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RP or REV?  Thanks to Mike Ink's excellent work, this post of 
the Good Wife University (GWU) story contains far fewer annoying
errors than the first post in early 1999.  Since the story is
the same, I chose to call this a repost even though Mike found
and corrected lots of errors.

The original posting of GWU was interrupted when Eli's a.s.s.m. 
went down.  The final chapters were posted only to a.s.s.   This
is the first post of the complete Good Wife University (GWU)
story to a.s.s.m., a prelude to the first part of the GWU Alumni
stories.  In addition, a 'Prologue & Table of Contents' with a
list of all the GWU characters will be added to this post.

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Good Wife University (GWU)
bi bobbi jo


Chapter Six
  Placement Testing II


"This is one type of PC meter," Lucy announced, holding up the
device.  It was a rubber cylinder about an inch and a quarter
around and five inches long with disk-shaped base, from which
extended a hose connected to a meter with a five-inch dial
graduated from 10 to 250.  "For hygiene and ease of passing it
from one person to another, we use lubricated condoms.  So let's
see what you can do."

Completely humiliated to be the center of attention as she
rolled the condom over the rubber shaft and slid it into her
vagina, Darlene was still proud when Lucy exclaimed, "Wow, a
hundred six!  That's a new record for a freshman." 

Lucy took a clipboard to record everyone's reading.  Half of
them, including Katy, Maria, Wendy, and Laura, could barely
move the dial.  Debbie and Jennifer managed to move the dial up
to twenty-something and Kim managed to push the needle a hair
over thirty but still less than a third of Darlene's reading.

"I'm such a show off," Lucy giggled when they had all finished. 
She rolled a fresh condom over the rubber shaft and inserted
it into her pussy.  "Watch this." 

Everyone looked at the meter on the wall as the needle swung
to stop above 200 and then dropped back to zero, then went back
up where Lucy held it for some seconds.

"A passing grade for pussy power is sixty, but that's barely
passing.  Seventy will get you a C.  Eighty, a B; and overninety,
an A.  Everything over 100 is A-plus, so you've already earned
your first superior grade, Darlene.  Let's give her a hand."

They all applauded the blushing mother until Lucy held up her
hand.  "OK, all you fitness nuts.  There are three elements to
fitness.  What are they?"

When no one spoke, she called, "Debbie, you're obviously
into physical fitness.  What are the three essential elements
of fitness?"

"Strength," she ventured, then confidently added, "flexibility
and endurance."

"So can you guess what we'll be doing in my class?"

"Strength, flexibility, and endurance," she repeated more evenly.

"You didn't address your professor, Miz Lucy, correctly," Tina
snarled, startling everyone with her loud voice.  "You can
expect a spanking later on to help you remember your manners."

Debbie's complexion immediately changed from flushed pink with
embarrassment to pale white with fear.  The rosy pink returned
when she was ordered to demonstrate the endurance of her PC
muscles on the next machine.  It was an ordinary swivel stool
with an old fashioned bicycle seat attached to the pedestal, with
one notable addition -- a smooth black rubber dildo slightly
larger than the one on the other PC meter, attached to the narrow
front end of the bicycle seat.

"This one's a bit squishy," Lucy snickered, squeezing the soft
rubber shaft so it collapsed between her fingers.  "The objective
is to squeeze it with your PC muscles and inflate the balloon. 
If you're really good, we can replace the balloon with a condom."

They all now saw the short metal tube that extended at a right
angle under the seat and the long, limp party balloon that hung
from it.  "So slip a rubber on and climb on."

Blushing crimson, Debbie rolled the lubricated condom onto the
shaft.  It collapsed the first time she tried to impale herself
on it and then it bent over when she tried again.  Giggles flowed
around until she got it inside.  "Squeeze and release, squeeze
and release.  Do it for ten minutes starting now," Lucy ordered.
"And the rest of you, insert two fingers into your vaginas and
start squeezing.  You all need the practice."

"Yes, Miz Lucy," they answered in a chorus.

