Chapter 2: The Biology Class
Mr Beddington walked purposefully into the class of eighteen-year-olds at Beechwood High School sixth form. They were patiently awaiting his arrival. He placed his briefcase on the teacher's desk and looked around the class at the casually dressed boys and the girls who were totally naked except for a pair of four-inch heels. "Now, I understand that Mr Pettigrew has given you a general idea of the work of Professor Petsford. He, of course, will have dealt with it from the historical point of view and will have given you some idea of why the professor's work was so necessary in order to restore society and improve its structure. I shall be dealing with the biological side of the professor's work and we shall be examining the usefulness of the clitoris ring."
One of the boys put up his hand.
"Yes Jack?"
"Will we be seeing how the ring works sir?"
"Indeed you will," replied the teacher. "These classes will not be theoretical. You are to regard them as part of your sex education, and, quite naturally, we will be using some of the girls to illustrate certain aspects of our studies. Depending on which careers you choose, some of you will be deciding to get married in a year or two, so you will need an intimate knowledge of the female body. As sexual intercourse is, of course, totally banned except between husband and wife, you will only need to study this matter towards the end of the year. "
When their teacher said "using some of the girls," several of the boys looked at each other and grinned, but the girls looked distinctly apprehensive.
Mr Beddington resumed: "Now I want you all to take out your biology notebooks, the ones with the drawing pages interleaved, as you'll need to make some diagrams."
The class put their books on their desks and settled down to hear what their teacher was about to say.
"Before I deal with the clitoris ring, I want to say a few things about the clitoris itself so I'll need a girl to help me. Myra, come here." He spoke to an attractive blonde in the front row. She walked out and stood in front of her teacher. He put his arm around her waist, his other arm behind her legs and lifted the naked girl onto his desk.
"Now, Myra, just open your legs as I want to talk about your clitoris." Mr Beddington now had the full attention of the whole class. "Long before the days of Professor Petsford, it was known that the clitoris had no other use than to give a female pleasure. Indeed it may be looked upon as the very centre of female sexuality. It is the most sensitive part of the female body and has more nerve endings than even the tip of the male organ which, as you boys well know, is also very sensitive."
A hand shot up. "Yes, Simon?"
"Is that why girls rub their clitorises when they're masturbating, sir?"
"Yes, indeed. Even a slight touch or a flick with a finger can give a female quite a pleasurable sensation. Let me demonstrate."
He turned to Myra and, putting his hand between her open legs, gave her naked clitoris several quick flicks with his index finger. She instantly raised one leg and bent forward as the sexual sensation ran through her. She turned bright red with embarrassment.
Her teacher smiled at her and then looked at the class. "You see, it didn't take much to get her going did it? Now, Myra, when you masturbate do you start by rubbing your clitoris or do you finger your vagina?"
This personal and humiliating question made the girl turn an even brighter shade of red as she stammered . . . "I . . . er, um . . . I . . . well . . ."
"Come on Myra, out with it! Which do you do first? Or do you do both at the same time?" There were loud giggles from all the boys who were enjoying the probing questions.
"I . . er . . . I think I rub my clitoris first, sir," admitted the embarrassed blonde looking down at the desk she was standing on.
"Right!" said Mr Beddington with an expansive laugh. "Now we all know. We'll be experimenting with a number of girls later, getting them to show us how they masturbate and we'll be comparing manual and oral stimulation with the help of some of the boys, and finally the dynamic effect of using the clitoris ring to its full potential."
The teacher spread his hands on the desk in front of him and leaned forward with a wide smile. "I want to say a word now to all the girls. You would all have had your clitoris ring fitted soon after you were born, and, up until now, you've never been able to remove it. Well, part of the professor's plan was to provide men with a hand set not only for operating the clitoris ring but also for removing it if they should wish to do so. I have here a master hand set with the code of all your rings programmed into it and I'm now going to unlock them so that you can temporarily remove them." He pressed a button on his hand set. There was a ripple of excitement from all the girls as they felt the rings move. Soon they were holding them up in amazement and studying them closely.
He paused slightly and then went on. "Now, I'm enough of a realist to know that some of you boys have considerable knowledge of female anatomy, but I want you now to experiment. All the girls who are sitting next to a boy, put your hands on your heads and open your legs." The girls instantly obeyed wondering what was coming next.
"Now, gentlemen, it's important to know exactly where the clitoris is found. It's about the size of a pea and just above the vagina so I want you to feel between the legs of the girl you are sitting with until you find her clitoris. On this occasion you will have no help by just locating the ring. When you've found it you will most certainly know by the reaction of the girl. You can give it a sharp rubbing, then you will definitely know you've found it by her squeals. When you've found it I want you to put up your hand."
