Pete's mom set him up with a tutor during summer break to help him catch up on his math skills. Pete hated math and really hated being inside, working on schoolwork while his friends were out hanging at the community pool. He loved his tutor though. She was a very pretty lady around his mom's age who was always kind and helpful. His desire to impress her kept him motivated throughout the summer.
His tutor usually wore very classy clothing; sometimes a modest summer dress or a comfortable top with a knee-length skirt. That didn't stop Pete's curiosity. She'd periodically catch him looking down her shirt when she'd lean over or eyeing her legs when her skirt would ride up. Words were never spoken about it, but she knew he found her attractive. She rather enjoyed the attention from the handsome young man.
Pete's mother was a good, hard-working woman but was often absent during Pete's formative years. As time went on, Pete began getting closer with his tutor and leaning on her emotionally. His tutor was always so kind and patient with him. He didn't know how to label the attraction he had for her, but he loved the days he was able to see her.
His older sister had already moved out, and his parents worked during the day, so he was usually alone with his tutor in the house. He wanted to make some kind of move but didn't know how he could do it without ruining what they had.
One particular morning, he turned in his math homework from the night before. He knew it was half-assed. He had spent most of the evening watching TV and hurriedly scratched out some work late into the night. His tutor took a look at it and was obviously disappointed. He genuinely felt bad. He really enjoyed getting praise from her when he did well. When asked, he told her the truth about how much TV he watched. She scolded him pretty harshly for slacking off. He was taken a little by surprise, he'd never seen her this angry. He was even more surprised by how much he liked it.
Getting chewed out by his tutor was a new high he'd never experienced before. As time went on, he found himself wanting to be scolded again. On the one hand, he really wanted to do well with his work and prove himself to her, but he couldn't shake that craving which grew stronger and stronger every day. Two weeks went by, and he couldn't put it off any longer. He had an unusually large amount of homework to do. She knew it was a lot and told him to start early while encouraging him that he had the ability to finish it.
He decided that tonight was the night and ignored the homework completely. When his tutor arrived the next morning, she was very surprised he didn't get to the homework. He always at least tried to do his work, and she knew he didn't have anything going on the last night. Her reaction wasn't angry this time, it was one of concern. She kindly inquired if there was something going on in his life that she didn't know about. A little frustrated, but not wanting to reveal his intentions, Pete said nothing was going on, just that he felt tired and didn't want to do it.
She kindly pursued his reasoning, trying to figure out what was going on. This behavior was pretty abnormal. "Let's put the homework aside, hon. Why don't you tell me what's bothering you? Did something happen with your friends?"
He responded, "Aren't you going to yell at me?"
Confused, she replied, "Of course not, dear, I don't think yelling will help." He looked a bit downcast and promised to do the work that night.
Driving home later that day, she pondered the situation. She cared for Pete deeply and just wanted to understand him. Suddenly, it occurred to her that he did it on purpose to get yelled at. That seemed to be the only logical explanation, and his reaction supported that theory. She remembered the first time she got after him. She had been stressed that day and may have taken it out on him a bit. She must've accessed something deep inside him that he really desired.
The next day, she began to feel him out. "Pete, please tell me why you didn't do your homework the other day." He just shrugged, looking down. "Well, I'm really disappointed in you," she said, adding an extra edge to her voice. He looked up at her, his eyes wide. "I told you to get an early start on the work, and you did nothing, absolutely nothing!" she continued scolding, watching him carefully to identify any discomfort.
"I'm really sorry, ma'am. I just didn't want to do it," he replied, feigning guilt.
She instantly recognized his game. "What am I going to do with you? That kind of behavior cannot be tolerated. Your mother is expecting you to learn. How will your math skills increase if you don't do your homework?" she continued sternly.
He couldn't tell if she was serious. If she was playing with him, she certainly was doing a really good job selling it. He had become aroused under her continued scolding and was thankful the table was there to hide it.
He shrugged again. She could tell he was enjoying being put in his place and leaned into it. "What do I need to do? Do I need to punish you to keep you motivated?" she asked with eyebrows raised.
Hearing her say the word "punish" sent shockwaves through his body. He'd never felt a thrill like this before and realized he really wanted her to punish him like a naughty little boy. "Maybe," he responded, even though his mind was screaming, "YES!" He looked up at her, almost pleading.