The Lesson Plan
Returning to college had been a dream of mine, and I was finally in a position to go, so I enrolled at the local Community College. Knowing that I struggled at mathematics I didn’t want to waste time so I hired a tutor to stay on top of things. Little did I know what I was getting myself into. He was older that I, handsome, intelligent and most importantly patient. A lesser man would have been furious or frustrated with my mathematical missteps and ‘logical’ conclusions. This man, I wasn’t sure if he was helping or not but I must say he was a delight to be in the presence of. His deep calm voice, his blue eyes behind those reading glasses and even his hands with those smooth long fingers were enough of a distraction but I was determined to learn.
In an effort to concentrate, I found myself making treats before each session. The measurements and chemistry that went into cooking made sense to me and soothed my head before all of the work I knew I was in store for. He would knock on my door and the house would smell of cookies, cakes, brownies and other desserts but each time I offered him a piece he’d refuse and we would get to work on my problems.
This went on for weeks and although I was making progress I kept struggling. I was becoming frustrated with myself and he saw my struggle but was persistent with his methods. I knew that I was testing his skills when he removed his glasses and pinched the space between his eyes. When he finally looked up at me he just sat there and stared. I quickly became uncomfortable under his gaze shifting in my seat as pink flush spread across my cheeks. Then he said, “I know you are struggling with this. I need to know how important this is to you.”
I sat there, thought about it as my brain screamed, ‘Of course this is important I am paying you aren’t I?’ however my rational mind tried to put things into perspective. “I understood my faults and struggles before I registered for this class but the concept of not being able to wrap my head around mathematics is representative of a mental block. Much like writer’s block I am hitting a wall I don’t know how to get around. I want to overcome my aversion to this and in turn open the door or at least learn how to open doors for myself that previously I did have the key to.”
He sat back took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Leaning forward he placed the materials he brought back into his satchel. “I’d like to try something completely different however it is outside of my tutorial services. Are you open to trying new things?” Confused and curious I was eager to conquer my resistance to numbers. My only hesitation was my financial investment so when the thought of how much more this would cost me crossed my mind I was startled to hear him say “I won’t be accepting any further payments for my tutoring from now on.” I sat there dumbfounded furrowing my brow. Had I known what I was in store for I would have panicked and not gone through with it but he was clever in more ways than I anticipated. When he rose to leave he said “I’ll see you on Thursday, and so you know, I prefer Pie.”
My confusion stayed with me the rest of the day and into next. I attended my classes and went about my day reflecting on the previous evening. His eyes, his posture, his confidence all put me at ease despite my downfalls… I trusted him. I let my hope rise up with the thought of defeating my animosity toward equations. My mood lifted but the thought of not paying for his help was a bothersome irritant to my otherwise optimistic position.
Thursday was a busy day but I had time to create a cherry almond pie with a lattice crust. It was cooling on the rack when I heard his knock on the door. Opening the door he looked different some how. He wasn’t wearing his reading glasses but that wasn’t it. He still had his satchel, so it wasn’t that, then I noticed that he wasn’t wearing his typical button down shirt and pleated slacks. Today he wore a black v-neck t-shirt and jeans. They fit him well and I was embarrassed to catch myself looking him over a bit more judiciously than I ever had before. Blushing, I stepped back to allow him entry.
He came in, set down his bag and asked “What kind of pie did you make?” I stuttered to get it out of my mouth before I made a complete fool of myself. He chuckled at my nerves and headed to the kitchen. Following in his wake, I entered the kitchen to find him peering down at my pastry. My mind raced ‘What if he doesn’t like cherries. What if he’s allergic to nuts. Why didn’t he specify which KIND of pie he liked?’ until he took his long finger, slipped it into the pie through one of the lattice holes and seductively pulled it out and licked his finger clean. I watched all of this with rapt attention. My eyes watching his mouth, his lips, his finger as my lids lower and my eyes dilate. He knew something about me that even I didn’t know. “Are you ready to get started?” Taking my eyes off of his mouth to meet his own heated gaze I nodded. “What do you know about Pie?”
My brain went into overdrive trying to figure out the answer he was looking for. “Well, they can be sweet or savory…” Clearly I had the wrong answer because he did that pinch between his eyes and shook his head in disappointment. Trying again with less confidence “Umm… the ingredients…”
I jumped when he slapped his hand on the counter and said “Why am I here?” and my brain clicked. He isn’t talking about pie he’s talking about PI! He saw the recognition in my eyes and smiled “Now… I’m going to ask you again. What do you know about pi?” I didn’t know much. I did know that it was 3.14 plus a whole bunch of numbers that went on without pattern for a very long chain that apparently people competed against one another memorizing hundreds of numbers however that was not the answer he was looking for. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, as I wracked my brain for the answer to his question. “Pi the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter. Say it.” I dutifully repeated the words. “Now look at me. Again.” Stuttering a little this time I said it again as a heat rose in my cheeks.
