Part 2

LUNCH BREAK IS OVER ... LET THE AFTERNOON CLASS BEGIN

Linda stopped in the gymnasium to slip into her clothing before going to lunch. She opened her bag for her student ID and found a note from Auntie Gwen stuffed inside. This she read as she ate an egg salad sandwich on whole wheat bread and a small side salad of endive, chard and tomato. After drinking a large glass of water she went in search of a ladies room before heading off to class.

Doctor Joyce Heath entered room 303 of the Liberal Arts Building on the campus of Philadelphia Fashion Institute of Technology, better known to all as P-FIT, knowing that the next six weeks were going to be special for her class and for herself.

She was testing new paradigms within the parameters of this summer session class; ones where she hoped to examine one of the most basic of human emotions. Situational Psychology, the title Joyce had given to the course, was a cover, a beard as it were. The course was designed to explore the seven sins and how people reacted to them in public settings. Hence the situational part of the title. Her class would put people in a position to witness one of the seven sins and analyze the reactions. So then, the question became how to introduce pride, wrath, sloth, envy, desire, and jealousy into social settings. Joyce intended to do it using one special student and to further enhance the experience for the class they were also to measure that student’s shame level when forced to cause one of the seven sin reactions in the people with whom she interacted.

She had a class of twenty-eight. Rather large for a summer session class. but most of the students were long distance independent studies students within her department who were meeting together to fulfill the mandatory campus time required by the syllabus. Joyce saw this as an opportunity for the students to carry the research back into their home communities and continue on with it, thus adding to the data for her research paper.

Her friends, Mark and Gwen Chessman, had introduced her to their submissive ward, Linda, who was to take the course. Without knowing who she was, Linda had served Joyce food, oiled her body poolside and otherwise fulfilled the desires and wants Joyce had expressed while a guest in the Chessman home. Joyce had decided then and there that Linda would be the research tool for the class and Joyce believed that Linda could induce at least six of the sins in those around her, though Joyce was not sure about sloth.

“Ah,” Joyce thought,” there she is in the second row near the window.” Joyce coughed to bring the classes attention toward her. She then got the reaction from Linda she had hoped for. The girl’s face expressed shock and perhaps understanding when she saw that the woman who had sunbathed nude by the Chessman pool only the day before was her psychology professor. Joyce had spoken to Ethan Dunphy, briefly, and had been told about Linda’s position as Life Study Model in her morning class. What she was about to do to Linda now would confirm the girl’s status on campus for the near future.

“Class, we have a minor celebrity taking our course with us,” good Doctor Heath announced to the other twenty-eight people in the room. All the students were looking about trying to discover who that might be when Joyce spoke, “Linda, please stand up.”

Linda rose from her seat, she was back in her short pleated skirt and midi top and was physically shaking when Joyce asked her, “Linda aren’t you the Life Studies Model for Doctor Dunphy’s class?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Linda responded.

“Class, as you may know, traditionally the Life Studies Model at P-FIT, once selected, is to remain nude at all times while on campus for the duration of the semester or in this case the summer session he or she was selected. For that time, while on campus, he or she may wear sandals and jewelry but no clothing. Linda has obviously not wanted to offend anyone in this class and so has slipped on some coverage. Would anyone object if she was to spend her time in class properly attired as the campus Life Study Model?” Doctor Heath looked around the room and there was no show of hands or voiced opposition.

“Well, then, Linda, I believe you may remove your top and skirt and from now on just remember to bring a towel with you to cover your chair. Class, for the next six weeks, Linda shall be nude while in this class.” Joyce watched carefully as the girl pulled the midi top off over her head and then unbuttoned and unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor. “Now, Linda, would you bring those up here to my desk? Then stand in front of the class and display yourself, please.” Joyce held out her hand, Linda went forward, handed the professor her clothing, and then turned to the class. Placing her hands fingers interlocked behind her head and spreading her legs to a forty-five degree angle, Linda stood up straight in the display position.