"Except you, Darlene.  You've already passed that basic part of
this class.  Of course, you still have to show you have passable
stamina, but I'm sure you do.  You need to practice if you want
to keep your excellent strength down there, but for now, you can
go have a drink or snack.  You're free for about the next hour
until it's your turn to show your stuff."

"Thank you, Miz Lucy."  She glanced at Tina for reassurance. 
Tina smiled and gestured, making it clear that she was free to
go.  Feeling uncomfortable about leaving and a little frightened
at leaving alone, she walked calmly out of the gym toward the
dining room, where she shyly avoided the two seniors talking at a
table and got a cup of coffee.

"Come join us, super numerator," one of the seniors called out
to her.  "So what did you ace?"

"The PC meter test, ma'am," Darlene answered shyly, even though
she was a good ten years younger.

"What did you do?" the other asked.

"A little over a hundred," Darlene replied.

"Wow!" they both gasped, Bern adding, "I barely got my seventy
this week.  That's great.  So, how is it so far in hell week?"

"Embarrassing."

"It'll get worse," Toni, the other senior chuckled.  "Especially
since you forgot your freshman position when you were given a
break.  You can be sure that Tina noted your shortcoming."

"Oh, no!" Darlene wailed, realizing her mistake.

Both the seniors laughed.  "Relax," Bern told her.  "Tina will
find some reason to spank every one of you in the next couple of
days.  It's part of the program.  It'll sting and be totally
devastating, but you'll laugh about it later.  You'll probably
end up wearing cuffs or a gag for a while, too, and you'll
survive them and then you might find you kind of like it, being
helpless, that is.  I know I did."

"The whole program here is planned carefully to make you into
the perfect Stepford Wife for your hubby.  And you'll probably
like how it turns out," Toni told her.  "I'll give you an
example.  Are there any mothers with young kids in your group?"

"Yes.  Me," Darlene replied.

"OK.  Have you noticed that you're not getting many demerits
but you're getting put down for lots of spankings?"

"No, but now that you mention it."  She let the rest hang.

"That's so you don't lose phone and visitor privileges.  If you
screw up bad enough, you may end up visiting with your kids
wearing a chastity belt under your skirt with a giant something
pushed up your butt, but you can't be a good wife and mother if
you can't see your kids.  And we saw your rebel, Kim.  They break
the rebellious streak first, and then work on her with kindness.
I bet she gets a good night's sleep tonight."

"That doesn't mean it will be easy," Bern told her.  "There are
more indignities to be endured, but lots of them will be
enjoyable, and even those you don't like are tolerable."

"Like what?" Darlene asked.

"Well, tonight at dinner, you'll get your spanking in the most
humiliating position imaginable, and tomorrow, guess what?"

"I'm afraid to ask."

Their conversation lasted for most of the hour break that the
three had earned.  They both asked Darlene not to give away any
of GWU's secrets to the other freshmen, and then waved as they
parted.  Standing in the hall, Darlene tried to decide if she
should walk back in freshman position.  She decided that her
punishment would probably be the same whether she walked back
in position or not.  And if she did, Tina might suspect that
someone clued her in.  So she casually walked back into the gym
to find Laura sitting on the bicycle seat, humiliated as Lucy
berated her for her total lack of strength and stamina.

"Go ahead and get off," Lucy sighed, sounding disgusted.  "You
can see how much work you'll need to do to get you a passing
grade.  Ah, and here's my star.  As soon as Laura switches
rubbers, climb on."

Thanks to birthing five children, Darlene easily relaxed so the
rubber dong slipped right in.  Then she started pumping her PC
muscles.  The balloon instantly stood out straight like a prick
jumping to erection.  As she continued to concentrate and
rhythmically contract her muscles, Tina stepped forward and
snarled, "I think you ought to continue in position so you will
remember how freshmen are to walk."

"Yes, Miz Tina," Darlene answered, trying not to crack a knowing
smile as she laced her fingers behind her neck.

"You'll have to be spanked to be sure that you don't forget
again," Tina added sternly.

