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Good Wife University 7 7



When the other women went to their rooms for the night, Tina took
Kim back to the infirmary. "You'd better never let anyone know I
went soft on you or you'll pay," Tina snapped, furrowing her
brow menacingly.

"No, Miz Tina. Never."

"I'm going to leave these off for tonight so you can sleep and
hopefully heal up a little but don't try anything. One more slip
up and you'll really be in hell."

"Yes, Miz Tina. I'll be good."

"Let's see if we can't..." And she could and did, dabbing
cortisone cream on all the little puncture wounds to help with
the itching. Kim felt like she had died and gone to heaven when
Tina removed the high heeled boots and massaged her poor bruised
soles with cool lotion. Before long, Tina gently laid Kim's foot
down before the massage was finished and pulled a sheet and
blanket over the sleeping woman.

-*-

"There's no way we can finish these tonight even if we stay up
half the night," Debbie complained, throwing down the essay test
in disgust.

"They did it on purpose," Kaitlyn whimpered. "So they'll have an
excuse to spank all of us tomorrow."

"It sure looks that way," Darlene agreed, smiling knowingly. "But
if an old woman like me can endure it, you'll survive too."

"I don't want to be spanked."

"Neither did I. Oh, well. I'm going to sleep."

"Well I'm going to finish this if it takes all night," Kaitlyn
told the others.

-*-

"Feel any better?" Tina asked.

"Yes, Miz Tina. Much better. May I use the bathroom?"

"Nope, not today. March out and wait while I wake everybody
else," Tina told Kim.

Kim did as she was told, feeling much better although very sore
from the unaccustomed exercise of the previous day. She also
noted that the bar locked between her ankles was shorter than the
one she endured yesterday. She didn't realize it, but Tina also
switched the boots to half a size larger to go over the cushioned
anklet she was given and that the heels were almost an inch
shorter so her calves wouldn't cramp. Kim just thought that she
was getting used to the bondage gear.

Uncomfortable primarily from her full bladder, Kim had to wait in
the hall while Tina rousted the others. They appeared one by
one, groaning, walking in the freshman position to stand with
their butt cheeks touching the cool wall. Darlene had slept like
a baby but Kaitlyn had fallen asleep at her desk and Debbie fell
asleep on the sectional so both were extra stiff.

Like the first day, Tina kept them in the hall until they were
all sure that their bladders were going to burst before herding
them into the big open shower room. Once they were lined up four
to a side, Tina asked, "You, Darlene, PC muscle super numerator.
What exercise did you learn to improve the strength and control
over your PC muscles that we might practice here?"

"Miz Tina," Darlene began, expecting the question, "One Kegal
exercise is to interrupt one's urine stream by contracting the
PC muscles."

"And the more times you stop the urine, the better. So who wants
to be first?" One by one, Tina made the women squat and urinate
in short squirts rather than a long satisfying stream. Only a
few of them managed to stop their urine until their bladders were
nearly empty. Tina noted in her book how many squirts they
managed, berating those who let out long squirts instead of short
squirts.

Yesterday's early morning routine was then repeated. They
finished using the bathroom and then cleaned it, made the beds
for all of the other women in the building, and did some sweeping
and dusting. They had another great breakfast in the dining hall
served by the sophomores who, that day, dressed in latex micro-
skirts and tube tops.

And then they got dressed in high heeled boots and coveralls. It
felt strange to wear clothes at all but going from nude to denim
coveralls was almost torture over their sore muscles, sensitive
nipples, and unprotected pussies. The crotch seams did terrible
things to sensitive private parts as they were all led outside.

"Fix that flat," Tina ordered, pointing to Jennifer and then to a
minivan with a flat tire. "You have half an hour." She continued
around the building. There were various passenger vehicles all
around with one tire flat, eight in all, one for each of the
freshmen.

