by Lena Gordon
“No ma’am.” Mia bent her head and Evan’s cock immediately stiffened at her submissiveness. Had that been on his questionnaire? He racked his brain to remember if he’d expressed a desire to see his strong-willed wife submit. If he hadn’t, he sure as hell did now.
When Mia turned to enter the change room, Evan couldn’t resist giving her delicious ass a smack before following Desiree down the hall to his own change room.
Every nerve in Mia’s body was tingling when she left Evan and the headmistress in the hallway. There was something overwhelmingly erotic just being in the Institute. A vibe in the air or something. But without even stepping foot into a classroom, Mia was sure her sex life would be forever changed. As she moved through the change room, looking for her locker, every inch of her body hummed with the sexual energy coursing through it.
When she found her locker, she pulled out the small package that held her uniform and unwrapped it. She wasn’t sure what she would find, since she’d left that line on the questionnaire mostly blank. Mia was surprised to find that when asked what outfits turned her on, she really had no idea. All she knew was that she always felt sexy in lace panties. So that’s all she’d written.
A green and blue plaid skirt, if you could call it a skirt, was the first thing she found. And, frankly, the most obvious. It was a school after all, so she’d expected some form of traditional school uniform. Mia slipped her jeans and t-shirt off before pulling the skirt over her hips. It didn’t do much to cover her pussy and the way it flipped up in the back, Mia knew her ass was exposed. The thought of anyone seeing her gave her a new thrill.
Next, she pulled a red lacy push-up bra out of the package and fastened it in place. It felt at least two sizes too small and Mia did some tugging and jiggling to get her breasts in place. When she straightened up and looked down, even she was shocked to see how large her regular B cups looked in the pretty bra. They were shoved and pressed up, almost to her chin, giving her a deep cleavage she never would have imagined possible. Her aureoles pinked under the lace and the gentle chafe set her nipples into tight, hard peaks that almost popped out of the top of the bra.
She pulled on the thigh-high stockings and knotted a tiny white blouse around her midriff that left her red bra fully exposed. There were instructions to pull her long blond hair into a high ponytail and rouge her cheeks and apply the deep red lipstick with the supplied makeup. Mia was almost finished with the preparations when she realized she still didn’t have any panties on. The last thing in the package was a pair of ridiculously high-heeled red patent leather shoes.
“Oh no,” Mia said and shook her head at the shoes. Never in her life had she put on such high heels. They must have been at least five inches and they looked extremely painful. The idea of walking down the hall in them terrified her, but it also excited her, so she slipped her feet in to each shoe and slowly got to her feet.
She wobbled for a moment before taking her first tentative step. Not too bad. She took another and gradually made her way across the tile floor to the full-length mirror. Holy shit.
Mia stumbled backwards and almost fell completely when she saw her image reflecting back at her. She didn’t even recognize herself. And she was fucking hot. More than a school girl, which is what she expected to look like. The red bra and shoes, coupled with the rouged cheeks and red lips, made her look like a slutty school girl who would suck the math teacher’s cock to guarantee an A.
The effect was shocking. And a huge turn-on. Mia pivoted slowly, taking in the whole look. When she turned backwards, the realization that her ass was still bare hit her again and something in her gut clenched with the knowledge that there would be nothing covering her pussy when she walked into class.
Crap. Class.
She’d been so wrapped up in getting ready, Mia had totally forgotten about her first class and hadn’t Desiree said she should hurry? As quickly as possible, Mia hurried to where she’d left her folder and glanced through the first page of directions.
Pleasures 101 − Room 21 9:30 p.m.
Mia glanced at the clock—9:35.
Being late for the first class was never good. Her own experience as a high school teacher taught her that. And so far, the Institute was nothing like her school. She gathered up her things, shoved them into the locker and headed out into the hall. It only took her a few steps to realize that if she moved her hips elaborately from side to side, she could walk much smoother in the heels. Plus, it made her feel ridiculously sexy, and the cool breeze created just from moving whistled between her legs, hitting her freshly waxed mound, creating a completely new to her and totally welcome sensation.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
She put her hand on the doorknob of Room 21 and hesitated just a moment. A shiver of anticipation ran through her as she realized what she must look like. A sexy, slutty school girl late for the first day of class. But everyone in the class would look the same way, she reasoned to herself. After all, it was sex school.
And, if she was going to look the part, she might as well play it. Fixing a hand on her hip, and a sexy pout she’d give her teacher to get her out of trouble, Mia turned the door handle and sashayed into the room to start her lesson.
Chapter Three
When Mia walked into the room with that tiny skirt on and her luscious breasts all but bursting out of her top, Evan immediately sat up and took notice. As did his cock.
Damn, she’d never looked so hot. Why hadn’t he ever thought to give her a sexy outfit to wear before? Before class had even begun, Evan was ready to move on to the advanced lesson and take her into the coat room.
But before he had a chance to tell Mia how freakin’ awesome she looked, the instructor, whom up until that point, had been sitting quietly behind a desk, stood up and strode over to the door.
