Chapter Nineteen -- Get Ready for a Weekend Pass
Clarice brought donuts, milk, and coffee for breakfast at sunrise the next
morning. Everyone had to visit the outhouse, then wash their hands in the
spillway below the dam to prevent polluting the lake.
Clarice assigned a few tasks as she led a short discussion that morning. When
she was gone, they were free for the day to do whatever they wanted. No one had
to be told to exercise. After six weeks of vigorous physical conditioning every
day, they all craved a heart-thumping workout at least once. No one doubted that
they would be punished if they didn't finish the essays on their feelings and
plans and hopes but there was no pressure to complete the assignments.
They swam and soaked and masturbated and read and wrote and made love,
thoroughly enjoying the break. Each came to the desired conclusions, that trying
to be 'super woman' could only be sustained for so long and that they all needed
a break once in a while to recharge themselves. The alternatives, anger,
depression, fatigue, and such, simply weren't acceptable.
The schedule didn't say 'silent' for Thursday so lots of one-on-one and small
group discussions spontaneously occurred throughout the day about so many topics
that no one could keep track of them. In many cases, they were about odd things.
"Ever just watch bees?" Kaitlyn asked Debbie as both lay on their bellies in the
clover.
"No," Debbie admitted, looking up from her book.
"Watch. You can actually see what bee lines are." Together, they watched, noting
that the bees must be coming from and going to at least two hives, noting
patterns in the flight paths. They didn't even flinch when the insects checked
their ears for nectar or pollen.
-=*=-
"That book must really be hot," Laura teased Maria, finding the young woman
furiously stroking her clitoris with her right hand as she held her book in the
left.
Maria immediately dropped the book and tried to cover her nudity with her hands.
Then she laughed. "I still can't get, well, uninhibited," the girl giggled
bashfully, thinking that she had picked a place far enough from the cabin for
privacy.
"You were just being completely uninhibited," Laura told her. "It's not wrong to
want privacy. They made us do things in front of each other to find out if we're
exhibitionistic, if we get more turned on with people watching. You and I don't,
but I think Darlene, Jennifer, and Katy get a charge out of it. I bet you stifle
your orgasms when somebody's watching, even one of us, but when you're alone,
ker-POW! Am I right?"
"Yes, sometimes," Maria admitted.
"Then I'll leave you alone unless you'd like some help."
"No, thanks," Maria blushed.
"Didn't think so," Laura laughed. "I'll go find somebody else's pussy to lick."
"You don't think that I'm weird because I, well."
"No!" Laura laughed. "You're probably more normal than any of the rest of us.
You're you and I'm me. Think about that for a while and you'll discover how true
it is."
"Thanks," Maria told her. Then she added, "I really do love you, you know. I
just don't want to make love to you."
"I know. See you later."
-=*=-
"I can't believe I'm such a pervert," Kim said aloud as she emptied the
footlocker on the cabin floor.
"What makes you say that?" Darlene asked, licking her fingers before she began
to stroke herself again.
"Because I want something up my butt."
"I wouldn't mind that myself," Darlene told the tiny AmerAsian woman. "I'm ready
to tell Clarice I want to go back to the main buildings so I can take advantage
of the kinky stuff."
"Now you're talking," Kim laughed. "Never in a million years would I have
admitted that I actually liked a butt plug until right now when I don't have one
and I'm reading a book that talks about anal.. ah, what the fuck, ass fucking
and damn it, I want something up my poop chute while I frig myself."
"Come here," Darlene said, reaching out.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Come here and find out," Darlene told the woman, pushing a finger into her
pussy. Kim joined her on the sleeping bags and they began to kiss but soon
twirled into a 69 position, wetting a finger in a convenient pussy and pushing
it up a bottom while licking the nearest clit', alternating orgasms until they
were both exhausted.
-=*=-
A huge cooler filled with Chef's salad arrived for lunch along with an insulated
container for warm rolls and jugs of iced tea. There were still cans of soda in
another cooler from the night before. Clarice was the first to serve herself and
she sat down in the clover to eat, waving the flies away from her dressing
between bites. Kim was the first one to speak up, telling Clarice, "I'm ready to
go back."
"Just pick up your things and take them with you. The sleeping bags go in the
canvas bags by the back door in the laundry so they can be dry cleaned. The pads
go in the shed behind the gym."
Right after lunch, Kim and Darlene rolled up their things and walked back to the
main complex feeling refreshed. They talked some more as they walked. "I've
always been what I guess you'd call 'highly sexed'," Darlene said. "And I'm
getting off on everything, even the kinky stuff. Actually, especially the kinky
stuff."
"I'm looking forward to next week," Kim replied. "I know that the spankings are
supposed to be for punishment and they do hurt but I'll be damned if I don't get
hot after a spanking. For me, the real punishment is to not get off right then
and there."
"I'm not much for spanking but I bet I get off on bondage. Being helpless is a
real turn-on for me."
