The Piano Teacher

by Sophie Elliot

  ‘May I have another glass of whisky?’ she asked, at the end of a tirade against her slovenly flatmates.

  ‘I believe you’ve had enough, now,’ said Dr Tovey, somewhat firmly.

  ‘Oh, go on!’ she giggled. ‘Give me some more whisky!’

  ‘Lucy,’ said Dr Tovey, a hint of reproach in his voice, ‘I don’t think you should have any more. Maybe it’s time I walked you home.’

  Lucy put on a pout. ‘How dare you?’ she said petulantly. ‘I don’t know why you talk to me as if I’m a little girl. I’m not now. I’m a big girl, and I can prove it.’

  ‘I don’t doubt it,’ said Dr Tovey wearily, ‘but you are behaving like a child, and I am minded to treat you like one if you don’t start to behave a little better.’

  Lucy laughed gaily. ‘What are you going to do with me then?’

  Dr Tovey frowned. ‘Lucy,’ he said in a warning tone, ‘I cannot believe that you have had your first lesson with Miss Martin and not learned a little self-discipline. If you don’t behave with a little more decorum I shall have no hesitation whatsoever in showing you the error of your ways. I am quite used to dealing with girls like you, let me assure you.’

  Lucy had enough of her wits about her to recognise the seriousness in Dr Tovey’s voice, but the only thing that occurred to her was how funny the whole episode was. She remembered with a tipsy fondness being held over Miss Martin’s knee and having her bottom rubbed, and it suddenly seemed the most erotic and wonderful thing in the world. She shifted her position languidly, her hem creeping up to a quite indecent level. ‘Oh, I’m sure you are,’ she said knowingly. ‘I bet you show your students a thing or two after hours when they’ve been naughty girls.’ Then she laughed, twirling a strand of her blonde hair in her fingers, thinking her quite the cleverest thing in the world.

  ‘Oh, that’s it,’ snapped Dr Tovey, clearly cross. ‘You’ve had plenty of warnings, but you continue to abuse my hospitality by behaving in the most immature manner.’

  With that, he suddenly got out of his chair and moved purposively towards her. Lucy felt a tremor of fear grip her, and suddenly realised she was out of her depth. ‘W-what are you doing?’ she said nervously, only to be roughly pulled out of her chair and thrown over the right arm of it. ‘Oh no!’ she cried. ‘No - please! I’m sorry Dr Tovey! Don’t spank me!’

  Dr Tovey snorted. ‘So Miss Martin did show you the ropes,’ he said. ‘Well it’s too late for that, my girl; you’ve had this coming a long time now.’

  Dr Tovey stood over her, pinning her to the chair arm with a powerful left hand. By then her skirt had already risen up to her waist as a result of her being deposited over the chair, and she found her nose brushing against the rug on the floor. She needed both her hands just to stay upright, so there was nothing she could do to stop Dr Tovey punishing her. She felt his hand run smoothly over her bottom, and knew what was coming.

  ‘You can’t!’ she yelped, wriggling to try and escape. ‘What would my father say?’

  Dr Tovey laughed grimly. ‘He’d say it was about time somebody gave you a good seeing-to.’

  With that, he smacked her hard on the bottom, causing her to cry out with surprise. ‘Don’t!’ she pleaded, but it was no good, and her second spanking began in earnest.

  Keeping her firmly in place, Dr Tovey spanked her hard, oblivious to her cries and supplications. This was not how she’d intended the evening to go - thrown over the arm of a chair and being given a spanking by a friend of the family. The humiliation of it! She squirmed and bucked in order to try and evade the smacks, but as before, there was little she could do. Dr Tovey just kept smacking her with an implacable and merciless resolve. Soon her bottom was glowing again and the familiar prickly sensation in her posterior returned. She writhed and wriggled, but his palm seemed to find its mark and plant a firm smack on her errant behind. She felt tears welling up as it began to get painful again, but as she resigned herself to her punishment, she once again felt the curious sense of release she’d felt at Miss Martin’s. Even though it was painful and humiliating to be spanked on her bottom like a little girl, she couldn’t deny it any longer - it turned her on no end.

