None of the tutors were particularly amused when Charles told them both Julie's and Catherine's expulsions would not now be going ahead.
The following lunchtime, however, Charles was surprised by a knock on his door. Charlotte Franks, the tutor who had protested most loudly the previous evening about Julie staying in college, appeared. She was a good-looking woman in her early thirties, her long brown hair falling loosely down her back and dressed in an ankle length skirt and blouse.
'What have you done with Julie?' She was looking at Charles with an expression which was somewhere between amazement and delight. 'She's a completely changed character this morning -- from being the most unresponsive, troublesome and disruptive student in the college I've suddenly got someone showing at least a modicum of interest in the topic and actually engaging and answering questions in tutorials!'
'Ah...' Charles understood why she'd come. He motioned out of the window, pointing towards one of the cherry trees in the college garden.
'Do you see that cherry tree?' It had been pruned back quite sharply, and was now a well-defined structure of bare branches compared to its neighbours, which still had a mess of branches and foliage -- the gardeners were just moving their ladder over to start on the next tree.
Charlotte moved over to the window, and Charles went and stood next to her, closing the door quietly as he passed.
'A bit of discipline and structure, thoughtfully and firmly applied, can seem a bit harsh, but reaps rewards -- sometimes sooner than you think.'
'I'm not entirely sure I understand your metaphor,' Charlotte said, 'but whatever you did I came to say thank you, and I'm sorry I yelled at you when you told me she'd be coming back to my classes last night.'
'My pleasure,' Charles smiled.
'You must show me how you do it sometime.' Even as she said the words, Charlotte saw Charles' smile broaden and the glint in his eyes, and realised she might have made a mistake.
'I'm glad you said that,' he said, moving over to the drawer where he kept his bondage equipment.
'Take off your clothes.' He picked up one of his paddles, and placed it on the desk.
Charlotte looked shocked and stared back into Charles' eyes, but her hands moved upwards and slowly started to undo the buttons of her blouse.
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Julie arrived at his office ten minutes earlier than the 6pm time Charles had given her. He made her wait while he closed down his laptop and tidied the desk; he could still taste Charlotte's pussy on his tongue, and he glanced with some pleasure at the indentations on the leather sofa where he'd fucked her from behind after giving her a good spanking. Charlotte's breasts had been particularly enjoyable and responsive, and Charles could still recall the impressions her firm nipples had made against his palms as he gripped them.
But the weekend was going to be about Julie, and as the college clock chimed six, Charles shifted his attention to her.
She was quite subdued as he loaded their cases into his Tesla and they headed off through the college gates. Charles wondered if she might possibly be having second thoughts about heading off to an unknown destination with a man twice her age who she hardly knew. He broke the silence by telling her a bit about where they were going.
"My house is just over an hour away, so we'll be there just after 7, with a bit of luck. I've asked Mrs Faraday, my housekeeper, to have dinner ready for 8 o'clock.'
Julie looked a bit more interested and glanced over at him.
'You have a housekeeper?'
'Oh yes - a housekeeper plus her husband, who does the garden and odd jobs. They live in a cottage in the grounds and look after the place for me when I'm away, which is quite a lot, as well as cooking and cleaning when I'm at home. Their daughter lives in the village and sometimes works for me as a maid or waitress, if I have a house party at the weekends.'
'It's a small manor house and farm I bought ten years ago after I sold my first company. A bit excessive, really, given that I'm not married and have no children, but I like the country lifestyle and it gives me the flexibility to entertain with enough land to be private and support a small staff so it feels alive, which I like.
'I've asked Mrs Faraday to prepare the best guest room for you, and you can come and go and explore as you please. I've nothing on this weekend, so if you like I can take you on a tour of the local attractions tomorrow -- or we can just chill, or you can do your own thing -- I don't want you to feel you have to have me on top of you all the time.'
'I'd rather assumed that being on top of me all the time was entirely your plan!' Julie looked at him mischievously and Charles laughed, but he could feel her relax too.
'No -- I get all the sex I want during the week here. I like to be celibate at the weekend.' He was deadpan, and for a moment Julie took him seriously.
'..really...?' the disappointment in her voice was obvious, and Charles laughed again.
'You shouldn't always believe everything I say.' He smiled, and they both knew then that they would spend quite a lot of the next couple of days in bed together, and they would both do so with a very willing partner.
'Although I should warn you that I may be a little tired this evening. I had an unexpected and quite energetic session this afternoon with one of your tutors, Charlotte Franks.'
'Oh really!' Julie laughed this time and looked over at Charles with her eyes sparkling. 'Tell me more. Was she very noisy?'
Charles smiled, recalling Charlotte's yelp when he first brought the paddle down sharply on her naked bum. He'd spanked her over his knee, enjoying the weight of her naked body on his legs and toying with her tits and hair with one hand as he beat her with the other.
'She was louder than you, but nowhere near as noisy as Catherine. I actually think she quite enjoyed being spanked, and when I fucked her she started to make little squeaking sounds, like an animal.'
Julie laughed again. "We call her the Mouse,' she said. 'She makes that kind of noise when she laughs too. Do you tell everyone about your sexual conquests in this kind of detail?'
'Absolutely not.' Charles did actually mean this, and was wondering himself why he was being quite so open with Julie. 'I think you're a special case, but I'm not sure why yet.'
Julie was silent and serious for a few moments, but then she glanced sideways at Charles and smiled: 'Oh. In that case, you'd better go on. Tell me more.....was she a good kisser?!'
'I don't think I actually kissed her -- at least not on her mouth....'
By the time Charles had finished describing his experience with Charlotte the car was turning into the long drive leading to Charles' manor house, which was set back about half a mile from the country lane they'd just left, and shielded from curious eyes by a thick belt of woodland. This gave way to a few fields, mostly populated with relaxed-looking sheep and occasional oak trees, before they came to the house itself: a classic English manor of about 1800, set back behind a circular drive. It was beginning to go dark, but Julie could make out a series of outbuildings and barns to one side and a cottage, which she guessed must be the Faradays lived.
Charles swept around the drive and brought the Tesla to a halt by the front door. Recounting his exploits with Charlotte to Julie had caused his cock to harden in his pants, slightly to his surprise and he paused for a moment before reaching for the switch to open the doors.
'So here we are.'
He didn't wait for Julie to answer, climbing out of the car and opening the boot to pull out their cases as Julie exited from her side. The front door of the house opened and a small, smiling and rotund woman of about 50 appeared.
'Good evening Mr Trent. And welcome Julie. Mr Trent told me you'd be joining us this weekend, and I've prepared the guest room for you.'
'Thank you Mrs. Faraday. Perhaps you can show Julie to her room, and then supper will be at 8 I think?'