.

Susan relief soon turned to disappointment as Mrs Sergeant said Mrs Sharples.

“Maybe you’d like to take over dear, I need a break.”

“It will be a pleasure dear. Little girls that can’t keep their room tidy deserve all the punishment they get.” Mrs Sharples replied with smile on her face.

The two large women swapped places, Susan squealed into her gag as Mrs Sergeant took a strong hold of her, she screamed into her gag as the first stinging whack of the slipper from Mrs Sharples deliberately hit the tops of her legs. Mrs Sharples was much slower than Mrs Sergeant as she alternated the hard stinging whacks of the slipper between Susan’s bright red bottom and tops of her legs which stung like hell. Once more the painful beating seemed like it was never going to end but finally much Susan’s relief it did and Mrs Sergeant let her go pushing her off the pillows onto the bed where she lay sobbing.

“I’ll be right back, make sure she’s dressed ready for bed when I return.” Mrs Sergeant told Mrs Sharples.

Once Mrs Sergeant had left the room Mrs Sharples untied Susan’s hands.

“You heard your tutor get yourself ready bed.” Mrs Sharples barked.

Susan reached up and tried to untie the gag in her mouth but Mrs Sharples stopped her.

“I don’t remember anyone telling you to remove your gag, leave it alone and get ready for bed.”She barked.

Susan sobbed as she slowly undressed and changed into her pyjamas, she couldn’t help notice the way Mrs Sharples was sitting on the bed looking at her. Was she enjoying the sight of the young girl’s semi naked body?

Once she was changed into her pyjamas Mrs Sharples took great pleasure in tying Susan’s hands behind her back again and sitting her down on the bed where they waited for Mrs Sergeant, they didn’t have to wait long before the tutor arrived back in the room, Susan couldn’t help but notice the number of the lengths of rope she was carrying in her hand. The two women lay Susan down on top of the bed and between them they wrapped one of the blankets tightly around the girl’s body, Susan guessed they’d done this many times before as they never spoke but both knew exactly what to do. Mrs Sharples took some of the rope and began tying it around Susan’s ankles over the blanket, while Mrs Sergeant began tying rope around her shoulders again over the blanket, the two women continued to tie more rope tightly around Susan’s body at equal distances apart until they met in the middle. The combination of the large mouth filling gag and the tight ropes around her chest made it difficult for Susan to breathe, but this was only going to get worse as Mrs Sergeant pulled a couple of large roll of bandages from her pockets and began wrapping it tightly around Susan’s head and face plunging her into a frightening darkness leaving only her nose exposed for her to breathe through. Susan moaned and struggled as felt the women’s hands all over her bound body as they made one final check of the tightness of the ropes over the blanket.

“Let’s leave our little mummy girl to get some sleep.” Mrs Sergeant said.

“Yes dinner is ready dear, and I’ve a couple of bottles of our favourite wine chilling. Sweet dreams Susan.” Mrs Sharples replied.

Susan felt one of the women kiss the tip of her nose, she had no idea which one it was but guessed it was Mrs Sharples. Once more Susan was left to cry herself to sleep as the two women left locking the door behind them.
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Re: Susan's Private Tutor (Chapter 4 added.)

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sun Mar 04, 2012 7:34 am

Hallo jennybond,
nice punishment. I know Susan see not so. :) I would interesting what Mrs Sergeant would find next time. I think she will always find something.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Susan's Private Tutor (Chapter 4 added.)

Postby ginny890 » Sun Mar 04, 2012 8:29 am

this is awesome! poor susan though..

Re: Susan's Private Tutor (Chapter 5 added.)

Postby jennybond » Mon Mar 05, 2012 4:20 am

Chapter 5

Susan spent a very uncomfortable night, drifting in and out of sleep, eventually she did finally manage to fall into a deep sleep only to be woken by Mrs Sergeant shaking her and calling her name, as she opened her eyes to discover she was still in darkness she began to panic and scream into her gag before the events of the previous evening came flooding back to her. She felt the tight ropes over the blanket binding her being untied, and the bandages from around her head were removed too, the bright early morning sunlight shining through the window hurt her eyes as she adjusted to daylight once more. Mrs Sergeant removed her gag but warned her to remain silent, finally the tutor untied Susan’s hands.

“You’ll no doubt be wanting to use the bathroom.”

Susan nodded

“Well off you go then and don’t close the door I want to keep my eye on you.”

