Chapter Thirty-three -- Senior Studies
After the Friday afternoon orgy, Darlene and Dwayne headed for home. The seniors
and the married couples left for a weekend break. Dan picked up Debbie, too.
They had wedding plans to finish and, although Debbie had cut him off from
vaginal intercourse, he was continuously amazed at how many ways his fiancee
could find to make him come orally, anally, and manually.
Kim, Wendy, Maria, and Jennifer were free to come and go. They even had access
to cars if they wanted. But they all chose rest. Kim asked about using the cabin
by the lake. And since no one else was using it, they packed up and rode
bicycles down there.
"Still afraid you're gay?" Jennifer asked Wendy.
"I'm tired of people asking," Wendy grumbled.
"Does that mean you do or don't want gay sex this weekend?" the tall girl asked.
"I'm sorry," Wendy sighed. "I shouldn't get like this. I really need this break.
Remember the chart in our first week? The one where there was a graph of gayness
or hetero'ness? Well, I'm on the gay side but I don't think I will ever feel
complete without a man. Actually, I mean a husband. I want a family and kids and
a house in the suburbs with a lawn and a fenced back yard for the dog. I keep
thinking that I'll be lucky if I can find a guy who'll want me, with there being
so many more women then men."
"I'm kind of in the middle," Jennifer told Wendy as they lay in the sun just
above the lake. "Remember our lab tests? I'm supposed to be 'highly sexed' and I
guess I am. I don't care if it's a man or a woman, or preferably one or two of
each, I just like getting off. I don't know where I'll ever find a husband who
will put up with me."
"They keep telling me how I'm going to have trouble finding the right guy,"
Maria sighed. "In my conscious mind, I'm pretty much prudish. I get excited
doing sexy stuff, even with girls, but not unless somebody makes me do it."
"Well, start playing with your pussy right now or I'm going to spank your butt,"
Kim snapped at the girl. "I want your pussy all puffy and juicy when you lick my
clit'."
"And mine," Jennifer added. "You're our sex slave."
"No," Maria pouted. So the other three pounced on her and tickled her until she
agreed to lick all of them to orgasm anytime they asked, and to play with her
pussy and have orgasms whenever they demanded it. They demanded it often. They
even made her play with her pussy as the new class of four freshmen arrived on
Sunday evening. That was especially humiliating when she recognized another of
her cousins, Angela, in the group.
Angela was the only single kid in the new group. The other three, Jackie,
Melissa, and Annette were middle-aged, white, and married. Annette was gagged
and cuffed. All four were somewhat overweight, but that would soon change.
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"We're coming down to the wire," Clarice told the assembled class on Monday
morning. "We'll spend three weeks putting all that we've learned together to
make you good wives. Kaitlyn, are you a good wife?"
"Better than I was nine weeks ago," she answered.
"That's not what I asked. So tell me, what do you think makes a good wife?"
The discussion soon turned into role-playing. One of the students played the
husband and another the wife in dealing with a problem. The first time they
tried it, neither could keep a straight face, but before long, the exercises
became serious as Kim, Laura, Debbie, and even Kaitlyn described how they
handled or mishandled similar conflicts.
"You don't have to win an argument to be a winner," Clarice reminded them. "See
how you can end up winning by giving up? If it's not all that important, use
your head. Think logically. Give up and save up for the next fight. But fight
you must. How many of you read 'The Intimate Enemy'? It's out of print but you
can get a copy at most used bookstores. Arguments are a fact of life but
remember that..."
"You can disagree without being disagreeable," they all chanted together rather
than hear Clarice say those words for the zillionth time.
She smiled. "Well, I guess that message got through. OK, let's talk about what
drives you absolutely nuts. Maria?"
"People who leave toothpaste globs in the bottom of the sink."
"OK, let's deal with that. Is it important?"
"Probably not, but it drives me crazy. It's such a little thing. I know it. But
why can't people just wipe it out?"
"Why can't you?" Clarice countered.
"I do wash out my own."
"But not other people's?"
"I wash out all the globs, but I shouldn't have to wash out somebody else's
toothpaste globs."
"Kim, I now pronounce you and Maria husband and wife. Kim, you've left two globs
of toothpaste in the sink and Maria's mad. So, Maria, how do you handle it?
You've obviously had some experience with toothpaste globs."
"Yeah, but just my family. My brothers are pigs."
