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Chapter Seven -- Placement Testing III


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 make you a little more comfortable."  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 anklets 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 Kegel
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 the class was 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 would think was sexier.  They were warned
that they had to make those choices for every pair.  In many
cases, it was difficult:

  Woman in torn T-shirt   Woman in garter belt & hose
  Man in boxers           Man in leather cup
  Woman tied up clothed   Woman nude with legs spread
  Fat woman nude          Little girl in devil Halloween costume
  Woman in cutoff shorts  Same woman in skin-tight formal
    & tight T-shirt
  Two nude women kissing  Two nude men kissing
  Two nude women kissing  A man & woman kissing
  A barefoot topless      A bikini clad model wearing high heels
    38 DD model
  Woman in wet T-shirt    Same woman nude
  Woman receiving oral    Woman receiving oral sex
    sex from a man          from a woman     
  Man receiving oral      Man receiving oral sex from a man
    sex from a woman

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 bread 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 real 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 had 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 were 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
by 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
therapeutic.  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, sometimes pounding,
sometimes chopping at sore muscles with the 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 laid 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 it by sliding her oily
fingers deep up Laura's butt crack, giving a gentle probe to her
anal bud.

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."  

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
tips of Mary Jo's fingers just grazing the sides of 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 that 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.  She used both 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 writhing,
desperately trying to remain silent as all of her body's
muscles tightened, until the tension was unbearable and so were
the feelings.  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 gentler now, more loving, as if 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 cumming," Bern told Laura with an
evil snicker.  "I'm gonna get you whether you like it or
not, sooner or later.  Our mums, 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 a woman.

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

"Yes."

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

And when she left Bern behind in the little cell where a nun
once lived, Laura 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 multi-orgasmic. 
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
completing the essay tests that they were given after the
dinnertime spankings ended.