Good Wife University (GWU) 
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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.

-*-

"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'.