"Yes, Miz Tina," Darlene grunted, trying to concentrate on
squeezing her muscles around the rubber shaft.  Everyone stared
in awe as the balloon slowly inflated from its base outward, a
long party balloon like clowns use to make balloon animals.

"You've already passed," Lucy told Darlene.  "Want to try for an
A plus?"

"Yes, Miz Lucy," she answered, closing her eyes to concentrate,
knowing that her efforts would be rewarded.  She received another
round of applause when she had completely filled the balloon in
less than ten minutes.  The rubber bulb was getting hard to
squeeze and Debbie was glad to slide off the device.

The freshmen spent the rest of the afternoon enduring physical
fitness tests of flexibility, strength, and endurance.  Darlene
did surprisingly well for her weight but still didn't pass.  Only
Wendy and Debbie passed everything.

The testing facilities were surprisingly sophisticated.  Some
were simple like a low platform to stand on and bend over to
show flexibility along a yardstick between their feet.  But GWU
also had a treadmill equipped with a cardiac monitor and
calibrated oxygen use system.  Each of them had a mouthpiece put
in their mouth and electrodes attached to their chests.

Before the physical fitness testing, each of them was given a
pair of Spandex biker's shorts and a stretchy exercise bra. 
Tina explained that they didn't want any chafing of inner thighs
or stretched tendons or "other supporting tissue."

The endurance test began slowly as they raised the testee's
heart rate into a pre-establish zone for her age.  Then they
changed the angle and speed of the treadmill to keep her heart
pumping until the testee collapsed in exhaustion or scored
'superior'.  Thanks to years of aerobics classes, Debbie scored
the highest.  Wendy loved to jog alone and enjoy nature and did
nearly as well.

Strength was tested against a hydraulic press.  Then they each
pumped dumbbells until they were exhausted, or, as Tina put
it, "Until muscle failure."  Lucy carefully recorded the weight
and number of rep's for each of the freshmen.  Kim, who was
exhausted from lack of sleep and her ordeal of the previous
night, did poorly on all the tests.

Right after their fitness tests, the group was herded back to
the showers while still dressed in the exercise clothes.  Kim
even got to carry her bonds in her hands rather than wearing
them.  Tina reminded the freshmen that they weren't allowed to
touch their own bodies.  Their afternoon shower included lots
of tickling, teasing, and laughing.

The sophomores again provided warm towels plus an extra canvas
laundry bin in a wheeled frame for the exercise clothes.  Then it
was time for dinner; a simple affair of spicy corn chowder served
in Styrofoam bowls and fresh baked wheat biscuits on paper
plates.

The freshmen relaxed with their beverage of choice and a
chocolate chip muffin as the sophomores cleared the tables,
tossing the disposables directly into trash containers.  Then the
sophomores settled at the two vacant tables.

Darlene knew what was next.  Spankings.  She just prayed that she
wouldn't be first and thanked God that she wasn't.  A sophomore,
Alecia, was given that honor.

Peggy read the accusation:  discourtesy.  

"Thank you for helping us out," Peggy snickered.  "We won't have
to try to explain spanking positions to our freshman class.  You
can demonstrate for us.  Are you ready?"

"Yes, Miz Peggy."

"Good.  Now to the table."

"But Miz Peggy," Alecia objected.  "Liz requested the rack."

"I know, but I want you to demonstrate the position." 

The woman took off her apron before bending over a table and
grasping its sides.

"You will note that her feet are outside the table legs, wide
apart but that her thighs are well back from the table edge,"
Peggy pointed out.  "And now, our beloved rack."

A wooden framework was pulled from behind curtains that covered
one wall of the dining room.  It was a simple square constructed
of two-by-four lumber that was eight feet long on each side with
metal eye-bolts spaced every six inches or so along the inside
surface.  More complicated was the horizontal crosspiece
assemblage that fit inside the square frame.  It was shaped
somewhat like a wooden barrel with every other stave missing,
that hung on two right angle brackets.

Peggy explained the rack in some detail.  Except for the outside
square, everything was adjustable for the size of the woman to be
disciplined.  Liz, the pregnant senior who was wronged, attached
a larger than life size rubber penis to the middle of the thing.

