Physical Education (7 page)

To need someone though – that scared the hell out of her.

Still with her back to Reed, she felt him place his hands on her hips and turn her around. Gently, more than she would have predicted, he placed a hand on either side of her face and drew her closer.

“What do you think you were doing out here?” he asked, bringing his lips close to hers. “You could have put yourself in danger.”

Momentarily, she thought he meant by being out with two guys, and then as his lips touched hers, she lost all thought process and became lost in the feeling of rightness.

Ever so softly, his tongue ran along the bottom of her lip, as if asking for entry. She opened her mouth slightly with a sigh, and pressed her body into his. With that small acquiesce, he was in, and with each stroke of his tongue, their kisses grew more fevered. If she thought she was turned on earlier by watching the boys make out, it was nothing compared to this one-on-one action.

Reed wrapped one of his arms around her back and walked her backward, toward the soft cushions. Amanda felt her pulse quicken. She sunk back into the cushions with Reed on top of her. Between her legs, she could feel his manhood pressing against her from inside his sweat shorts. They offered little barrier, and it didn’t take much imagination for her to figure out how much he wanted her.

His hands slipped beneath her light sweater and, as one thumb rubbed against her already hard nipple, she thanked the gods for easy access. As the sensations lit her nerve endings on fire, she arched upward, against his hard cock, and lifted her neck. He took the offering, running his mouth along her jaw line, to her neck, and finally stopping to suck the tender spot below her ear.

“You feel so fucking good,” Reed said. “How I wanted you. You being here with those guys really got to me.”

“I didn’t want them,” she tried to explain. She was more excited by the thought of watching them than being with them. Like a man possessed, Reed took her mouth back, stopping any possibility of explanation.

She was dying to see what he felt like, so she slipped one of her hands into his shorts. Bare slick skin greeted her fingers. The tip of his cock was wet with his pre-come, and as she brushed against the sensitive skin, Reed sucked in a breath and jerked his hips back in surprise.

She gripped him harder, pumping his cock in a firm sliding motion, up and down, feeling his skin move with her, increasing the friction.

“I can’t take much of that sweetness,” he said. “You’re going to make me come like a school-boy.”

“So come,” she said, feeling the power of him. “Let me feel how much you want me.”

Thick come jettisoned over her hand. Reed’s body twitched, and he reached down to kiss her once, twice, three times, before shifting to the side of her body and laying next to her.

“Told you I couldn’t take too much of that,” he said, breathing loudly. “Usually, I have much more staying power.”

“You’ll have to convince me of that later,” she said. “For now, I’ll believe you.”

She wiped her hand along the inside of his shorts and brought it out of the waistband, patting the outside of where his now-sated penis lay as a reminder.

“What about you?” Reed asked, his hand trailing the inside of her thigh. “Need an official, authorized release?”

Amanda was sorely tempted, but something held her back. Maybe it was the thought of being too intimate with Reed right away. But after what she’d been learning, seeing and doing at the sex school the last week… that seemed more than silly.

“Why don’t you forgive my earlier ‘infraction?’” she suggested.

“Now what would be the fun in that?” Reed laughed.

Chapter Eight

When Reed had brought her back to the dorm the night before, Amanda thought she’d have difficulty falling asleep. That didn’t prove to be a problem. Waking up early did.

Someone was shaking her leg. Amanda slowly opened her eyes, taking in the pure color of turquoise in the morning sunshine, and then she realized that it was Claire sitting on the edge of her bed. Her friend looked resplendent in the clingy v-neck T-shirt dress.

“Hey there, sleepyhead,” Claire said. “What happened to you last night? The boys came back, and then I tried waiting up for you… but I must have fallen asleep.”

Amanda felt herself smile. “Reed happened to me.”

“Oh, do tell,” Claire teased. “Was he as good as you imagined?”

Flitting through the events of the previous evening, Amanda waited before answering. “Yes, mostly. We didn’t do much, but what we did do… can that man ever kiss.”

The chatter of others in the bunk reached Amanda’s ears, and she noticed her two accomplices Sam and Johnny heading her way. The two seemed closer than the night before and, from first impressions, Sam looked more laid back. Less like he had something to prove.

“So dish,” Johnny said. “What happened after your
boyfriend
chased us out of there?”

“He’s definitely not my boyfriend,” Amanda countered. “Anyways, I’m more interested to what happened between the two of you?”

The two men exchanged a simmering look with equally wide smiles.

“Did I miss something else?” Claire asked.

“Nothing too monumental, sweet cheeks,” Sam joked.

At Sam’s comment, Johnny looked a bit stricken and then shook it off. “Just another night at Sex University,” he added, laughing.

Amanda didn’t have much time to weigh Johnny’s light banter in comparison with his demeanor. Yvette walked up behind them.

“Wilkinson, Singh and Short. I want to see the three of you in my office. Pronto,” Yvette bellowed.

Johnny and Sam literally jumped when they heard her voice from behind them. “Yes, ma’am,” they said in unison.

She eyed Amanda in bed, and then turned around and headed the way that she’d come from.

“Uh-oh,” Claire said, voicing all their thoughts, “looks like someone might be in trouble.”

First, Amanda needed to get ready. “Give me five minutes,” she said, “and I’ll meet you in there.”

