There were many challenges in the lives of the young women who chose--or in most cases, were required--to attend St. Helga's Academy for Girls. The long classroom hours, the excessive chores, and the strict grading system--upheld through corporal punishment--were all features of regular complaint. But, of all the privations suffered by the Academy's students, the one loathed most fervently was the marital training program.
It was a very straightforward program, intended to prepare the students for their future marriage beds, while also preventing any unseemly incidents of student pregnancy. As only youths eighteen years or older were admitted to the Academy, and as enrollment was technically voluntary, it was entirely legal, though many students initially tried to argue otherwise.
The program began as soon as a student was enrolled. On her first day, she was checked over by a nurse, who ensured that she was healthy--and not, God forbid, already pregnant or carrying any venereal diseases--and then she was fitted with a chastity belt. It was the position of the founders of the Academy that masturbation was not only unseemly, but constituted a sin of unfaithfulness against one's marriage partner, nearly as severe as cheating.
This, of course, was difficult enough for most students, with the hormones of youth ravaging their bodies. The belts came off on a weekly basis for washing, under the watchful eye of the staff; inevitably, at least one new student would be so desperate for a come after the first week or two that she would make a sneaky attempt to rub one out anyway, hands drifting between her legs whenever the supervising staff's attention was on another student in the showers, furtively jacking her stiff little clit or rolling over her swollen labia.
Inevitably, too, the student would be caught and made an example of. For the following month, the cleansing of her belt and nethers would be entirely in the hands of the staff. Specific staff members were trained for the job, and they truly endeavored to make it a punishment; rather than the quick soap and rinse that most wise students preferred, the girl would be obligated to spread her legs and reveal her twitching sex to be gently caressed with water for minutes on end, leaving the poor young woman panting and humping helplessly into the spray in front of her fellow students as she was brought to the edge, and then crying bitter tears when she was denied and locked back into her belt.
The enforced denial was also often compounded by the corporal punishment. Many of the teachers would discipline an incorrect answer or wandering attention by bending the student over her own desk, lifting her skirt, and giving her several stinging slaps across the butt with a ruler or even with their own hand, leaving her smarting and squirming.
Even students who initially displayed no tendencies towards masochism, who perhaps sneered at their fellow girls who dripped through their belts when being spanked, would find by their second or third semester that their body was beginning to associate and confuse the throbbing pain in their ass with the throbbing ache in their locked-up sex, leaving their bodies hot and desperate for the rest of the day after a solid spanking.
The girls spread a legend about a student who had one time gotten such a severe spanking and had loved the pain of it so much that she'd been brought to a screaming climax right there in front of the whole class. They whispered the tale like a ghost story and called the supposed student "poor Sally Spanks", but many of them shifted their thighs restlessly while talking about it, their eyes dark with longing.