While Susan was in the bathroom Mrs Sharples entered the bedroom carrying a whole load of cleaning equipment. Susan returned from the bathroom still dressed in her pyjamas.

“Right Susan, get yourself dressed while I explain what’s going to happen this morning.” Mrs Sergeant said.

Susan felt uncomfortable and could almost feel Mrs Sharples eyes staring at her as she removed her pyjamas and began to change.

“Normally on Sunday we would take the girls in my care to church with us, but I’m not happy with your behaviour and feel I can’t trust you enough to take you out of the house. So you will remain here in your room and I want it cleaned again from top to bottom be warned Mrs Sharples and I will be inspecting every little nook and cranny when we return. Is that clear?”

“Yes Mrs Sergeant.” Susan replied pulling her black t shirt down over her breasts.

“Very well then we’ll leave you to get on with it.”

The two women left the room locking the door behind them, it wasn’t long before Susan heard them leave the house, she watched from her locked bedroom window as they walked down the long drive. She knew it was hopeless to cry for help as the house was too far away from the road for anyone to hear her and there wasn’t another house close by. Slowly and reluctantly she set her cleaning duties after a while she had an idea while she was cleaning around the bedroom door. She knelt down and looked through the key hole on the door.

“Excellent.” She said out loud when she couldn’t see any daylight, this meant the key was probably still in the lock.

She then took a magazine from the pile of magazines and books left in her room by Mrs Sergeant, opened it up and passed it under the large gap at the bottom of the door. Then taking a pencil she pushed it through the keyhole until she heard the key drop.

“Yessss” She said out loud as she pulled the magazine carefully back into the room as saw the key lying on it.

She wasted no time in opening the door; even though she knew the house was empty her heart was pounding as she slowly crept down the stairs. She stopped at the front door which was close to the bottom of the stairs.

“Fuck.” She cried as she discovered it was locked from the outside.

She quickly dashed down the hall and through the kitchen to the back door only to find this locked too and the key was nowhere to be seen. Her only hope now was to find a telephone and call her mum; she didn’t recall seeing a telephone in any of the rooms she’d been in so far, so she had to find her mobile which the women had taken from her. She searched through all the draws and cupboards in the kitchen without success, before moving onto the lounge again her mobile phone was nowhere to be seen, but she did notice the envelope containing the money her mum had paid Mrs Sergeant was still in the sideboard draw.

“She must have it in her bedroom.” Susan thought to herself after drawing a blank with her search downstairs.

She went back upstairs to Mrs Sergeant’s bedroom she paused before opening the door her heart was pounding once again.

“Get a grip Susan there’s no one home.” She said out loud before nervously opening the door.

She entered the room and looked around, just as she suspected Mrs Sharples was more than just a cook and housekeeper. Susan smiled to herself as she noticed two huge nightdresses laid out on the king-size double bed, there was also two dressing gowns hung up behind the door, and two pairs of slippers at the side of the bed. Knowing she was running out of time Susan hurriedly began her search of the room starting with a huge wooden dressing table.

“Dirty bitches.” Susan said out loud with a smile as she opened the top draw to find a number of different sized vibrators and other sex toys, but there amongst the vibrators was her mobile phone.

Susan dashed from the bedroom and down stairs to the hall, from where she called mother.

“Mum you have to get me out of the place I can’t stand it anymore, Mrs Sergeant is evil.” She cried as soon as her mum answered the phone.

“No Susan it’s for your own good, Mrs Sergeant seemed perfectly nice to me when I met here.”

“Please mum she’s evil, she beats me and keeps me tied up and gagged all the time, and in the evenings she makes me take my clothes off and straps me to a wooden cross and puts the painful clamps on my tits.”

“Really Susan that imagination of yours is something else wooden cross and nipple clamps indeed you’re spending too much time on that internet. I not prepared to listen to anymore of your lies.”

“Please mum, you have to help me I’m not lying honest I’m not, the other evening her and this other evil woman she calls her housekeeper but really she’s her lover, tied me up in a bath of ice cold water for hours, they kept on coming back with more and more ice cubes, it was terrible mum.” Susan sobbed.

“Really Susan this is getting silly stop it at once, if you’re only going to tell me lies then I’m hanging up and switching my phone off Good Bye”

“Please Mum, Mum, Mum. BITCH!!” Susan screamed as the phone went dead she tried to redial but her mum true to her word and switched her phone off.

