Physical Education (4 page)

Chapter Four

“I’d like you to relax and think soothing thoughts as I slide this in,” Mistress Lucy explained.

Immediately, Mandi felt herself doing the opposite, clenching her butt cheeks together as tightly as possible.
What was wrong with her?

“Come on dollface,” the deeper voice soothed. A shadow passed in front of her, and Mandi looked up, only to be greeted with the view of muscular thighs and the crotch of black pants stretched way too tight.
Glad some people were excited to see what was happening to her.

“That’s it,” Lucy said.

And with a slight pressure as the plug slipped past the outer muscle, it was in.

“Now, let’s see how this works,” she heard, and then right away started to feel a gentle vibrating, centered in her bottom core.

Already on edge, she moaned.

Mistress Lucy leaned over and whispered into her ear. “Imagine having that baby vibrating while someone pumps into your pussy. You’d both be feeling it.”

Mandi could only picture the described scenario too well. She squirmed against the table, trying to get just an inch of friction against her crotch, the paper lining crinkling.

“Now, now, none of that,” Lucy laughed, while stopping the vibrator. “They’ll be plenty of time for that later on.”

With the installation complete, Ms. Lucy instructed the two assistants to secure the plug with a light harness.

“You’ll only be wearing this for a short amount of time each day,” she explained, “until you’re able to work your way up to longer periods. If possible, I’d like you to keep it in through dinner. Just thinking about having it in your ass will probably make the meal stimulating,” she laughed.

“Make sure to remove it before going to sleep tonight; otherwise, things may
dry
up over night,” she added.

A slap stung against her bare butt cheek, and Mandi squealed in surprise. “That’s it,” Lucy said. “Get dressed and off you go.”

Mandi left the room feeling a bit fuller than usual. She couldn’t imagine how she was going to exist – day by day – with an extra little something-something nestled within her ass. Sure, she could take it out during, ahem, certain moments, but as a whole, she definitely knew that it was there. Still, the thought of that slight pressure inside her kind of turned her on. And knowing that Mistress Lucy could press the button at any moment? Hell, any of the trainers could get a hold of the special switch and vroom … there she would go.

The receptionist at the front counter smiled at her knowingly. Mandi wondered if everybody knew everyone else’s business at this school. Most likely. The nametag on her tight peach shirt read “Staci,” and Mandi thought it might be mandatory for all the cute helpers to end their names with an “i.”

“Here are some care items,” the receptionist said, handing her a discreet paper bag. Peeking inside, Mandi felt a full blush coming on. It wasn’t the average goodie bag after a soirée or birthday party. Inside lay a tube of lube, a dark purple storage case that must be for her new sex toy and care instructions. Just what every gal needed.

In the darkness, she quickly wound her way back to the bunkhouse. It was always amazing how much faster a return trip felt because one now knew the way. She avoided the “punishment quad,” as she thought of it, and honestly did her best to walk without her bum up in the air. Would she ever get used to the feel of such a thing?

It was just her first night there, and already she’d experienced so many new things. She could only imagine what the rest of the summer would hold.

* * * *

As she neared the dorm, she heard scattered laughter and felt a bit self-conscious about the goodie bag she was holding. Would everyone know where she’d been? It wasn’t like they were at summer camp and she’d just snuck her first kiss or something. Come on, it was a sex camp, and mechanical toys would certainly be part of the curriculum. Her experience made her start to wonder more about the others in the group.

“Hey Mandi, Mandi, sweet as candy,” sang Sam as she came through the doorway. She gave him a quick smile and nod of her head in acknowledgment. From the looks of things, with her just getting back, everyone else was heading out en mass.

“I suspect that everything went well?” Yvette, the dorm “mom” asked, eyebrows slightly raised.

“As good as could be expected,” she replied.

“Good to hear. You may want to freshen up quickly, put your things away,” she said indicating the bag Mandi held possessively in her hand, “and then we’re heading to dinner.”

