"Good morning student," greeted an unbelievably cheerful voice. I looked towards the entrance and saw a woman in her early thirties, maybe late twenties, walk in the room with a pile of books under one arm. Her red hair was tied back into a bun and on the bridge of her nose sat a pair of glasses, which she adjusted slightly upon entering. A white blouse hugged her body, and a knee-length black skirt covered her thighs. On her feet a pair of high heeled shoes hugged her soles and toes, making my feet hurt just watching them.
"My name is Miss Heart, and your parents hired me to be your personal tutor for the week," she continued. As she walked towards my bed, I sat there in disbelief. A tutor walked in while I was sleeping, stripped me, and tied me to the bed? What was she teaching me, sexual intercourse? Though to be honest, that wouldn't have been so bad...
Immediately I asked the most obvious question: "Why am I tied up?"
Miss Heart smiled at me. "Why, it's all for the sake of your education of course! True, my methods aren't common practice, but I have the best reputation in the area as my students have never failed a subject that I have tutored them in. Your family is out for the entire week to New York. I remember you father and mother were excited about going to the Rockefeller center, and your elder sister was eager to visit the shops around Times Square."
Her heels hit the floor beside my bed as she set down her books on my desk and turned to face me, resting a well-manicured hand on her sexy hip. Pulling myself out of a trance, I realized I was no closer to having answers. "You still haven't told me exactly why I'm tied naked to my own bed."
"Like I said, it's for the sake of your education. You see, my methods don't work on just anybody. I may have the best reputation in this area, but unfortunately I can't help everybody who's failing class. Luckily however, I can help you. While hiring me, your mother mentioned to me that you aren't just extremely ticklish; you are deathly ticklish, and she joked that I could tickle you to help you remember. And that's what I'm going to do."
My brain froze. Did she really say she was going to tickle me to help me study? I didn't see how that was going to help at all. Not only did the thought of being restrained and tickled turn me on embarrassingly, my mother had told a complete stranger that I was deathly ticklish and that that same stranger had tied me up and intended to do just that. If she started tickling my exposed body, she wouldn't need to teach sexual intercourse to realize how much of a turn-on it was for me.
"Here's how my lessons are going to go.," Miss Heart began. "Every day I'll be teaching you about a subject and reading you a couple text books from that subject. After every chapter, I will ask you a ten question quiz. Each wrong answer will be worth a minute of tickling. At the end of each book, I'll give you a fifty question test. Each wrong answer will be worth two minutes of tickling. Each time I am interrupted, whether reading or not, will be worth five minutes. At the end of the lesson, once all the books are read, I add up the minutes and tickle you for that amount of time, no matter how late it goes."
This was insane! My day was like a cross between a daydream and a nightmare, and she was staying all week! I was at war with myself whether or not to fail just to get her to tickle me.
"Today's lesson is-"
"Are you serious?" I asked, knowing it would add to my time later.
Miss Heart gave me a very sly smirk. "Five minutes," she said. "Today's lesson is in American History. We start with the first British Colony in the Americas, which was Jamestown."
And so Miss Heart went through an entire American History text book, her sitting on a chair next to my naked body tied to my bed. When she finished with that one, she started another. And another. I did my best to pay attention and learn, for even if I failed her tests the information would still help. The books took hours to get through as she read from cover to cover, even the index to make sure I pronounced everything right and knew the definition of every word. But what was important was at the end of the lesson when she told me my results
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