  Just as she was beginning to realise this, Dr Tovey stopped.

  ‘Get up please, Lucy,’ he said evenly.

  Awkwardly clambering over the armchair, Lucy did as she was told and stood up. Her bottom was slightly sore, but not too bad.

  ‘I do hope you will behave now,’ he said in a serious voice, looking at her over the tops of his spectacles.

  Lucy twisted on her ankles. ‘I don’t think you should have done that,’ she replied petulantly. ‘My bottom hurts.’

  ‘So it should,’ retorted Dr Tovey. ‘You’ve been acting shamelessly all evening with me, and I don’t believe you were brought up that way at all. You should apologise.’

  Lucy giggled. ‘I shan’t,’ she said defiantly, and looked him straight in the eye.

  He shook his head. ‘Is there no end to your rudeness?’ he asked wearily. ‘It looks like I’ll have to teach you a proper lesson. Go over to the desk.’

  Lucy glanced at the desk in front of her. It was terrifying, even from a few paces away. She shook her head, and Dr Tovey got cross then.

  ‘Lucy, you will learn to do as you are told!’ he snapped. ‘Now I want you to go over to the desk or I will drag you there myself!’

  His sudden change of tone startled her, and she found herself instantly doing as she was told and scuttling to the desk. It was an odd feeling, her body alert all over from arousal and yet shot through with fear of punishment.

  ‘Now bend over,’ he barked, and Lucy did so, blushing furiously. She could guess what was coming. ‘I’ve had just about enough of your insolence,’ Dr Tovey said in an irritable tone, striding up to her from behind. ‘Obviously a simple spanking just isn’t enough.’

  With that he roughly threw her skirt over her back and yanked her panties down to her knees. Lucy gasped, suddenly feeling horrendously exposed. She started to get up hastily, but Dr Tovey smacked her hard on the bottom.

  ‘Stay where you are!’ he growled. ‘I haven’t finished with you yet.’

  He then ran his fingers over her naked buttocks.

  ‘Very nice,’ he mused. ‘You’ve developed into a very pretty young lady. It’s a shame your manners have yet to catch up with your looks.’

  Lucy gripped the far side of the desktop grimly, and began to regret being so insolent after her first spanking. She had forgotten the difference even a flimsy pair of knickers makes, and she could feel the cool air brushing dangerously against her exposed flesh. Suddenly, she felt the swish of a palm through the air and screwed her eyes up tight before the impact. Then it began.

  Dr Tovey spanked her much harder that time, and before long it was all she could do to keep her feet on the floor and her body over the desk. She desperately wanted to jump out of the way but she knew that would just incur more punishment. His hand fell heavily on her backside, causing her to cry out with the pain and making her eyes start with hot tears. Her bottom, swiftly back to its now-familiar rosy-red, bounced and bucked under the force of Dr Tovey’s whipping forearm. His hands were broader and harder than Miss Martin’s, and where she spanked with a graceful, wickedly searching style, Dr Tovey just administered a good old-fashioned thrashing. Oblivious to Lucy’s wails and pleas for lenience, he spanked her harshly, her posterior suffering seemingly endless blows as she squirmed and squealed through the ordeal. Her thighs taut against the side of the desk and curved bottom held high, Lucy tried everything she could to lessen the effects of the impacts, but ended up writhing ineffectually against the unyielding varnish.

  She gave up all attempts at restraint then, and cried out, sobbing, as each punitive palm found its target. Her knickers now lost, twisted around her right ankle as she wriggled, her legs sprea
d slightly, she felt as naked as the day she was born. Her breasts, pressed tightly against the polished surface, rubbed painfully as each smack propelled her forward. She was soon almost mounting it, her legs widening as she struggled to escape the pain. Her pelvis jerked rhythmically as Dr Tovey’s hand beat cruelly against her, the friction heightening her already feverish arousal. She was bent over and being given a proper drubbing, the thought of which flushed her cheeks with a perverse, confused pleasure, and her cries at the pain of the spanking began to become suffused with the unmistakable moans of sexual abandon.