Alecia was fitted with padded cuffs around her wrists and ankles.
Then she was forced to simulate fellatio on the rubber cock, the
only lubrication she was allowed.  After she was impaled on the
dildo, ropes were pulled through the eyebolts and tied off,
holding the poor girl spread eagle with her bottom thrust out
behind her.

Liz teased poor Alecia, making her rock her pelvis on the dildo
several times before the first blow of the wooden paddle was
actually delivered.  Liz took her time, pausing for almost a
minute between each sharp smack.  All of the freshmen winced
each time they heard the sharp crack followed by Alecia's gasp
and groan.

"Now kiss and make up," Peggy ordered after the sixth blow was
landed.

The freshmen gasped even more at the blatantly lesbian kiss
that followed the punishment.  Liz and Alecia remained in an
embrace for several minutes, sharing intimate caresses, and lots
of tongue.

Tina read a list of sins committed by the freshmen, such as
failing to walk in the freshman's required position and touching
her own body during her shower.  Kim, back in full bondage, the
high-heeled boots and spreader bar, plus her handcuffs, was
first.  Because she was already in shackles, she was affixed to
the rack for her spanking.

Darlene felt more and more terrified as it became obvious that
she was next.  She wanted to run, run and hide.  To escape. 
Anything to avoid the humiliation and pain.  But she didn't,
more afraid of the punishment for running than facing what was
about to happen.

"Would you like to be gagged?" Tina asked her.  "If you curse,
you'll be punished for that, too."

"No, ma'am, Miz Tina.  I don't use cuss words.  I just don't. 
It's because of my children."

"Very good.  Assume the position."

Darlene bent over the table, conscious that her bare bottom was
exposed, but even more aware of the cool air that wafted over her
now very exposed sex that was surely gaping wide open.  Tina told
her to move her bottom "a little farther back."  She had to hold
on now to keep from falling onto her butt and realized that the
position gave her lots of room to move but gravity dictated that
her bottom would always return to the perfect position for...

Smack!  The first swat landed without warning, a sizzling sting
that completely covered her buttocks, which instinctively
clenched tightly.  Darlene hissed out a cuss word that was so
well covered by her forceful exhalation that no one recognized it
as profanity.

And then she waited for the next blow.  And while she waited,
the feelings in her bottom changed, first to a sensation of
tingling along with the stinging, as if she had sat on the floor
in one position for too long.  And then heat, a warm feeling that
wasn't completely unpleasant now that her breathing was back.

Smack!  A harder, more crisp swing by Tina, followed by another
interminable pause and all of the same feelings.  'Just ten
more,' Darlene whimpered to herself.  'I can stand this.'  It
hurt, but not as bad as may other hurts.  Even little grease
patters when she fried...

Smack!  Tina timed the remaining blows carefully for maximum... 
'What?' Darlene wondered, realizing that there was some method
to what was happening.  'Not pain.  Just feelings, all the mixed
up jumbled silly humiliation along with the heat, sting, tingle,
clench, and, geez, arousal.  Please, God, no!  Everyone will see
that my pussy is... puffy and wet and...  "Please!"

"Please, what, Darlene?" Tina asked calmly.

"Just get it over with," Darlene sobbed pitifully.

"But it's already over.  You'll have to count out loud next
time."

'Next time,' Darlene sighed, pulling with her arms until her
body weight was again balanced over her feet before she tried to
stand.  She held the table for balance as she brought her
legs together.

'Feelings,' Darlene realized, were an important part of this
little ceremony.  Now she knew what it meant to be tanned,
because with each step, her bottom felt leathery, as if it had
been toughened into suede leather.  She put her hands back
there to rub away some of the discomfort and found that every
touch set off more tingling and burning sensations.  But her
bottom didn't feel like leather to her hands, it just felt
leathery to the sensory nerves in her bottom.

But it was over for her, and time for a cold cola before they
were herded back to their rooms to finish their homework.  But
before they started, they all talked a while, mostly to Darlene
and mostly about her spanking.

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