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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 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 & stockings
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.
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