Physical Education

by Bacio, Louisa

With one hand on her leash, and the other holding onto her wrist with a firm grasp, Reed led her up a set of four stairs and out onto a platform. He clicked the end of the leash onto a tether in the center of the stage.

  Mandi felt her heart start to race and panic begin to set in. What was he going to do? She had a feeling that he was going to put her on public display. Last night, she had gotten off on watching Sam and Johnny together… but now the tables were going to be turned.

  Maybe he didn’t really mean to go through with it. He could teach her a lesson without going all the way.

  The set look on his face told another story. “It’s about time that you learned to control yourself, and to listen,” Reed said. “I’m afraid this is the only way to get through to you.”

  She bit her lower lip and shook her head, remembering her first day at the school and coming across the public displays. So far she’d done a good job avoiding the rack, but not this time.

  Reed lead her to a contraption that looked like a sawhorse – soft padded legs spread apart on either side, and the trunk of the device stretched forward. “Lean over this,” Reed said indicating the rack, “stomach down and ass high in the air.”

  She hesitated. “Come on now,” he said. “You can leave your mini on, but lose the thong.”

  She slipped the black underwear over her hips and into her hand, looking around for a spot to place them.

  “Ah, here, give them to me,” Reed said, sticking them in his pocket. For some reason, he seemed almost as nervous as she felt. “Now, go on.”

  Mandi leaned over the padding, not quite sure what to expect next. “There’s a handhold up there, reach up and grab it.” As soon as she did, an assistant appeared to help strap her in. Blaine gave her a slight smile, and then wrapped a leather band around her wrists, which matched the one on her neck, stretching her up even further.

  Reed placed his palm on her inner thigh. “Now, spread these apart,” he said giving the tingling skin a light tap. As Mandi spread out, another strap bound each leg to the table leg, raising her up. She felt the embarrassment bring a rise to her cheeks. Her ass and all her nether regions on display for everyone to see. In public.

  A breeze picked up and, in spite of her public shaming, her nipples raised to attention.

  “So, what do we have here?” Mandi heard an all-too familiar female voice of authority: Lucy. The headmistress could easily become the bane of her existence. The woman who haunted her dreams. How could she possibly fear and desire the temptress at the same time? Mandi looked up from her bindings, only to meet the taunt waist of the school’s headmistress.

  “What a pretty little public display,” Lucy said as she walked around Mandi’s body, running a finger across her shoulder and down her back. There was no mistaking the amusement in her voice. “Do you have a good show planned for the crowd, Reed?”

  Crowd, thought Mandi. What constitutes a crowd? She turned toward her right, as far as her leash would allow her and, sure enough, the quad was filled with others. All there, in order to watch her humiliation. In the front row stood the S&M instructor Ralph Tingsly, who would normally be doling out the punishment.

  Reed strode toward her head, a thumping ringing out. As he came into her peripheral vision, Mandi could decipher what he was carrying – a paddle that looked like a red padded table tennis racket. He was going to spank her with a ping-pong paddle? What, was she back in high school?

  “Need any help up there?” Ralph called out from his vantage point in the audience.

  Fortunately, Reed turned down the offer of help. Whenever Amanda saw the S&M instructor Ralph, she did her best to head the other way. Ever since that first night when she saw how he relished administering punishment on poor Tatiana, the woman who feared coming in front of others, Amanda feared falling under his scrutiny. It wasn’t that he acted strangely around her, or had said anything specifically. It was more the way he looked at her. As if he knew what she would look like naked and stretched out over a wooden bench, with her ass up for display. And now, here she was.

  Before this moment, she could admit to herself that she got just a little bit of thrill thinking about the situation, but deep down she knew that wasn’t what she wanted. In fact, she dreaded it more than anything. Claire may have been at the school to uncover her S&M fantasies and desires, but Amanda wanted nothing to do with them. Wrap them up in a box, tape it shut and stick it in a closet. That’s how she seriously felt about the entire thing. She could go for a little bit of delayed sexual gratification. Or, maybe even pushing the kinky envelope a bit – one on one. But beyond that? Well, that was beyond her comfort zone. She didn’t want to come to the attention of Mr. Tingly, as some students liked to call him behind his back.