Just then Susan heard the front door being opened, and began to panic she quickly stuffed her phone into the pocket of her track pants hoping it wouldn’t be seen, she froze to the spot with fear as the two women both dressed in their Sunday best entered the house.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF YOUR ROOM?” Mrs Sergeant raged.

“Please Mrs Sergeant I’m hungry I had to get some food.” Susan sobbed.

“And you’ll remain hungry for the rest of the day come on back up to your room and I’m going to make sure you stay there.” Mrs Sergeant said grabbing hold of Susan’s arm.

“What’s that in her pocket?” Mrs Sharples asked pointing to the bulge in Susan’s tight track pants.

“Empty your pockets girl.” Mrs Sergeant barked.

Slowly and reluctantly Susan pulled out her phone.

“She’s been in our room.” Mrs Sharples said.

“I told you we should have tied her up didn’t I?” Mrs Sergeant replied.

“Who’ve you been calling?” Mrs Sergeant asked.

“No one I was about to call my mum when you caught me.” Susan sobbed.

“Here you know more about these wretched things than I do, look who she’s been calling.” Mrs Sergeant said passing the phone to Mrs Sharples.

Mrs Sharples inspected the phone for a few moments before saying.

“She’s called her mum.”

“Yes and she’s coming to get me out of hermmmmpppphhh.” Mrs Sergeant clasped her hand tightly over Susan’s mouth stopping her in mid sentence.

“Sneaky little bitch, by the time we’ve finished with you, you’re going to wish we had left you tied up in your room this morning.

The two women took hold of Susan and dragged her struggling and kicking into the classroom.

“Get her undressed, I’ll be right back.” Mrs Sergeant barked.

“Hey get off me, my mum is on her way, she’s bringing the police with her.” Susan cried as Mrs Sharples began to remove her t shirt.

Mrs Sharples ignored Susan and began to remove her bra once she taken off the girl’s t shirt. It wasn’t long before Susan was left wearing only her white cotton panties as she and Mrs Sharples waited for Mrs Sergeant to return. A few moments later Mrs Sergeant returned smiling like the cat that’s got the cream.

“What’s the matter with you?” Mrs Sharples asked.

“Mummy isn’t coming to get you is she Susan? She didn’t believe you when you told her all about the terrible things we’ve been doing to you. Did she?”

“Yes she did she’s on her way, and she bringing the police.” Susan cried.

“No she isn’t Susan. You should know by now there are cameras all over this house including the hall, I’ve just been watching a recording of your call to mummy. Help me put her on the cross she’s going to regret her actions this morning.”

“NOOOOOO.” Susan screamed as the two large women to a firm grip of her arms and dragged her over to the wooden cross.

Susan struggled but she was unable to stop the two evil women from strapping her to the cross, not with her back to the cross this time but face first. Mrs Sharples then held Susan’s ponytail up out of the way while Mrs Sergeant strapped the usual big red ball gag in her mouth silencing her protests. A thick leather strap was then buckled around Susan’s slender waist securing it to the X part of the cross. Susan strained her neck to see what Mrs Sergeant was bringing from her cupboard she was horrified to see her take out what looked like a large leather whip.

“This my pretty is called a cat o nine tails, I can’t remember the last time I had the pleasure of using this little beauty on one of you girls, but it has been a while since I’ve had a girl as rebellious as you to deal with.” Mrs Sergeant said holding the whip so Susan could see it.

“NOMMMMPPPPHHHH.” Susan screamed into her gag at the sight of the cruel looking implement in the tutor’s hand.

Just then must Susan’s relief the doorbell rang.

“Who on earth can that be?” Mrs Sergeant barked.

The bell rang again.

“Keep her quiet while I get rid of them.” She said to Mrs Sharples.

Mrs Sharples clasped her hand tightly over Susan’s gagged mouth while Mrs Sergeant went to open the door.

“Mrs Day what a pleasant surprise.” Mrs Sergeant said upon opening the door and seeing Susan’s mum who was accompanied by a man standing before her.

“This is Susan’s father we want to see our daughter.” Mrs Day replied.

“I’m sorry that isn’t possible you know my rules, girls are not allowed phone calls or visitors.”

“We’re not here for a visit lady we’re here to take Susan home.” Her father replied pushing Mrs Sergeant out of the way and barging into the house, followed by Mrs Day.

