Catholic Finishing School Part 3
In a make-believe world, all characters are above 18. This happens at Our Blessed Redeemer Finishing Academy for Men in Mississippi for young men aged 19-23, where the males are taught in a CFNM environment. Additionally, a portion of this story includes CMNF, taking place at Our Blessed Mother Finishing Academy for Ladies in Arkansas for ladies aged 19-23, where the females and males work there.
Lyle entered the lecture hall, setting his books on an empty desk and adopting the humility position. He was in his first week at Our Blessed Redeemer, still adjusting to the life of being naked. As he reflected on his friends at public schools, he envied their ability to join fraternities, attend parties, or find girlfriends to sleep with in their dorms. His chubby stomach was exposed for all to see. His erection had dissipated after the morning purity education class, leaving traces of lube on his crack.
Several guys were already present for the geometry class. As time passed, more attended, all in humility position, showcasing their chests and bellies with soft penises dangling between their legs. One of them was Brandon, a timid, nerdy fellow with a small, hooded penis that retained some swelling from the purity class an hour earlier.
Scott, a senior and the course's teaching assistant, arrived next. By stepping to the front of the room, he exposed his protruding belly button and his non-rigid cock. Justin had peeked at Scott's considerable erection a few nights prior during a purity education class that concluded in collective edging.
Scott placed his books next to the lectern before assuming the humility position. Lyle felt envious as he imagined the woman Scott's wife-to-be would be enjoying his cock. His flaccid dick matched the hardness of Lyle's.
The teachers, despite their positions, were similarly stripped of dignity. Duke once informed Lyle that one teacher had been punished for being out of position when the professor entered. The professor had introduced her to the strap, marking her bottom with its red stripes.
Class progressed as usual until Sister Beulah, a stern woman in her early thirties, entered. In charge of the academy, she thrived on her male students' submission.
As the students stood to leave, Sister Beulah said, "Lyle and Brandon, please remain. Everyone else can go." Nervous, Lyle and Brandon wondered what was in store for them. She confronted them with, "So, boys, do you have any idea what this is about?" Lyle and Brandon looked at each other suspiciously. She informed them, "It appears someone reported seeing Lorenzo giving you homework answers in the cafeteria." She produced a long, thick leather strap from her bag.
Brandon's breathing quickened upon noticing the strap, recalled Duke's story of the TA's punishment, almost causing him to lose control of his bladder.
Lyle responded, "We were having difficulties with the questions and thought, if Lorenzo gave us the answers, we could verify our work."
Sister Beulah commented, "You're lying, and you're both guilty of cheating. Do you know I could have you both expelled for this?"
The boys appeared terrified, exclaiming, "Please don't... not that." "I can't be expelled!" Lyle pleaded. Sister Beulah declared, "Lucky for you, I believe I can offer an alternative to involving Mother Corrina. I think a little bit of the strap will eliminate your desire to cheat in my class." She smacked the strap into her palm, creating a loud CLAP!
"We'll take anything but expulsion." Lyle sighed. His penis retreated into his body. Brandon's testicles had retracted into his wrinkled scrotum.
Sister Beulah instructed, "You two, move to the front of the room together." Lyle and Brandon lowered their heads as they got up from their seats and slowly walked to the room's center. Sister Beulah commanded, "Bend over with your hands on your knees." The sisters watched as their backsides were exposed. Sister Beulah held a strap with one hand while holding the handle of a strap with the other hand. She informed them, "You'll each receive thirty hits with this strap. I'll batter one of you and you'll say 'one', then I'll batter the other and he'll say 'two'. We'll switch back and forth until we reach sixty. Do you follow?"
Lyle replied hesitantly, "Yes, Sister."
Brandon mumbled fearfully, "Yes, ma'am."
Sister Beulah stood behind Lyle and struck the first, loud impact, producing a shouted "Agh!" He promptly yelled, "One."
Brandon was then stricken with another loud impact. He let out a whining "Oooh!" as he said, "Two."
This pattern persisted. At the halfway mark, Lyle noticed that Brandon was crying. Lyle soon joined him in their tears. Sister Beulah finished the last twenty swats, maintaining their verbal counting.
Afterward, she questioned, "Gentlemen, will you be deceiving me again?"
Through their tears, Lyle and Brandon assured her they wouldn't. Sister Beulah sent them away, saying, "Remember, Lorenzo will also be in trouble tonight. I'll strap him." Lyle and Brandon, groaning in pain, exited with their books towards the hallway. Individuals observing them noticed their bright red bottoms.