"Who leave globs of toothpaste. So, is your husband a pig?"
"If he..." Clarice milked toothpaste globs to death, leading her seven students
through dozens of ways to handle the minor irritants of everyday life. Most of
the techniques applied to platonic relationships like college roommates and
blood relatives as well as married life. In-laws got special consideration.
-*-
"I can't believe we just spent all day talking about toothpaste globs," Laura
complained. "When will the whole world realize to ignore such little things?"
"That was the whole point," Wendy laughed. "Think about how we dealt with it
again and again. It got pretty silly, right? I think she was just trying to tell
us not to sweat the small stuff."
"Don't sweat the small stuff, but deal with it," Maria contradicted. "I let
toothpaste globs get to me. The lesson was that it's my problem to deal with and
I shouldn't get so upset about it. If I do, it's my problem."
"All of the above," Kim told them as she rubbed her pussy.
"Are you feeling better?" Wendy asked Kim softly, sitting down on the sofa next
to her. "About, you know, everything?"
"In every way," Kim answered. "My butt hole's healed up, I think. I can't wait
to get something in there again. And my mind's straightened out where I don't
feel guilty for ruining another marriage. But I do want to get married again.
I'm like Maria. I still want a house in the suburbs, kids, a dog, and all that
stuff. But time's running out on me."
"So what are you going to do when you get out of here?" Debbie asked. "We worry
about you, you know. You won't want to go back to the same place, will you? The
apartment where you lived with Roger?"
"No," Kim sighed. "I've thought about it. I'll have to go to court. Lots of
court. Circuit court for the annulment, criminal court, civil court. Red looked
into it for me. Roger's not only a rapist but a crook, too. A handsome one,
smooth talking, good loving when he wants something. Did you know I'm broke?
Maybe bankrupt. He ran up bills and I may be stuck with the lease. Oh, well.
I'll survive."
"Bill and I have talked about it," Laura told Kim. "We have that big, old house
and only the two of us living there. We'd love to have you come live with us
until you're back on your feet."
"It's great having real friends," Kim smiled, hugging Laura. "I don't know
exactly what I'm going to do but I have an outline in my mind. I'm going to stay
loose and single until after all the legal stuff. That'll probably be at least
six months. Then I'm going to crawl into myself for another six months. I'm not
going to date or go out or anything but exercise and contemplate. Then I'm going
to attack life with a vengeance."
-*-
The classes for the rest of the 10th week were varied. Dressing up and dressing
down and dressing comfortable and sexy and practical and cheap filled a lot of
time. Life planning took more time. Kim was the focus of a lot of attention as
well as Maria. The class that was the most fun was 'flirting'.
"Basic flirting is super easy," Lucy said. "Look at the other person until your
eyes meet, then look downward for a slow count of two, then look back up and
smile. That signals a lot. Try it." They tried it on each other and then
practiced on the freshmen and sophomores during dinner.
Daily exercise class consisted of dancing lessons. They got to try ballroom
dancing, country dancing including some line dances, hula dancing, belly
dancing, and of course, strip tease with the emphasis on teasing. All the
husbands came for dates on Friday and got quite a show from all seven women,
plus a free show by Lucy.
The eleventh week began with efficiency classes, getting through housework
quickly so there was enough time left for other things. They also explored home
decorating with an eye toward kinky sex, landscaping for privacy and fun, family
planning and birth control, and lots more role-playing in dealing with those
subjects with a husband or fiance.
As their last week began, the seven women planned their graduation party and the
rest of their lives. It was largely a hodge-podge of 'independent study' to tie
up loose ends. There was a little anxiety when Clarice announced the final
tests, but everyone passed easily. Then they reviewed their strengths and
weaknesses together, and then one-on-one with staff members.
-*-
"I need a spanking," Kim told Maria one morning.
"We all do," Maria laughed. "And a bit of kinky bondage and some sexy undies."
"Like they said in the first week, it's attitude. Hey, would you do the honors?"
"Sure. How hard d'you want it?"
"Not hard. Stinging. The cane."
"You're sure?" Maria asked uncertainly.
"Yes, but just on the butt."
"Tied?"
"Yeah. Shackled, I think," Kim smiled nervously. "I can't explain what I'm
feeling but, well... You understand better than anybody, I guess."
"I'm not sure. Tell me," Maria prompted.