"And getting it up the butt," Kim snickered. "I don't know if I'll like anal
intercourse but I like the full feeling of having something just be back there.
Something small and nice. That last plug was too much. It hurt."
"It's having it just sit there that bothers me," Darlene told Kim. "I want the
thrusting. Dwayne and I tried it years ago and it hurt too much but I want to
try again as soon as they let us get together again. I bet I like it now."
"Especially if you diddle yourself while he does it, right?"
"Of course," Darlene laughed. "He loves it when I play with myself. He says it
takes the pressure off of him."
"But you're the champion of pussy pressure," Kim told her.
"Not that kind."
"I know. I was just kidding."
"I know that too, you pervert. Wanna make out when we get back?"
"Right after I find a butt plug and some grease."
-=*=-
By late Thursday afternoon, only two women were left at the cabin. Maria wasn't
ready to go back. "Do you want to be by yourself or would you like some
company?" Laura had asked.
"I'd be scared to death out here all night alone," Maria shivered, just thinking
about it.
They slept together, huddled in each other's arms. It was completely nonsexual
but something they both needed, especially when a violent thunderstorm blew
through just before sunset. They clung together, tensing with each clap of
thunder, talking about kids and being brave for them during storms. When the
lightning and thunder had passed, they went out to sit in the warm, steady rain
and watch the storm move on. The lightning in the distance was more beautiful
than a fireworks display.
Someone brought breakfast for two at day break, leaving it in the cabin before
the pair woke up. After they ate, they went down to the lake to bathe under the
spillway, both feeling naughty as they peed in the stream before taking a swim
in the little lake.
"I guess it's time to go back," Maria sighed. "I'm still kind of mixed up. I
hate everything, making love with women, touching myself with other people
around, putting things in my body or having it done to me, and getting spanked,
and everything. But it's like I.. Well, I hated regular school, too. Learning to
read was a pain but now I read all the time and enjoy it. So I guess learning
about sex is like that. Maybe if I learn it, I'll start to enjoy it."
"If you don't, so what? Just pick a guy who likes his sex simple and straight,"
Laura laughed as they walked back up the hill holding hands. "Or switch to my
pussy cream." It was still early morning.
-=*=-
With Clarice's permission, the students who went back early explored more of the
school's grounds and facilities. They saw the storage rooms full of sexy
clothing and sex toys and the security room where they found out that miniature
cameras had watched their retreat. An infrared camera inside the cabin even let
them see what was going on in the dark. "We had a woman break her ankle a number
of years ago," Tina explained, back from her Army Reserve duty to take over a
new class of freshmen. "And the women who went to get help got lost on the
paths. It took far too long to get help there so now we keep a closer eye on
things." "Do you watch everything?" Kim asked.
"Pretty much," Tina replied.
"So when I left that first night."
"Gwen had already been alerted before you were out of the building."
"And when Darlene escaped?"
"We planned it."
"Is everything planned?"
"Not quite," Tina laughed. "You guys really threw Clarice when the pussy cream
showed up in your room. It's yes and no. There's a program outline but it's
constantly modified depending on how things go. As a group, you guys are pretty
tough. There have been times when all that's happened for the first week is
hugging to keep kids from freaking out. There have been students who needed
professional counseling one-on-one when we found out that they'd been raped or
abused when they were little."
"By now, you know that everybody's different," Tina grinned. "But in some ways,
we're all the same. We each have a clitoris, two breasts, one mouth with a
tongue, two ears, and such. And to some extent, we all have similar feelings and
fears. Everybody needs to recharge. The retreat is part of the program.
Sometimes it lasts longer. Sometimes it's over in a day. But it's always there
sometime between the fourth and seventh week. When you get stressed out,
remember it."
"I can't believe I wanted to leave," Kim said then. "Well, actually, I can
believe I wanted to but I'm glad I came back."
"So are we," Tina grinned. "And we'd love to have you back as a staff member
someday. And before you graduate, you'll hear about our graduate programs. The
retreat house is open for recharging your batteries with or without your husband
when the school's not using it. Same with the cabins and such."
"That worries me," Kim admitted. "After, I mean. Everybody else talks about how
great it is with their husbands now but when I get with Roger on the weekends,
he's so selfish. I mean, I get off but only with my fingers. It's like he wants
a slave. He doesn't care about me at all, just himself."
"Let's hope that changes," Tina told her sympathetically, giving her a hug.
-=*=-
"It's midcourse final time," Clarice told them seriously. "So let's review your
progress. Whom shall I start with? Nobody likes being judged, especially in
front of a group, in this case, a group of nude women. Shall we draw numbers?"
Clarice took the ace through eight of diamonds from a deck of playing cards and
shuffled them together, then presented them to the women, starting with Kaitlyn.
She happily turned the card around to show the seven.