  What he administered was far from a gentle tingle. Amanda imagined more of a prolonged pain. Reed, though, she fantasized, could probably do much more.

  Reed ran his hand along the curve of her ass. “Are you ready for this?”

  From Reed’s perspective, Ms. Mandi made for an arousing sight. What he would do to skip all the public performance, lose the look-e-loos in the audience, push up her still-too-covering mini and push himself into her waiting sex.

  Since feeling her hands against him the night before, all he could honestly think about was doing more. He toyed with the idea of letting her and the guys off, but then he thought about his dual role. Having her out and about the campus after hours certainly wasn’t safe. From a law enforcement position, he wanted her to get the message not to do it again, and as an official sex ed. instructor, he knew that it was his duty to enforce the rules of the school.

  Then again, those who broke the rules usually did so for a reason: They wanted to get caught.

  From a strictly personal standpoint, he wanted to keep Amanda all to himself. Fuck the rules of the university. If he could keep her strapped down to his bed rather than on this public display, he would. And, there still was that possibility in the future. Right now, though, she needed to know the punishments that came with disobedience. From the feel of the wetness coating her panties, she might be hesitant of what was about to happen, but deep down she also was craving the discipline.

  Amanda had enrolled in the university and – for better or worse – signed away her sexual training to the school. No one had coerced her into this position. She’d come willingly and well aware of the risks. Skipping out last night was one choice, and who knows what she might have done with her two “tribe-mates” if Reed hadn’t come along.

  Later, he planned on schooling her in her physical responsiveness – see how hot and bothered he could get her, and how long she could delay coming. Right now, though, it was time for a little bit of paddle loving.

  What was taking him so damn long? Amanda thought. The sooner he got started, the sooner she’d be finished. Despite her initial fear, she could feel increasing wetness between her legs.

  “Don’t tell me that this is going to hurt you more than me,” she said.

  Reed laughed in response. “Oh, I’m sure that you’re going to remember and feel this spanking tomorrow much more than I will.”

  The first smack rained down on her right cheek, and she yelped. It didn’t hurt as much as surprised her. He quickly followed that one with another in the same spot, increasing the smartness. She bit down on her bottom lip, determined not to cry out with each smack of the paddle.

  He moved over to her left cheek with a volley of strokes. With each strike, the heat on her ass increased. At the same time, though, so did her sexual excitement. Eyes closed in concentration, she thought about what it would feel like to have him take her from behind, doggy-style, afterward: her hot ass against his crotch, and the added sensation of each stroke pushing her closer and closer to orgasm.

  When Reed first started, she heard the roar of the crowd cheering him on, but then everything else fell away and all she could do was concentrate on what she was feeling. It was as if nothing else existed except that damn paddle and her fiery derr
iere.

  She lost count, and the pain increased; she tried to wiggle away from the unrelenting paddle to no avail. Her binds were too tight, and not forgiving enough. The only way she could really move was up, and lifting her ass higher in the air only gave the crowd a better show of her pussy.

  Soon enough, Reed stopped and the absence of him concerned her. Where had he gone? Was he done? Straining against her collar, she attempted to look for him, but he had been directly out of her line of eyesight. She heard a sloshing sound, as if something was being dipped in a barrel-full of ice, and then she felt him: his shockingly cold hand over the bare flesh of her ass.

  “Oh my god, Reed. What are you doing?”

  “Tell me that you won’t go out again after hours,” he said, running his hand over the steaming flesh on the other side. She shrieked at the contrast in temperatures. “You’ll obey the school’s rules from now on.”

  “Yes, yes. Whatever you say…”

  “Because if you haven’t learned your lesson, we can continue on. Once I cool you down, I can heat you up again.”

