This never happened to me in my undergrad.During the short drive back, the women sat in silence, each contemplating what they had just witnessed. When they arrived back at the archeological camp they decided to head straight to the dig site, eager to make up for the lost time. As they were walking there, Thura turned to Susan. “What did you think of what you saw, Professor?” he asked her.
“It was shocking, brutal,” Susan replied. “I’ve certainly never seen anything like that.”
Sarah added, “I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that they were students like us who were getting punished like that for smoking dope. I mean all of us have done that and much worse.”
“Aside from the awful pain, they must have felt so degraded, to be naked and completely helpless, strapped to that horrible frame,” Priya said, “I can’t even imagine what that must be like.”
“Have any of you taken Professor Morton’s class on ‘The Philosophy of Free Will’?” Susan asked her students. “I wonder what he would say about this. I mean here you have 2 girls who were autonomous people, students, just a couple of days ago and here they were stripped totally naked, restrained so they couldn’t move and whipped at the whim of the Warden and her guards. What does that say about our nature?”
Jen pondered the question. “I suppose it shows how little different from animals we are. How we can treat our fellow humans with such cruelty, especially when we have power over them.”
“And free will is an illusion, perhaps, that depends on living in a society that doesn’t practice abuse,” Sarah added.
“But, you must surely admit the other side of the argument,” Thura interjected. “Those young ladies will think twice and three times before ever breaking the law again. I am sure they will not forget such an experience for the rest of their lives. And some of their classmates will hear about it and perhaps see their wounds and they will want to avoid such a fate, so they will make sure they obey the law also. Certainly, none of you would want such a punishment, would you?”
“Of course not,” Susan told the Trabbian guide. “Who would want to suffer such a horror?”
At that point the discussion ended, as they reached the dig. The women worked hard to make up for the lost morning and Priya didn’t have any time to think any more about what they had seen at the Punishment Center until later that night. Even then, she hadn’t wanted to dwell on the horrible sights she had witnessed. Tired from the morning’s emotional experience and the afternoon’s hard work in the hot sun, Priya had a shower, put on a fresh T shirt and panties, her usual sleepware for the warm nights in the jungle, lay down on her cot and fell asleep almost immediately. Several hours later, around 1 AM, Priya awoke, her heart pounding, her shirt damp with sweat. She felt as though her body was immobilized and that something awful was about to happen. Coming back to consciousness, she tested her arms and legs and found they could move quite freely. Slowly it dawned on Priya that she had been having a nightmare in which she was strapped to the horrible caning frame back at the prison camp, about to be whipped. Even though she knew it was a dream, she imagined herself in the place of those Trabbian students, enduring the shame of being naked in front of all those people, the strangeness of being restrained, the pain. Would she keep silent, beg and scream, perhaps even faint as the second girl had?
These disturbing thoughts made it hard for Priya to get back to sleep. Perhaps, a walk would calm her down. She got up and slipped on her shorts and flip-flops. As she did, she glanced over at Susan’s cot. The professor was lying on her stomach, seemingly asleep. Priya strolled out into the night. It was the new moon, so it was quite dark, but she could see a dim light from Jennifer and Sarah’s hut and she heard sounds, so she walked over to see if they were awake and up for a little chat. As she came over next to their hut, Priya heard a whistling, followed by a slapping noise and Jennifer’s voice saying, “One”. Priya noticed that there was a knot hole in the wood siding at about knee level. She sat down in front of the hole and heard another whistle and slap and Jen counting “Two”.
“What could be going on in there?” Priya wondered. She felt awful spying on her friends, but her curiosity got the better of her. She peered into the hole and was astounded at what she saw. Sarah was on all fours on the floor, naked, her ass sticking up in the air. Jen, equally naked, was behind her holding a strap that looked like it came off one of the backpacks they had travelled with. At that moment, Jen swung the strap, smacking it down forcefully on Sarah’s butt and announcing, “Three”.
“Oww,” Sarah moaned, “That hurt.”
“Good,” Jen replied, “Maybe next time there is a party, you will keep your hands off that bitch Veronica.” Then, she drew the strap back, ready to deliver the fourth swat. Priya felt ashamed at having seen such an intimate scene, but, even worse, she felt shame that she found it arousing. Disgusted with her dirty mind, she stood up and walked towards the camp kitchen. Still, she couldn’t help wondering whether this behavior of her classmates was their usual habit, or whether it was stimulated by the scene they had witnessed that morning.