Jennifer ended up with the ace. She expected a lot of criticism but was pleased
when Clarice congratulated her. She was passing everything. Her strength and
stamina were up, she easily took penis-sized objects in her bottom, and she was
orgasmic. Her PC muscle stamina was improving satisfactorily and she was
learning her lessons in communications well. "All in all, you're super," Clarice
said with a smile. "You've earned a three day pass."
In fact, they all earned a pass, which Clarice explained was military style,
starting on Friday night and ending "at oh-dark hundred Monday morning, although
we would prefer you sign back in by midnight Sunday night when the new freshmen
arrive."
"Now, Good Wife University owns a couple of time-shares in Virginia Beach. One
has been set aside for you and your family," Clarice said, nodding toward
Darlene. "Dwayne and the kids will meet you there. It's a four-bedroom townhouse
just a few blocks from the beach. You'll ride up with one of our graduating
seniors whose husband has to work late. Now, you'll have to hurry and pack if
you want to meet them before suppertime. And Darlene, you will be graded on what
you take."
Darlene blushed, remembering classes on what men liked. But how could she wear
such things in front of her children? Lucy took her to a storeroom filled with
clothes and suitcases so she could pack.
"Now, the rest of you will be sharing a lodge. It has eight bedrooms off a big
common area. I think you'll like it. And now for some rules and guidelines,"
Clarice told them all. "First, for you single ladies, remember your morals. I
encourage you to seek male companionship but virgins should remain virgins.
Remember your lessons."
Maria smiled. 'Yeah, I remember Clarice's rules for single women.' Maria had
come close to losing her virginity with several boys after some tongue kissing
that got her excited so she was barely in control. And if it had happened, she
would never have even seen the penis that would have penetrated her. Rule one:
Know thy penis. Feel it. Stroke it. Look at it. Rule two: Keep your pants on if
his are off; make sure his are on if yours are off. Rule three: Feel before you
taste; taste before your fuck. Rule four: Orgasms count, yours as well as his;
if his interest is gone once he comes, he's gone. And soon. She wasn't sure she
even wanted a guy for the weekend. Maybe she would just relax and continue
recharging herself so she could endure the last six weeks.
"And the same goes for you married students," Clarice reminded them. "You will
all be graded on how much you've learned."
'A lady in public, a cook in the kitchen, and a whore the rest ofthe time,' Kim
thought. 'But where does slave come in?'
"All of you can now accept a cock in your backside with little or no pain. But
that's not required, this weekend or any other time if you have moral or other
objections," Clarice went on. "If you like it, go for it. If your husband likes
it and you don't mind, likewise. At least try it. But don't let him rape you.
Your body is still your body."
"I don't get it," Laura spoke up. "First you say we should always be available
to our husbands for sex and then you say 'no rape' and 'your body is your body'.
I just don't get it."
"I see you could use a little more education and contemplation," Clarice smiled.
"There's a fine line you have to draw sometimes but there are limits. What we've
tried to teach is to not withhold sex to manipulate your husband. But that
doesn't mean that you always have to do what he wants when he wants. If he's in
the mood for a long session and you're just plain pooped, tell him. Let him know
that a quickie to get him off will be fine because you're too tired to really
enjoy it. Give him a rain check for that long session."
"But if you're in the mood for some really great sex and all he wants is a
quickie, demand a rain check with a specific date and time. Make a date,
something to look forward to, to prepare for, to really enjoy. While I encourage
all of you to try anal sex, it's something you have to prepare for or it'll
hurt. Give it a try if you can but don't let yourself be coerced or forced into
it when you're not ready. Give him a great hand job and be ready the next time.
Now off to get packed, you guys."
"Ma'am, I really don't feel like..." Jennifer began.
"No backing out," Clarice told her. "You can turn down every guy on the beach
but you have to go. It's part of the program. Now git!"
In the clothing storeroom, Jennifer found the big and tall section. For the
trip, she picked out a bikini and pulled a baggy T-shirt over it plus a pair of
modest shorts. Conscious that she would be graded on her selections, she packed
for the weekend and carried the garment bag out to the van. Red helped put the
case in the back of the van and climbed into the driver's seat with Clarice in
the passenger seat. As usual, Clarice oozed sex even at 52, wearing a structured
halter to support her breasts and shorts plus high heeled wedgies on her feet.
Wendy wore a cute sundress with a bikini underneath. Maria chose modest shorts
and a tank top. Debbie looked sluttish in 'Daisy Dukes' and a halter-style
bikini top that barely covered her nipples. Kim wore Spandex short-shorts and an
exercise top. Kaitlyn looked darling in a terry romper. Everyone wondered what
she wore underneath. So would Bruce, Katy knew.
Laura ended up wearing a scooter skirt and a sleeveless blouse, hoping she
didn't look like a fat old lady trying to be sexy. She had seen other women who
were too big and too old trying to look like youngsters and she hated the look.
Red put the van in 'DRIVE' and they were off to Virginia Beach.
