“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” Max ran to Cat the moment she stepped inside the door and wrapped her up tightly in her arms. “You’re ok? You’re still in one piece?”

“And you?” Cat asked, stepping out from the embrace and visually assessing her friend. She looked…punchy? She had a weird expression on her face, of that Cat was certain.

“Oh ho, my good comrade,” Max laughed, “You would not believe what I am sporting at our present moment in time. What a fucking pervert.”

“What a fucking creep,” Cat replied. Max gasped and looked at Cat with an expression that legitimately looked like she had been shocked. Cat smiled.

“Catty Cat! Oh my god, what happened?! F-bomb?!”

”I’m free of my confines, Max,” Cat stated proudly. Max gasped. Again, legitimately shocked.

“NO!”

“Yes, completely. If I had to guess from the absolutely revolting way the dean melted down in front of me when he discovered I had a - horror - tear in my hymen from the belt…”

“NO!!” Max cried and let out a loud bark of laughter. “Stop it! STOP! It fucking tore… oh my god, Cat. That is the funniest fucking thing I have heard since the summer. You’re joking!”

“I’m free of it,” Cat shrugged. “Though I’m horrified at the thought of what it could mean for every single Friday for the foreseeable future…”

Max stared at her friend with something that looked like dumbstruck awe, “And he just let you go, just like that, nothing else?”

Cat shuddered, “I mean, I don't have to wear a chastity belt for the time being. He made some weird comment that I could barely hear about it having come at the request of my parents. Not surprising, if that's true.”

“Ew, gross, daddy,” Max twisted her face into a visage of revulsion.

“Yeah, but he - the dean - also fucking BEAT me with that horrid rod,” she ran a hand across her belly where she could feel a lingering flare of pain from where he had cracked the wooden implement against her skin.

“Can't be worse than a dozen whips of the evil thing to the ass,” Max shifted uncomfortably and Cat gasped.

“Why?” Cat asked.

“Why not?”

“What did you do to get struck a dozen times?” Cat asked, desperate to ensure she wouldn't soon meet the same fate.

“I don't know, had a vagina?” Max shrugged. “Literally nothing. I followed every single one of his requests and commands without complaint or flinching. Best actress of the year goes to me.” She sat up straighter and grinned, “Our dear dean is no where near as prim and proper as he's made us to believe, Cat.”

“What do you mean?”

“For wanting pure, proper and chaste scholars, he certainly has a funny way of showing it,” she continued to evade Cat’s questions.

“Max! Tell me! What did he do?!” Cat was desperate for any information.

“He did this ridiculous ‘anatomy’ quiz thing or something. Pointed, prodded or outright smacked various parts of my body and started asking questions about what it was, function, how many bones are located where, so on and so forth…”

“Same with me,” Cat nodded.

“God, it was endless!!” Max exclaimed. “Like, every inch of my body was tapped, poked or slapped in some way.” Oh. Cat hadn't quite experienced that. “My nipples are so goddamn sore. He screwed something on them that I couldn't see and every answer I got wrong, he'd smack the rod against them.” Cat crossed her legs tightly together.

“But then we got to the end of the quiz or whatever and he told me to spread my legs. Of course.” She shuddered. “He left me there for like a full minute as he made this great big show of going to retrieve the key for my stupid belt, came back over and loomed over me like a fucking weirdo as he twirled the key above my face.”

Cat could draw the similarities between their separate experiences, but she had an uneasy feeling as Max continued with her story.

“He like, pulled me up off the table by the belt. God, he's fucking STRONG, Cat. I couldn't believe it. Just like, lifted me up with one arm. I don't even know why he did it. He didn't even do anything. Just like, shook me to show me that he could?” She shook her head a couple of times and continued, “He set me back down and unlocked the belt. Dismantled it from my body. Oh my god, the relief!! Then, super creepy, he ran his hand along the welt the stupid thing left in my belly, from, you know, wearing it too tight for a fucking week.”