“Class, I invite each of you to come up one at a time and inspect Linda. You may touch her, but you must not arouse her. Pay particular note to the jewelry Linda is wearing. There will be a question and answer period after each of you has the opportunity to examine her.” Joyce then sat back on her chair and watched the parade of students come forward for professorial approved touchy feely.

Nine curious women and six men later, with eleven more in the line behind the buxom thirty something blond who was now stroking the small of Linda’s back, Linda turned to Joyce and begged, “Please Doctor Heath, stop this or let me touch myself.”

“Touch yourself, Linda, do you mean masturbate? Do you want to masturbate in front of the class Linda? Did your uncle and auntie give you permission to masturbate Linda? I will have to report this to them, you know.” Doctor Heath felt as if she had the control, as she knew the young submissive would be severely punished for pleasuring herself without permission.

“Look in my purse, there is a note,” Linda said with her voice heightened in emotional overdrive while a tall athletically built man fondled her pierced nipples and then traced a finger down her abdomen to her navel. The touch ended with just a tiny flick at the studded bar in her clitoral hood.

“To whom this may come, my niece Linda has our permission to bring herself to climax while at P-FIT, the act must be done publicly and witnessed by no less than three other persons. Campus Police and the Administration have been advised by email that her uncle, Mark Chessman, and I her Auntie Gwen have given her this permission.” Joyce Heath read the note aloud to the class. “Well then, Linda, go to it and have at it, and we expect a ‘When Harry Met Sally’ size orgasm.”

Linda broke position, as she had been given permission. She took the fingers of her right hand and spread her labia open. Using the fingers of her left hand she began massaging her clitoris and then still using the thumb of her left hand on her now erect pleasure organ she inserted two fingers into her vaginal passage and began easing them in and out rhythmically.

Her breathing changed in three minutes, her eyes glazed over in five, and at five minutes thirty seconds she collapsed on the floor.

As she was recovering, Joyce Heath asked the class, “Well, how many in the class experienced envy for Linda, that she is able to be nude and to masturbate in public with permission?” About seven women and two men raised their hands.

“How many of you are jealous of her?” Almost half the class showed hands.

“How many of you were desirous to be the person bringing her to orgasm?” All but two of the student’s hands went up.

“Thank you Linda for opening up discussion on the topic of this class. Class, we are studying Situational Psychology, the psychology of how and why people react as they do in certain social situations. Your first assignment is to write a short paper on how you felt on learning Linda was the Life Studies Model and would be spending this summer session on campus nude. Part two of the paper is to be your reaction to being able to touch Linda and whether despite my instructions not to you did indeed sneak a caress that might have been sensual or arousing in nature, thus stimulating Linda to the point she begged for release. The third portion of the paper is to be your reactions to watching Linda masturbate. This paper will be due tomorrow at start of class. Linda, as the subject of this experiment you are exempt from the paper, your effort today earned you an A.” With that Joyce dismissed the class.

Gwen was not due to pick Linda up until four forty-five. It was now just after two thirty p.m...

She walked up to Joyce and asked for her clothing back. Joyce smiled and said, as she had been told,” It’s okay, honey, I’ll give them to Gwen when she comes to pick you up later. Now run along, and seize the day.”

So, nude, Linda sat campfire style with her sketchpad across her knees watching the ebb and flow of students and staff and sketching the statue by the flagpole in the center of the campus quad.

Ethan Dunphy came up behind her and coughed so as to not scare her out of her concentration. “You have an excellent sense of perspective and definition, Linda, you have the potential to be a very good artist.”

“Thank you, Doctor, and don’t answer me because if you lie I’ll know ... Uncle Mark and Auntie Gwen had this all set up before I even attended one class didn’t they?” Linda looked and when she saw the grin on her professor’s face she knew she was right.

“Linda, your Aunt Camille, your legal guardian, is a graduate of P-FIT and has endowed a chair in the Fabrics and Textiles department. Doctor Heath and I both knew you were on not only academic probation here but also under submissive discipline through your Aunt. Mark and Gwen Chessman are good friends of the campus as well, Gwen served as Life Studies Model two semesters in a row, and right through the coldest winter we’ve ever had. Now between Camille and the Chessmans’ influence and your probationary status academically, what do you think?” When Linda didn’t answer Dunphy continued, “If you do well for the next six weeks, and in the second summer session, all will be forgiven here at P-FIT and you will be reinstated as a full time student. There is a possibility that the Chessmans will lift your home discipline as well. If at any time you need to dance the foxtrot, just tell Joyce or I, we will test your limits, but you are not ours to break.” Ethan Dunphy then left the girl to her drawing.

