Cat didn’t know anything about sex. Her entire life she was told it was something that happened when a man and a woman were in love and married. Done deal, end of story, you’ll find out when you’re older.

She’d heard about sexual acts, so she did have some sort of baseline to refer back to. She knew her own private parts well enough. She knew about a boy’s genitalia. But beyond that… the whole act confused her. She assumed that the boy would stick himself inside of her some day. But how? How would it feel? She didn’t think she’d enjoy it. Certainly not at this point after she’d undergone assessments and examinations from the dean. Why on earth would she want anyone sticking anything up inside of her? It felt weird. Wrong. It hurt.

Her first Friday of sexual education, she arrived early to the dean’s study again. Too early. She waited in the atrium as he finished with another girl inside. The receptionist refused to look up from her desk. She never once made eye contact with Cat. Very unlike most of the girls that sat in the reception seat. Cat wondered if she knew what Cat was here to study. Wondered what that meant for the receptionist after she had gone back home.

The distinct sound of a shriek, followed by a long sob and dramatic crying in its wake. Cat looked up at the clock. 11:56 a.m. Was the dean actually going to run late?! She wondered who was in there with him currently. What he had done to the poor girl she could hear wailing beyond the door.

At exactly noon, the room flashed red, the buzzer blared and the doors began to open. The exam table was turned out. The dean was standing at his bookcase and Cat saw the briefest glance of a girl that she was fairly certain she recognized being ushered up the stairs along with… another girl? It startled and confused Cat. The bookcase closed and the dean smiled warmly at Cat as she stood in the middle of his study - completely clueless as to whether or not he wanted to sit and talk with her first, or if he was going to immediately strip her naked and spread her out on the exam table.

“Have a seat, Catherine, I'll be right with you,” he nodded towards his desk and Cat exhaled a sigh of relief she didn't even realize she was holding.

The dean carefully picked several books off the shelf and tucked them under his arm. Walked back to his desk and let the books drop down with a startling BANG. Cat jumped in her chair.

“Catherine, I'm required to ask, for some asinine reason, if you would prefer to have a patron join us for our lessons,” the dean said with a dramatic eye roll.

“Why, sir?” She asked. The only thing that seemed worse than taking sexual education with the dean was to be subjected to an emotionless and cruel patron joining them in the study.

“Due to the…sensitive nature of our upcoming studies,” he explained, “some scholars prefer another individual present in the class.”

“Oh. No. I'm ok,” Cat replied, uneasy.

“Wonderful,” the dean beamed a smile at her and her heart skipped a beat. He pushed the five books that he had selected from his bookshelves and pushed them across the desk to Cat. “These are your required reading for the semester. You can read them in whatever order you wish. One per month. I'll ask you which you start with when we meet again next week and then we can discuss what you've read in our Friday lessons.”

“Oh. Ok,” she said as she gathered the books in front of her. Furtively glanced at the bindings and titles. They didn't look like textbooks. Two of them were exceptionally thin. She could read them both by next week. She could probably read all five by the end of the month.

“I’m going to ask you a couple of uncomfortable questions, Catherine,” the dean began, Cat swallowed nervously. “How would you describe your current knowledge of human sexuality?”

Cat flushed bright red, “Sir?”

“Sex, Catherine,” he said bluntly, “What do you currently know?”

Her face felt even hotter as she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The dean chuckled.

“Your parents truly shared nothing with you?” He prodded further.

“Just…when a man and woman fall and love and get married that they have sex, sir. For procreation. To have children,” she answered quietly.

The dean nodded thoughtfully, “And of your own body? The female body? The male body?”

“Sir,” she felt like she might be purple on account of how mortified she currently felt.

“I’ll remind you, Catherine, I’m a medical doctor. There’s no need to be ashamed of the human body. You’re not going to surprise me if you name a body part or two.”

Cat cleared her throat nervously, “I’m familiar enough with my own body, sir. I know the parts. I know boys, men, have…” her cheeks flamed again and she lowered her voice to a whisper, “A penis.”

The dean laughed as if he was truly amused and entertained. Cat was only further mortified that he seemed to be entertained by her ignorance and embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, Catherine,” he said, amused, “it’s rare that a scholar comes to us so… innocent and naive. Your parents truly did an exemplary job preparing you for our college here.”

Exemplary?! And here Cat thought that she had been completely clueless compared to other girls in her dormitory, certainly compared to Max. She hung her head and looked down at her hands in her lap.