  Then, just as suddenly as before, the spanking stopped. She gasped gratefully, shuddered, and began to turn, only to be stopped by a vicious slap on her behind which stung all the more for the brief interlude in her punishment.

  ‘I haven’t finished with you, yet!’ snapped Dr Tovey, unbuckling his belt and lowering his trousers. ‘Needless to say, I enjoy this part of the punishment the best.’

  Lucy tried to turn again, suddenly grasping his meaning, but before she could do anything Dr Tovey had seized her hips and thrust his newly liberated erect penis deep inside her in one smooth, irresistible movement. She gasped with surprise, and then a sudden bloom of pleasure, as the thick member slid effortlessly between her moistened labia and filled her completely. Dr Tovey bucked her with a rough push of his hips. Her legs spread further, pushed apart by his invasion, and her head lolled over the far end of the desk. Her nipples, hard as peppercorns, rubbed sorely against the desktop as Dr Tovey began to pump backwards and forwards, causing more grunts and cries as he drove into her reddened buttocks. She bit her lip as he began to build up momentum, his rigid member skilfully sliding out of her with deceptive ease before slamming back inside her with a force that made her want to shout out loud from the abundance of sensations. She found herself delirious with excitement, her whole body dripping with arousal as he entered her again and again, his midriff slapping noisily against her rosy bottom-cheeks.

  ‘Who’s a naughty girl, then?’ he asked, panting as he fucked her.

  ‘I - am!’ cried Lucy between gasps and groans.

  ‘And what happens to naughty girls?’ he asked again, his voice almost jovial as he pumped away at her naked hindquarters.

  ‘They - get - spanked!’ cried Lucy, gripping the edge of the desk until her knuckles whitened, gasping out loud from the repeated impacts.

  ‘Very good,’ Dr Tovey grunted, and promptly began to spank her again, all the while thrusting deeper and deeper within her. With his left hand he steadied himself and with his right he smacked and slapped her bottom with stinging, rapid strokes.

  ‘And do you deserve your punishment, Lucy?’ he panted, grinding himself against her scarlet buttocks.

  ‘Oh, yes,’ she cried. ‘Yes I do...’

  It was excruciating; Lucy thought the mix of pain and pleasure would drive her mad, and the intoxicating combination of sex and spanking soon began to drive her over the edge. The friction built and built, and she could feel within her Dr Tovey’s penis stiffen even further, taut and ready for the explosion she knew would come. She closed her eyes and held her breath as she was pushed towards her climax, Dr Tovey spanking harder and harder as he thrust deep within, her feet lifting off the floor with the impact, her buttocks quivering, her thighs spread and straining. Wave upon wave of painful pleasure shuddered though her with each shunt from Dr Tovey, the smacks against her bottom sending shards of luminous sensation searing through her body.

  ‘So do you like to be punished, Lucy?’ gasped Dr Tovey as he thrust with his groin. ‘Do you like to be spanked by your master?’

  Lucy did not reply straightaway, gasping incoherently. What could she say?

  ‘Do you like it?’ he snapped, spanking her suddenly harder.

  ‘Yes!’ she gasped, losing all restraint. ‘Yes, spank me! Spank me harder!’

  She was whimpering as each smack fell, her whole being rent by the awful, wonderful sensations as Dr Tovey fucked her and spanked her. There was no escape; she could feel her climax mounting within as Dr Tovey’s strokes became quicker and quicker.

  ‘Yes... yes... yes...!’ she wailed, all self-control destroyed.

  Dr Tovey laughed. The spanking intensified in response to her cries. Her breasts moulded to the desk, her eyes screwed shut, her breath coming in pants and gasps and cries until, shuddering, she felt the hot detonation of orgasm within her and the world collapsed into a flurry of pure, bursting bliss. She jerked wildly, seized roughly by the spasms of consummation, fusing in an ecstasy of release, before collapsing back into the real world, drained, drenched, and panting...

  Breathing heavily, his face flushed, Dr Tovey withdrew gently and took a gulp of whisky. He slowly buttoned his trousers, and went to pour another drink. Lucy laid where he left her, her backside burning and her body drained. Her thighs twitched a little from the lingering effects of her climax, and she murmured a little as her groin came into contact with the cool wood of the desk, slick with sweat. Dr Tovey came around to face her, and tenderly stroked her hair.

