Wifely Training began with Bella strapped down to her personal bench.
"Count."
"To what?"
Whack! The Professor's hand came down hard on her ass.
"I didn't ask a question. Count until I stop."
The soft suede of the flogger brushed her raised bottom and she began to count. "This won't be so bad," she thought, but by the count of 20, she had changed her mind. With each stroke, the intensity had increased. Now, at 30, her face was as wet as her pussy. She blushed, realizing just how wet she had become.
The flogger reached deep, flicking against her swollen labia. She screamed, forgetting the count, and, to her humiliation, she came.
Sobbing, she let the last string of resistance snap away.
"Good. That was very good, Miss Bella. Do you understand now what will end your twice daily floggings?"
Bella thought, sniffed, then answered: When I come.
"Yes. You must learn to find pleasure even in pain. Now, it's time to start prepping your bottom."
Before Bella could say a word, cold, slick lube was pressed against her anus. Thick fingers worked it inside of her. She squirmed, but the tight straps kept her from moving much. She cried out, begging for it to stop, but did not use her safeword.
Of course, nothing stopped. She'd given consent to everything when she'd signed the registration papers. The only thing that could cause a training session to end was her safeword. Her Professor ignored her begging and slowly pressed in a cold, metal plug. Silently, she thanked her lucky stars that he'd added a ton of lube and was going slowly enough four her body to adjust.
"Two hours with this plug. Tomorrow the plug will be a size bigger and we'll go two and a half hours."
"Each day, a bigger plug or different type and the time will be increased. Do not take it out. Only I can take it out. If you even touch it, you will be severely punished. Do you understand? Your husband will be using your ass as much if not more than your pussy. This will ensure that he can do so without injuring you. "
Bella gasped, her ass feeling full and uncomfortable, but not painful.
"Yes, I understand, Professor. I understand."
She was unstrapped the the bench and told to go to the lunchroom. She was not to speak, but when she finished eating could go to the library to read or outside for a walk. She have a full hour to herself.
When Bella entered the lunch room, she nodded to the two other women already seated at the table. Silently, they all at their soup and salad. After, Bella decided to do a little reading. The library was filled with books, all of which were erotica. Grabbing one, she looked about for a comfy chair. There were none, only hard wooden benches and tables. Sighing, she eased herself down, acutely aware of her tender skin and filled bottom. To her shock, she found she didn't mind either. When the gong sounded indicating all Trainees should go to their classrooms, Bella replaced her book and heading out.