  “I promise. I promise to do whatever you say,” she said.

  Reed moved close enough to her so only she could hear what he was saying. “I like the sound of that.”

  After Reed un-tethered her, he then led her to a private chamber. Instrumental music floated through the room, and a light floral incense added to the intoxicating and alluring environment.

  Eyes closed, she tuned out everything else, except for the sensations. Amazing how such an isolated small vibration could cause such a rip current of sensation throughout her entire body.

  Legs pulled apart and restrained, she couldn’t close them, or shy away from the toy that Reed wielded even if she had wanted to. The power of her body stripped away caused an oddly ironic freedom to.

  Reed administered the smallest little vibrating egg to her clit. That word “administered” sounded so clinical, medical, but wasn’t this an experiment? A test to see how much sensation she could take before diving off into the climax zone? No foreplay. No kissing. No heavy petting. No entry, for heaven’s sake. Just direct clitoral stimulation.

  And, whoa, as her hips began to spasm off the cushioned table, and her pussy cried out to be filled, that torturous Reed said, “not yet, honey,” and moved the vibrating egg away.

  Amanda wanted to scream in frustration. She’d always been a fast comer. Who could really argue with that talent in a woman? Sure, men were known for their staying power, but think of her as being responsive. So what if she tended to want to take a little nap after a vigorous bout of sex? The problem was making sure her partner also was satisfied before getting some shut-eye.

  The magic wonder egg came down once again, and whooo-weee, she cranked right back up again.

  In the past, Amanda hadn’t played with electric toys too much, and now she was starting to majorly question why.

  The pressure built as she reveled in the mechanical motions. She easily imagined Reed doing so much more, being tucked between her legs, lapping at her clit, slipping a few fingers into her, readying her for his hefty cock. Oh, yeah.

  And then the sadist turned off the toy again.

  “Oh, come on!” she moaned. “That’s just not fair.”

  She pulled at the restraints on her wrists and caught a wicked-looking gleam in Reed’s eyes. What was he up to?

  He reached under the table, out of her view, and brought out a small bag that looked awfully familiar. Then realization dawned on her.

  “What are you planning to do with that?” she asked.

  “I think you know all too well,” Reed countered.

  In one hand, he held the little butt plug that she’d been fitted for, and he squeezed a glob of lube over it and his finger.

  “Now, take a few deep breaths,” he said, “and try not to tense up.”

  She felt his finger gliding over the tender opening and then ever-so-slowly entering her, followed by the plug. She felt a delicious pressure, and she fantasized about what it would feel like to be filled and stretched even further.

  “I’m not going to be able to last,” she said. “It’s too much.”

  “You haven’t felt anything yet,” he said, turning on the vibrating plug. Then he brought the egg down on her clit once again, and it took all of her concentration not to jump off the table.

  With both areas being stimulated, she felt even more oddly empty. She longed for Reed to slide into her, to feel him pumping furiously inside. She gritted her teeth, doing her best to hold out just a little bit longer.

  “Come for me, Amanda,” Reed said. “It’s time. Come for me now.”

  Glorious contractions flowed through her lower stomach, sending her senses soaring. She felt her anal muscles squeezing tight around the vibrating object as wave upon wave of orgasm rolled through her. More and more, as Reed rolled the vibrating egg over her clit, until she couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Please stop, Reed,” she begged.

  He didn’t.

  When the vibrations finally stopped, Amanda felt the plug being slowly removed. She lay limp on the table, relishing the feeling of relaxation.

  Reed released the ties on her ankles, and her muscles relaxed even further as he brought her legs back together. Next, she felt him move up toward her arms until one was free. As he reached over her to undo the strap on the other wrist, he had to lean over her body. She could definitely discern his arousal. Guess he wasn’t quite so impervious to her naked body, after all, she thought. Throughout it all, she was vaguely worried that if he wasn’t directly touching her or fucking her, it meant that he really wasn’t all that attracted to her.