Linda thought, after Ethan Dunphy left her, that if her professors knew her safe word, this meant there was communication between P-FIT, her aunt, and the Chessmans. She was under a microscope, being studied as she studied. She vowed to herself that she would strive to do her best and as Gwen had once instructed her, enjoy the pleasure and endure the pain. She checked the time on her watch, and packed her belongings. She then began her walk to the faculty parking lot to wait for Auntie Gwen to pick her up.

“Halt right there, young lady,” she heard behind her. She turned to see George, the sergeant on the campus police department waving his hand, signaling to her to come back to him. Warily she did so.

“Linda, you are campus Life Studies Model. You might not be aware of it, but that affords you some privileges even if it does not afford you any clothing. When you arrive on campus in the morning, come to the gate house first, an officer with a golf cart will be there to take you wherever you need to go. If you are detained until after dark or if your Uncle Mark or Auntie Gwen cannot pick you up for some reason, use the campus phone system and one of our patrol cars will bring you home. By the way, I was a rookie here when your Auntie Gwen was Life Studies Model. She has become a legend and you should be proud to follow in her footsteps.” George motioned behind him where a campus police golf cart sat idling. “Get in and I’ll drive you down to the parking lots.”

Linda got in and suddenly realized she had enjoyed the pleasure of her situation thus far. In fact she could not wait until tomorrow.

Gwen watched as the golf cart approached, and Linda got out, thanking George again for the lift. As she walked to the car she saw Joyce Heath occupying the passenger front seat. Her clothing was neatly folded on the rear driver side of the car. Auntie Gwen told her to get in the back seat and she did so.

“Only one slip up today, buttercup,” Gwen noted. “You put your clothes back on. Now Joyce covered for you nicely, but you should have known that a Life Studies Model once appointed is nude for the balance of the term. I see you really did not pay attention to your schooling for that first year and a half on campus. Joyce has asked that you not be marked; Ethan could not meet with us today but will be here to speak to and about you tomorrow along with Joyce. This will be a daily ritual. So you will not have dinner this evening, you will remain in second position until Master Mark and I retire and you will then sleep at the foot of Master Mark’s bed on the floor.”

“So much for the pleasure, here comes the pain,” Linda thought as Joyce got out of the car and she got in with Gwen for the short trip home.

LATE NIGHT SNACK

Gwen pulled the Nitro into the garage of the Chessman home and instructed Linda to go the exercise room and set Bruce, the treadmill, up for a five-mile run.

Gwen then came up to my study, having stripped in the garage as per her usual routine, and knelt by my chair until I was finished with the portion of paragraph I was reworking on my computer.

“Yes,” I said, looking down at her as she posed in position one, “What news do you have from the college?”

“She failed to know the code of the Life Studies Model and after being so named put her clothing one for lunch and the start of her afternoon class. Joyce corrected her gently in class and she humiliated herself by publicly masturbating due to arousal by touch, but I told her more house punishment would be forthcoming, Master Mark.”

(Gwen and I are married but at home she is the sub to my Dom and in public she refers to me as Husband rather than Master. We know the terms are interchangeable. In much the same way Linda refers to us as Uncle Mark and Auntie Gwen, knowing that the substitution of more socially acceptable words does not change the meaning of Master and Mistress.)

“What did you tell her?” I asked, as Gwen knew there were limits to her control over Linda and she must not cross over without my approval.

“That she would remain in position two until we tired of seeing her that way and that she was forbidden her bed tonight, she would sleep at the foot of yours, Husband.” Gwen’s look suggested she hoped she had not overstepped her authority.

“Where is she now?” I asked.

“In the exercise room.”

