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Good Wife University 4-7

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Jennifer peered over Wendy's head. Her eyes bugged out when she saw the tiny EurAsian woman alternately shuffling each foot forward a few inches at a time. The short bar padlocked between the boots on her feet effectively hobbled her. Worse, Tina's whole body was covered with red bumps. Just looking at her made Jennifer's skin itch, adding to the discomfort of a full bladder.

When Kim got close, Jennifer saw the welt on her bottom left by Gwen's switch.

'Hurry up!' Jennifer mentally demanded. It was pure torture to stand with her feet apart. She wanted, no, needed to press her thighs together to relieve the discomfort caused by holding the urine in her distended bladder. She moved each foot in a bit, pointed her toes in, and drew her knees together. The position was terribly awkward but it helped her sphincter sqeeze her little pee hole closed.

Katy was brave enough to beg, "Please, Miz Tina. May I use the bathroom?"

"I thought I told you that you could only say 'Yes, Miz Tina' or 'No, Miz Tina' until given permission to to speak," Tina roared, facing the young girl and standing nose to nose. "Were you given permission to speak?"

"No, Miz Tina," Katy whimpered, squeezing her thighs together desperately.

"That's two demerits for speaking without permission," Tina told her, taking a notepad and pencil from her breast pocket. "And another for not standing with your feet shoulder width apart. And I'm sure that you answered 'Yes, Miz Tina' when I told you that, didn't you?"

"Yes, Miz Tina."

"So you lied to me," Tina said matter of factly. "And the penalty for lieing is a spanking. When was the last time you were spanked? Or have you ever been spanked?"

Muscles screamed in Jennifer's legs now as she made sure her feet were spread enough while still squeezing in with her thighs and butt.

As the interrogation continued, Kim mentally thanked Tina for letting her use the toilet in the infirmary. With her legs forced wide apart, she knew that she would never have been able to control her bladder. She saw that most of the other women were having difficulty, too, bringing their legs closer together and tensing their bodies to hold it in.

"We will delay your spanking for a little while," Tina told Katy.

"Now take my key and release that future good wife from her shackles so that the leather isn't ruined by the water. Go on."

"Yes, Miz Tina," Katy answered, terrified. She took the key and knelt, squeezing her legs together, finding it easier to contract her bladder sphincter muscle and prevent peeing herself.

"You're a big strong looking young woman," Tina snarled, invading Jennifer's personal space to stand so close that her epelets actually grazed the girl's erect nipples. "Think you can take me?"

"No, Miz Tina," Jennifer whimpered, terrified by the woman standing so close.

"Don't try," Tina smiled. "Do you need to urinate?"

"Yes, Miz Tina."

"Go to the shower. Remain in position and wait for me."

"Yes, Miz Tina."

Turning to Katy and Kim, she ordered, "You two, as well."

Both crisply answered, "Yes, Miz Tina."

A minute later, Tina had all eight women lined up in the shower room facing each other. Almost all of them had earned demerits by the time they made it to the shower room. Most were straining to hold back their urine, a couple with tears in their eyes.

The shower room was just a big open room with tiled walls and floor. There were two shower heads on each of three walls, the open doorway in the fourth wall. "You all said that you felt the need to urinate. Go ahead," Tina said with a wicked grin.

"Yes, Miz Tina," Katy sighed, releasing a splattering stream onto the tiles. Most of the other women followed her lead and even Kim managed a trickle. Poor Laura, though, couldn't make her sphincter muscle relax. She was lambasted by Tina for several minutes and made to assume a humiliating squat until she finally peed on the shower room floor.

"If anyone needs to defecate, you do that in the toilet unless you really make a rectal orifice of yourself. Do it before you shower. Oh, and one more thing," Tina told them as if it were an afterthought. "Freshmen don't get to touch their own bodies.

Unless you're given specific permission to touch yourself, you'll have to ask a classmate to even scratch an itch. So you'll have to wash each other. Don't let me see you touch yourselves or you will be cuffed and whipped, got it?"

"Yes, Miz Tina," they answered together.

