Summer School

by Louisa Bacio

  Summer School© 2015 by Louisa Bacio

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  First Edition August 2015

  Chapter One

  Not many people interview for a job in the nude, unless it’s a nightmare.

  Lucy Morgana had ditched her New York roots for the freedom of San Francisco. Something about the City of Love called to her. What better place to open a sex school?

  After renting the campus location and setting up the décor, it was time to populate the school with the best instructors and students. She planned on a “soft” opening, of sorts, a summer school.

  Ads had been placed on some of the specialty sites such as FetLife and Craigslist, and Lucy had distributed information at a few underground clubs. Now, it was time to begin the interviews.

  She stood, smoothing down her black vinyl skirt and adjusting the bust of the corset. Tendrils of curly red hair hung over her shoulders. Nerves may be fluttering through her stomach like a shy coed at her first frat party, but Lucy knew the key to success was looking the part. She imagined a steel pole aligning her calves through the high heels and balanced before taking a deep breath and opening the door to the interview room.

  When students came through the admissions process, the plan was to make them do it in the nude. Most of their time on campus would be spent sans clothes, so they had better feel comfortable naked. The same thing went with a few of the professionals. The differentiation gave Lucy even more of a position of power.

  “Thanks to all of you for coming out today,” she said. “I’m excited about the possibilities we have here, of helping the community embrace their freedom and true sexual nature.”

  Mistress Lucy evaluated the candidates before her, deciding whom to choose as an example and to use as an assistant for the exercises. Her gaze fell upon a particularly hot Italian woman who was applying for a position integrating the arts as a sexual tool. A gifted artist, Antoinella De Luca ranked on the top of Lucy’s list of potential hires.

  Let’s see what she can do in person.

  “Toni, would you mind coming up here, please?”

  As the petite woman stood, Lucy searched the rest of the applicants. Two pretty blond boys stood in the back row. Perfect specimens after what looked like many summer days on the beach. Young also meant inexperienced, and she bypassed them for a candidate with a few more years.

  Since Toni was already nude, she could skip the formality of undressing. She walked up the stairs to the stage, and glanced back at the others in attendance, as if sizing them up as competition. Standing side by side, the petite instructor came up to about Lucy’s shoulder. They’d be a bit more even if she hadn’t been wearing three-inch heels. Already tall, it didn’t hurt to tower over the students.

  “Let’s all give a round of applause to the lovely Antoinella for coming up,” Lucy said. With some hooting and catcalling, the candidates gave a bit too enthusiastic of a response. Probably afraid they’d be next.

  Part of the scenario went into the setup of the participant. If she faced the audience, she might become too self-conscious. Blind-folded might be better. From the side, everyone could get a good view of both her face, and Lucy’s spanking ministrations. Positioned ass-out, though, offered the yummiest view and added to the subject’s sense of exposure.

  Lucy placed her hand on the small of Toni’s back and led her to the sawhorse. The Italian instructor’s cheeks flared a brilliant red, which was quite a feat with her olive skin tone. In the lighting on the stage, Toni’s eyes appeared even wider, and extra long lashes fanned over her cheekbones every time she blinked. Somehow, through it all, she appeared poised and definitely not easy to rattle.

  “Thank you for going through with this,” Lucy said, slightly under her breath to keep the conversation between them.

  “No problem. I understand the need. I just wish you would have chosen someone else.”

  “Ah, che bella,” Lucy said. “How could I have chosen someone better than you, and that gorgeous Roman ass?”

  “You can call me beautiful as much as you like, in many different languages,” Toni said. “Hopefully this means I’ll get the job.”

  “We’ll have to see how you hold up first,” Lucy replied. From the clever interaction so far, though, Lucy figured she’d enjoy having the art teacher around. Too bad she would probably be hired for the other campus.

  Beneath her palm, Toni’s ass felt smooth. She glided her fingertips over the silky skin, knowingly sending shivers of sensation through both of their bodies. She preferred to draw out the anticipation, not letting the subject know when the spanking would start.

  With each traverse of the circle, starting at one hip, dipping down around the most delicious bottom curve, over to the other side, and back up again, Toni relaxed her muscles, falling into the gentle tactical rhythm. Lucy soothed, playing her potential employee well. She enjoyed demonstrating such an interaction, building a connection of trust.

  “That’s it,” she coaxed, “lose yourself in touch. Let your body come alive.” She stopped, holding her hand above Toni’s ass, and watched the woman clench her butt cheeks again.

  Smack. Smack. “Didn’t I say relax”

  “Yes,” she said between gritted teeth.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Mistress Lucy.”

  Smack. Smack.

  “Count for me,” Lucy insisted. “We’ve already done four, and I think ten will be a nice even number.”

  Smack.

  Silence. “Didn’t I say count for me?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “Well? What happened?”

  “I can’t.”

  Hand hovering in the air, Lucy paused. Despite the training she’d had, and the varied experiences, she hadn’t come across this situation. “What do you mean, you can’t?”

  “Ma’am, I don’t multitask well.”

