Dizziness suddenly assaulted Wyndi, forcing her to put a hand up to her head to steady herself. That was... odd. What had she just been thinking about? She'd been in her bedroom with someone and was asking to...
She blushed.
Another silly daydream. She tended to get those during lessons when the lectures started getting rather dull. Which was often. Wyndi looked around at the other women around her, confused as to how
they
managed to sit still and pay attention so easily. She frowned as she tried to focus on their faces. They were oddly familiar for some reason.
Wyndi shook her head. She needed to snap out of it and focus up before-
"Would you like to join the rest of us for the lesson, missy?" a stern voice said. Wyndi's head snapped forward where she saw a woman--also vaguely familiar in a way she couldn't identify--with blonde hair wearing a studious jacket and pair of spectacles. She was staring directly at Wyndi with her arms crossed and eyebrow cocked.
"Um... ma'am?" Wyndi squeaked.
"I asked you a
question
."
Wyndi blushed as she felt several pairs of eyes turn her way and felt embarrassment blossom in her chest. "Could you... repeat it, please?" Something about all of this felt off. This class, these lessons, they felt normal to Wyndi,
routine
, but why didn't she know her tutor's name or anyone else in the room? Why did her brain feel so scattered and uncentered?
The tutor sighed dramatically. "Head in the clouds again, I see. Should've expected as much from the class ditz."
Wyndi's blush deepened as she heard giggling and whispering echo around the room.
"I'm not a ditz!" Wyndi blurted out, horrified at the assumption.
The tutor raised her eyebrow again and looked Wyndi up and down. "Really? You certainly looked the part."
Wyndi clenched her fists in frustration. So what if she left a few buttons on her blouse undone and preferred shorter skirts than the other girls? That didn't have
anything
to do with her intelligence! She felt so embarrassed and angry that she found herself struggling to find the right words. "I'm not a ditz," she repeated.
"Oh yeah?" the tutor asked, a smirk appearing on her lips. "You're not some scattered-brain bimbo? You're not some ditzy air-headed that gets distracted by the bouncing of her own tits?"
"No!"
"Then come up here and prove it," she said, gesturing to the front of the class and holding out a piece of chalk.
Wyndi glanced around at everyone staring at her. Part of her mind was telling her that this was a trap, but the other part was telling her that a person of authority had just given her a command. She needed to listen. To
obey
.
Wyndi stood up from her chair and hesitantly walked forward. Her breasts
did
bounce a little in her push-up bra as she made her way to the front, but she did
not
get distracted by it. Once she reached her destination, she took the chalk from the tutor and met her eyes in challenge.
"Write the five forms of noble combat stances."
Really? That was it? Wyndi knew
those
. Heck, practically every
child
with a basic lesson in knightly curriculum knew all five by heart. Wyndi scoffed and turned to the large blackboard in front of her and began scribbling.
Chalice, Crystal, Silver, Fortress,
and... and...
Oh,
hell
. Wyndi
knew
what the last one was, it's mechanics, philosophy, and advanced forms, but she just couldn't think of the name off the top of her head. She bit her lip as she tried to force the information from her mind to put onto the board.
"Having trouble?" Tutor asked, her voice tinged with amusement.
"I-I know the last one, ma'am. I just can't-"
"Can't think of the last one..." She rolled her eyes. "A likely story." Her smile became more predatory as she turned and looked at the rest of the class. "The last stance is
Mind
, everyone. As I'm sure you all knew."
The giggles and whisper rose up again, this time with more gusto. Wyndi felt a burning in her face. As well as down below. She... she wasn't getting
turned on
by this, was she?
"Let me try again!" Wyndi begged, now determined to prove herself. She couldn't have anyone thinking she was an
idiot
.
"Are you sure? I think you've already made yourself look foolish enough."
Wyndi nodded insistently.
Tutor sighed. "Very well," she said. "Let's try something a bit
easier
, shall we? What are the four major constellations?"
Wyndi paled. She knew this one, didn't she? Then why was the only one coming to mind Eskos? She's spent countless nights staring up at the sky and pointing all the major
and
minor constellations to friends. It was like her head suddenly felt like it was filled with cotton and molasses.
