Nellie exhaled, her spine arching, the tail twitching with her hips' subtle shift.
The bead flickered, then glowed faintly, its light dancing across her stockings.
"Steady," Lor whispered, his hand firm on her back. Her breathing deepened, her thick thighs tightening, her big ass shifting against the carpet.
The glow steadied, holding for seconds, then longer, its warmth spreading through her palms.
Nellie gasped, eyes snapping open, glasses fogging completely.
"I held it, ow!" Her voice trembled with awe. "I've never... held a spell that long, ow!"
"Again," Lor said, his grin subtle but proud, his hand lingering on her back.
She repeated the exercise, the bead glowing brighter each ti, her posture relaxing, her confidence growing.
After fifteen minutes, she was steady, the sha in her breath replaced by quiet determination.
Her bell chid softly with each exhale, her tail swaying gently, the plug's glint a constant tease.
Lor nodded, satisfied, and set the bead aside.
He stood, his black hair falling over his hazel eyes, his grin subtle but pleased. "You're getting it, Nellie. Now, let's do math."
Nellie's face fell, her glasses slipping further, her thick thighs shifting nervously, the tail plug making her wince as she adjusted her posture.
"Math's so hard, ow," she mumbled, her braids quivering. "Even 23 14 is impossible, ow. I always ss it up, ow."
Lor's grin widened, his hazel eyes glinting with confidence.
He pulled a notebook and a quill from his bag, setting them on the oak table with a soft thud.
"Not today. The Guiding Light's with you, and we're keeping it simple." He gestured for her to stand, his voice warm but firm.
"Up."
Nellie rose, her stockings shimring, her big ass swaying as she moved, the bell chiming with each step.
Her skirt rode up slightly, flashing her thick thighs, and she tugged it down nervously, her gray eyes darting to the floor.
Lor stepped closer, his presence steady, his hand hovering near her elbow without touching, mindful of her jitters.
"Math's just adding or taking away," he said, his voice low, almost teasing. "You're not bad at it—you're just scared. Let's break it down."
He scribbled a problem in the notebook, 23 14.
Nellie leaned over the table, her ash-burned braids brushing her shoulders, her big ass pushing against the velvet, the tail flicking gently.
Lor stood beside her, his shoulder inches from hers, catching the faint lavender scent of her perfu and the soft chi of her bell.
"Numbers like these feel huge here, but they're not. Use your fingers. Show 23."
Nellie raised her small hands, counting aloud, "10... 20... 21... 22... 23, ow," her fingers trembling, her bell chiming with each number.
Her thick thighs shifted, her skirt creeping up, and she tugged it down again, her gray eyes flicking to Lor, nervous but eager.
"Good," he said, nodding, his voice encouraging. "Now add 14. Count 10 more, then 4."
She extended her fingers, her glasses fogging slightly, her voice hesitant. "10 is... 33, ow. Then 4 more... 34, 35, 36, 37, ow?" Her gray eyes t his, hopeful, her bell chiming softly.
"Spot on," Lor said, his grin spreading. He handed her the quill, gesturing to the notebook. "Write 37 big." Nellie scribbled, giggling, the bell jingling as she held up the paper, her big ass swaying, her stockings catching the light.
"You nailed it," he said, his hazel eyes warm, stepping back to give her space, savoring her nervous excitent.
"Let's try subtraction, 35 - 12." Nellie's smile wavered, her braids quivering. "That's so tough, ow," she mumbled, her thick thighs pressing together, the tail flicking.
Lor knelt beside her, his face level with hers, his hazel eyes locking onto her gray ones.
"It's like giving away coins. You have 35, give 12. Count backward: take 10 first."
Nellie nodded, her bell chiming, and counted on her fingers, "35... 34... down to 25, ow. Then 2 more... 24... 23, ow!" She leaned over the table, scribbling the answer, her big ass pushing against the skirt, the bell jingling with her quick movents.
Her ash-burned hair swayed, catching the light like smoldering embers.
"Perfect," Lor said, his grin proud. He pulled a small candy from his bag, tossing it to her.
"Reward." Nellie caught it, giggling, "Yum, ow!" her cheeks pink, the bell chiming as she popped it in her mouth, her thick thighs shifting.
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