With a nod of his head, Sam left for parts unknown. Johnny stood by the side of her bed for a few beats more, as if he was waiting to say something else and then he, too, left.

“What’s going on between those two?” Claire asked. “One minute they seemed all chummy, and the next they had clammed up.”

Amanda recalled the image of Sam’s cock riding Johnny’s stretched-open mouth and shook her head. “Not my story to tell,” she said, getting up and grabbing some clothes. “If I don’t see you at breakfast, hopefully I’ll catch you later.”

By the time she had made it to Yvette’s office, both Sam and Johnny had already gone in. The door was partway open, and inside she could hear voices. She paused with her hand on the doorknob. She wasn’t quite sure what was going to happen once she entered, and she certainly wasn’t prepared for what took place.

Three of the people present, she had anticipated. The fourth, Reed, she had not. Sure, she knew that he was one of the instructors, and it would probably be part of his duty to turn the curfew breakers in. That he would do so right away, without any seeming hesitation, surprised her.

“Come on in, Ms. Wilkinson,” Yvette said. “It seems like not only do you like to break the rules, but you’re also rude enough to keep us all waiting.”

“I had to get dressed,” she murmured, looking for a spot to sit.

“And, you like to make excuses rather than owning up to your mistakes,” Yvette continued. “Please take a seat.” The dorm “mother” directed her to a spot opposite Reed. The chairs in the room had been laid out in an informal semi-circle, with Yvette in the middle of the arc. The office itself was decorated in a modern Asian infusion – sparse but comfortable. On the closest shelf next to her, Amanda took in a row of books that all seemed to deal with corporal punishment. The most obvious, “Crime and Punishment,” resembled the classic literary novel, except the cover showed a thong-wearing woman leaning over a padded bench. Her pale skin sported pink blotches on the rounded cheeks of her ass.

“Found something interesting, Ms. Wilkinson?” Reed asked. Feeling her own face turn a shade of red, she turned toward him, and he winked at her. “Fitting, since we’re here to discuss the appropriate punishment for you and your two friends here.

“Did you think that I was going to forget your little ‘infraction’?” he asked.

“I could hope…” she replied.

Clearing her throat to stop the banter, Yvette said, “Ms. Wilkinson, we take the rules that we have at Sex U. seriously. If you don’t abide by them, there will be consequences. And, if you don’t agree to those consequences, you will be dismissed from the premises.”

Yvette looked over the three of them, pausing with the seriousness of the subject. Who knew that sneaking out and catching a little bit of action could cause such turmoil? Sure, they might get “spoken to,” Amanda thought, but kicked off campus? Really?

“From what was ascertained, you were a bit of a ring leader, if you will, last night,” Yvette said.

Shocked, Amanda looked at both Sam and Johnny, but neither would meet her eyes. “Because of that, these two will be given bathroom duty.” She explained how Sam and Johnny would have to clean the co-ed bathrooms, including the shower stalls and toilets, nude, except for a pair of thong underwear. “And during that time period, let’s say, ‘free’ smacks on those delicate asses will be allowed and encouraged.”

This time when Amanda looked at them, Sam turned a bright red and Johnny kept his eyes downcast, as if he was taking it all in.

“You, Ms. Wilkinson, on the other hand, will be punished in a different way. Reed has requested your services – for the entire day.”

As Reed stood up, Amanda’s eyes were drawn to his hands, where he held something black. Slowly, he unrolled the twined leather to reveal a collar and leash.

“Since you have a tendency to stray, you’ll be wearing this.”

Chapter Nine

Amanda felt the leather collar warmed by Reed’s hands slip around her neck, and he secured the fastener in place. The leash hooked onto the collar with an audible snap.

“Let’s go, Ms. Wilkinson,” he said, leading her toward the office door. “We have a full day ahead of us.”

This time, as Amanda walked, she felt the eyes of her fellow students staring at her back, but she was the one who did not look up, did not meet any of their gazes. She kept her eyes downcast, as if to keep herself from seeing what was ahead. Deep down, though, Amanda knew that she was going to have to face whatever was to come.

As they passed through the communal meeting room, she heard a few cut-off conversations, whispers of gossip about her most likely. In the time that they had been there, none of them had seen a student on a leash. She was the first. What had she done, except for attracting this man’s attention?

“You may not understand this now,” Reed said, “but this is really for your own good.”

Amanda had heard similar speeches by her parents when she was growing up. Like the time she had snuck out to go to a homecoming party during her senior year of high school. Ever strict, her parents never allowed her to go to any school-sponsored events, much less a party being held at a private residence. When they had turned in for the night, she’d slipped out the back door. Unfortunately, when she returned home much, much later, her father was up waiting for her.

How any sort of punishment ended up being for a person’s own “good,” she had no idea. At least in this case, there may be some “fringe” benefits. She may get royally fucked along the way. At least, she hoped so.

The stones beneath her feet passed by quickly, and she tried to keep track of where they were headed by the landmarks. Too soon, they stopped. Out of the corner of her eye, Amanda took in her surroundings. The campus contained many park-like settings, but she didn’t remember seeing this one before. A small stage stood at one end.

“What are we doing here?” she asked.

“Last night I learned a few new things about you,” Reed replied. “For one, you like to watch. And, that made me wonder if you – in turn – would like to be watched.”

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 derriere.

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.