My morning started when I woke up from a vivid dream. In the dream I was on my knees, naked and sucking the cock of a man standing in front of me, holding my head in his hands. I was half bobbing my head back and forth and half just letting him fuck my mouth. I could hear the excitement in his voice and felt the pride of being the source of his pleasure. I woke up just as he was about to come in my mouth and I bolted upright, panting. There was no one there... but my pussy was still insistently buzzing. I reached down and touched the top of my slit and felt the electricity stream out from my clit. I moaned and started rubbing myself in earnest. In the back of my mind I remembered my lesson from yesterday and rather than speed up, I slowed down. My mind began to tear itself apart between the competing interests of my lizard brain that just wanted to come and my slightly higher ego that was forcing me to stay on the edge for as long as possible.

I don't know how long I lasted, but I came hard, moaning loudly and trembling as the orgasm hit me. And then I lay back on the pillows and just breathed.

After my breathing returned to normal I stood up and checked myself out in the mirror. I realized more and more that I was beginning to rely on it - feeding off the positive reinforcement of my self image. I was proud of my body in a way I never had been before.

I took care of my hair, face and teeth and put on my heels and headed down to breakfast - another muffin and a half cup of "coffee." The more I performed that particular ritual, the more curiosity I had for how close it was to the real thing. As I pondered that, Mrs. Smith approached and collected me for my day's lesson.

She led me through the house to another unmarked room. This one simply had a long bench running down the middle of it. She beckoned me to take a seat and I did.

"This morning we're going to introduce you to impact play. It's a pretty broad category, and we're only going to touch on the very basics. Just enough to show that sometimes a little bit of stimulation that would be considered painful can be pleasurable."

She paused for a moment and I felt a little shiver run down my back.

"Let me ask you this: have you ever been spanked before?"

I shook my head.

"In a way, that's better - you won't have any preconceptions. I am going to give you a... sensual spanking. It's going to hurt, Monica, but only a little. And I'm going to make sure it's not entirely... unpleasant. But if it gets to be too much, just tell me to stop and I will. Are you ready?"

My voice was a little shaky when I replied. "I think so."

"Excellent. Please get up on the bench on your hands and knees."

I stood up and arranged myself as she wanted. I could feel my breasts hanging from my chest and it felt like my ass was on display for the whole world. She stood next to my side, facing towards my feet. I felt her hand rub me gently, running up and down from the middle of my back down to my butt cheeks. Then her hand came to a stop in the middle of my back and her other hand rubbed my bottom briefly. I shivered waiting for the inevitable.

Her hand disappeared ever so briefly and then I heard and felt the first spank. It was more of a surprise than anything, and it left behind a curious sort of warmth. And then the hand disappeared and I felt the next one on the other side and an involuntary "Ooh!" escaped from my lips. She spanked again, setting up a fairly slow cadence on alternating sides, but never the same spot. After only a few more she stopped and returned to just rubbing, her hand soothing the burning that she was bringing to my bottom.

After a little bit more rubbing, she surprised me with another slow group of spanks. I didn't know whether they were any harder or if I was just feeling them more because of the fire that was already burning. Each of these brought a little vocalization out of me. After a dozen or so she stopped again and I started breathing hard. Her hand reappeared this time not on my bottom, but on my vulva and began to rub. I moved my knees a little further apart and stuck my ass out and cooed as the pleasure shoved its way in front of the discomfort. As the pleasure started rising up higher the hand disappeared again and the spanking resumed. This time they were definitely harder, and the burning fire made me cry out with each one. But somehow it didn't occur to me to stop. After another bunch of spanks she went back to rubbing my pussy, alternating pleasure with pain, combining them in my brain.

The next group of spanks made me cry out with each swat, and my vision clouded with tears. But just as I was thinking I couldn't take any more she returned to rubbing my sex, this time quickly strumming my clit, driving me towards the brink. It didn't even occur to me to try and hold back this time and I squealed and trembled as I came.