“Very good. Let’s get started.” Extending his hand to me I took it and he led me to the table and chairs, “Please sit.” As I settled myself into the wooden chair my peripheral vision picked up that he had removed something from his pocket. “I have a very serious question to ask you.” I looked up at him as he stood over me and spoke. “I have noticed things in you that I believed could help you overcome this. I want to help you but I need your full trust. Do I have your trust?” Before I could answer he knelt down on one knee and took my left hand. “Let me describe to you some things I want first though. I have noticed that you count on your fingers. This won’t do. I want to tie your arms to the chair you are sitting in.”
My heart excitedly raced and my eyes widened at the idea. He paused to read my reaction to his proposition before continuing. “I also need you to know that I am attracted to you. I want you but I won’t hesitate to discipline you for making errors. Do you agree to allow me to touch you?”
I shifted in my chair as my arousal grew with this new information before I spoke. “Yes. I do trust you. You’ve been nothing but patient and understanding with me. I am attracted to you as well,” I said as my blush spread and deepened “and yes you may touch me.” His hand took mine and with the rope he had removed from his pocket a moment ago bound my arms to the chair rung. moving to the other side he did the same to my right arm. What I didn’t expect was that he also began binding my legs to the chair as well spreading them open before he stood again to inspect his work.
“Are you comfortable?” realizing that I was in fact comfortable I nodded. “Pi is a mathematical constant and an irrational number. It has an infinite number of digits in its decimal representation, and it does not settle into an infinitely repeating pattern of digits.” As he said all of this his hand slowly moved up my calf over my knee and onto my thigh. “Now repeat what I just said.” I panicked a bit trying to do as he asked but it was obvious I wasn’t paying close attention. As a result he slapped the inside of my thigh. I jumped at the sensation but also focused more carefully and the lesson went on .
By the time he had finished with the mathematical and historical significance of pi I was wet and panting. ‘Oh god, what could he have in store for me next?’ I thought. I sat there waiting for his next move when he wandered over to the counter, opened several drawers until he found himself a knife and fork then proceeded to cut himself a piece of my pie. Putting it onto a plate he sat down at the table next to me. Eating several fork fulls he would glance over at me watching him eat. “This is delicious. You are a very good cook.” My pride swelled at his words. Once he finished he rose, took his plate to the sink, washed his dish and silver and set it to dry. “Let’s go into the living room.” he said as he knelt and began to untie me. My confusion was obvious before he mentioned, “Don’t worry, I’ll be tying you up again out there too.” as he winked.
As I stood I stumbled and he grabbed me to his side to help me into the next room. He asked me to remove my dress and I willingly but somewhat shyly pulled it over my head leaving me in only a bra and panties. Settling me onto the couch he proceeded to retie my arms but not my legs. Sitting next to me he said “Now we are going to do a bit of memorization. I am going lay you across my lap face down and draw a number on you then ask you to recite each in succession from the beginning. You already know 3.14 so we will proceed from there.”
The first number was simple in that it was a straight line indicating a one. “3.141” the first 10 or so numbers he drew we’re a little trouble however keeping them in order for each successive repetition became more and more difficult wandered about my person. I tried to slowly recount the numbers but that only proved more difficult by giving him more time to let his hands roam. By the 20th number I accidentally inverted a six and a four and felt the first stinging blow of his hand on my ass. As careful as I tried to be I made several more errors. Bye the 40th I was red and sore and terribly aroused.
He knew I was close, knew I was burning up, knew I was helpless to his Lesson Plan… “Again”
“3.14 1, 5, 9, 2, 6, 5, 3, 5, 8, 9, 7, 9, 3, 2, 3, 8, 4, 6, 2, 6, 4, 3, 3, 8, 3, 2, 7, 9, 5, 0, 2, 8, 8, 4, 1, 9, 7, 1, 6, 9, 3, 9, 9, 3, 7, 5, 1, 0, 5, 8, 2, 0, 9, 7, 4, 9, 4, 4, 5, 9, 2, 3, 0, 7, 8, 1, 6, 4, 0, 6, 2, 8, 6, 2, 0, 8, 9, 9, 8, 6, 2, 8, 0, 3, 4, 8, 2, 5, 3, 4, 2, 1, 1, 7, 0, 6, 7, 9, 8, 2, 1, 4”