“What is the meaning of this get out before I call the police.” Mrs Sergeant cried.

“Where’s Susan?” Mrs Day asked.

“She isn’t here. She’s gone to church with my housekeeper.”

“Rubbish, where’s our daughter?” Susan’s father barked.

Mrs Day noticed Mrs Sergeant glance towards the door leading to the classroom.

“In there.” She said pointing to the door.

Mrs Sergeant tried to stop them from entering the classroom but Susan’s father pushed her out of the way knocking her to the floor.

“OH MY GOD SUSAN, WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO YOU?” Mrs Day screamed seeing her daughter strapped to the cross being hand gagged by Mrs Sharples.

“Get away from her lady and get in there with your friend.” Susan’s father told Mrs Sharples.

Mrs Sharples did as she was told and joined Mrs Sergeant in the lounge where they were watched over by Susan’s father. Mrs Day freed her daughter and comforted her while she dressed.

“Mum you didn’t believe me.” Susan sobbed.

“I know dear and I’m so, so, sorry. You have your father to thank he called around shortly after you phoned and I told him what you said luckily he talked me into coming here with him to see for ourselves what was going on.”

“Thanks Daddy” Susan cried running up to her father and giving him a big hug.

“What are we going to do with these two?” Mrs Day asked.

“I think we’ll let the police deal with them.” Susan’s father said taking his phone and dialling 999.

While he did this Susan went over to sideboard and took out the envelope containing her mum’s money.

“Here mum pay the bank, back what you owe them.” She said handing the envelope to her mum.

“No dear I’m going to use this money to find you the best tutor possible.” Mum replied giving her daughter a hug.


Mrs Sergeant and Mrs Sharples remain in police custody awaiting trial at crown court for imprisonment and cruelty, since hearing about their arrest a number of other girls have now come forward and pressed charges against the evil couple whos lawyer has warned them to expect a ten to fifteen year prison sentence.
Mrs Day did use the money to find Susan the best possible tutor and she is now catching up nicely with her school work.

The End
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Re: Susan's Private Tutor (Chapters 4 & 5 added.)

Postby randomentity » Mon Mar 05, 2012 9:08 pm

Amazingly well written story!! I really enjoyed reading it! And brilliant way to end it as well! :)

Re: Susan's Private Tutor (Chapters 4 & 5 added.)

Postby jennybond » Tue Mar 06, 2012 12:25 am

randomentity wrote:Amazingly well written story!! I really enjoyed reading it! And brilliant way to end it as well! :)


Thanks for all your kind words everyone. I'm glad you enjoyed it. :big:
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Re: Susan's Private Tutor (Chapters 4 & 5 added.)

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Tue Mar 06, 2012 8:27 am

Love how Susan was handgagged to muffle her cries for help with her potential rescuers just outside the room of her captivity!
Great "dramatic tension"!

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Re: Susan's Private Tutor (Chapters 4 & 5 added.)

Postby Plueschbabycd » Tue Mar 06, 2012 10:17 am

Hallo jennybond,
very nice end I know that the both make thinks that's not really legal, but what I little not like is that in sound like to be lesbian couple is crime. OK that thy couple, make other to helper but that would same if other where her boyfriend. Only case where lesbian make for me as reason make sense if Susan where Sam and other had a hate against males. But than I would say in end both are mentally disordered.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Susan's Private Tutor (Chapters 4 & 5 added.)

Postby jennybond » Tue Mar 06, 2012 1:29 pm

Plueschbabycd wrote:Hallo jennybond,
very nice end I know that the both make thinks that's not really legal, but what I little not like is that in sound like to be lesbian couple is crime. OK that thy couple, make other to helper but that would same if other where her boyfriend. Only case where lesbian make for me as reason make sense if Susan where Sam and other had a hate against males. But than I would say in end both are mentally disordered.
Andrew


Andrew it was never my intention to make it sound like being a lesbian couple is a crime, if that's the way it came over then I apologize for any offence caused to anyone.

Jen xx
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Re: Susan's Private Tutor (Chapters 4 & 5 added.)

Postby Plueschbabycd » Tue Mar 06, 2012 3:09 pm

Hallo jennybond, let Susan word count as reaction of situation. My view has right has she right that there couple helps the crime.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Susan's Private Tutor (Chapters 4 & 5 added.)

Postby mattbind1974 » Tue Mar 13, 2012 11:31 am

jen you are the best ...