As I came down she helped me to my feet and took me in her arms and just held me. As my breathing returned to normal I let go and brought my hands back to rub my poor bottom.

"You took that very well. How was it for you?"

"It was... I don't know... It burned, but it was hot too."

"What would you think if your boyfriend wanted to do that to you?"

"I'd go along. Especially if he wanted to make me come like that along with it."

Mrs. Smith smiled at that. "Well, think of it as another skill you can use. Men are aggressive creatures and this can be a way to let them have that, as long as it stays properly constrained, of course."

She let me go and I was headed out towards the pool when I heard Tracy's voice giggle behind me.

"Oh, I bet I know how you spent your morning!"

I felt my cheeks burn not quite as hot as my bottom. "I guess there's no hiding that sort of thing here, is there?"

"Nope. So how did you like it?"

"I... I'm not... I mean... It's not something I'd have thought to do... but I wouldn't refuse to do it again. I take it you did it once too?"

"Oh yeah. I thought it was freaky as hell, but I'm a confirmed spanko now."

I smirked at that and we both walked to the mini-gym. As we were starting our stretches, Mrs. Smith came into the room and interrupted us.

"Girls, we have a new arrival coming and I'd like you two to help with the gentle touching. Monica, you remember that from your arrival, yes?"

I nodded, "Sure."

"Remember the goal is to arouse her gently, but don't try to be too intimate. She won't have become accustomed to the routine yet."

"I understand."

"Good. Both of you come with me, please. You'll wait outside until I call you in."

She led us to the end of the hallway that had the door to the mirror room and we waited. A few minutes went by and we saw Mrs. Smith lead a redhead wearing a casual outfit - a skirt and pretty top and sandals into the room. When the door shut, we emerged from the corner and went to the door to wait. A few minutes later Mrs. Smith opened the door and let us in.

The new girl was standing naked except for her velvet choker in the middle of the room facing the mirrors. She was about my height and was incredibly fair-skinned with freckles. I smirked as I pictured her trying to sun herself on the pool deck and bursting into flame. The two of us stealthily approached her. Tracy made the first contact, touching her on her shoulder. She flinched and Mrs. Smith reassured her. "It's ok, Laura. Keep your eyes closed."

I put my hand on her other shoulder and ran it down her arm, while putting my other hand in the middle of her back and stroking up and down. Laura responded to our combined touch with a whimper and biting her bottom lip.

As I started exploring her body with my hands, I started to feel the heat building up in my own privates. I examined her body as my hands kept up their work. Her nipples were clearly hard, standing proudly on her pink aureolas. Her crotch was completely bare, her adorable notch just visible at the bottom. She was lithe, and her butt was flat, but I could see how just a little bit of heel would transform it.

All the while, Laura was moaning and moving her head. I could see she was being turned on by our attention and that in turn revved up my own arousal.

Mrs. Smith signaled us and as we stepped back away she spoke. "Alright, Laura, now open your eyes."

Tracy took my hand and led me out into the hallway. Once we were there I stopped and pulled her to me. I could feel my heart knocking away in my rib cage and I kissed her hard.

"I need it, Tracy. Where can we go?"

She broke away and took me by the hand and we practically ran upstairs to my room. I shut the door behind us and pushed Tracy to fall back onto the bed. I lay down between her legs and started tonguing her slit immediately. She responded by moaning and grabbing at her breasts. But after only a little bit of that she breathlessly urged me to turn around. I got up on my knees and shifted so they were on either side of her head so we could sixty-nine. I felt her tongue land right on my clit and it made me stop and moan loudly. She stuck a finger inside me and I became absolutely lost in my own pleasure. As she started to stroke that finger and lick my clit I felt her smack my bottom hard with her other hand. The sharp impact sent even more electricity through my body and I heard myself cry out, "Yes. Spank me!"

She smacked my bottom again and again while she worked the finger in my pussy and tongued my clit sending me into a huge orgasm.