The older women figured out what needed to be done but only
Darlene managed to get the tire changed in the allotted thirty
minutes. The youngest barely knew how to get started and either
failed to even get the car jacked up or they were stopped by Tina
for "safety violations" such as not checking to be sure the
parking brake was set.

Just before lunch, they assembled in a classroom and viewed pairs
of 35 mm slides projected on the wall. They had to decide which,
in their opinion, was sexier, the left or the right, and which
they thought men thought was sexier. They were warned that they
had to make those choices for every pair. In many cases, it was
difficult:

1. Woman in torn t-shirt vs Woman in garter belt & hose
2. Man in boxers vs Man in leather cup
3. Woman tied up clothed vs Woman nude with legs spread
4. Fat woman nude vs Little girl in devil Halloween
costume
5. Woman in cutoff shorts vs Same woman in skin tight
& tight t-shirt formal
6. Two nude women kissing vs Two nude men kissing
7. Two nude women kissing vs A man & woman kissing
8. A barefoot topless vs A bikini clad model wearing
38 DD model high heels
9. Woman in wet t-shirt vs Same woman nude
10. Woman receiving oral vs Woman receiving oral sex
sex from a man from a woman
11. Man receiving oral ...

Some of the pairs of slides were gross. Dogs fucking versus a
large dog copulating with a woman. And even though the second
photo offended every one of them, they all agreed that it was
sexier than just two dogs and were sure that men felt the same.
Just about every sexual activity possible was shown, including
oral, anal, and conventional sexual activity but most of the
photos showed models in at least some clothing. They recognized
a few of the staff members in the photos, especially Clarice with
her husband's arm buried wrist deep inside her vagina.

In spite of the disgusting nature of some of the photos, every
woman in the room found herself salivating as the smell of fresh
break baking wafted into the classroom from the kitchen below.
All their stomachs were growling as the test ended and they were
herded to the dining room in freshman position.

After lunch, the freshmen were tested on their knowledge of diet
and health. In the middle of the afternoon, they went to the gym
for their first workout.

Chris, who the married women had met at the party last Sunday
night, led them through a very simple step routine. "You don't
need music or fancy moves or hops or jumps or anything else," she
lectured as they worked out. "Just movement, constant movement
for at least twenty minutes. I see you're getting out of breath,
Laura. Slow down. Half time it. Tina, will you help? While we do
one-two-three-four, you just go one-and a two-and so you step
half as often. There you go. It's more important that you keep
going. You start off burning glycogen, the sugar your body has
stored in muscles and your bloodstream. You've got to burn it up
before you start burning fat and we're entering the fat burning
zone now. So get your arms up, straight up every time your right
foot..."

Laura was sure she was going to die. She was still sore from the
previous day's exertion, so sore that her legs sometimes felt
wobbly as she walked around earlier in the day. It was far worse
when they started stepping up and down on the plastic platforms.
At least it was until the blood was flowing through the sore
muscles, pumping away the wastes that made her sore. It was
humiliating to be the first to slow to half time but she was soon
joined by several others including Darlene.

When they were all exhausted, they were herded into the gyms'
shower room for a quick shower. Then they walked single file
into the old convent where tiny cells lined a basement wall,
barely eight feet long and five feet wide. Inside each cell was
a massage table, a small table with lotions and oils, and one of
the juniors or seniors.

Laura walked through the door to which Tina pointed and was met
Bern, a senior. "Lay down on the table on your belly," Bern
instructed. "And I'll tell you what's going on. First, you can't
say anything while we're in here. Period. And you can't resist
anything that I do."

As Bern poured icy oil onto Laura's back so she sucked in air in
a loud hiss, Bern continued, "This is both a test and therapudic.
Massage therapy will help get rid of your soreness a little
quicker. It's also designed to make you more responsive to touch
and to be a little erotic. So just lay there and enjoy."

Bern's technique was good, sometimes rubbing, sometimed pounding,
sometimes chopping at sore muscles with the knife edges of her
hands. Laura felt her muscles relax under Bern's expert
ministrations and the relaxation continued to deepen until she
felt like she was floating.