With the mere mention of food, Amanda’s stomach started to growl. Seriously, she didn’t realize she was so hungry until the notion of food had been placed into her head. The day had quickly passed into night, and pretty soon it would be lights out. The school held a strict in-the-dorm curfew. The students couldn’t be found co-mingling after hours unless they had a “hall pass.” Here, the pale pink and laminated slip of paper was deemed a “play pass.”

At her bed, Amanda tucked her goodies into her locker and went in search of Claire. Their earlier excursion into the Punishment Pavilion had bonded them together. Just picturing Tatiana stretched out again, with that hunk lapping between her legs, was making Amanda feel more than a little excited herself. Combined with the pressure of the plug, it wouldn’t take much to set her off. She certainly didn’t want to get the attention of the wrong instructors on her first night there, though. No public spankings for her, thank you very much. No, for now, she’d definitely be a good girl. The summer offered plenty of time for exploration of new pleasures.

In the co-ed bathroom (no privacy anywhere), Amanda splashed water over her face and met up with Claire coming out of one of the stalls.

“How’s my favorite dom?” she asked, lightly.

Claire blushed from the tips of her ears and across her cheeks. Though she flushed pink from embarrassment, her eyes shone with excitement.

“It was totally cool, and you should see some of the instruments that I got to pick out,” she gushed. “Gonna let me practice on that tight booty of yours?”

Now it was Mandi’s turn to shudder. A few hours could certainly change a person, she thought. Claire seemed to be getting into her role right away. Well, there probably was a reason why she’d chosen that track to begin with, right?

“Only kidding,” Claire quickly followed up. “You should have seen how white your face got, girlfriend! What’s the matter? Afraid of a little spanking?”

“Not much I’m afraid of,” Mandi said, while thinking: If she only knew the truth. She may have signed up to be fucked in the ass, but there were still certain acts that she wasn’t quite comfortable with. Public display. Bondage. Losing control in front of others. All high stress points. That might have been a reason why she hadn’t been so successful at previous attempts at anal sex, to really think about it. She hadn’t wanted to give up control. The fear of the unknown was just too great, and she was afraid of letting someone else take the reins in the relationship.

For some reason, the thought of giving up control quickly made her thoughts turn toward that hunky instructor Reed again. She’d figure out his story soon enough. And maybe he’d be willing to work with her on a few of her issues. Definitely perks to the school.

Her growling stomach once again interrupted her sex thoughts. If this coitus interruptus was going to be the norm this summer, she was going to be washing a whole lot of underwear.

The rest of the crew was heading out the door, so Amanda and Claire joined up. Once again, they found themselves winding through the pathways. Soon enough, she hoped to learn her way around this place without getting lost. For now, she simply followed the person in front of her to the mess hall.

Inside, it looked like something one would see in the opening dining room scenes of a Harry Potter flick. That is, if most of the inhabitants were not underage and mostly nude. Five long rows of tables crisscrossed the floor, with sparkling white table cloths draped over them. Each dorm was assigned their own table with a nameplate. In addition to their tribe, the Hump’sa, the others were: The Pile Drivers, The French Ticklers, The G-Spot and The Hot Tub Honeys. Amanda and her bunkmates quickly found their table.

The room mixed classic Roman architecture with a definitive modern flair. White columns lay interspersed along the way, with shimmering gold and black drapery accents. Amanda took in the raised ceilings and elaborate paintings on the walls. Each scene depicted a graphic and abundant sexual act. She was going to eat in the presence of images of orgies? She realized that she was absolutely gaping, staring in wonder with her mouth hung open, so she quickly shut it.

The pictures themselves looked so complex, Amanda was tempted to get up and run her fingers along the brushstrokes to feel the texture. Not too many people took kindly though to others touching the artwork on the walls, though, so she resisted the urge.

In the front of the room was a raised platform where all the instructors sat facing out, with Ms. Lucy occupying center stage. After making sure everyone had taken a seat, Yvette left their group and set out for the “special” table. This made Amanda think of the “head” table of a wedding party; except here, there’d probably be a different meaning to “head.”

The room smelled like slowly simmered meatballs, buttered corn on the cob, and freshly baked peach pie. From her seat, Amanda took it all in, looking around. She could smell the food, but where was it?

