Spending the Day with Your Student
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 8
by
Bobob1
After a long moment of consideration, Elsa eventually determined that there would be little point studying such complicated text books without a tutor to talk her through it. After all, that had been the reason she responded to your ad in the first place. With no means of contacting you or your family, she decided that the best course of action would be to wait for her homestay parent Cassandra to return home and ask her for assistance in solving this mystery. But the older woman wasn’t due back from work until late in the evening, so she’d have to occupy herself until then. She just hoped that nothing bad had happened to you, since you’d looked so very small and vulnerable.
You were once again given a small sense of relief as Elsa rose from her chair, this time moving further as she went to exit the room. The undulations from before seemed as nothing compared to the bounce of her rear as she began to walk in earnest, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was as uncomfortable to her as it was to you to experience such ceaseless movement. Had you endured only the first sitting the constant up and down motion may well have shaken you off, but the heavy drop into the chair following her failed search had cemented you far too well to be removed so easily. Even when the Swedish girl hit the stairs and the force of the vibrations increased exponentially, you remained firmly attached, still face-first against this woman’s glorious ass.
Frightened and in pain, you tried to move your limbs or your mouth to draw attention, hoping beyond hope that perhaps you could produce the smallest irritation, enough to warrant a closer inspection. Already you could feel the dampness from before starting to mingle with your body, tickling the back of your throat even as the mild smell of Elsa’s natural odour began to penetrate your nose. You’d been stuck now for a few minutes at most, and you didn’t even want to think about what the situation might involve into if you stayed here much longer. Flashbacks of hours spent attending to Stacy’s booty, of days spent attached firmly to Shannon’s, ate at the edges of your thoughts, forcibly buried memories threatening to burst forth and tell you what was to come. Yet all of your attempts to escape produced nought but the smallest of itches, and gained you nothing but a brief and painful scratching from your captor’s nails as she gave you some short-lived attention.
With no classes for the day, Elsa briefly stopped in the kitchen to grab herself a glass of water before heading for the lounge room. It was her usual routine ever since arriving in the country to watch English programs with Swedish subtitles as a means of submerging herself in the language, while keeping her laptop to hand to search for some of the less obvious phrases online. As her would-be teacher you would have been happy to know that she was being proactive in her studies even without your presence, but your only real insight into the situation was the muffled sounds of the TV switching on before the feeling of falling returned as the faux-leather couch rushed up to meet you.
Your third sitting under Elsa was distinctly different from the previous two. Though not as soft as some, the couch was certainly more giving than the plastic chair from before, which was a small mercy given the force with which your student dropped down into it. Set lower to the ground and with a bit of cushion, there was no reason for the Swedish girl to slow her descent, plopping down with all of her weight and briefly bouncing in place as she hammered you beneath her buttocks. Worse, she wasted no time twisted her ass around to get comfy, carving out a small groove in the leathery surface and burying you in an overly warm cocoon of booty and fabric. Moments later she put her feet up on the coffee table, placing her laptop on her legs and leaning back into a posture that put as much weight on her butt as possible, amplifying your already hellish conditions.
Unfortunately for you, you were doomed to spend the next several hours in this position, the heat and the pressure slowly increasing as Elsa sunk progressively deeper into the couch. The warm exhaust of her laptop, while almost unnoticeable to her, was enough to ensure that the sweat from her ass continued to flow, forming a small puddle beneath her booty and saturating you completely. All trace of the pleasant smell from before was now lost, replaced with the nauseating scent of her sweat. The only thing that broke up the unrelenting force was the occasional shift from above as your student got caught up in particularly emotional parts of the shows, or just wanted to get more comfortable. Between bouts of hopelessness, you’d periodically muster up the strength and force of will to struggle again, only to have your efforts destroyed by harsh rubs as Elsa scratched the ‘itch’.
A small degree of relief was given when your captor finally rose to make herself lunch, but you were given only a few precious minutes of relative freedom before being crushed onto a hard kitchen stool, further plastering you to the monumental cheek before returning you to the couch for more hours of smothering. By the time Cassandra finally returned you had been smeared to the extent that you barely resembled a human anymore, and the fabric around you had darkened so much that it had basically turned from grey to black. Elsa at least had picked up a few more English phrases, but it was clear that your first day of tutoring had not exactly gone to plan. While not your greatest concern now, you strongly suspected you weren’t going to be getting paid for today either.
With no knowledge of your torment, the Swedish girl simply hopped up to meet her homestay parent, all thoughts of you having fled her mind during the long hours of waiting. Though she had not been here for long, Elsa found that she rather liked Cassandra. The older woman was in her mid-30s, with shoulder-length brown hair, kind hazel eyes, tanned skin several shades darker than her temporary ward’s and near-identical curves. Single herself, she was the kind of person that was happy to open up her home to others, and had treated her guest warmly since the moment she arrived. You too would have been gladly welcomed. If she knew you were there that was.