  As their eyes met, a shiver of anticipation ran through Amanda. Reed’s eyes were clouded with desire. She arched up toward him, rubbing her chest against his obvious erection, and caught his full bottom lip between her teeth. She rolled her tongue against the moist flesh, sucking on it, and letting him know how she could handle his cock.

  He moaned into her mouth and kissed her back with an intensity she hadn’t felt from him before.

  If Amanda was trying to drive him insane, then she certainly was succeeding. It took everything in him not to plunge into her wet slit during that escapade. He could smell her arousal, which only made him want her even more. And her cries of passion just about made him come in his pants again like a horny teenager.

  He was torn between teaching her staying power – holding off her own orgasm, and the desire to push her over the edge of pleasure. When they were together, he wanted a much different scene. Not some clinical room. No, call him old fashioned after all this, but he wanted a soft bed, billowy blankets and all the privacy and time in the world to explore each other’s bodies. Too bad his cock didn’t want the same thing.

  Now the vixen had her hand on his crotch, and his willpower was just about history.

  “Didn’t you say that part of this lesson was for me to learn to please my partner, before going to sleep?” Amanda asked, her big brown eyes looking at him demurely. The slight smile on her lips read completely differently. “It doesn’t look like I’m done here.”

  He weighed keeping her strapped down on the table, straddling her and making her suck his cock from that position. That wasn’t going to cut it, though. He wanted to feel not just her mouth, but also her hands on him. As soon as he loosened the last restraint, she pulled herself free, sitting up on the table and immediately taking over.

  Very soon, he felt like he was going to be the student, and she would teach him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget.

  Chapter Ten

  The warm lotion soothed the soreness of her calf muscles, curving along the line of her leg. Strong fingers moved down to the balls of her feet, stretching out the arch, which had been confined to heels too often as of late. The technician then gently pulled at each toe, increasing the pleasure. He wrapped warm towels around her legs before moving on to paint her toenails.

  In the common room of the dorm
, Amanda luxuriated in the attention. She usually did her own nails. To have someone pamper her without question doubled the exquisiteness of the experience.

  She grew sleepy. Behind her closed eyes, Mandi pictured Reed from the night before: The heavy-lidded look he gave her as his pleasure overtook him, and the curve of his back to his ass when she later left him sated.

  She certainly hadn’t come to Sex U. to meet someone. In fact, when she signed away the “use” of her body upon entering the school, it was the last thing she expected. Now here she was: hesitant to continue on, and why? Because of a night with a man with whom she hadn’t even had sex yet? The once-hot towels had cooled and Mandi felt a chill spread through her.

  With her normal olive-toned shin now looking pale and ashen, Claire came into the dorm, tears streaming down her face. She looked lost, as if she wasn’t aware of her surroundings, as if she hadn’t been living in this space for almost a month.

  “What’s going on?” Amanda asked.

  The pixie blonde replied by shaking her head and then burrowing into the corner cushion, arms curled over her knees, face tucked into her arms. Sobs wracked her body.

  With her blue-painted toes splayed not to smear the fresh color, Amanda scooted down the plush sofa until she was next to Claire. Stroking her back, she soothed, “Come on, honey, talk to me. It can’t be all that bad.”

  “He said that I don’t have what it takes,” Claire hiccupped. “He said that I’d never be a dom. I’m too weak, and I might as well just give up and go home now.”

  “Who?” Amanda asked.

  “Professor Tingsly. And that’s all that’s left for me to do now.

  “I’m a failure.”

  Amanda weighed what she knew about Claire against the S&M professor. “I can’t believe that,” she said, “I’d love for you to spank me, any day.”

  Claire gave a little chuckle. “Yeah? Thanks for that. Just not sure what I’m going to do now.”

  “Don’t let him dissuade you,” Amanda said. “It’s probably all part of the game. Maybe you should go talk to Ms. Lucy tonight. See if you have any other alternatives to continuing with that ass of a teacher.”