“Alright,” I nodded, “though I might modify the sleeping on the floor, she needs her rest if she is to succeed in her classes. Exercise her, have her drink plenty of water, two liters minimum, and then position her.” I then indicated I would be down as soon as I figured out the paragraph I was having a hard time reworking after my editor blue-penciled it.

Gwen, who was both my wife and my editor, giggled at that. The only portions of my life that she controlled were my many manuscripts and that was real power for if my books did not sell we did not eat.

When I appeared in the exercise room about half an hour later I saw that Linda was still on the treadmill and she was puffing with exertion. Standing next to her, Gwen held a slender birch switch, which by the looks of Linda’s derriere had been applied more than once.

“She was slowing down too much, Master Mark, I had to encourage her,” Gwen reported.

“Should any of these encouragements be visible tomorrow, I will lay on twice as many at full force on your precious butt, my love,” I glared and Gwen cowered. “I told you no marks for as long as she is the campus Life Style Model.”

Gwen dropped the switch and went down into position one with her head bowed. She had not expected that reaction.

“Up,” I ordered. “How much longer and further was Linda to run?”

Gwen looked over and said, “One and three quarters miles, Master Mark.”

“Girl, get off of the treadmill. Woman, amp the speed up to maximum and finish Girl’s run,” Gwen now knew I was seriously angry. It was the first time I had dropped the use of names and simply referred to the females as Girl and Woman. I had revoked status and it would be a while before Gwen was given permission to use her name again.

“Girl, I will be driving you to campus and picking you up for the next several days. Woman has no identity and therefore no identification. Woman shall be confined to the house under punishment and shall be treated like an unhousebroken pet. If you see woman attempting to act like a human being you may beat her and say, “Bad woman” if you see her scratching at the door to the backyard, would you please let her out so that she does not soil the carpet with her messes? Oh and Girl, you will sleep in the bed in the room for one called Linda; however, until you learn what it means to be campus Life Style Model you will simply be called Girl. I will test you orally when you think you are ready. Until then you do not have permission to use your voice. You may research the topic on the internet but you may not sit down. Until you pass the test you will stand so the sooner you are ready to be tested the sooner you will be allowed to sit or lie down.

Her legs, out of exertion from the run, were shaking now. By the time she knocked on my door to be quizzed the pain should be just about unbearable.

“Woman, I saw you grab the side rails, reset the time for another 15 minutes and the distance for another mile and one half,” I yelled over at Gwen though I had not even glanced at her. I heard the beeping of the settings pad and knew she had complied. This would only last for a day and a half, for two reasons, first of course the book was on deadline and I needed my editor and second, I just could not stay mad at Gwen that long.

I quizzed Linda later that same night. Out of twenty questions about the Campus Life Style Model she got one wrong. A much better than passing grade, but as it was a five-point deduction from 100%, I decided five soft swats with the flat of my hand would make up the grade. She only missed “Who on campus may punish the Campus Life Style Model? Her answer was his or her master or mistress. In theory this was correct, except the question was ‘on campus’. On campus the Life Style Model could be humiliated; however, the model could only be punished in private in a residence. This could be a dorm room with the door closed or in our case in my house. Linda took her five swats and I then asked her,” Girl, do you have a name?”

She promptly answered, correctly, “No, Sir, I have no name.”

“I think it pleases me to call you, Butter Buns,” I stated waiting to see her reaction.

“Yes, Sir, Butter Buns is here to serve and obey, Sir,” she replied.

I then rubbed her backside, making a game of her humiliation; “I wonder how your classmates will react knowing you have changed your name to Butter Buns?”

This caught her short and I felt her shiver. “I know, Girl, you look like a Linda to me, would you like to be called Linda?”

“Yes Sir, very much so, Sir,” the child answered almost too enthusiastically.

“Fine, until I say otherwise you are Linda,” with a wave of my hand I dismissed her and told her to go let the woman out.

I drove Linda to the campus the next morning. George the campus police sergeant was waiting for her by the draw gate of the lot with a P-FIT golf cart.