In the school's outstanding seniors purity education class, Lorenzo was exempted and had to endure sixty strikes from Sister Beulah's strap in the gym's center for violating the rules. Sister Morgan watched along with the eight other male students. Judd and his fellow seniors quietly stood in submission as they touched their cocks, feeling the sensations from their anal plugs and wincing at each strike inflicted on Lorenzo's hairy ass.
Following the lesson, Judith, Judd's 22-year-old fiancée, was enduring her own frustration thousands of miles away at Our Blessed Mother Finishing Academy for Ladies in Arkansas. At a distance, she felt sexual frustration due to her father, who had told her this school would instill discipline since her grades had slipped and she'd become lax. She didn't expect she'd be converting to such a strict regime, especially following reports that Judd's father regularly spanked his 21-year-old son with a hairbrush.
Upon starting at this college, she was required to disrobe before the permanent headmaster, Monsignor Gregor, who had a fatherly appearance. Father Jacob, an attractive thirty-year-old with wavy black hair, ran the purity class. The 19-year-old coeds surrounding him moaned in pleasure. Judith was surprised by the male-dominated environment. She struggled to accept being ordered to undress, revealing her 47D chest and genitals. Sister Morgan took note of some students still wearing tampons.
A significant change from her previous college experience, Judith was immediately instructed to remain exposed for her remaining years. Monsignor Gregor barked at her: "Remove your bra and panties now!" She obeyed. The shock of exposing herself to a room filled with men was profound.
Later, during the class, Judith sat in uncomfortable agony with the plug inside of her, receiving a lesson from Father Jacob, while her future husband faced pain on his own.
Meanwhile, Judd's impotent penis strained against the steel confines of his chastity cage. Afar, Judith was gradually coming to terms with her new, browserless, anal-only regime, saying to herself, "This is kind of degrading for a university graduate, but... I want to keep my fiancé. After all, a man in a cage is always a challenge to free."
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They were all humiliated, their bodies on full display. The wooden poles they were attached to revealed their femininity with their breasts pushed forward and their pubic regions exposed. Between each of their legs, a purity stick was stationed, providing sensations they could never fight. These devices vibrated and had attachments that spun and vibrated in different directions on their sensitive clits. They couldn't get used to the different rhythms. Judith tried to remain still, but the purity stick gave her the most intense pleasure her swollen pussy had ever experienced.
Father Jacob observed them from afar at the gymnasium. Three students were absent that day due to their monthly menstruation. They were, of course, exempt and read about the importance of sexual chastity in the library.
The devices were just like the male purity bulbs. They held the women on the brink of orgasm for an entire hour and a half.
Judith was clenching her teeth. Her legs were trembling, and her crotch was twitching. The clit stimulator was pushing her to the brink. Father Jacob approached the girl beside her. He shared her priest's fascination with this torture. Father Jacob said, "Girl, how could you say that? The only time you ought to almost reach orgasm is during intercourse with your husband in your quest to conceive." Then, he threw her small breasts a harsh slap with the palm of his hand. "I'm sorry," she cried.
He strode back to his laptop. As he passed each woman, he glimpsed their soaking folds. Some ladies were bald, while others had pubic hair. He scooped up his laptop and said, "It's over." His fingers struck the keys, and he observed the wands' vibrational frequency increase. The building was filled with shrieks of ecstatic pleasure. The girls were convulsing as they climaxed and released their fluids onto the wands.
Judith struggled to block the approaching orgasm. She was a powerful squirter, and every time she reached this point, she felt embarrassed. She knew the other women were watching her. Although some women in her class could squirt, none were like her. The convulsions stopped, leaving a sizable puddle on the floor.
Father Jacob bit his lip. Judith's fiancée was a fortunate man. He permitted the students to endure the orgasm for nearly a full minute. The tiny brunette with perky cup size B breasts beside Judith had glazed, her eyeballs rolled up in her head, and Judith was weeping. Her squirting had finally ended, and the floor was wet. Father Jacob ordered, "Stand down from the purity sticks."
The women obeyed, stepping back on shaky legs. Father Jacob handed them towels. "Clean up," he instructed, "you're dismissed."
The week continued, and the women became more familiar with the purification classes. They realized it's futile to clean themselves and instead turned and faced each other. Judith and the petite brunette stayed mute as they dabbed at their soaked crotches with their towels.
Once dismissed, Judith followed the other naked women to the cafeteria.
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