Smack-smack! Bern laids stinging slaps across Laura's butt
cheeks. It hurt and Laura wanted to object but it didn't hurt
nearly as much as the spanking with the paddle after dinner so
she remained silent and endured it. And when Bern moved down to
firmly massage her feet, the stinging hurt became an erotic
tingle and Bern then enhanced by sliding her oily fingers deep up
Laura's butt crack, giving a gentle probe to her anal bud.

Then Laura was told to roll over onto her back. It felt odd, her
oily back sliding on the smooth plastic of the massage table. She
prayed silently for something to cover herself with, even a face
cloth, but of course, that wasn't allowed. So the massage
continued with her legs straight and her hands under her head and
it was heavenly until...

Bern gabbed continuously and was still talking when her hand
cupped between Laura's legs. "Open up. Pull your knees up and
spread 'em," Bern snickered. "You exercised this, too, so I have
to massage you there, too." It took a supreme effort for Laura
to keep her knees apart and allow the intimate contact as Bern
dipped her fingers in a jar of cool cream and applied it to the
inside of Laura's vagina. "Squeeze my fingers. You call that a
squeeze? Again. Good, now..."

Next door, Wendy was also spreading her knees for Mary Jo, a
junior who was practicing her massage technique as well as acting
as an instructor. "I heard that you have sexual feelings for
women so you ought to enjoy this," Mary Jo told her. "And so
will I."

Two fingers coated with the cool vaginal cream entered Wendy's
pussy and began a sensuous internal massage, sliding out to
gently but firmly pinch her labia and slide up and down, the
sides and tips of Bern's fingers just grazing Wendy's erect
clitoris. Wendy bucked on the table at even the slightest touch.

"What you need to realize, and our professors will emphasize this
again and again, is that it's all in your head. With a little
training, any man could do exactly what I'm doing and do it just
as gently and effectively and sensuously and erotically and
you're getting pretty turned on, aren't you?"

"Oh, gawd, yes!"

"Pull your knees all the way up to your titties," Mary Jo
chuckled. "I have to spank you because remember that I told you
you couldn't talk at all and you said three words because I'm
counting the 'oh', so you're going to get thirty smacks but since
I'm using my bare hand, it won't hurt much because I don't want
to hurt my hand. Good, now get ready."

Wendy was whimpering, frightened of receiving a spanking, even a
bare handed one, and aroused by the massage of her private parts
and embarrassed by her position and nudity. Mary Jo made it
worse by continuing to massage her exposed private parts with her
left hand while she landed the first stinging slap on Wendy's
left butt cheek and quickly landed the second on the right.

"Don't move," Mary Jo ordered after administering the thirtieth
slap. The senior sat up on the table with her thigh under
Wendy's lower back and used both her hands to massage Wendy's
labia and the opening to her vagina and her erect, ultra-
sensitive clitoris until the younger girl was bucking and
withering, desparately trying to remain silent as all of her
body's muscles tightened until the tension was unbearable and so
were the feeling. And then she lost all control, bucking her
hips and kicking out her legs so she nearly knocked Mary Jo off
the table.

"Come here," Mary Jo ordered, taking Wendy's hands and pulling
her up to a sitting position so they could hug. Wendy clung to
Mary Jo, hugging her tightly, whimpering softly against the
senior's shoulder.

"If that was your first big O, thanks for letting me do it," Mary
Jo said softly into Wendy's ear. "And even if it wasn't your
first, it was hot. I don't know what you were thinking about but
it doesn't matter. They'll explain their theories later. I
always imagine it's Brad Pitt touching me like that. I guess I'm
a little homophobic because when I think about a woman touching
me like that, I get all tense and can't cum very easily but then
Brad pops into my mind and POW!"