“Morning, George,” I called out cheerfully, “Gwen is tied up with work at home, so I’ll be the Life Style Model’s chauffeur for the next day or so. You know how editors get when they have a manuscript and a deadline.”

“Sure thing, Doctor Chessman,” George responded, “Just pull up here and I’ll have the girl back to you by four forty-five. If we are going to be later I’ll call you myself.”

“Thanks, George, as you can see Linda has no place to carry a cell phone, nor change for a pay phone.”

All three of us laughed at that one. George had provided Linda with a nice plush towel to sit on in the golf cart and told her to use it for the day and he would see to its being washed when she returned it after classes.

Four thirty in the afternoon found me waiting for Linda in the parking lot, having left Gwen collared and leashed at the back door of the house. Linda was really excited and started to jabber about her day as soon as she sat in the car.

I held up one finger to my lips and Linda stopped talking. I then said, “What happened to, ‘Uncle Mark, may I tell you about my day?’”

The joy on her face slipped away and she got very quiet.

“No, darling, don’t get me wrong, I want to hear everything that happened during your time away from us, both the good and the bad, open and honest is what we expect from you. Your role in the family does require you to ask for my attention, though. Try to remember that in the future.” I decided that enthusiasm should not be trampled and no punishment for this slip would result.

“Oh, sorry, Uncle Mark, let’s start again, okay” My I tell you about my day?” Linda smiled.

“Please do,” I chuckled.

“Well, I went into my morning class and before I started posing for the class members Doctor Dunphy called me to the front of the class and told me to bring my sketch book. He took two charcoals from the book and laid them on an overhead projector. One was of the Campus quad with the statue of the founders and the flagpole. The second was one I had done just to kill time, a self portrait of my left foot.” She paused for a moment and I let out a laugh.

“Your left WHAT?” my laugh got louder.

“FOOT, you silly Uncle you. Anyway Professor Dunphy, he told me today to call him Doc Ethan, is that okay Uncle Mark? Anyway, he pointed out portions of the sketches and talked to the class about depth and proportion and how they either could make or break a drawing and how mine was very well developed, my sense of depth and proportion, not my FOOT,” she had caught me before I got the remark out, “AND SINCE ONE OF THE DRAWINGS I HAD DONE WAS OF MY FOOT, AND SINCE I AM THE LIFE STYLE MODEL,” she had gotten louder as I had begun tickling the foot in question, I stopped and she resumed a more normal tone of voice, “Doc Ethan gave me an A for the first class assignment.”

“Wonderful, and now I can see why you were so excited you forgot protocol,” I replied, “When may I see that work of art?”

“I have it in my portfolio in the back seat, Uncle Mark, would you like to see it right now?” She asked.

Inside this shapely young woman was a very young girl still seeking a daddy’s approval. I turned the Lexus off and told her to get her folio and show me the work.

It was quite good, detailed down to blades of grass sticking to her toes and a broken ragged big toenail, I smiled when I saw in perfect detail and proportion the face of a young man peeking between the big and second toe. It was as if she had used her foot as a gun sight to focus on the boy in question.

“Who is he?” I asked.

“Oh, one of the guys in my afternoon class, Uncle Mark. I was trying to include as much detail as possible and just saw him sitting there visible between my toes, so I put him in.” Linda shrugged and smiled. She also wiggled on her towel a bit.

“That hot, eh,” I laughed, “A girl doesn’t leak like that for just any boy.”

“Uncle Mark, I barely know his name, Uhm, it is Phil, but he is a hottie,” Linda agreed.

“No sex without permission and we get to meet the boy before anything happens between you, understood?” My role as her guardian came out at that point.

“Yes, Uncle Mark.” She paused, then, “Do you want to hear about my afternoon class?” She put her sketches back into her folio and zipped it shut.

“Can I listen while I drive?”

“Yes sir,” she stated, “no artwork for this story.”

I started the Lexus and pulled away from the curb. I waived to the officer on duty at the gates of the college and pulled out into town.

“Well Doctor Heath had given the class a reaction assignment to my need to relieve myself sexually”, she paused.

I interrupted her, “If you mean masturbate, say masturbate, Linda.”