"OK," Kim began, sitting down and folding her hands in her lap. "I guess maybe
I'll understand better if I talk about it. It's this guilt trip I'm on. I'm over
thirty, and I've been married four times, and all four times were disasters.
Well, we've only got a few more days left here and... How do I make you
understand me? I want... I need a ceremonial cleansing. Kind of whip the devil
out of me."
Maria knew how to listen. She waited. Kim finally continued. "This caning will
be one of those rites of passage for me. Do you know why I liked the spankings
so much? Once a spanking's over, everything's fine. Life's new. The sin's gone,
even if it was just a made-up thing for somebody to have an excuse to spank us.
And the spanking's gone. Over. And I want my rape and my marriage to Roger and
everything to be over. Done. Gone. Does that make sense?"
"Not one bit," Maria told Kim. "But this is about your feelings, not mine, and
not logic. If a caning will help clear your head and let you sort out feelings,
so be it. Ready?"
"Gawd, I'm scared," Kim whispered.
"You should be. It's going to hurt like crazy. Sure it's what you really want?"
"Yes."
"How many?"
"Fifty."
"You wouldn't survive fifty. Ten."
"Twenty," Kim countered. "As hard as you can. And I want to be gagged."
"How about over the horse?" Maria asked as they entered the dungeon. Without
answering, Kim went to the wall containing the gags, and chose a large one that
she had to force between her teeth. She couldn't have dislodged it without a
hand to help, but she buckled the strap behind her head anyway, pulling it tight
until her cheeks were distorted and the strap pulled against the corners of her
mouth. When Kim laid herself over the big horse, Maria told her, "No. That one."
She pointed to an ordinary carpenter's sawhorse with Velcro shackles on each
leg.
Kim bent over the little wooden contraption uncertainly. On the big horse, her
belly would have supported her so that her legs and hands were well off the
floor. Her feet, clad in pumps, would have to support her bent over the smaller
horse. Maria moved Kim's ankles to outside the legs of the sawhorse and closed
the Velcro shackles snugly around her ankles. The wrist shackles were on the
front of the legs with a scrap of 2x4 lumber nailed in place just below each one
for Kim to rest the heels of her hands.
Kim found the position extremely uncomfortable. She felt far more vulnerable
than over the big horse where she had some prior experience with bondage games.
The little sawhorse felt unstable. On the big horse, she couldn't move at all
with all of her weight on her belly. Strapped to the ordinary sawhorse, she
could move her whole body. On the big horse, she could rest, just laying there.
The little sawhorse forced her to support herself on all fours with her legs
wide open. On the big horse, her breasts were squashed under her. Now, her
breasts hung free on each side of the horizontal part.
"Take this," Maria told Kim, sticking a metal bar under Kim's fingertips.
"Dropping it is your safe word. If you drop it, this scene's over." Kim nodded
her assent. "I don't understand what's going on in your head," Maria told her
captive, casually inserting her middle finger into Kim's cunt and sliding the
index finger up her slit to rub over her clitoris. "But I'm going to do what I
can to cleanse your mind of whatever monsters inhabit that gray matter."
Kim wiggled her bottom and whimpered around the gag. She wanted pain. She needed
it, craved it. But Maria was pleasuring her. They had done that many times
before, but never with Kim secured over a little sawhorse in the dungeon. 'Get
on with it,' Kim demanded mentally. Instead, she felt Maria's hand go away, and
she craned around to see what the Latina was doing.
Maria took her time, humming to herself as she selected the long whippy cane she
planned to use. Like all the students, she had received one stroke with the cane
and knew that it was the most wicked instrument of torture in the dungeon. That
Kim had asked for the cane was significant, but she still wasn't sure why.
Maria strolled along the cabinets and loaded a plastic carryall with some things
she thought that she might need or want. She dragged a barstool over behind the
sawhorse and put the plastic tray on it, then went back to the wall for another
shorter stool with a padded swivel seat.
"I love you," Maria told Kim gently, caressing the vulnerable backside in front
of her. "I love everybody here. I was really afraid before I came here, and now
I'm afraid of leaving. I never felt sexual pleasure before I came here. Oh, I
had some sex, and I got a little turned on, but getting turned on scared me and
made me inhibited. But that's not your problem. What is?"