“We’ll begin with a simple anatomy lesson for today,” he said standing up. Her breath caught in her throat. “You may get undressed from the waist down and meet me over at the table.” He nodded in the direction of that dreaded examination table and her heart plummeted into her feet. She didn’t need a lesson on her own anatomy! She knew what she needed to know about herself and that was sufficient enough for her.

She reluctantly stood up as the dean made his way across the room, followed him over to the exam table, slowly began to peel off her skirt and underwear. She she stood back up with her panties in hand, she startled as she watched the dean pull a giant mirror on wheels out from the wall. What the… she’d NEVER seen a mirror in this room before. She’d never even known that there was something tucked into the wall right behind the table. Although. The table itself was hard to ignore or look beyond, considering how much she dreaded being directed to it.

“Before you hop up, let me just affix the stirrups…” he said as he positioned the giant mirror at the end of the table, then went back to the wall of cabinets and grabbed those bizarre metal poles that he’d used during her examination after the bonfire.

Oh. Oh fuck. Realization hit her like a lightning bolt. She wanted to bolt out of the room herself.

He loudly attached the metal stirrups to the metal table. Swung the feet out wide and genially patted the top of the table, indicating that she hop on up. She gave him a scathing, withering look as she reluctantly eased herself up to sit on the table, but didn’t make any further move to lay back.

“Sir, I know about my vagina,” she challenged. He laughed. She wanted to spit in his face.

“Lay back, Catherine,” he evaded her comment and grabbed a rod from under the table to demonstrate that her cooperation was mandatory in whatever he had planned for her.

Her heart beat erratically as she reluctantly reclined backward. She hated this table so, so much. It was too hard. Too cold.

“Feet in the stirrups, please,” he said cheerily as he watched her move herself into position. “I can place them there for you if you need assistance.”

She looked up at the metal foot rests. They were so high up off the table. The position they left her in was so… humiliating. Vulnerable. Made her feel small. She lifted her left leg, but no matter how high she felt like she was lifting her foot, it wasn’t high enough. The dean caught her foot and gently placed it in the stirrup. Without her asking, he grasped at her other foot, lifted her leg and positioned it into place on the right side.

She let out a resigned sigh, a sound of defeat and fear as she stared up at the ceiling and felt the cold air in the room against her genitals. She felt SO exposed. So… dirty.

“I’m going to raise the back of the table slightly, I want to be sure you can see yourself in the mirror here,” the dean said as he walked around the table towards her head. She had no idea the table changed positions. She’d only ever laid on it flat. There was a loud squeal of metal against metal under her head and she slowly felt her upper body elevate. As she was raised, her backside slid further down towards the edge of the table. She squeaked as she felt like she might just slide right off the end.

“Can you see yourself, Catherine?” The dean asked as the table stopped moving. Cat didn’t realize that she’d closed her eyes. She opened them and looked ahead at… oh god. It was the most obscene thing she’d ever seen in her entire life. Her legs spread up and out - so wide - fully exposing every single part of her genitalia. Her hands flew between her legs to cover her privates and the dean laughed again. She wanted to punch him. He seemed to be in a good mood but at her expense? Not only was she mortified and humiliated, she was livid.

“Now Catherine,” he said as she heard metal clink and clang from somewhere behind her, “I’m going to use a device here today. It shouldn’t hurt, but it will probably be uncomfortable.”

Nothing could be more uncomfortable than her staring down herself and her nudity, but what did she know? Every time she found herself on this damned table these days something worse was bound to occur.

“This will allow me to show and point without a bunch of unnecessary pulling and prodding,” he explained vaguely. He came back around to the front of the table and stood between her legs, blocking her own view of herself. She didn’t know if him standing there was better than the alternative now that she knew the view he had of her in this position.

“I’m going to touch…” she felt the touch of his fingers on her labia and she wanted to shrink back. No where to go. She was utterly frozen in place between the awkward angle she was propped into and her feet held captive in the impossibly high stirrups. “Ok, you’re going to feel a bit of a hard pinch here…”

“Ow!” She yelped as something caught - clamped? - onto the tender skin between her legs. “Sir?!”