"And make sure you clean all bodily orifices well," Tina cautioned. "If I detect any odor at all from a gluteal crease or around someone's vulva, you will all be punished. That includes soap odor so make sure you rinse well, too. Now, you have my permission to talk while you shower."

Even though they had permission to speak, hardly a word was spoken as they lathered each others' bodies. Tina caught several touching themselves. Soon they were giving cautious suggestions like, "I still have soap under my chin" and, "I don't think I got your butt crack rinsed good enough."

The hot shower felt heavenly and, in spite of themselves, the unaccustomed sensation of another woman's touch felt good. Some of the women felt aroused. All felt embarrassed. The humilitation got worse for a few moments as they were all ordered to bend at the waist and use their hands to hold their butt cheeks open while Tina walked down the row and sniffed their bottoms, pronouncing them sufficiently clean.

A pair of twenty-something woman in revealing maid uniforms, really just corsets with an apron front and white high heels, pushed in a laundry cart full of towels. The small, white institutional towels were much too small to wrap around even the smallest body. But the towels were warm as if they just came from the dryer and, remembering Tina's dictates, they all dried each other.

Eight sinks lined the wall and a kit was placed at each sink.

They were allowed to use tooth and hair brushes provided their hands didn't touch their own bodies.

For an hour, they worked under Tina's strict supervision, cleaning the bathroom, making their beds and the beds in five other rooms similar to theirs with notable differences. The other rooms showed personal touches like photographs, flowers, and drawings, plus some diversions like stereo headphones and books.

As she agreed, Kim let Katy replace the boots and cuffs but Tina commanded that the cuffs be in front so Kim could help with chores. Then they marched to the 'mess hall', as Tina called the pleasant dining room. There were plastic checked table clothes and fresh flowers on each table for four.

More than a dozen women were already there, eating breakfast or cooking and serving. Tina pointed to each of the freshmen and then to a chair starting with Kim. Kim set a perfect example, standing behind the chair with her hands behind her neck. The others realized that, had they been first, they might have sat down and ended up with more demerits or even more punishment.

"Take your seats," Tina commanded. The freshmen carefully sat down, fearing that they might be violating some unspoken rule for which they would be punished. "At ease," Tina ordered in military fashing. "This is as close to a break as you're going to get for the next couple of days. And now I give you your first instructor, Miz Clarice."

The older woman stepped forward wearing bright yellow terry coverall shorts and matching yellow 'jelly shoes' with inch and a half heels. She looked completely different from the slut that half of them saw the night before.

"Good morning, future good wives," Clarice smiled at the group.

"I hope you'll enjoy your stay here but I'm afraid we have some strict rules about discipline. Anyone on the staff and any upper classman can enforce the rules at any time so be on your best behavior, OK?"

"So let me introduce you to the upper classmen. First, your cooks and servers today are sophomores, Cindy, Debbie, Alicia, and Terry. Your cooks are..."

Laura hardly heard what Clarice was saying. She was busy looking around the room. The sophomore women were wearing identical outfits that consisted of white corsets with an attached apron that hung down in front to just barely cover their pussies but left their bottoms completely exposed. Garters held up white nylons and all of the women wore white high heeled pumps. All of them had their hair up in a pony tail although a couple barely had enough hair to get a white scunchy around. The women's ages varied from late teens to over forty. All eight were attractive but very different in body type.

There were only four juniors, looking out of place eating breakfast while dressed in outrageously sexy lingerie. They each waved when Clarice mentioned their name. Unlike the others, all appeared to be in their twenties and all of them were slender.

Eight seniors were then introduced. Again, they were all different and they dressed differently. One, named Liz, was obviously pregnant, about six months Laura guessed. Some of them wore robes. One, Jessica, was nude except for a belly chain and ankle chain. Toni and Kimberly looked like teenagers.

"Which brings us back to all of you. Do you know each other's names yet? Kim, can you name all your classmates?"

"No, mam, Miz Clarice," Kim answered.

"Well, it's time you all met each other. I want each of you to introduce yourself. Stand up and give your name, your age, your marital status,..."