"Struggling already? After only one?" Tutor asked with mock surprise. "Perhaps you need something even
easier
for that little mind of yours."
Wyndi silently nodded her head in acceptance and the classroom behind her openly laughed and jeered. The humiliation forced Wyndi to hide her face... And squeeze her legs together.
"Alright, precious." Tutor said slowly, as if speaking to a child. "What are the three rules for fey?"
Wyndi quickly turned to the board and raised her chalk to write, hopefully before her mind slowed down further. They were... they were...
She glanced down in concentration, not realizing she'd started rocking back and forth on her heels as she thought. The motion made her tits jiggle a bit--not that Wyndi was getting distracted by them, of course. Though, they
were
super cute.
She
was super cute. Wyndi hoped at least one of the other girls thought so too. Maybe then, after the lesson, they could sneak out back behind the study house and--
Focus,
she told herself. Wyndi looked back up, giving a hop as she snapped back into attention on the task at hand. As she did, her tits gave a
big
bounce, which made her giggle. It was fun to bounce her boobs! Bouncy-bouncy bounce! Just like her thoughts! One moment they were there, the next they just
bounced
away!
Wyndi stood there, staring down at her chest and giggling as she hopped up and down until a pair of fingers snapped under her nose, bringing her back to reality.
"The question, sweetheart," Tutor said. She spoke nice and slow to make sure Wyndi understood her. That was nice of her!
Wyndi looked back at the board, biting the edge of her lip. What had the question even been again? She couldn't remember.
"Um, could I get an easier one, please?" Wyndi asked demurely. Maybe if she was
really
nice everyone would think she was smart. That... that made sense, right?
"Of course," Tutor said, barely keeping the laughter out of her voice.
Wyndi smiled and began to hear whispers from the back of the class echo towards her.
What a bimbo!
Total ditz!
The hot ones are always brainless.
Wyndi giggled. They thought she was hot! That was great!
"Go ahead," Tutor was speaking again, "and write what one plus one is."
Wyndi nodded and turned to the board. Of
course
she knew what one plus one was! Duh! That was super easy. It was just, gosh, the fire burning in her loins made it so hard to
think
. It was as if with every wrong answer she got, the more her intelligence drained from her brain.
And leaked out between her legs.
More whispers.
Look at her lean forward like that! I can see right up her skirt!
Dumb ditz probably doesn't even know this.
I'd do anything to fuck what little brains she has right out from under her.
Wyndi stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth as she tried to keep her mind on straight, but then her thoughts got all
bouncy
again and she could help but think about hot girls and sex and having sex with hot girls. Licking cunts, fingers rubbing her clit, sucking girlcock. It all just seemed so
goooood.
She brought her free hand up and began fondling one of her breasts as she also started rubbing her legs together. Wyndi knew she should be thinking of something important right now, but her head was just so... so...
Bouncy! Up and down, boing-boing-boing! Just like my titties!
Wyndi didn't know how long she'd been standing there groping herself and pretending to do math, but when she came to, just about everyone was snickering behind her back.
"Um, what was the question again?"
"Oh you poor, sweet lamb," Tutor said. "How about one last try?"
"Okay!" Wyndi smiled. Another try sounded great! She may not have been the smartest girl in the class, but this was a chance to prove she wasn't dumb! She just got... distracted sometimes.
"Spell. Your. Name."
Wyndi clapped. She could do that! Even through all the thoughts of fucking and sucking and fingering and bouncy titties she could do that! Wyndi scrawled her name across the board in big, pretty letters before stepping to the side and gesturing to her masterpiece in enthusiasm. She was practically
beaming
with pride. She'd done it!
Everyone burst into laughter. Even Tutor.
Wyndi frowned, feeling her cheeks burn like a furnace. What had she done wrong? She looked back at the board. All the letters were in the right place, she had the right number. What was the deal?
"
That's
how you think your name is spelt?"
"Y-yes?" Wyndi stammered, now unsure.
Tutor rolled her eyes and snatched the chalk from Wyndi. She began to write under Wyndi's own writing. When she finished, the letters were different, but only slightly.
W. E. N. D. Y.
Wendy?!
Her name wasn't that! They weren't even pr... proh... prow...
