Julia’s desire to improve her math competency was real. Our approach would both cater to that aspiration and also satisfy our more prurient tendencies and thirst for role play fun. For our first math tutoring session, I found ten not too difficult problems online that would exercise her algebra, geometry and trig skills. I pasted the graphics and initial conditions into a note and texted the PDF to her with the instructions for her to at least set-up each of the problems beforehand. We would review her set-up and any advance work at our session and interactively work to solve the set.

She arrived from work in her dental assistant togs and went into the bathroom to change. A few minutes later she emerged wearing a school girl costume she had bought online. She looked every bit the part. I led her into the dining room to my square cherry counter-height table, surrounded by four, cherry stools. I had arranged two stools on one side of the table and I sat down on the right chair, with her on my left.

“How’d setting up the problems go?” I asked. She sheepishly handed me the pages she had printed, showing only one problem with some cursory notes. “So you failed to do your homework, I see. I think you need some pre-session incentivization,” I scolded and pushed my stool back from the table. “Come around here, Julia,” I ordered pointing to my right side. She reluctantly slid from her stool, then circled behind me and instinctively laid over my lap. I flipped up the back of her skirt and tugged her panties down. “You completely ignored nine problems,” I noted and began to spank, counting silently as my hand smacked her bare bottom, sounding very loud. Ninety swats later her bottom was rosy and well heated. Her panties now hung from just one ankle. I pulled them free and laid them on the table.

“Go ahead and take your seat,” I instructed. She circled back around and gingerly sat down. I prompted her to pull her skirt free so her bare bottom was in direct contact with the wood. We worked through five problems and then I suggested it was time to rewarm her tush. She giggled slightly at the announcement and compliantly laid over my lap again. I opened a drawer in the table base and extracted a wooden hairbrush, leaving the draw open for a few extra moments to let her see that the drawer also contained my recently completed oak paddle.

Fifty swats later, her gorgeous bottom was rosy and hot again, well conditioned for the second set of problems. Whether the spanking was truly motivating, her math acumen was now much sharper and we cruised through the remaining problems.

“Good job,” I concluded. “Nevertheless, you have a date with my new paddle,” I announced. “Stand up and bend over the table. She complied and even pulled up the back of her skirt. I tapped the oak implement against her well-spanked cheeks and then gave her a moderate swat.