  The concept of multitasking while undergoing some sort of discipline tickled her funny bone, and she held her breath to suppress a laugh. A few errant chuckles broke out amongst the audience. She needed to regain control of the situation and quickly. Otherwise, things could get out of hand.

  “Do you think being narrow in focus limits your abilities?” she asked, her voice rising with her question. “Is that a desirable trait in an employee?”

  From where she was lying, Toni pushed her upper body off the horse, and turned to look at Lucy. “If you don’t mind me responding, Ma’am, I think I do pretty well taking projects on one thing at a time. I get the job done, and I haven’t had any complaints in the past.”

  “Hmpf,” Lucy replied. “Well, good to hear. In this instance, though, I don’t see what the conflict is between counting off and whatever it is you’re doing.”

  “Well, I’m concentrating, on taking the swats. It’s not easy, you know, being focused on my body, and having to count at the same time.”

  Lucy allowed the ramifications to settle. The combination of having the subject participate in the act of the spanking was the norm within the community. “Well, what is it you suggest we do then?” she asked.

  “Well,” Toni said, growing more confident. “Why don’t you have someone else be the spotter?”

  “This isn’t weight training,” Lucy quipped back, to even more audience l
aughter.

  She waved off the chatter. “Fine then.” With a keen eye, she scanned the applicants, landing upon the twins. They may be confident all right together, but she wondered what would happen if she separated them.

  There were no discerning differences between the two, except one had longer hair than the other. Without knowing them, though, she didn’t know which one it was. “You there,” she said, pointing to the guy on the left. “Come on up here, and help.”

  The two men looked at each other, and she sighed. She should have known better.

  “The one on the aisle. Can you please come on stage?”

  Again, they conversed, and her ire rose. The simple demo shouldn’t take so long, and it shouldn’t be so complicated. Starting a venture, though, she had to expect unforeseen obstacles.

  Finally, the right twin stood and approached the stage. “Yes, come on up,” she said. “We don’t have all day.”

  The closer he got, the better specimen he appeared to be. Oh yes, put this pretty boy in the front office and people will be flocking to sign up. The key would be to not let him, or his brother, participate in the extracurricular activities too soon. She’d stretch out the anticipation.

  “What is your name, handsome?”

  “Blaine, Ma’am.” He held out his hand. “Pleased to meet you.”

  “You’re awfully formal for this situation.”

  “I’ve always been taught, Ma’am, that being polite is the best way to be.”

  Suddenly, she felt like an elder being talked to by a child. Definitely not a role she wanted to have. She shook off the feeling, and glanced down at his lovely cock. No granny would have a peek at that baby.

  “Well, tell me, are you up for this job or would your brother be better suited?”

  At the word up, his cock twitched, and Lucy smiled. Nothing like a little bit of sibling rivalry.

  “I’m your man,” he said, stroking himself without seeming to be aware he was doing it. “What can I help you with?”

  She raised an eyebrow. “First of all, when our students enroll, that’s one thing we don’t allow.” She glanced at his growing erection. “No self-pleasuring.”

  Like cheese from a hot piece of pizza burning the roof of his mouth, he dropped his hand but not his obvious excitement.

  “In this case, you won’t be using that head.” With a wave of her hand, she swatted toward the naughty member and instead tapped on his temple. “But this one. Ms. Toni here seems to be having some problems with counting. Can you help her out?”

  When the realization that he wouldn’t be doing any extracurricular activities hit, Blaine’s handsome face frowned and his lower lip jutted out in a pout. He quickly recovered, which spoke of his good nature.

  “Whatever you need, I’m here.”

  “Good. I believe we were at five,” Ms. Lucy said. She turned toward the audience. “Should we start over?”

  “No,” Toni said, a little too fast.

  Her plea was drowned out by a chorus of “Yes” from the applicants.

  Lucy cupped her hand to the side of her ear, and gestured toward those in attendance. “Think through your response carefully. If you were up on stage, waiting for what comes next, what would you like to happen?”

  This time, the response came back mixed—some yes’s and some no’s. “Ah, that’s what I thought. It’s fun to watch someone else being in the hot seat.” Smack! She punctuated her comment with a visual.

  Blaine, the wonder assistant, remained quiet. Lucy twirled her hand in a “come on” gesture.

  “Six!” he finally said.

  “I see we’re not starting over,” Lucy said. “I’m sure Toni’s derrière will appreciate your moderation. Now, if you’ll keep up.”

  The next slap went toward the rounded curve of the luscious Italian’s ass, right on the sweet spot.

  “Seven.”

  Smack. Over to the left.

  “Eight.”

  Despite trying to keep quiet, Toni let out little moans and her ass swayed all over the place. Not enough for those watching to probably notice but nothing went by Mistress Lucy.

  Smack. Smack.

  “Nine and ten.”

  “Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” With a gentle touch, Lucy smoothed her palm over Toni’s reddened flesh. “Thank you for your help, Blaine. You may be excused.”