“Masturbate, then, and some of the reactions were priceless.” She said.

“Continue...” I instructed.

“Well they had to name the emotion, like envy, jealousy, lust, and so on that they felt while they watched me per ... uh ... masturbate, and then tell what they would have liked to do themselves at that particular moment.” Linda said. “One woman. Marge something or other, is in her forties. Her report said she started out angry, that I was nude in class and allowing everyone to touch me. But, after she had come up and caressed me she was actually envious and jealous that I was getting the attention and she could not.” Linda paused to catch her breath.

“And...” I drew her back into the conversation.

“Doctor Heath instructed the class, now there are twenty-eight of us in this class mind you, that if at anytime the sight of me so aroused lustful thoughts in anyone of either sex; they were permitted to strip and come to the front of the class and do as I had done yesterday. I think the only thing that woman, Marge, needed was permission. She whipped off her sundress in two seconds flat, yanked off her hi-rise briefs and was on the stool in front of the class pounding away at herself like there was no tomorrow.” Linda finished her tale and giggled. “She was shocked though when Doctor heath told her that from that point forward she was to attend class nude. Doctor Heath added that as a caveat to her previous statement. Any student in the class who stripped off and masturbated for the class was to thereafter come to class nude.”

“So now there are two of you in Joyce’s class naked,” I laughed, “Good old Joyce! Her teaching methods are always innovative.”

“Oh, the best part is still to come, Uncle Mark, no pun intended,” Linda giggled, “the boy in the picture I sketched, stood and read his paper and it almost mirrored the one Marge had written. He too was jealous of the fact I could walk the campus nude without ridicule or ostracism and masturbate publicly without fear of censure. His name is Phil, like I told you before. Doctor Heath asked him point blank if he were given the chance to be naked all the time while on campus, would he act as my male counterpart? Phil was very excited when he answered yes. She asked him if he would strip there and then. He didn’t answer he just pulled off his T-shirt and cargo shorts he was commando beneath them and also quite erect. She instructed him that this would not do and would either of the two women in class who were nude please see to Phil’s problem. Marge got to him first. And I knew I could not do anything without your permission. She used her mouth and hand on him for about five minutes and then stood aside as he launched a cum shot that must have gone into the second row of student seats.” Linda paused for breath.

“Wow, sounds like a really exciting class you are taking,” I said in a way hoping to encourage her to say more.

“Yes, sir, and I cannot wait until tomorrow to go back to both classes. I never knew a college education could be so, ummm, stimulating,” Linda giggled.

ENGLISH MUFFINS WITH JAM

We arrived home and I parked the Lexus in the garage next to the Nitro. Linda got out with her school supplies and took the towel off of the leather seat. Despite the towel there was a damp spot. Talking about her Psych class and her classmates Marge and Phil must have aroused her. As I had asked for details and not forbidden her excitement I let the damp spot pass.

If I get Gwen pregnant and if we have a girl, I pretty much want her to grow up to be like Linda. Oh, not the slacker part mind you, but the free spirit that was blossoming in her since she had been dominated by and submitted to her aunt Camille and subsequently came under our guardianship. That is the little girl I would like to raise.

I pulled off my clothing and walked into the kitchen through the door off of the garage, naked and semi erect. Linda opened the sliding door leading to the outer patio and pool off of the kitchen and the woman with no name crawled in on hands and knees. My ‘pet’ came over and seeing my erection began to suckle on my penis. I filled her mouth with my ejaculate in less than two minutes. I too was somewhat aroused by the tales my ward had told me.

“Good woman,” She knew better than to swallow without permission, I said, and looked over to Linda, “do you think this good woman deserves a name, Linda?”

“Yes Uncle Mark I think she does,” the coed answered.

“What shall I call her then?” I asked Linda and as if scripted Linda responded, “Bubble Butt, Uncle Mark?”

“No, look at that scrawny pathetic excuse for a butt, Linda, we can’t call her Bubble Butt,” I replied.

“Oh, what was I thinking Uncle Mark, you are so right, uhm, I don’t have any idea what you should call her, Uncle Mark,” she finished her part.