Her face changed then and her voice dropped low and quiet, “He touched me, Cat. Like, really fucking touched me, and I gotta say, I don't think he was checking for anything other than to see what my pussy felt like.”

Cat blushed deep red and gasped. Max laughed incredulously.

“Yeah, there was nothing even remotely educational about it,” Max continued. “I'm not sure why I didn't kick him in the balls or just up and run out of the room…” then she blushed deeply. “Listen, Cat, I need to tell you a secret and you absolutely cannot tell another living soul here. Promise?”

Cat nodded mutely.

“Before I came here, over the summer, I had a boyfriend. He was 21. I met him at a bar that I got into with a fake ID. We never had sex, I'm not stupid, but we…we did other stuff.”

“What other stuff?” Cat asked. She honestly didn't know a thing about human sexuality other than sex was something a man and a woman did together once they were married.

“He loved to use his fingers on me. He loved it when I would give him a blow job while he did this,” Max explained. Cat gasped.

“Did it hurt??” Cat asked, eyes wide.

“Oh my god, no, it felt so fucking good. He had long, nimble fingers…” a dreamy look fell over Max's face. She shook her head as if to shake the memory from her mind. “Anyway, the dean…he used his fingers on me. Kind of like that guy did.” Her blush deepened. “Cat. I think I liked it?”

“No!” Cat gasped again. She was going to hyperventilate.

She shook her head again, “Well, trouble is, I think the dean realized I liked it too…”

“Oh.”

“So it was at that point that he made me turn over into my belly and ruined everything,” Max continued. “He thrashed me HARD across the butt with that fucking rod. A dozen times. A dozen! Why twelve?! He gave me a bunch of shots in the ass, I'm like a fucking pincushion back there now, all these little dots and slashes across my cheeks.”

“What else?” Cat was absolutely horrified. She felt like whatever the hell she had experienced had let her off remarkably easy. All she'd had to do was shell out a hundred dollars for a flimsy basic white bra at the end of her ordeal. Well. And the whips that she had taken from the rod herself.

Max got quiet and picked at her cuticles as she weighed what and how much to share with her roommate next.

“He did whatever he'd done to you. I think,” Max shared. “Up the butt, that is. I dunno. He didn't do a pelvic exam on me like he did to you. He did one, but not the same way. But he put something up my ass twice. The first time was nothing, just felt weird and embarrassing to lay there all quiet while something was sticking up out of my butt. The second…” she swallowed hard. “He said it was a five. I'm not sure what a five is? He tried a six but I shrieked when he pushed it in. He didn't like that. That's when he made me turn back over onto my back.”

How much had her friend undergone?!

“I won't terrify you with all the sordid details about how a pelvic exam is actually done, Cat,” she waved her hand dismissively. “It's uncomfortable, humiliating, and kind of fucking hurts if you're a virgin and getting the exam from some sort of sadistic professor with a total power trip.”

Cat’s mind raced as she tried to fill in the blanks from the incredibly vague details Max was relaying to her.

“At the end of the exam, he shoved something up inside of me. Then he did the weirdest thing and instead of taking it out, he put me back into the belt. Comfortably, finally, I might add.”

“You have something INSIDE of you?!?” Cat asked incredulously, unable to stop looking towards her friend's lap where she sat facing her.

“Oh god, do I ever,” Max shifted and grinned again. “I have no idea what it's supposed to accomplish, but it's a fucking delight, Catty Cat.” She lowered her voice to a whisper, “I orgasmed on my walk back here after class!”

Cat gasped and her mouth dropped open, stayed that way. She was legitimately and completely shocked.

“So! I have no idea what the purpose or intention of physical education was or even is at this point,” Max stood up and shook her hips a little, “But I'm not totally complaining at the moment. Certainly not what I expected in the slightest, but I don't mind the free gratification here.”

“How…how long?” Cat asked, struggling to find comparison between their experiences beyond the weird quiz.

“I assume until class next Friday,” Max shrugged. “Maybe it'll get uncomfortable as the days go on? But goddamn, I'm loving it right now, today.”

She wiggled again and went back to her desk in the corner.