  The surfer boy opened his mouth as if to say something, and then thought better of it, and returned to his seat. Lucy unwrapped the ties from Toni’s hands, and supported her while she stood.

  “You might be a little sore tomorrow,” she said, a quirk in her expression. “But you certainly will remember this interview like no other. By the way, you’re hired.”

  “Thank you, Mistress Lucy.” Toni executed a small curtsey, her hands going behind her back, and holding the aching spots. “I appreciate the vote of confidence.”

  “You possess a undeniable poise,” Lucy explained. “I expect good things from you.”

  After Toni returned to the general population, Lucy once again took center stage. “If anyone is unsure about the events that took place right here, this job may not be the right one for you. Please feel free to leave at this time. No one will think badly of you.”

  A few beats passed, Lucy watched her audience either look at the people sitting around them, stare straight ahead at her, or look at their laps. The sound of shuffling drew attention, and one by one, five people stood and walked out. Three women and two men had decided that San Francisco Sex University was not the proper workplace for them.

  “For the rest of you here, I’ll call you into my office one on one for interviews. Our lovely subject this afternoon, Toni, has already been hired and I’ll ask her to sit in with me.” She paused, giving a nod to the new art teacher. “If you’ll get dressed and meet me in the main lobby in five minutes, we’ll review our needs and agenda.”

  The collective sound of disappointment drifted through the room, and Lucy waited for the dissent to die out. “Gives you something else to think about, doesn’t it? Would you have undergone that episode in order to get hired right away? Let me tell you something. The exhibition itself didn’t guarantee employment. It was the manner in which Toni handled herself. Think about it. Blaine?”

  The subject looked up when called. “You and your brother will join us first.”

  “That’s bullshit,” one man toward the back stood and walked out. The rest of his comments were muffled as he exited.

  “Anyone else?” Lucy said. The remaining attendees stayed seated as she scrutinized the crowd. “Good. You may think I’m playing favorites, and I am. You have to understand that at SFSU, we’re going to be working closely together. Extremely closely. In order for the dynamic to work, we’re going to have to get along. Well. Now, let’s move on to the next phase.”

  She clapped, and the lights in the auditorium blinked off. A few people shouted out in surprise. With the press of a button on the remote control, a video started that talked about the philosophy of the school and its training.

  “From an early age, many of us are told that expressing our sexuality is bad, and we need to hide it,” her video self explained.

  “Don’t touch yourself.”

  “Good girls wait.”

  “You’re naughty.”

  “Slut.”

  A variety of voices with textural overlays spread across the screen. All too common teachings.

  “We’re taught to hide our desires. Well, it’s time for all that to change. I’m here to tell you to embrace them. Welcome to Sex University.”

  The film transitioned into background information about the why’s and how’s of how the school would be run, and the various programs offered. Students would be split into “tribes” while attending, and housed in co-ed dorms.

  Growing up in an Italian Catholic family, Lucy was quite familiar with what the video discussed. If it wasn’t for her early development, ahem: breasts, the family probably would have tried to
pass her off as a boy. Heaven forbid a girl would want to do the things that she did. From an early age, she’d learned about the pleasures achieved by touching where they said she shouldn’t. And in high school? Damn. Once she discovered she could have others do the dirty deed? It was all over. She was lucky the nuns didn’t throw her out of school before graduation.

  “A high sex drive,” is what she’d heard her Momma whispering to her friends over Tuesday lunch. Maybe not in those exact words, but the meaning was clear. She’d broken out before they squashed her spirit.

  Chapter Two

  After the excitement of the day and the interviews were done, Lucy sat in her office with Toni. The woman had pulled her hair back in a long braid that hung over her shoulder.

  Perfect length to pull. Lucy shook the stray thought away. As the headmistress of the school, it would be poor form to get involved with one of the instructors, no matter how alluring the subject may be.

  “You’re hiring the twin hotties, Blaine and Wayne, right?” her first employee asked.

  “You know it. Hopefully, we’ll be able to watch them mature over time. Until then, they’ll make for some good eye candy in the front office.”

  “Are you going to make them wear matching uniforms?”

  The hopeful look on Toni’s face made Lucy laugh. “I don’t think I could handle it. Probably better to insist upon them wearing contrasting attire so I can tell them apart.”

  “Oh, I’m sure you’re learn quickly. I don’t see much getting past you.”

  “From the applicants, anyone else stand out?” Lucy looked through her notes.

  “Hmmm,” Toni bite the side of her lower lip. “While the name’s not the sexist, Ralph and his take on domestic discipline was pretty hot.”

  “I see,” Lucy said, writing down the extra commentary. “I’ll take that into consideration. Do you think his last name, ‘Tingsly’ is real? A bit too contrived?”

  “Who cares.”

  “Thanks for sticking it out through the day,” Lucy said. She stretched her back. Who knew talking to employee candidates would be so exhausting? “Not regretting taking the job are you?”

  The smile that spread across Toni’s face said the complete opposite. “No way. It’s fun meeting all these people, and seeing the shape of your vision from another viewpoint.”