Kim squirmed in frustration. She even considered dropping the bar to end the
scene. This wasn't what she asked for, what she wanted, what she felt like she
needed now. Maria was lubing her bottom hole, inserting a slimy finger up her
poop chute in a maddeningly slow finger fuck that was turning her on.
"You're something," Maria sighed. "You love it in the butt. I just tolerate it.
Well, I guess that's not really true, either. I get turned on by the nastiness
of it, not the feelings, not by the physical feelings. I like the nastiness, you
know, the naughtiness, especially when somebody's making me do it. Geez. I'm
going to get another butt plug. I just feel like having something in me right
now."
'Get on with it!' Kim's mind screamed as she heard Maria's heels click along the
concrete and marble again. Her bottom felt... That was the problem. It was
lubricated and ready for anything, especially the cane, but it was empty and Kim
craved something on or in her backside. The idea that Maria was going to stuff
her before using the cane was exciting. It would add a stretched feeling, she
knew, that would make the strokes of the cane feel that much more intense.
Kim wasn't conscious of Maria returning until she felt the cool rubber at her
puckered anal orifice and heard Maria softly tell her to "open up". Fearing she
would mess herself, Kim had some difficulty 'pushing out' to open her anus but
finally did so, trusting Maria and the steady pressure at her backside. The
rubber slid inside. She expected an anal plug, but it was a fat dildo that slid
in.
"I've never been married," Maria said, her voice echoing a bit in the dungeon.
"Sometimes I'm afraid I'll never be married. In some ways, I'm more mixed up now
than before I came here. You see, I couldn't possibly love someone or marry
someone who wasn't at least a little kinky, who'd tie me up and make me enjoy
sex."
"And then I think maybe I'm learning. I just put a butt plug in me, too. I like
the feeling and nobody made me do it," Maria said, sounding as if she were
talking to herself rather than to Kim. Maybe she was. It didn't matter. "But I
could never ask anyone to hit me. I never did get off on spankings, and the
whippings nearly killed me, and that one stroke of the cane. Geez, I thought I'd
die for sure. But you asked for fifty. All on your butt. You're afraid, aren't
you? It hurts even more on the back of the thighs from what I've read. I think
I'll put the first one there."
The shock of the stroke nearly caused Kim to drop the rod. The burning stroke
across both thighs felt... 'Well, it feels just like I was hit with a cane,' Kim
decided, letting the pain and the tension seep throughout her body. She had
asked to be struck only on the bottom but she had the option of dropping the rod
that she still held under her fingertips. She could have dropped it when Maria
talked about a stroke on her thighs and prevented even that stroke.
"Your titties embarrass you, don't they?" Maria asked, reaching under her
friend's chest to pinch a nipple. "You want bigger ones but you don't want to
get an operation. I love your boobs. I'd be happier with small ones like yours.
Mine are too big. Well, I guess they're not _too_ big but they attract a lot of
male attention. More than I know what to do with. Did you think maybe you'd
still be married if you had big tits? I don't think so. Guys like to look at
tits but they don't marry tits. So I attract tit men and you attract bad boys."
"You know," Maria mused. "That's the problem. We women, we wait for whatever or
whoever we attract. The feminine liberation movement did that one thing right
because now we can go after whomever we want. We don't have to wait. I'm even
thinking about going to a Black Rose meeting, where I know kinky guys will be
around. I might find what I need. But where will you look for the guy you need?"
"You know, I read about getting caned on the tits. I bet that'd really hurt,"
Maria was saying. "And I even asked about how to do it so it wouldn't cause any
permanent damage. Tina told me about it but I haven't practiced it. Do you think
I can do it on you? Hold your head up so your boobs stick out."
'No! Not there!' Kim's mind screamed at the same time that she obeyed, holding
her head up and looking straight forward, arching her back and presenting her
backside, gripping the metal bar in her hand tightly. She felt the thin cane
touch her nipple.
"The trick is to not slam the cane into boobs," Maria said, sounding like a
teacher in a laboratory class. "Tina said to pull back early, stopping the swing
before the cane hits so it whips onto the tits and leaves a weal without
slamming into the soft boobies and cutting them. Want to try? I really should
practice with a switch first. Think I should try to hit them both at once or one
side at a time?"
'No!' Kim screamed into the gag as the cane swished through the air, swinging
down where it almost touched the floor and whipped across both her nipples. The
pain was incredible! And there was nothing she could do to prevent it... except
let go of the rod.