"Now lay down so I can finish. In just over five weeks, I'll
graduate as an official good wife and I'm still scared because
the real test will be when I'm back with Ben. But I think we're
going to make it. What scares me the most is me. I know, well,
he rents these sex videos and they always have lesbian scenes and
he told me he'd like to watch me one time, at least, and I don't
know if I want to do it."

Mary Jo's massage was more gentle now, more loving, like they
were sisters comforting each other. Next door, Laura's mind was
screaming, 'No! I can _NOT_ have an orgasm from... Oh, but I
need to. I'm... Damn, I'm horny. She's good. Oh, geez!'

"You shouldn't be afraid of cuming," Bern told Laura with an evil
snicker. "I'm gonna get you whether you like it or not, sooner
or later. Our mum's, that's how I think of Clarice and Peggy and
even Lucy to some extent, they'll tell you that making you have
sex with other women will make you even more responsive to a man.
Imagine your husband trained to do this, that it's his fingers
doing this..."

William? Touch me like... Oh, geez! William, who has barely
touched me in.. How long? Who doesn't seem interested in sex at
all any more except for his Penthouse maga... Bill, touching. Ah,
he used to.. Necking in the old Studebaker, their... Ah!

Skill and skillful mental diversion were the winning combination
for Bern as Laura lost it, every ounce of control was gone as her
body betrayed her, exploding in ecstasy under the touch of
another woman.

Beth pulled Laura up into a bear hug and pecked little kisses on
her forehead as they embraced. "Thinking about your hubby got
you off," Beth told her. "You still love him, don't you."

"Yes."

"That'll be ten on the bare bunz," Beth laughed softly. "Just
before we finish so everybody can see you nice rosy cheeks."

And when she left Beth behind in the little cell where a nun once
lived, she discovered that all the freshmen had rosy bottoms.
Some even had distinctive pink palm prints. She wondered if all
of them had been brought to orgasm.

Back in her room, Maria was in tears, sure that she was a lesbian
because she had never before had an orgasm except with a vibrator
in the privacy of her room while she fantasized about making love
to a man. She shrank away from Wendy when Wendy offered a hug
and sympathy.

Debbie, however, delighted in teasing the other young women in
the dorm room for unmarried freshmen. The teasing was her
personal defense mechanism against the same feelings that the
others were experiencing.

In the other room, the married women spoke freely about their
feelings. "I just couldn't believe what that woman did to me,"
Laura admitted, still a little embarrassed but needing to talk to
help sort out her feelings.

"That minx that did me had me going from the time I rolled over
and she got at my nipples. My boobs are wired directly to my
crotch and I was ready to cum before she even touched me between
my legs and when she did, it was all over until the next time."

"You came more than once?" Kaitlyn asked, surprised.

"I lost count," Darlene blushed. "I guess I'm multiorgasmic.
Well, actually I know I am but I was never... My husband doesn't
know. He thinks it's all over when I pop."

"With guys, it is," the young wife sighed. "Bruce gets me hot
and then he gets off and that's it. That was my first."

"You're kidding!" Kim gasped, allowed to spend the night in the
dorm room rather than the infirmary exam room. The bar between
her boots had been replaced by a chain that was much more
comfortable to walk in. "You mean you've never had an orgasm
with your husband?"

"We just married because I got knocked up," Kaitlyn snapped.

"But why did you let him in your pants? Love?" Kim challenged.

"I thought!"

"So you didn't do it for sex, you did it for love but you equated
love with sex, is that it?"

"Huh? Well, I loved him and he wanted sex and he said that if I
loved him I'd have sex with him so I did and I got knocked up."

"Didn't you do any necking and petting and stuff?" Laura asked.

"You mean like kissing a lot? Sure, but that's not sex."

"But it's sexy. Kissing turns me on."

"Me, too."

They talked well into the night, realizing as they went to sleep
that they'd all have to endure spankings the next day for not
completeing the essay tests that they were given after the
dinnertime spankings ended.

End of Story