As I returned to earth I was determined to give back, so I resumed my mission with my tongue running up and down her slit. I stuck a finger inside her and heard her own moans rising up as mine had a minute before. Her orgasm was marked by high-pitched whiny moans. I marveled at how girly and cute they sounded.

I picked myself up and turned around to lie next to her. I caressed her flank and kissed her.

"Thanks. I don't know... but touching her like that just... lit me up somehow."

She smiled. "Yeah, I know what you mean. It's supposed to be doing that to them, but it kinda has a side effect on us."

I was quiet for a second, then said it. “Does it ever worry you? All this… with other women. Like maybe it’s changing us?”

Tracy shook her head against the pillow, still smiling. “I don’t know about you, but every time I come with one of the girls it just makes me want my husband more. Like the real thing is still waiting for me at home. This is practice. He’s the point."

I nodded. I didn't have anyone waiting for me at home, and that made me a little jealous. I shook the thought away. "Let's go do that workout we interrupted."

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After our workout, I went back out to the pool deck and was relaxing when Mrs. Smith appeared again.

"Monica, I'd like to see you if you have a moment."

I nodded and stood up and followed her. She took me to a room that looked like an office. There was a chair on each side of a desk and she pointed me towards the one on the near side.

"This is a bit of a difficult conversation, but there's no alternative. This is the point in the program where we would normally introduce interactions with your boyfriend to work on some techniques we can't perfect without male participation. The problem is that we know that you were not honest with us on your application. We know that you came to us under false pretenses. We know you came to investigate us."

I felt a cold chill run down my back. She continued.

"That said, I want to reiterate that despite knowing that, we decided to accept you and let you experience the program the same way anyone else would. We had, and continue to have, nothing at all to hide or to be ashamed of. We would only ask you to respect our privacy by maintaining the anonymity of the others you've met here. Surely you'd agree that there's no value in exposing anyone."

I nodded. I didn't know how to respond to any of this, but at least my naked fear was assuaged.

"This leaves us with a bit of a quandary as to how to proceed. But we think we've arrived at a workable solution. You've been quite friendly with Tracy and I spoke with her and her husband and they've agreed to allow you to join them for a session to let you practice with him. I don't necessarily expect you to decide immediately. Why don't you go find Tracy and talk with her about it. They're scheduled to have a session together after dinner and you can join her if you both agree. Alright?"

I smiled and nodded. "Yes, alright."

I stood up and took a step towards the door, but then stopped and turned back around.

"I'm sorry. But you have to understand that from the outside... I..."

Mrs. Smith smiled warmly. "It's alright. We just hope that now that you've experienced everything that you can see us from a different light."

"I do. And... well... you've given me a new insight into myself... I appreciate that."

I found Tracy sunning on the pool deck.

"Hey. I... I guess we need to talk."

She smiled, "Yeah. Mrs. Smith said you didn't have a partner. How'd you get in without one? I kinda feel bad that I was talking so much about having a man..."

I interrupted her, "It's a long story. And it's ok. But I guess they want me to... I dunno... borrow your husband? Are you sure that's ok?"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh sure. I know he'll jump at the idea of a threesome. Men."

I laughed. "So... What's he like?"

She blushed. "Oh my God, he's the best. He's a plumber, so his work keeps him in shape. He's handsome... He's... He's just my everything! And... I mean... the things he does with his cock... Just melts me inside every time. You'll see!"

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I ate dinner with Tracy. I tried to press her on what she know about what was going to happen, but she just said she didn't want to spoil anything. She hadn't known anything going into her first session (this was going to be her second) and as this was an unusual situation she didn't know how things would be different anyway.

After we bussed our dishes I followed Tracy down the halls to a room at the far end of the house. Inside there was just a mattress with a fitted sheet on it and a couple of hooks on the wall with the thin white wraps I remember Tracy wore when I entered the house. Opposite the door we came in was another door. Mrs. Smith was waiting for us.