“Ms. Wallace,” the instructor said. “You’re late.” He wasn’t an imposing man—fairly average, really. In fact, Evan expected a sex school instructor to look different, maybe like something out of one of the porn movies he’d seen. But this teacher looked like just a regular guy. There was something in his voice, though, that demanded respect. And even from where Evan was sitting, he could see the uncertainty cross Mia’s face.
“I’m sorry, Mr....”
“My name is Dex. But you will address me as Professor.” The man’s voice reverberated around the room. “And lateness will not be tolerated, Ms. Wallace. You’ve kept the class waiting. Do you have an explanation for everyone?”
Evan watched Mia’s gaze travel over the rest of the group, much like he’d done when he’d arrived. There were three other couples in the room. They were all about the same age, somewhere in their late twenties to thirties, Evan figured. And for whatever reason, that made him feel better. At least he and Mia weren’t the only young couple who were looking for a little spice in the bedroom.
“Well, Ms. Wallace?” the professor said. He didn’t take his eyes off her and the intensity he was staring at Evan’s wife with made Evan squirm in his seat. Also, the fact that he kept referring to Mia as “Ms.” upset him. She was his, dammit. Ms. implied she was available. And she most certainly was not.
“I...I was...” Mia stumbled over her words. A blush colored her almost exposed breasts, making her look every bit the chastised school girl. Evan had never seen her so unsure. She was one of the most confident women he’d ever met. Always in charge and in control of the situation.
“I was getting changed,” Mia said finally.
The professor took a step back and looked her up and down, with a lingering gaze that again made Evan want to jump out of his seat and grab his woman. But something kept him in place. He was curious to see how the scene in front of him would play out.
“It looks like you missed a piece,” the professor said. He took a ruler off his desk and using it, he lifted the hem of Mia’s already indecently short skirt, so her freshly waxed pussy was clearly visible.
Evan’s cock hardened and strained against
the jeans he wore. He should have been incensed by the way this other man was exposing his wife to a room full of strangers, but he’d never before been so turned on.
Mia’s skin flushed and Evan could see her tremble, but she didn’t lower her skirt.
“There were no panties in my locker, Professor,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
The professor pulled his ruler away and turned, walking slowly across the room, smacking it against his palm as he went. “So, you’ve not only made the entire class wait for you, but you’re not even properly clothed. Is that right, Ms. Wallace?”
Mia didn’t say anything. For the first time, she glanced at Evan and pleaded with her eyes for him to help her out.
Evan hesitated, but only for a second. His desire to see how the instructor would handle the situation was strong, but he couldn’t ignore Mia.
“Professor,” Evan said as he rose from his seat. “I’m sure Mia didn’t mean to be late. It’s the first day and all, and panties or not, she looks pretty great.”
The instructor spun around on his heel and smacked the ruler down on the desk. The sound reverberated through the room. “Mr. Wallace, I don’t believe anyone addressed you.”
Feeling properly chastised, Evan moved to sit down, but then had a change of heart. “Professor, Mia is my wife and—”
“I’m aware of who she is, Mr. Wallace.” The instructor took two steps towards Mia, who trembled but held her ground. “Sit down so I can finish this and begin the lesson,” he said to Evan.
Surprising even himself, Evan did as he was told, more eager than ever to see how it would play out.
When Evan had stood up in defense of her, Mia felt a flutter of excitement that her man would defend her. To be honest, she was already pretty excited and had to fight the urge to rub her legs together to ease the building pressure in her crotch. The professor was an intimidating instructor and not normally her type, but the way he commanded the room, and especially her, was making her wet.
She watched while he addressed Evan and with a lingering look, her husband returned to his seat. She could tell he was just as interested to see what the instructor would do to her as she was.
Mia waited for what seemed like forever, while the professor paced across the room and back again, all the while tapping his ruler against his muscular thigh.
When he opened his mouth to speak, Mia’s stomach contracted, and for a brief moment, she thought she might come right there on the spot.
“Bend over, Ms. Wallace,” Dex said. “When you don’t listen, there are consequences.”
Bend over?
Mia’s mind raced. He couldn’t really mean he was going to strike her with that ruler? Surely not. Had she agreed to corporal punishment?
Her heart quickened with the realization that she, in fact, had agreed. It was part of the questionnaire, and while Mia and Evan had never experimented with bondage or spanking before, the idea excited her.
Judging by the slick between her legs, it more than excited her.
Mia did as she was told and bent over, exposing her bare ass to the classroom full of strangers.
There was a murmur of approval that rippled through the class and Mia was pretty sure she could pick out Evan’s groan of approval. Or was it something else?
The instructor ignored her, and her bare ass, and continued to address the class. “Ms. Wallace has done a fabulous job demonstrating your first lesson. Can anyone tell me what it is?”
The absurdity of the fact that he would be addressing a room full of adults as if they were regular students, while she had her ass in the air, fully exposed, was not lost on Mia.
She couldn’t see who raised her hand, but he called on someone who’d obviously been paying attention. “You have to follow instructions,” the unseen woman said.