You were once again given a small sense of relief as Elsa rose from her chair, this time moving further as she went to exit the room. The undulations from before seemed as nothing compared to the bounce of her rear as she began to walk in earnest, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was as uncomfortable to her as it was to you to experience such ceaseless movement. Had you endured only the first sitting the constant up and down motion may well have shaken you off, but the heavy drop into the chair following her failed search had cemented you far too well to be removed so easily. Even when the Swedish girl hit the stairs and the force of the vibrations increased exponentially, you remained firmly attached, still face-first against this woman’s glorious ass.
Frightened and in pain, you tried to move your limbs or your mouth to draw attention, hoping beyond hope that perhaps you could produce the smallest irritation, enough to warrant a closer inspection. Already you could feel the dampness from before starting to mingle with your body, tickling the back of your throat even as the mild smell of Elsa’s natural odour began to penetrate your nose. You’d been stuck now for a few minutes at most, and you didn’t even want to think about what the situation might involve into if you stayed here much longer. Flashbacks of hours spent attending to Stacy’s booty, of days spent attached firmly to Shannon’s, ate at the edges of your thoughts, forcibly buried memories threatening to burst forth and tell you what was to come. Yet all of your attempts to escape produced nought but the smallest of itches, and gained you nothing but a brief and painful scratching from your captor’s nails as she gave you some short-lived attention.
With no classes for the day, Elsa briefly stopped in the kitchen to grab herself a glass of water before heading for the lounge room. It was her usual routine ever since arriving in the country to watch English programs with Swedish subtitles as a means of submerging herself in the language, while keeping her laptop to hand to search for some of the less obvious phrases online. As her would-be teacher you would have been happy to know that she was being proactive in her studies even without your presence, but your only real insight into the situation was the muffled sounds of the TV switching on before the feeling of falling returned as the faux-leather couch rushed up to meet you.
Your third sitting under Elsa was distinctly different from the previous two. Though not as soft as some, the couch was certainly more giving than the plastic chair from before, which was a small mercy given the force with which your student dropped down into it. Set lower to the ground and with a bit of cushion, there was no reason for the Swedish girl to slow her descent, plopping down with all of her weight and briefly bouncing in place as she hammered you beneath her buttocks. Worse, she wasted no time twisted her ass around to get comfy, carving out a small groove in the leathery surface and burying you in an overly warm cocoon of booty and fabric. Moments later she put her feet up on the coffee table, placing her laptop on her legs and leaning back into a posture that put as much weight on her butt as possible, amplifying your already hellish conditions.
Unfortunately for you, you were doomed to spend the next several hours in this position, the heat and the pressure slowly increasing as Elsa sunk progressively deeper into the couch. The warm exhaust of her laptop, while almost unnoticeable to her, was enough to ensure that the sweat from her ass continued to flow, forming a small puddle beneath her booty and saturating you completely. All trace of the pleasant smell from before was now lost, replaced with the nauseating scent of her sweat. The only thing that broke up the unrelenting force was the occasional shift from above as your student got caught up in particularly emotional parts of the shows, or just wanted to get more comfortable. Between bouts of hopelessness, you’d periodically muster up the strength and force of will to struggle again, only to have your efforts destroyed by harsh rubs as Elsa scratched the ‘itch’.
A small degree of relief was given when your captor finally rose to make herself lunch, but you were given only a few precious minutes of relative freedom before being crushed onto a hard kitchen stool, further plastering you to the monumental cheek before returning you to the couch for more hours of smothering. By the time Cassandra finally returned you had been smeared to the extent that you barely resembled a human anymore, and the fabric around you had darkened so much that it had basically turned from grey to black. Elsa at least had picked up a few more English phrases, but it was clear that your first day of tutoring had not exactly gone to plan. While not your greatest concern now, you strongly suspected you weren’t going to be getting paid for today either.
With no knowledge of your torment, the Swedish girl simply hopped up to meet her homestay parent, all thoughts of you having fled her mind during the long hours of waiting. Though she had not been here for long, Elsa found that she rather liked Cassandra. The older woman was in her mid-30s, with shoulder-length brown hair, kind hazel eyes, tanned skin several shades darker than her temporary ward’s and near-identical curves. Single herself, she was the kind of person that was happy to open up her home to others, and had treated her guest warmly since the moment she arrived. You too would have been gladly welcomed. If she knew you were there that was.
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April 23, 2025
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