After a brief circuit of the camp, Priya hoped that she was over the nightmare and ready to get back to sleep. As she passed Jen and Sarah’s hut on her way back to her own, she was relieved that she didn’t hear and more slapping noises, but only a low moaning. Unable to stop herself, she sat down again in front of the hole and looked in. Sarah was still on all fours, but this time, Jennifer was sitting behind her rubbing her hands over her ass.
“Gently, Jen,” Sarah cautioned, “It’s really sore.
“Oh, stop being such a baby, Sarah,” her lover replied. “That strap is nothing like the rotan that those girls got.”
“God, I bet that would hurt like crazy. I bet even you would cry, Jen.”
“I don’t know, Sarah, but if they were doing that to me I would do my best to keep silent just so as not to give the bastards the satisfaction of hearing me cry. I don’t know if I could do it, but I would sure try.” As she spoke, Jen’s hands strayed down to Sarah’s pussy which was prominently displayed in her supine position. She inserted two fingers inside her lover.
“Oh, fuck, I don’t know why, but I am sooo horny. Would you lick my pussy, Jen? Please? I promise I won’t even speak to Veronica again.”
“Well, OK, Sarah, I think you’ve learned your lesson,” Jen replied, bending her face down to lap at Sarah’s labia, while continuing to fuck her with her fingers. This sight was too much for Priya; illicitly watching her friends reenacting that morning’s caning and then having sex, was making her desperately, achingly horny. She opened the waist button of her shorts and slipped her hand inside her panties and inserted a finger into her pussy, moving it in and out as she listened to Sarah moan in pleasure under her lover’s tongue. It wasn’t long before Sarah announced, “Oh, fuck, I’m coming” and emitted a long low moan as she bucked her ass against Jen’s face and kicked her feet against the dirt floor of the hut.
Priya was sorely tempted to bring herself off right then and there, which would have taken only a bit of pressure on her clit, but decided she would be more comfortable in her own hut, on her own cot. She quickly stood, buttoned her shorts and hurried back to her own hut. Very quietly, so as not to wake up Professor Gelden, she opened the door a crack and peered in. Susan was lying on her belly, as she had been when Priya left for her walk. However, looking closer, Priya was startled to see that her professor’s very delectable butt, also clothed in panties, was rhythmically rising and falling and that one of Susan’s hands was not visible by her side. “Oh my God,” Priya thought, “Professor Gelden is humping her hand!” What should she do? In her heart, Priya really wanted to offer the professor some assistance in reaching her orgasm and perhaps have some assistance from the professor in reaching her own, but, in her head, Priya was far too shy to propose such a thing. Instead, she turned away and sat down beside the door to allow Susan to finish her task undisturbed.
Peeking through the slightly ajar door, Priya could see that Susan was humping her hand at full speed now, and panting for breath. Priya knew it was risky to watch, since Susan could possibly look up and notice that the door was not closed, but the sight of her beloved professor approaching her climax was too delicious to miss. All of a sudden, Susan’s entire body went rigid, her toes pointed straight out, and she emitted a moan, quickly stifled, before going limp.
Priya waited about 10 minutes, struggling the whole time to restrain herself from touching her genitals, since she knew it would take very little to push herself over the edge. Finally, she took off her flip-flops, opened the door and tiptoed to her cot. Susan did not stir, but frankly, Priya was so desperate for her own release that she doubted she could wait any longer even if Susan were awake. She slipped quietly out of her shorts and lay down. Slipping her hand into her underpants, Priya began rubbing herself again, this time focusing on her clit so as to get to orgasm as quickly as possible. She stretched her legs out in front of her, her toes curling with pleasure as she thought again about the 2 girls stripping for their floggings and being strapped to the frame. Priya almost bit her tongue in her efforts to keep silent so as not to be heard in case her mentor was awake. She recalled the guard impassively calling the strokes and, when the count reached 6, the orgasm hit her like a speeding train, causing her legs to thrash uncontrollably and her chest to heave as waves of pleasure crashed through her body.
Finally, as Priya came down from her climax, she glanced over at Susan’s cot. The professor seemed to have slept through the whole performance, so Priya closed her eyes and drifted into a contented sleep.
END OF CHAPTER 2 MORE ADVENTURES TO COME