"Wow," Maria smiled, kneeling next to Kim to examine the welt across both her
small breasts. "Perfect. Does that hurt? I can see it does. These will make it
hurt even more."
'No!' Kim begged mentally as she saw alligator clips with sharp teeth appear in
front of her eyes as she hung her head, trying to cope with the pain now coming
from her chest and the backs of her legs at the same time, and then the new and
different sensation of the metal clips closing... She swooned, shaking her upper
body to try to dislodge the evil things, gripping the bar with all her might for
fear that it would end.
"I don't understand masochists," Maria then said. "But I think that you want
this session to be horrible. It will be. I haven't even read about caning a
pussy. Can I try it on you? How about a stroke right on your pussy lips?"
'Lord, NO! Oh, please,' Kim begged into the gag, tensing in anticipation of more
terrible pain.
Maria experimentally bent the cane, choking up on almost half of it. She bent
back the rod again and aimed so that it would hit the middle of Kim's crotch
when she let go. It did. And again. And again.
"But we're missing the important parts, aren't we?" Maria cooed, more confident
as she checked to be sure the rod wasn't somehow stuck in Kim's hand. The Latino
took more clips and attached them to Kim's labia, two on each pussy lip
connected by chains. Then she used a bungee cord to hook onto a chain and
stretched it over Kim's back to hook onto the chain attached to the clips on her
other side. "Now let's see if I can hit your clit."
She was already in much more pain than during her anal rape but Kim felt safe
with Maria rather than terrified like she had when Roger was buggering her so
cruelly. She waited for the cruel flick of the cane, knowing that Maria was
going to give her pain that she could endure. She wouldn't need stitches. She
would need love, a gentle caress with some cool oil.
As if sensing Kim's thoughts, Maria said, "I have baby oil in the refrigerator
and even a tube of antibiotic ointment. I was afraid that I might cut you. We
haven't had much chance to play with the cane. Maybe I ought to practice back
here first."
'Yes!' Kim's mind said, mentally sighing in relief. Maria played with her,
bending the cane and using just its flexibility to strike one butt cheek at a
time.
"Here comes a hard one," she warned, giving a full swing with follow through
that made Kim jump so hard she almost overturned the sawhorse. "Oow, that's
wicked," Maria said, sliding a finger along the raised welt. "Any harder and
you'd probably be bleeding. Is that what you want?"
Kim just hung her head, tears dripping from her cheeks. She didn't know what she
wanted. She didn't want the stroke across her clitoris that came next or the one
experimental one across her back or the next dozen across both butt cheeks, then
six from each side or... What she wanted was escape. She found it.
Maria was strong and Kim was light. "That was fifty," Maria told Kim after
releasing her from the bonds and picking her up like a baby, kissing her on the
lips. "How do you feel?"
"Empty."
Maria carried Kim to a narrow bed in the dungeon and laid her down on her back.
She gently removed the metal clips from Kim's nipples, gently sucking each one.
"I now control your mind," Maria said melodramatically, as if she really could
take control of Kim's conscious mind. "You can't stop twisting and pulling on
your nipples. Your hands are stuck there, out of your control, torturing your
titties while I torture this."
Maria's hand slid down Kim's belly to rub painfully through the pink tissue of
her pussy still held wide open by the clips. "Poor Kimmie's pussy is all dried
out," Maria cooed, moving to the foot of the bed so she could lick the abused
slit. "And Wendy's afraid she's lesbian," she chuckled as she went to work on
Kim's clit', intent on giving her friend a quick, cleansing orgasm before
removing the dildo and clips.
"How was that?" Maria finally asked.
"Perfect. Thank you."
"I'm going to give up trying to understand and just go with it," Maria
pronounced. "Are you ready for some cold oil?"
"Maybe tonight," Kim said, stretching, feeling the popping sensation as the
welted skin painfully stretched.
"Want to work out with me?"
"We just had quite a workout," Kim smiled, savoring the sensations Maria had
produced in her body.
"I guess you deserve a break," Maria grinned. "But I'm not going to be one of
those fat Hispanic mommas. I've got to work out so I'm a foxy chica."
"Me, too."
"Well, come on then." They made the workout brutal, pumping iron until every
muscle screamed, then repeating the set with lighter weights until the muscles
burned again. It just felt right, what the staff called 'instinctive training'.