"Good evening, ladies. As you both know this is an unusual situation. Tracy, you've done these before, so let me explain to Monica what we'll be doing here."

She turned to me and continued. "This is an opportunity to put into practice some of the skills you've learned here. Don't think of it as a test or anything. It's up to you to decide when your time here ends, not us. Normally you'd know your partner going in and that would give you a starting point. You're going to have to improvise a little bit since you don't know Jack - that's Tracy's husband. As I said, this is not the ordinary course here, but it is what it is. Just to set the stage, I have spoken with him and let him know the broad outlines of the situation. Now, if you'll both put on your wraps, you can wait here for him."

Tracy pulled both of the wraps off the hooks and handed one to me and I put mine on and tied the belt around the waist. Mrs. Smith went out the way we came in. I looked at Tracy and she shrugged.

A minute went by and the other door opened and a rugged-looking man walked in. He looked to be about our age. He was almost a foot taller than me and I could see he was well built under the tight shirt he had on. I smiled.

Tracy spoke first. "Honey, this is Monica. Monica, Jack."

Jack nodded. "Nice to meet you. Monica. I had a chat with Mrs. Smith and she says you were less than honest on your application. Is that true?"

I blinked. I didn't know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't that. I was caught completely off guard. I stammered out, "Yes."

"Is dishonesty the kind of behavior you'd generally find acceptable?"

"Well, no, but..."

He interrupted me. "No, no. No 'buts,' no excuses. Tracy, you and I discussed this recently. What did you agree to if you were naughty?"

Tracy looked at Jack, then back to me and bit her lip. "I... I said maybe you should spank me."

My eyes grew a size wider and a little shiver ran down my back. But that shiver wasn't exactly fear as much as apprehension.

Jack turned back to me. "Well, would that be appropriate for you, Monica?"

I felt my face get hot. "I... I guess so... Please... not too hard."

He sat down on the edge of the bed.

"You leave that to me. Come here and get over my lap."

I felt my heart thumping away in my chest as I took small steps towards his right side where he was pointing. I crouched down and used my hands to brace against his thigh and lay awkwardly across his thighs. I felt him take ahold of my waist with his left hand and grab the bottom of my robe and flip it up over my back, exposing my bare bottom. I had just enough time to feel the embarrassment of my exposure before the first swat landed. It was much harder than I remembered Mrs. Smith's spanks and the second one landed almost before I was able to get the first "Ow!" out.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! His rhythm was fast and relentless and I let loose with a high pitched whine. Just about the moment I was about to beg him to stop he let go of my waist and tugged me by the shoulder to stand me up.

I stood there hopping back and forth, rubbing my bottom with both hands. Tracy took me in her arms and held me. Jack stood up and joined us, and both of them wrapped me up in their arms. Tracy kissed me and then let go and turned me around to face Jack. He reached up gently with his hand and tipped my chin up to look into his face and then he reached down and kissed me. I tentatively wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders.

The next thing I knew I felt Tracy's hands behind me tugging at my wrap to pull it off my shoulders. I turned to look in her direction and she had already taken hers off and tossed it aside. I shrugged mine off

Tracy spoke in a husky voice, "Look at her, baby. Isn't she pretty? She took her spanking like a good girl, didn't she? You want her to suck your cock?"

Jack smiled in response and peeled his shirt up and off him, revealing his muscular chest. I sank to my knees and started to work his belt and pants to free his cock.

When I got his pants and boxers down his cock stuck straight out like a baseball bat. I wrapped my hand around the base of it and took the head straight into my mouth, bathing the knob with my tongue. He rewarded me with a deep, guttural moan.

Tracy stood beside me with her back to Jack. He thrust his arms under hers and squeezed her breasts while she laid her head back on his shoulder and cooed her appreciation.

