Since our date yesterday I noticed Mark and I naturally gravitating to the common areas of our apartment more. I guess maybe we both just enjoyed hanging out.

I couldn't remember the las time I genuinely just went to hang out in the living room but as I sat staring blankly as the book I was supposed to be studying from, I decided a change of scenery might be in order.

I got up from my desk and left my room. I headed for the couch and plopped down.

Tomorrow I had a sociology test that I really, really wasn't looking forward too. Begrudgingly, I cracked open my textbook and started to read some highlighted sections.

My eyes quickly glazed over and I huffed in defeat. This was going to be impossible.

"Why the pity party syd?" Mark had walked in to the living room just in time to watch my frustration apparently.

"It's this stupid test! Why do I even need to know about the stupid poverty snowman!" I look at him all huffy. He just started to laugh a little.

"Im gonna pretend I know what you're talking about with that- uh, want anything help studying?" He offered genuinely.

"I mean if you're not busy..." I was honestly super excited at the fact that he wanted to be around me, or at least that he was offering. Im especially happy because now instead of suffering with this stupid textbook I could also stare at Mark.

"Honestly I'm really bored today I'd be happy to help. Maybe I'll even learn something... like about your sad snowman... or something" a smile spread across his face when I accepted his offer.

"Thank you, Mark! I really appreciate this! I'll go grab my flash cards!" I get up and walk quickly to my room, grabbing a stack of cards off my bed.

When I return to the living room Mark is sitting on the floor atop a couch cushions and one is empty in front of him.

He patted it and I walked over to sit down.

"I have a proposal, for a game to help you study." Mark tells me.

"What is it?" I ask, thinking I'm a little old for study games.

"Think of it as a reward and punishment based system. I just need you to lay down on your stomach and I'll explain everything." Mark looked like he was about to have way too much fun. However, I've grown to appreciate his antics and I was pretty curious.

I scoot off my pillow and lay down on the carpeted living room floor belly down.

I manoeuvre the pillow under my chest to prop myself up.

"Good, perfect" he praises. He gets up and steps over me. There were one of his legs on ether side of my waist. I couldn't see what he was doing.

He grabbed my shirts and I helped him pull them off.

"Bend your knees" he instructed. I bent them back and my feet rested somewhere around my ass.

I feel one of his hands grasp my ankles firmly so I wouldn't kick.

His other hand found my waistband and grabbed it. He pulled slowly on my underwear. He was really drawing out the way the fabric moved against my crotch.

I let out a small moan. I wasn't proud of it but honestly, Mark had given me so many wedgies, at this point who even cares. He knows I enjoy this.

Eventually the leg holes were high enough and he released one of my ankles. The other was held firm as he hooked my leg hole over it.

He repeated the process and both of my legs were now caught in one hell of a jock lock.

I'd never been in one before and I flexed my legs curiously to check just how stuck I was.

The answer was very stuck. There was no way I could get out of this without Marks help, or at least him not stoping me. I got the feeling if I tried anything he'd have more restraints.

Mark came back in the room. I hadn't noticed he'd left but I certainly noticed what he returned with.

A leather belt was in his hands and a devious smile was on his face.

"I'm gonna lay the rules out and if you aren't ok with any of it you tell me ok?" Consent is sexy, Mark is sexy, I am flustered.

"Sounds good to me" I nod.

"Ok so I'm going to ask you the questions on these cute little flash cards, nice handwriting by the way." He's smiling. He has such a cute smile. "Every time you get a question wrong, you get a little smack from my trusty belt on that cute little behind of yours" he looks at me for approval and I nod. "I'll tell you the answer while I do it so you can remember. Anytime you get a question right I'll give you a reward" he winks at me.

"What's the reward?" I ask, blushing and curious.

He hums in though for a moment. "How about I take a pice of clothing off? Would that suffice?"

I nod. "I think that will do nicely" I agree.

"We're set then!" He sits down enthusiastically and smiles at me.

He pulls the first card from the top of the deck.

"What feminist sociologist pioneered intersectional sociology?" He read it like the words were foreign in his mouth and then looked at the back of the card.

"Pft, light weight, thats bell hooks" I say.

"That's correct!" He says happily. "And for your efforts my lady, I shall remove one sock." I guess we're building up to the main event.

He gingerly pulls off a sock and then pucks up another card.

"Fill in the blank, 'capitalism has alienated workers from...'"

Shit, "uhh, each other?" I'm not confident.

"Oo close but no, it alienates workers from their products" he gets up and walks behind me.

"Say it with me now ok?" He raises his arm, belt clenched in hand, and lines it up to hit my ass.

"Capitalism alienates workers from the..." "product" we say the last word in unison and the belt crashes down on me.

I hear the sound but in reality it wasn't too hard. I yipped and felt the cold leather wrap around my exposed as. My legs pull forward and my underwear harder.

I love both sensations and few myself start to get wet. I've found myself in quite the predicament.

Mark returns to his seat and picks up another card.

"How many class sections currently exist, how many were there originally?"

"Right now there are 5, there used to be 3" I tell him confidently.

"That is correct!" He removes his other sick and picks up another card.

"The class system in India Is called what?