“That’s right,” Dex agreed. “Can you tell me why that’s important?”
The star pupil, who was quickly becoming the teacher’s pet, piped up again, “If you can’t follow instructions, you won’t be able to please your partner.”
“That’s exactly right.”
There was a whooshing sound and the ruler landed with a small smack on her bare ass cheek.
Mia jumped and a flood of heat flowed to her center. She had to resist the incredibly intense urge to squirm and relive some of the pressure in her crotch.
The professor continued speaking as if nothing had happened. “I’m sure everyone in this room has said something to the effect of, ‘Tell me what you want?’ or ‘What feels good?’ to their partner. Am I right?”
Mia craned her head to see the class, who were all nodding and agreeing with their teacher. Even Evan, whose gaze was fixed squarely on her ass, was nodding his assent.
“How can you expect to please your partner when he or she does, in fact, tell you what they want, when you aren’t listening?” he said. “The fact is, most people ask because that’s what’s expected of them, but they’re too preoccupied with themselves to listen to the answer. And if you aren’t paying attention, you won’t be able to please your partner.”
Mia was intent on watching Evan, so she missed it when the professor once again came closer and with a swift flick of his wrist, brought the ruler down squarely across both ass cheeks.
Mia jumped and couldn’t restrain her yelp of pain and the tear that sprang to her eyes, accompanied by the intense heat that unfurled in her core. But still, she didn’t stand until she was given the instruction. “You may rise, Ms. Wallace.”
When she straightened, there was an unmistakable gush of wetness between her legs that slipped down her thigh and Mia distinctly noticed the absence of her panties.
Chapter Four
Evan didn’t miss the way Mia’s legs rubbed together as she made her way across the room. He watched her progress across the room, and could smell her excitement when she sat in the chair next to him.
After the show she’d inadvertently put on for the class, there was no missing Mia’s lack of panties and he knew she was stirring in her own juices after the scolding the professor had given her. Literally.
If only they weren’t in this classroom, he’d give her the pounding of a lifetime.
His eyes raked over her, resting on her deep cleavage in the skanky school girl outfit. It was fucking hot and he couldn’t remember the last time she’d looked so slutty. Evan had no trouble imagining her lush, red lips wrapped around his cock. But he forced himself to focus on what the teacher was saying.
“Instruction is a crucial part of the sexual relationship,” the professor said. “There are times when your partner will know exactly how they want to be touched and how they want you to treat them. When they communicate those needs to you, you better be listening.” The instructor stopped and it felt as if he stared right at Evan.
I’m listening, Evan wanted to scream.
But had he been?
He glanced over at Mia, whose breasts were heaving against her red bra, threatening to burst from her tiny top with every breath. His cock hardened further at the sight of her.
No, he thought. I most certainly haven’t been listening. But damned if he wasn’t listening to every little thing her body was telling him now and it was most definitely telling him to bend her over a table and take her. Hard.
But in a room full of strangers, Evan knew that wasn’t about to happen. He settled for sliding his hand over her creamy exposed thigh.
Mia’s thighs spread open in invitation, and a small sigh escaped her lips, but she didn’t take her eyes off the professor.
At the front of the class, he was saying something about communication and how even when your partner didn’t know how to express what they wanted, an in-tune lover could read the needs of the other without exchanging a word. Evan was certainly reading Mia. Her eyes closed and her red lips parted as he slid his fingers up her thigh, and under the tiny scrap of fabric that was her skirt.
“Mr. Wallace?”
Evan started at his name and jerked his
hand away. Mia let out a sigh of frustration and they both turned their attention to the front of the class. “It looks as if you’re ready to move on to the practical portion of the class.”
Oh, he was ready all right.
“And Ms. Wallace? How exactly do you feel about that?”
Mia nodded and made a noise that could only be taken as consent. Evan’s cock strained for release.
“Okay,” Dex said with a small smile. “It looks as if I made my point and my lesson was successful.” He turned to face the rest of the classroom. “Does anyone have any questions about communication? Can you see now how—with the Wallaces’ very successful example—the importance of listening to your partner, especially what he or she is not saying?”
Evan’s mind was spinning and it was next to impossible to concentrate when he could hear Mia’s heavy breathing, and see her chest heaving up and down out of the corner of his eye. But he forced himself to listen to Dex, because after all, that was the whole point of being at the school. They were supposed to be learning so they could improve their sex life, not just watching another man turn his wife on to the point where she could barely sit down. That was hot, too, Evan thought, letting his mind wander again.
But no. He needed to focus. Dex was still talking. Something about a homework exercise. That was the good part.
“So, each class will follow a slightly different format,” Dex said. “There will be times, like tonight, where I will set up a scene, and play it out in order to make a point. Other nights, we may all go into the auditorium to watch graduates of the Institute demonstrate a technique for our benefit. Regardless, there will always be a chance to discuss what we’ve seen as a class, followed by suggestions for homework and in some instances, assignments.”
Assignments? Evan almost laughed aloud. Would they be graded on their assignments? He couldn’t even imagine how that process would work.