The piano tutor #18+, NSFW

She looked nervously at the clock; her tummy full of butterflies.  She knew that he would arrive at any moment, precisely at 3pm, without fail.   How had she gotten herself into this predicament again?

It began six months ago.  She’d spent hours on-line, searching endlessly for the perfect tutor to assist in her continuing education in classical piano.  There were so many young instructors available, boasting their creative approaches to teaching the beautiful instrument, mostly with children and young adults in mind.  She remembered thinking smugly that she didn’t desire this laissez-faire approach to teaching piano, that she wanted something more highly structured to encourage her growth as a pianist.  She wanted, no, she needed a piano tutor who would push her to be her best and who would hold her accountable to her studies.  Someone who would be most stern with her. 

Well, she’d found him. 

He requested that she refer to him as Master Andrei, but only after she’d learned his complicated Russian surname first.  She remembered standing before him that first day, shaking like a leaf in the presence of his raw masculinity, as he made her repeat each syllable of his surname in succession until he was pleased with her performance.  He’d then lined out his expectations of her and demanded that she sign her name to a formal contract which dictated the many hours she would devote to his teachings each week.  In the beginning, she hadn’t realized how very seriously he took the learning of his pupils.  That had been her first mistake. 

Her eyes had grown wide when he had taken both a metronome and a heavy wooden ruler from his briefcase.  As she nervously played through her first assigned piece, he’d paced back and forth, tapping the ruler in one hand.  It wasn’t until her forth lesson, when she’d grown more used to the pacing and tapping, that she’d learned what Master Andrei’s ruler was used for. 

She’d been feeling less than motivated to play that afternoon and was the first to recognize that her fingers were rather lazy on the keys.  Annoyed with her nonsense, Master Andrei had stopped her mid-piece, turned her hand over in his, and rapped her palm with that heavy ruler three times in quick succession.  She’d howled in protest, yanking her hand away.

He’d stood there, unyielding, holding out his hand.

“We are not finished yet, young lady,” was all he said, eying her sternly. 

Tears in her eyes, she reluctantly held out her palm for further discipline and was awarded three more quick raps with his ruler.  She certainly put in her best efforts for the remainder of the lesson, stinging palm and all!  After he’d left, she considered ending her lessons all together…but she was making very good progress under his tutelage.  And, she told herself, she’d probably deserved the discipline for her laziness.  She certainly wouldn’t give him reason to ruler her palm again!

Several weeks later, after a particularly amateurish attempt at a piece she should have easily mastered by then, he had yanked her up off the piano bench in frustration.  Moments later she was across his knee, skirt lifted well off her backside, receiving the soundest of spankings across the seat of her panties.  She’d thought he’d finished, horrified to realize that he had only paused a moment to lower her panties, resuming his assault upon her bare bottom.  He spanked her to tears, concentrating his efforts on her sit spot and backs of her thighs. When he had finished, Master Andrei had stood her in front of him, giving her the sternest lecture on her lack of efforts as she’d listened in earnest and tried to rub the sting from her bottom.  He’d warned her that he wouldn’t tolerate her wasting his time and that if she wished to continue under his tutelage that she was going to have to recommit herself to her lessons.  She’d ruefully rubbed her bottom, tears on her cheeks, as she’d nodded her consent.  She hadn’t been turned over a knee for a spanking since she’d been a little girl and his discipline had quite the effect on her psyche.  While one might think this event would give her cause to fire him on the spot, the little girl inside her recognized her need for a stern, guiding hand.   As she sat on her burning bottom that afternoon, finishing the remainder of her lesson, she found herself more determined than ever to recommitting herself to excellence. 

Until this week.

It had been a hellish few days.  Things at work had been challenging, the weather had wreaked havoc on the yard, and one of the dogs had thought it was a great time to chew up the leather couch!  She’d barely had time for anything, let alone her piano lessons.  She had called Master Andrei and tried to reschedule the session, but he had been adamant that they meet at their regularly scheduled time that afternoon.

He’d asked her directly if she had neglected her lessons that week.

Meekly, she’d answered, “Yes, Sir.”

He’d been quiet a moment.

“There will be a bit of discipline to take care of then, won’t there be, young lady?”

Her heart sank.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered into the receiver.

“I shall see you at 3pm.”

As the clock struck three, her doorbell rang.

She nervously let him in, and he stood there before her, briefcase in one hand, cane in the other.

As she stared at his cane, she knew she was going to learn a lesson that afternoon.

The end. 

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Hello, my dear friends!

I had fun writing this piece as I am currently seeking a real-life piano tutor for myself.  While I doubt this person will be a strict, Russian Master with dreamy eyes and a cane handy (a girl can only dream!), I am hoping to find someone who can assist me in continuing my journey with the piano.  I had a piano instructor as a little girl who ended up moving away long before I had mastered the instrument.  With my mom’s help, and through a bit of self-study, I did continue playing throughout the years.  As I will be finishing up my PhD over the next few months, my gift to myself is to hire a piano tutor to continue my studies in this area.  I am so excited!!!

I’m hoping Daddy will volunteer to give me a good smack-bottom if I should neglect my lessons 😊.  I’d like to avoid the cane at all costs though…

Stay kinky!

Love,

Nora