"The caste system!" I say quickly.

"That's right too! You're doing really good!" He smiles at me and I feel proud even tho it's only been a few questions.

He takes his sweater off to reveal a tight T-shirt.

"Ok back to it, what was the tearoom trade about?"

"Hmm that would be about the ... behaviour of different groups during tea time?" I'm grasping at straws.

"Wrong!" He gets up behind me again.

"It says here some dude exposed some gay guys and you're supposed to know about the poor ethics of it." His arm swings down again and I'm sure my butt was already red.

I squealed again "ah! Ok, bad ethics!"

"Alright here we go again, 'class movement is-'" he looked to me.

"Very uncommon" I finish.

"Yes good job!" He paused and blushed for a second before reaching his hand up behind his head and pulling his shirt over his head.

I admired his shirtless torso. He was fit but not like muscly, he looked average but healthy. His skin was clear and it looked smooth and soft. I wanted to touch him. Honestly he looked perfect to me. Just right for-

"Earth to Sydney, I'm not that mesmerizing am I?" I snapped out of it and looked up at his face. I blushed deeply but I noticed he was blushing too.

"Sorry I uh, I have no excuse" I laugh a little.

"That's ok I know I'm gorgeous, now, who founded functionalism"

"Oh fuck" I snap my fingers trying to remember. "Starts with a T! Oh it's such a weird name! Fuck I can't pull it back," I say defeated, knowing my fate.

Mark smiles and stands up, grabbing his belt.

"You were right about the t." He raised his arm and swung at my butt.

"Talcott Pearsons" the belt makes contact and the crack follows his words.

My legs jerk again causing the fabric of my underwear to again rub my pussy. I let out a moan of enjoyment and a little pain.

The pain makes me wet too, I hate to admit it but I could get used to it.

"I hate that guy anyway" I say once I've recovered.

"That's ok" he says, grabbing another card. "What is dramaturgy?" He looks confused at the word.

"It's the idea that we are all always performing on a kind of social stage to each other." I say.

"That's right! Would you like to help me with this reward?" He moves closer to me on his knees and I'm about eye level with his crotch. I notice that he's hard. Like, very hard. Fuck.

I must be blushing profusely as I reach up to undo his pants. I brush against his tent teasingly and then fiddle with the button and zipper until he's finally free.

I go to reach out and touch his dock, only his underwear separating us but he moves back.

"Someone's eager!" He teases me. "You need to get another question right before those come off." He stands up and gets fully out of his pants before drawing another card.

"When did the nuclear family come about?"

"The early 1800s." I answer confidently.

"Oof about 100 years too early sid." he smiles and pulls back his hand. He brings his belt down harder this time. It will definitely leave a mark. Maybe he wants to distract me so he can keep his underwear on longer.

I moan again, louder, and smush my face into my pillow. This is just too good. This whole thing is too good.

He picks up another card. "Ah shit you're definitely getting this one. Shits easy. What is the difference between macro and micro sociology?"

I smile because he's right. "Macro sociology looks at larger groups and topics where as micro looks at smaller and shorter interactions between fewer people"

"You did it" he smirked. He stand up and slowly pulls his underwear down.

His hard cock sprung out when he did and god did I want to touch it. It just looked like the perfect size for me.

"You know this really isn't fair" he tells me.

"Oh no" I immediately know. He's going to take my underwear. For equality.

"Just do it" I plead. I'm ready and I'm hoping maybe us both having no underwear could be extra fun.

"Wow, you really are desperate today, adorable." He gets a look on his face. An idea look.

"You're going to suck me off while I take these" he stands with his dick perfectly level with my mouth.

I knew that I could say no but honestly I was just excited to touch his dick.

I opened my mouth and took him in. I hummed around him and bobbed my head to adjust.

I feel him bend forward more and then my legs are unhooked. He start pulling rhythmically on my underwear and I get significant pleasure from the pressure on my pussy while his dick slides in and out of my mouth.

This continues for several minutes. He pumps in and out of my mouth while stretching my panties and I start to feel him tensing more.

He's getting close I can tell.

"Syd you're so fucking hot"

He starts to pull harder and faster on my panties. Just a minute later I feel the sharpness digging into my pussy as he tries to really rip them off.

He's thrusting deep into my mouth at the same time.

Finally one last tug and im feeling the ripped panties slip threw my sensitive crotch.

I moan around his cock and he grabs my head.

"Sidney I'm gonna cum!" he says urgently. "Can it be in your mouth? please I dream of your mouth!"

I hum in agreement around him which happens to send him over the edge.

He thrusts more strongly into my face and then holds my head down. He comes right down my throat and I swallow around him happily.

Im so fucking wet. I'm dripping.

He pulls out and looks down at me sweetly.

"That was awesome!" He said exactly.

"Thank you!" I blush. I move to a sitting position. "I don't know how prepared I am for tomorrow's test but I'm certainly less stressed" I chuckle.

"I'll help you study any time!" He laughs with me.

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Hey! What's y'all's opinion on other kinks/ explicit sex in the story?

I feel like it's the natural progression but I don't want to catch anyone off guard.

Also fun fact all the questions are real sociology year one topics.