The Maths Lesson

I stand outside Miss Rose's front door, reaching up to press the doorbell, Mistress Ally stood just behind me. She's going on holiday with her mum to canada, to visit family, but decided it would be best for me to stay with Miss Rose, especially since my maths skills have been deteriorating, and Miss Rose, apparently, has a plan for how to help me improve them. When Miss Rose answers the door, she smiles and me, inviting the two of us in. After a few minutes, I bid farewell to My mistress, who leaves to collect her mum before going to the airport, and I'm left at the firm hands of Miss Rose.

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The hard, wooden chair presses into my fleshy, and remarkably unmarked, buttocks. I wriggle around as I wait apprehensively for my lesson for today. It's my second week of these lessons, and so far I've had three English, two science and a maths lesson. Before each lesson, sat alone in the classroom at my little wooden desk, awaiting Miss Rose's arrival, I begin to twiddle my thumbs, silently begging for it to not be maths- the only lesson so far in which I've almost been punished for my incompetence in the subject, and not paying attention.

The door swings open and Miss Rose strides in. She looks stunning. Her hair is down, in tousled blonde waves that fall round her face. She has contact lenses in, and her eyes sparkle. Her body is as beautiful and toned as ever, her skin soft, and tanned. She seems taller than usual, and with only a glance down to her feet I realise that it's because she's wearing her new shoes, six inch, black strappy heels. She's wearing a black skirt, made of a stretchy material, that only comes to just below her arse. Into the skirt is tucked a white, button up blouse, that's hardly buttoned up; the blouse shows all of her cleavage, but somehow doesn't reveal her bra in the slightest. Over the top, she has on a fitted black blazer, and in hand, she holds her usual riding crop, which she can wield with such skill. I stand as soon as she's taken her first couple of steps into the room, a mark of respect. When she reaches the middle of the room, in front of the whiteboard, her crop held in both her hands, she turns to face me. "Good girl, you can be seated." She allows, and I sit down on my chair, tucking my pleated, checked skirt underneath me as I do so. I focus intensely on my posture, sitting with my back straight, my hands on the table in front of me, being careful not to move. I focus my vision firmly on Miss Rose's face. She's smiling sadistically, leaning mainly on her right leg, holding her crop in both hands. "Now, I've been back through my planner, and so far, we've spent the least time on maths." I sigh, quietly. "And I know, for a fact, that maths is your least favourite, and your worst, so from now on, every other lesson is going to be maths." I sigh again, but this time, a little more audibly. Mistress raises her eyebrows, "Is there a problem with that?" She glares at me. I shake my head, violently.

"No Miss, uh, there's no problem, Miss." I say.

"Good, because you know what happens if there is a problem, don't you?" She smiles, threateningly.

"Yes, Miss."

"Go on then, please elaborate. Tell me what would happen, if there was a problem." She demands.

"The problem would be beaten out of me, Miss." I say, blushing a little bit.

"Good, good." She smiles. "Now, onto maths. Last time, we did addition and subtraction. So today, we'll move on to times tables." My heart sinks at this, I'm awful at times tables, and there's so many creative ways she can use it against me.

She doesn't say anything for a few seconds, clearly thinking, or perhaps not, perhaps it's just to create some kind of sexual tension. I sit in my seat, her silence causing me to wriggle uncomfortably, waiting for her to say something more. After just a few seconds, that feel like hours, she turns to the front again. "Get up." She says, and my brain takes a few seconds to process the request, but in that time, the end of her crop has landed, hard, on the desk in front of me, causing me to leap out of my seat. "I thought I told you to get up." She says, calmly, by which time, I've stood up. "The exercise that we're going to do today, is going to involve your interaction. Go over to the whiteboard, pick up a pen, and you're going to write all the sums and answers on the board, and call them out to me, as you answer them." She tells me. I nod, obediently scurrying over to the board, and picking a pen out of the box. I flick the lid off and catch it, pushing it onto the end of the pen. "Are you ready to start the exercise?" Miss Rose demands, swishing her crop, threateningly.