I decided I wanted to make him come. I wanted to feel him jerk in my mouth and I'd find out just how much that coffee trick worked. I started stroking the base of his cock faster and bobbing my head over his cock, taking as much of it in as I could fit. He only lasted a couple of minutes before he groaned and warned me, "I'm gonna come!"

And just then his cock jumped in my mouth and the first spurt landed right on my tongue. And, no, it wasn't like the coffee at all. It was much, much saltier, but it wasn't so bad. But in the moment I didn't have much mental bandwidth to consider that. What I felt more than anything was pride.

I swallowed what I had in my mouth and stood up. Tracy turned around and kissed Jack and asked, "Was that good? Is she a good little cocksucker?"

Jack said, "Yeah. But I wanted to fuck you, baby."

"Sit down and relax. Let us put on a show for you while you recharge." Then she turned to me. "Come here, let me reward you properly for making my man come."

Tracy took my hand and laid me down on my back and crawled between my legs. I spread myself wide for her and she began to dart her tongue over my sex. She was fast and unpredictable and energetic. I knew she was trying to spur me on, but I was determined to hold out as long as I possibly could. She reached up with both hands and started to alternate mauling my breasts and pinching my nipples to egg me on. It was all I could do to moan and throw my head back and forth. The pleasure rose up in me and I balled my fists up and pounded the bed to try to force it back down.

I heard my own animalistic voice cry out, "Oh, God that's so good! Mmm. Oh you keep it up you're going to make me come!"

I held out as long as I could, riding the edge of the hurricane that was building up in my body. And then the entire world came to a crashing stop as it began. I wailed and my entire body seized up. To this day I'm surprised I didn't hurt her by how hard I squeezed my thighs together in my orgasm.

"Daaamn!" Jack said. "You always come that hard?"

All I could do was pant and smile. Tracy crawled over to Jack. "You ready, baby?"

Jack lay back, his cock sticking straight up. Tracy climbed on top and mounted him, rocking back and forth over his hips.

The two of them fucked like a unit. Their eyes were locked onto each other. I was just part of the furniture. Tracy was completely lost in her own pleasure, moaning and rocking on Jack's cock. Then out of nowhere Jack grabbed her waist, picked her up and turned her over to lay on her back. She spread herself wide for him and he positioned himself on top and quickly re-entered her and started fucking her like an industrial machine. She wrapped her hands around his upper arms and stared lovingly into his eyes.

I watched them make love and felt envy like I couldn't remember. Not jealousy per se - I didn't want to take what they had, but I wanted my own copy of it. I wanted a man to crave my body just like he craved hers. And I suddenly realized that that too was what the institute has given me.

Jack started to groan and Tracy cried out, "That's it! Give it to me. Give me your come!" And she screwed her eyes shut and arched her back as her orgasm began. And just then he thrust once more deeply inside her and held it there, his groans joining hers. I wondered if she had coordinated her orgasm to his on purpose. It was, I decided, more likely than not. Well done.

They continued to kiss. I stood up and quietly made my way to the door, slipping out without disturbing them. I made my way back to what I figured was Mrs. Smith's office and knocked on the door.

She answered and stepped back to let me in. As I stood in front of her. I slowly reached up behind my neck and undid the clasp of the choker, reached back in front of me with the other hand and slowly pulled it down off my neck.

Mrs. Smith didn't react.

"I want to thank you. You were right - I did come in with preconceptions and they were wrong. And those preconceptions were more than just about what this all was. And now I have a new perspective, and I think I know what to do."

I held the cloth out and Mrs. Smith took it and smiled. "Let me go get your things and get your ride home arranged."

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I met with my editor the next day. I told him the story was spiked - the whole thing was just a sleep-away camp for lesbians. I told him I wanted to use some vacation time, that I needed some time to relax. He said, "Sure."

And that's where I am now. My world has been turned upside-down. In just those few days I've all but turned my back on my career and have a new destiny. And that starts with finding the right guy - a guy worthy of what I have to offer.