  ‘Are you all right?’ he asked softly.

  Lucy nodded, enjoying the touch of his fingers.

  ‘I tell you what,’ said Dr Tovey, kindly, ‘I have a lovely deep bath in my apartment where you can soak away all those aches and pains. I think you’ve learned your lesson now. Why don’t I take you back with me? There’d be a nice warm bed for you to sleep in.’

  That sounded nice. Lucy murmured her assent, and then shakily climbed to her feet. She retrieved her knickers and gingerly pulled them up over her spanked bottom.

  ‘Do you punish all your naughty students like this?’ she asked, beginning to regain a modicum of composure, smoothing her dress over her thighs.

  ‘Only my very favourite ones,’ he replied, smiling warmly.

  Then they left for his car, and drove through the night to his apartment. Long before they arrived Lucy was asleep, curled up on the back seat. As they drove, her dreams were full of strange pleasures, and her face was lit up by an angelic smile.

  Lesson Two

  Lucy gently awoke the following morning to a fresh clean scent, with a gentle breeze fluttering across her face. She shifted lethargically, the sheets about her heavy and resistant. Her eyes flickered open, and were greeted by a room she had never seen before. Her head lifted, and she cast a bemused look around her. She was in a small bedroom, lying in a large single bed with a cast iron frame. It was a sunny day outside and the window was open, framed by fluttering lace curtains. There were fresh flowers on the bedside table to her left, and a covered pitcher of water.

  Shuffling out from beneath the voluminous covers, she poured herself a glass and took a sip. Then her headache hit her, and she sank back grimly into the warmth of the bed. As she slid between the sheets she felt a spasm of pain in her bottom, reminding her of the spanking the night before. Her stomach lurched at the memory, and she shook her head in disbelief. Again! She groaned, and took a long draught of the water. It helped her head, but impressed upon her the need to relieve herself. It was extremely comfortable where she was, though, so she burrowed deeper into the cocoon of sheets and pondered her circumstances for a while.

  This was, she presumed, Dr Tovey’s flat, but she remembered little of the previous night after she had got into his car. There was a vague memory of being propelled up some stairs and of a light being flicked on painfully in the dark, but little else. How did she get into bed? She took a peek under the covers and found she was wearing a girlish-looking nightie and nothing else. She blushed brightly with the realisation that Dr Tovey must have undressed her and put her to bed. She wriggled with embarrassment; that was the final indignity, for he had no doubt seen everything now.

  Faintly, she could hear the sounds of someone moving about outside. There was the bubble of running water coming from somewhere, and a clatter of what sounde
d like kitchen things. A clock on the far wall read half-past nine. Recalling more and more of her punishment of the previous evening, Lucy realised that she really didn’t want to face Dr Tovey at all that morning. She could not help but remember, with a cringe of humiliation, her ridiculous cries of ‘Spank me! Spank me harder!’ Her thighs rubbed together under the covers, and to her horror she found that she was becoming damp again. She sat up quickly, cross with herself.

  ‘You silly girl!’ she whispered to herself. ‘If you let these perverts get to you, you’ll never be free of them.’

  After a while, prompted by her growing need to visit the bathroom, she decided to get up. Gingerly, mindful of her head, she swung her legs out of bed and sat up. There was no sign of her clothes, and she dreaded meeting Dr Tovey dressed so revealingly. The nightie was the skimpiest possible, barely drifting to the top of her thighs.

  She stood up, stretching the hem down as far as it would go. By then she distinctly felt the need to use the toilet, so she sidled up to the door and placed her ear against it. She couldn’t make out anything much, and guessed it was safe to exit. She eased the door open, and looked into the hall. It was evidently a single floor apartment. Ahead of her was a hallway leading to what looked like the kitchen, while the sound of bathwater running came from her right. She opened the door carefully, but her heart stopped when it creaked with a clichéd horror film groan. Too late for her to retreat, Dr Tovey popped his head around the bathroom door.

  ‘Lucy,’ he said breezily. ‘Good morning. I trust you slept well?’