The list was long. Fortunately, Clarice uncovered a big poster for the women to refer to, listing each item of personal information the women were to give including some very embarrassing ones.

"... Ah, OK. I don't like oral sex. I've never let a man cum in my mouth so I guess I have to say that I don't swallow and I've never had anal sex. The last time I played with myself was last Friday."

The pancakes were scrumptous and the women enjoyed their breakfasts when they weren't introducing themselves. Laura suprised everyone when she said that she always swallowed, never masturbated and had tried anal sex but her husband couldn't get it in. Wendy was last and confessed a total ignorance regarding sex, never having had a sexual relationship and never even masturbating to orgasm.

"Thank you, future good wives," Clarice smiled. "You're free to talk among yourselves while you finish breakfast and enjoy a cup of coffee or whatever beverage you prefer. Enjoy the service because you'll soon be doing the serving."

"How did you get yourself, you know," Katy asked Kim as soon as she had permission to speak.

"I tried to run away and ran into a bunch of sticker bushes. Now I have to wear this stuff for three whole days according to Miz Hitler."

"She is a bitch, isn't she?" Jennifer whispered.

"Just doing her job, I guess," Kim shrugged, defending the woman who showed her some compassion.

"I can't believe she made us pee in the shower and then clean it up with Chlorox even though the shower ran for like forever."

"I was almost like Laura. I didn't think I could do it but I had to go so bad."

"Yeah, like I didn't think I could hold it even as long as I did and I know I leaked a tiddle."

"So, Wendy, did it turn you on to touch another woman?"

"Yes, and it turned me on even more to do the touching," she countered teasingly, letting everyone guess her true feelings.

"Oh, horrors! A lesbian touched my naked body," Maria gasped in mock horror, making everyone laugh softly.

"So, which one of you is gay?" Cindi, their sophomore server asked, looking totally smashing in the white outfit against her coffee colored skin.

"Wendy thinks she is but she's not sure because she's never had sex," Maria chimed in. "But she says she has sexual feelings for women so I guess that makes her queer."

"You'll learn," Cindi chuckled. "I'm universally sexual which, to me, means that I just like sex whether it's with a man, a woman, a rubber dildo, or a plastic vibrator or even my trusty fingers.

Don't go into this with any preconceived notions. They love to blow them up. But, OK. I guess, well, Wendy, have you ever French kissed?"

"No," she croaked out, embarrassed.

"May I please be the first woman to French kiss you?"

"I..." Poor Wendy looked terrified.

"Come on. Get up and put your arms around me. That's it. Now close your eyes and just feel." Cindy pecked around Wendy's face for a few moments and licked teasingly at her lips. "If you get any more tense, you're going to explode, girl," Cindy laughed.

"So loosen up. This is easy and fun. Now," and without any further delay, Cindy pressed her mouth to Wendy's, prying with her tongue until Wendy compliantly opened her mouth and felt the black girl's tongue invade her mouth.

At first, Wendy was afraid to pull back. Then she didn't want to pull back any more and held Cindy tightly to her, tentatively extending her own tongue to carress Cindy's. A minute later, Wendy was greedily twisting her head and pressing her lips harder, trying to deepen the kiss.

"Getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren't we, Cindy?" Clarice asked softly. Wendy jumped back, suddenly aware of what she was doing and where and that everyone was watching and that she was terrified.

"She'd never French kissed before and I wanted to be her first,"

Cindy said proudly. "She's a quick study."

"I noticed," Clarice smiled. "Enjoy it, Wendy?"

"Yes, mam, Miz Clarice," she stammered.

"Try it with a man the next chance you get," Clarice recommended.

"I suspect that you'll like that, too. OK, ladies. It's time to start the main part of the day. So first, rules."

Clarice recited a long list of rules, handing each table a pile of four folders that contained the complete list. There was also a schedule for their freshman semester, complete with a reading list, assignments, and standards. They had just opened their folders when Tina ordered, "Freshmen, stand! Leave the folders on the table. You can get them later. Position."

All eight women snapped their hands behind their necks, lacing their fingers and awaiting their next order which came quickly.

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