The Tutor by M.C. College football star is taught a valuable lesson. "You can't do this", coach Wilson pleaded. " You can't fail John before the big game. He's our best player. Without him we don't stand a chance." The college literature instructor looked up at him and said impassively," well you should have thought of that before you enrolled him in my class. I know a lot of the teachers here pass the football players without them doing any work; but not me. John was given a full scholarship to play and study - and he hasn't even bothered to show up one single day. Now you want me to pass him on his mid - term exam when he didn't even take it. I'm sorry coach but in my class ' student - athlete' is not an oxymoron. He didn't take the test; I'm going to have to fail him ". Coach Wilson became desparate. " If he fails the course he won't be eligible to play on Saturday; couldn't he do a make - up exam?" The instructor sighed and said," very well, I'll let him make it up. I'll give him until tomorrow's class to hand it in. And to show you that I'm not as hard assed as I may seem, I'll even provide him with a tutor ". Later that evening John sat at his desk staring at the exam. "Of all the bullshit. I can't believe that idiot teacher is actually making me do this stupid exam. Don't they realize that Saturday is the biggest game of the year. How do they expect to win if I don't play ? It's all so stupid, who was this Shakespeare guy anyway ? " Just then John heard a knock on the door.When he answered it he was surprised to see a beautiful girl standing in front of him. " Well hello there cutie pie - lost your way ". "Are you John, the football player ?" "The one and only, what can I do for you ", John answered. " My name is Barbra, your tutor ". John smiled. " Well, coach Wilson came through for me after all. There's the test on the table. I'll copy it over in my handwriting tomorrow morning before class. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to have some beers at the student union ". " I'm afraid you didn't understand me", Barbra said. " I'm here to assist you, not do it for you - you're a big boy now, you can do it yourself ". John stepped up to her. At six - feet three inches tall and weighing 220 pounds, he towered over the five - foot five inch 135 pound girl. " You mean to tell me that I , John Richards - star of the football team - has to do this silly exam and all you're going to do is watch ". If Barbra was intimidated, she certainly didn't show it. She stood right up to John and said, " I'm not only going to watch you do it - I'm going to make sure you do it ". John smiled smugly, " and just how are you going to do that ? ". Barbra removed her sweater, revealing her strong, muscular arms and said," I think as your tutor the first thing I need to teach you is respect ". Barbra then slapped John hard across his face with her open hand. Before he could recover, she backhanded him and again slapped him with her open hand. Enraged, John threw a punch at her. Barbra easily avoided it and countered with a right cross to John's jaw. " I hope you don't have a glass jaw ", she teased, " I don't want this to end too quickly "." O.K. girly, now you've made me mad ". Barbra laughed," oh, should I be scared now ". John attacked again, throwing punches all over the place. But Barbra easily blocked or ducked them all. Whenever John left himself open, Barbra countered with punches of her own which, unlike John's blows, always found their mark. Her fists flew so fast that John was unable to stop them. She was even pulling her punches; after all, if she beat him up too badly he wouldn't be able to play in the big game on Saturday. " What's the matter, tough guy - is a little girl too tough for you ", Barbra teased. After several minutes John was backed into a corner, helpless. Barbra stopped hitting him and comely walked back to the center of the room. " All right, big guy, let's try it again ". John decided to change his tactics this time. He would tackle her, football style, and then pin her on the floor with his superior weight. He came at her with his arms wide apart. Barbra saw this coming but instead of trying to avoid him she opened her arms and met him head on. They wrapped their arms around each other in a test of strength; a 220 pound boy against a 135 pound girl. After about a minute of struggling, John began to weaken. " Oh come on now ", Barbra teased," don't tell me that you can't even beat me in a bearhug. I should have tried out for the football team, tee hee hee ". The longer they squeezed the weaker John became. Finally he began to plead," please stop this, you're hurting me ". Barbra laughed and said, " but John, this feels so nice.....you're just too cuddily ". As John was about to lose conciousness, Barbra opened her arms and gently lowered him to the floor. She put her hands on her hips and smiled down at the beaten boy. When he recovered somewhat, Barbra grabbed him firmly by the hair and dragged him over to the couch. She sat down and yanked John across her knee. " Now, your tutor is going to teach you humility, Johnney boy ". She pulled down his pants and began to spank the football hero hard with her bare hand. After two minutes, the pain and humiliation became too much for John and he began to cry. Barbra giggled and said," what do you think if I were to invite all of your football buddies over to witness this - wouldn't that be great? " John started to shake from head to toe. " Please, you can't do that, it will ruin me. I'll do anything you ask, but please don't do that ". Barbra stopped spanking him and asked," anything ? ". " Yes, anything ", he sobbed. Barbra smiled and said," very well, this is what you're going to do. Starting tomorrow you're going to start attending all of your classes. You'll show up on time, behave yourself in class, and do all of your homework . If you have a problem with your homework then I'll help you. I'm your tutor, remember ? Now I believe we have a mid - term exam to complete, don't we ? ". Barbra rose to her feet and took a pillow from the couch with one hand. With her other hand she grabbed John by the collar of his shirt and marched him across the room. She placed the pillow on his chair and sat him down. She took a chair and sat down next to him. " There now, let's see. Oh Shakespeare - he's my favorite. ' To be or not to be,that is the question ......... Two hours later a sadder but wiser John finished his exam." There, that wasn't so difficult now was it ?", Barbra said to him. John was very quiet - still trying to come to terms with what she'd done to him. Barbra got up from her chair and held out her hand. She helped John to his feet and said," now, there's one more thing I'm going to teach you tonight ". She saw the look of fear on his face and laughed, " Oh don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you anymore.........tonight. This is a lesson that I thing you'll enjoy ". She took him by the hand and led him into his bedroom....and closed the door. Next morning John arrived at his English Literature class at 8:00 a.m. sharp. All of the students looked at him in surprise as he entered the classroom. The instructor was writing something on the blackboard as he found himself a seat near the front of the class. As he stared down at his desk he heard a familiar voice. "Well, isn't this a surprise - welcome to my class, John ". John looked up and his sore jaw dropped. He was staring at the smiling face of his instructor......Barbra.