The Tutor | (Baldi x Reader) **SMUT

The Tutor || Fuck I'm in Texas

**some light violence (hitting with a ruler)

The beginning of class was quite boring. You just took notes and Baldi just drew out math equations on the outdated blackboard. Baldi purposefully dragged the chalk across the blackboard to create more of a screeching sound. It was grating.
"Do you guys understand?", Baldi kept asking with every given equation.
"Yes sir", the class responded in a dead inside manner.
Then it came time for Baldi to have what he called "idiots get to solve my problems" time in which he called on random students in the class to answer his wack ass math questions. He spent some time perfecting the equation he wrote down. Rewriting the 3 characters over and over and over again. 2 + 2. Then turned to face the class.
"Billy, why don't you try this one?", Baldi asked a boy sitting in the front.
Billy looked like he was about to shit his pants. His head started bobbling and his face grew sweaty.
"I-I u-um..", Billy began, eyes fixed on Baldi's long ruler.
Baldi stood patiently awaiting Billy's answer.
"I-Is it 3?", Billy asks unsurely.
"I don't know, you tell me", Baldi sarcastically replied.
At this point Billy looked like he was about to faint. His face was turning blue and he appeared to have somehow contracted Grave's disease, as his eyes were bulging out of his thick face. You felt bad for him so you raised your hand. Baldi turned to you and called on you, turning his head once to smirk at Billy. Billy stared, eyes bulging at you awaiting your response.
"It's 4, sir", you said.
Billy began to breathe again and the color flushed back into his face. Baldi stared at you in a mildly surprised fashion.
"Very good y/n!", Baldi said, clapping his hands together and staring angrily at Billy.
Billy breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't think your getting off the hook because y/n here fixed your mistake Billy", Baldi jeered.
Billy looked up in fear. Baldi grabbed his ruler off of his desk.
"One lashing on the wrist for now", Baldi said as he lined the ruler up with Billy's wrist.
Billy grimaced as Baldi brought the ruler down hard onto his wrist. You could tell that Billy was trying very hard not to scream in pain. Baldi then put his ruler down at his desk and went back to the board to start another hour long endeavor of writing down a kindergarten level math question. The next one was harder but still easy as all hell.
"Alright Billy, try this one. Get it right and I will give you a quarter and I will not hit you. Get it wrong and I will give you 3 lashings on the ass. Understand?", Baldi explained as he turned to face Billy.
"Y-y-yes sir", Billy replied anxiously
Billy studied the question for what seemed like 30 minutes. Running through the different ways to solve it in his head. You raised your hand instinctively and waved it at Baldi.
"Are you going to piss your pants or something? Why are you waving your hand at me?", Baldi inquired in an angry manner.
"No, sir. I have the answer", you stated staring him dead in his dark eyes.
Baldi huffed and replied in a frustrated way.
"Let Billy answer it, he needs his practice."
Meanwhile, Billy might have actually pissed his pants as he realized that he wasn't smart enough to come up with the answer for '4 + 4'.
"Sir, is it -5?", Billy asked sheepishly.
"Close", Baldi responded with a deadpan expression.
Yo, is this guy fucking serious? You thought to yourself as you contemplated the mental well being of your teacher.
"NOT!", Baldi yelled, laughing with a Squidward-esque voice.
"Now bend over", he commanded, making Billy bend over the front of his desk.
Billy did as he was told and he soon braced himself for the impact of the ruler. Baldi grabbed said ruler off of his desk and swaggered over to Billy's backside. Baldi lined the ruler up perfectly with Billy's rump and then swatted it hard.
"What did you do wrong?!", Baldi demanded.
"I didn't answer the questions right, sir!", Billy cried out.
Baldi hit Billy a second time.
"Why didn't you?!", Baldi screamed.
"Because I'm an idiot sir!", Billy screeched in pain.
Baldi brought down the final blow to Billy's ass. This one was harder then the past two.
"Will you do it again?!", Baldi shouted.
"No sir!", Billy hollered.
And just like that, it was over. Billy grabbed the hit part of his ass and sat back down in his seat. Class went on as normal and you were just like you weren't directly picked on by Baldi.
     Lunchtime came fast; Billy waddled up to you, hand still clenched on his ass.
"Thanks for trying to help me y/n. I'm just not that smart", Billy murmured shyly.
"No problem. Where I come from, if a teacher did that, the student had the right to beat his ass", you stated confidently.
"Really? Where are you from", Billy asked curiously.
"Southern California. East LA area. Whole lotta gang shit. You know, the rough part", you lied, trying to sound more cool. You were from California but definitely not that part. Your family was rich and decided to send you to Texas for the year so you could get to know the area. Your family was thinking about moving down there but didn't quite know about it. So they sent their (daughter/son) down to live with their aunt to check it out for them. Your aunt was a nice lady and noticed that your math education had been lacking. That's why you were here. The 'Basic Education School". What a stupid name for a school. Especially one that catered to young adults. So now you were California dreaming in the middle of Texas at a school that no one gave a shit about. Oh well.