”Another pinch…” Sure enough, she felt another hard pinch and throbbing pain bloom through the other side of her labia. “Two more… real quick…” And two more in quick succession, this time somewhere around or below her vagina? What the fuck did he just do?! He smiled down at her in a way that made her desperate to close her legs together and he stepped back and to the side. He’d just stuck something on her!? She felt like he’d peeled her open and left her stuck like that. She dared to look ahead into the mirror and she let out a yelp of surprise as she saw that her vulva had been pulled open, her labia clamped out wide, everything hidden in between the folds out on display for her - and the dean - to see in plain view.

“Sir!?” She looked at him frantically, and then involuntarily recoiled when he grabbed the rod again and brought the tip between her legs.

“You say that you are familiar with your vagina,” he said as he brought the tip of the rod to her vaginal opening. He didn’t insert it inside of her - thank god - but pressed the tip lightly to the opening to make sure she didn’t mistake its whereabouts. “On a young lady such as yourself, your first sexual encounter will likely be a painful one. You were born with an intact hymen, Catherine. Something that seems to be more and more rare to encounter these days. Unfortunately, the chastity belt that you wore on and off last semester tore this a bit. Likely uncomfortable for you, for which I apologize. Your parents insisted, I’m afraid.”

She would have shuddered if she wasn’t so terrified.

“Below the vagina,” he moved the rod down just a tad, “this skin here is the perineum…” he moved the tip of the rod down even lower and inserted it - just barely - inside of her, “And the anus.”

She wanted to hyperventilate.

“Anal sex can be pleasurable for some women,” he said thoughtfully, as he pressed the rod inside just a little bit further. “I think it might be for you…” She squeaked as she felt it press in just a little bit further, and then he quickly withdrew it and threw it somewhere out of sight. Another rod seemed to magically appear in his other hand.

”Above the vagina,” he said, as he pointed the new rod back at her opening and lifted it just slightly, “Is the urethra. This is where you urinate from…” He pressed the rod into her skin above the urethral opening and dragged it upwards, “And here is your clitoris.” He pressed hard - too hard - into the sensitive, exposed bud and her feet twitched and flexed in the stirrups.

“The clitoris is what the majority of women will manipulate to achieve sexual pleasure and orgasm,” he drew the tip of the rod around the spot to illustrate his point. Cat felt the strangest sensation rush into her belly, flood between her legs, and her feet twitched again.

“Do you have any questions so far?” He asked as he continued to draw circles with the tip of the rod around her exposed clit.

“Sir…no, sir,” she gasped.

“Excellent,” he picked up the rod and thwapped it hard against the clamp and she yelped out in surprise and pain. “Your homework for this week is to begin reading one of those books, and manipulate your clitoris until you achieve an orgasm. Have you ever had an orgasm before, Catherine?”

She was definitely going to hyperventilate.

“No?” She squeaked.

A thoughtful look crossed the dean’s face. It terrified Cat.

“In that case…” he put aside the rod and surprised her by moving away from her, then wheeled the giant mirror away and back towards the wall where it had come from.

“Sir?” She asked, confused. She was startled as she heard the loud squeak and groan of metal behind her head and the table was lowered back down into a flat position. She started to lift a leg from the stirrup, thinking she was finished, when a hand came down upon her knee to stop her movement. The dean came back around to stand between her legs and pushed the stirrups apart just a little bit wider.

“You tell me what feels best here,” he said as she felt his touch against her clitoris and he began to move his finger in a slow circle around it. Then he began to swipe back and forth across it. Then he pinched and pulled at it. Each touch sent different sensations throughout her body and pelvis. The clamp was still attached to her labia, which only added to the conflicting feelings roiling within her body.

“I… I don’t know, sir,” she gasped as he began to draw slow circles again.

“How about…” she swallowed a moan as he unexpectedly slipped a finger into her asshole and began to rapidly flick a finger against her clit. He grinned down at her as he curled the finger inside of her upwards and felt her clench around him. “I thought so.”

Seemingly without any warning or preamble, she saw stars. She gasped loudly and made the smallest noise of surprise as her entire body shook and her body clenched around the finger invading her body.

What the… WHAT?!?

“Exactly like that,” he said, satisfied, almost proudly, as he withdrew his finger from her rear and removed the clamp from her genitals. She lay there gasping, a flush spreading through her chest, neck, heat flooding her face. What the FUCK - did he just make her orgasm?!

”Sir?!”

“Homework,” he said as he grabbed each foot and helped her to lower her legs, “Figure out what you like. Report back next week.”

Like hell she would.