The excited chatter hushed as Mistress Lucy stood up from her seat and became an instantly commanding presence.

“Thank you all for joining us this evening,” she started. “We hope that you’ve all settled into your sleeping quarters and find the arrangements to your liking.”

A murmur of approval spread through the room, and Amanda found herself nodding her head “yes,” too.

“While not every meal that we have will be as formal a setting as this one, we like to kick off the summer’s session with a memorable night of festivities,” she continued. “I hope that you all enjoy what the staff has prepared for you tonight, and that you’re inspired by the entertainment.”

With a sweeping flourish of her hands, Ms. Lucy gestured toward the twins Blaine and Wayne, both decked out in saucy tuxedo-inspired black shorts and crisply tailored white vests, to open the golden drapery covering one wall. Brightly costumed acrobats strolled out from behind it. A man wearing a unitard with one purple and one red leg performed multiple back flips between the rows of tables and came to a headstand in front of Mandi. His multi-colored crotch floated precariously close to her. She could easily reach out and grab his growing cock. He gave her an upside-down smile and flipped up to his feet.

The table erupted in applause, and he bowed low at the waist. Once again embarrassed by the display, Amanda wasn’t quite sure where to look, so her eyes went back to the head table and quickly found Reed. He was watching her, and if she read him right, he didn’t quite like the attention the performer had given her either.

* * * *

“Will you pass me the amphora, please?” asked Claire from a few seats down. She seemed to be addressing Amanda.

Mandi looked over the table in front of her with no clue as to what Claire was asking. “The what?”

“The amphora,” Claire repeated, pointing toward a ceramic vase on the table. “It’s that two-handled jar. It’s an ancient Greco Roman name. Historically, they were much larger. And that amphoral probably contains wine, so please pass it down.”

As she picked it up, Amanda was surprised by the heft of the jar. Even if it were empty Mandi guessed that it would be heavy. Using proper etiquette, she didn’t pour herself a glass first. Although upon hearing that there was wine at the table, her mouth automatically started to water. She could definitely do with something to help her relax about now. Too bad imbibing spirits also tended to make her horny. After the long day, she definitely didn’t need anything else to help her get amorous between the sheets, especially an amphoral of wine, she thought humorously. Who knew she’d be learning so much at a sex education school? She’d be leaving the university more well-rounded than she originally figured.

With the sounding of a few trumpets to call attention, a flurry of dancers and servers took the floor. While the servers carried trays of delicacies to each table, the entertainers intertwined with both, moving gracefully down the aisles. Amanda kept waiting for them to bump into each other, but obviously they had perfectly orchestrated their moves. As the wine made its way back to her, Amanda poured herself a glass and luxuriated in the refreshing white wine as it tantalized her tongue.

Once all the tables had been served, the room darkened and another drapery was pulled back to expose a full stage. Silence spread across the room as all eyes took in the scene before them. Amanda looked quickly to one of the images painted on the side wall, and then back to the stage where it was replicated in set design.

Two nude figures, one male and one female, came out on stage. The woman was tall with her blonde hair wrapped up in a Grecian ponytail. The bottom part of her hair draped down her chest, covering one breast. Thick gold bands wrapped around each of her ankles and wrists, and an even wider one graced her neck.

In sharp contrast, the man was dark-skinned, a warm bronzed tone. Even from where she was sitting, Amanda could see the muscled strength of his arms and his six-pack abs. What she would do to rub her tongue over those curves, she thought. And then she saw the pièce de résistance, the crowning glory of his jutting cock.

As the two performers met in the middle of the stage, her paleness blended with his darkness, and they intertwined their limbs. The woman raised one of her legs, propped it onto a bench, and he came between her legs. No foreplay, no warning, his cock deftly slid into her. Throughout the room, Amanda heard a collective sigh, and even she held her breath. Amanda looked toward the image once again, and she knew what was coming next.

The man grabbed the woman by her ass and lifted her up. Pale legs wrapped around the trunk of his body, and her head came forward, just showing over the top of his shoulder. Eyes half-mast in the throes of passion, she clamped down on his shoulder with her mouth. And then they froze, capturing the exact pose of the picture on the wall.