College Sissy Program Pt. 02

Hunter is sitting on the desk in a haze. He hopes it is just a fever dream and that he will wake up to end this dread he's feeling.

"I said stand up, you fucking bitch!" A loud smack on the desk wakes up Hunter from his haze. He looked around again, taking in the situation again. He looks at Miss Smith. She is standing there looking at him in anger but with a hint of a grin.

"Well, Jayne, are we going to have to do this the easy way or the hard way? It's your choice. You've got to the count of 3 to get your pretty little ass off that desk and stand in your new shoes, or else the fear of standing in them will be the least of your problems." She stared at him with such ferocity and dominance that Hunter wanted to move, but his legs wouldn't let him move out of fear. Miss Smith sees Hunter hesitating and shaking a little and gets really pleased with this development.

"Aww, is our little girl scared?" babies' first steps and all. Afraid of embarrassing yourself in front of your new mommy? It's good to be scared of me; you should be scared of all the teachers. It creates a culture of better obedience. So now that we have determined what you are. It's time to show what happens to disobedient children."

Miss grabs Hunter and slides him off the desk onto the floor. Then he grabs a chair and sits in it right in front of Hunter. "Shawnee, Belle, grab Jane and place her on my lap for her punishment.

"Yes, Miss Smith." The two girls walk over and each grab one of Hunter's arms. Hunter is still in his own mind, thinking this has to be a dream. This can't be happening. The girls pick him up and drag him so that he is lying over on Miss Smith's lap, ass facing the class.

"Now, class, remember this is what happens when you fall out of line in this course. You are to be the best ladies you can possibly be. And you'll love every second of this. Soon this punishment will thrill you. The embarrassment will turn into pride. You will crave having no shame while others do things or make you do things that will make others hide their faces in shame."

Miss Smith lifts Hunter's skirt, showing his newly appointed thong flossing between his ass cheeks. She then grabs a remote and turns on a screen in front of the class. On the screen you can see it's split. One shows Hunter's face, and in the other, you see what the class sees but from behind all the desks.

"For the full effect, you get to see your face and your ass at the same time. Everyone gets to see your ass and how you react to the punishment. It reinforces it to everyone so it sinks in. Now let's begin."

Miss Smith grabs a metal ruler: a standard 1 ft/30 cm and gently glides it across Hunter's white ass. going in. Circle motion a few times on the left cheek. before stopping. then, as quick as a blink, a large WHACK is heard that echoes throughout the classroom.

"WHAT THE FUUUCCKK!!" That sprung the hunter from his trance. His eyes started to water. WHACK! Another blow to the other cheek. The class gasps in horror. Another few whacks fly across Hunter's ass. Hunter starts weeping as he stares and winces. He lets out a few whines as he watches in 4k in front of him, his ass being swatted over and over, and can't stand seeing his blubbering face on the screen. Whenever he sees it coming for another stroke, he closes his eyes and feels a massive sting. After what felt like an eternity, Miss Smith is satisfied. Sensing she has broken her new student even more. Hunter's ass is now bright red, like he sat out in the sun tanning too long and his ass got burned. Miss Mith turns off the screen and directs the class to take notes on the punishment and to let other girls in the halls and dorms know about Jayne's ass.

"Now, Jayne, are you going to be a good little girl and walk? All your classmates want to see you walk like them. And they will give you proper affirmation all day today when they see you and congratulate you on your progress. Now I'm going to let you get up off my lap by yourself. And you are to stand. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Yes, you understand, Jayne," she says while holding the ruler on his ass cheeks again.

"Yes, Miss Smith. I understand.

"Good girl, now proceed."

Hunter adjusts his weight and turns around a bit and stands for the 1st time in heels. He sways a bit and steps a few times out of instinct to try to get his balance. But it fails, and he falls on the ground. The class bursts out laughing.

"Now get up, Jayne. All proper ladies need to walk in heels. And you won't be flat-footed for a while. Try again."

Hunter pushes himself up and grabs the deck behind him. A whack from the ruler on his hand catches him off guard, and he quickly removes it, jumping back and falling on his sore, red ass. "Oowww," he cries, tears filling his eyes yet again. His ass is so tender even the fabric of his skirt irritates it.

"I know it's hard, Jayne. But you have to get used to these. This pair is the lowest you'll ever wear while here. Try again."

Hunter sniffles, then tries one more time and manages to stay standing, yet his legs are shaking. He was now fully aware of himself standing in front of a class of women, dressed as one. The sudden cringe he felt was unimaginable.

"Good job, Jayne. That's step one. I see a little encouragement helped you get to your feet. Now you must take your first steps. To walk, take small steps, heel to toe. Make sure your heels reach the ground first, or else you'll trip."

Hunter took a deep breath and took his 1st step forward. It was a bit too big of a step, and he ended up sliding on the slippery tile, almost doing a split while falling. "Ahh, owww," he agitated his sore ass doing that. The class laughs at his pain.

"Looks like someone wants to be a cheerleader a bit too soon in her training," Miss Smith teased. "That will be for later in the course. Now get back up, bitch. You won't be leaving this room until you can walk around the whole class with no tripping."

Hunter gets back up and tries again. One step, two steps, three steps. He is starting. to figure out his balance in these hellspawn they call shoes. Each step made his skirt flutter a little, rubbing his sore ass. He seethes whenever it grazes his ass.

"Good job, Jayne. See, that wasn't so hard. Now a straight line. from where you are to me. Then turn around and then walk back. and then back to me."

Hunter does as instructed with the smallest steps he could. It was agonizing walking like this. He is used to taking big strides in his steps. Now he has to walk so slowly as to not trip. After a few grueling minutes, he completes the task.

"Good job, Jayne. But your form needs work. But that will be fixed over time. Now, we only have a few minutes left of this class. And I know you want to leave with your clique. So if you can manage to walk past each lady here and say sorry for being a pathetic bitch. To each of them individually. Then you can leave, otherwise you will be stuck here for the next class and used as an example again. But the 2nd class for this course is learning different things. and won't be as accepting as these ladies. They are closer to graduation. They get special privileges. Now walk."

Hunter sobs out a sigh. "Yes, Miss Smith." He carefully takes his steps towards the first classmate. He is now registering the clicking of his heels on the tile and the clanging of the locks placed on them. He reaches the first lady. "I'm... I'm sorry for being a pathetic bitch."

"It's ok; you will be a better bitch like us one day." Her smile, honest as anything, gave Hunter a shiver up his spine. He started walking away, and she gave his tender ass a light and quick tap. Hunter almost loses his balance, not expecting that. Each person he walks past says something similar and taps his ass in affirmation. As he went by each person, he noticed that his classmates were indeed color-coded. purple, red, black, and pink. He knew his clique was purple. He wondered what the difference was for the colors. He will find that out later, he thought as he reached the front of the class again.

"You did a good job, Jane; you didn't fall down and have to start over. You are a quick learner. That's good. Now the final thing you need before leaving the class for today. Come here and sit down. I know your ass is sore. That's just a reminder, remember."

Hunter clacked over and gently sat on the cold metal chair Miss Smith provided. It surprisingly provided some relief due to it being so cold. Miss Smith walks over to her desk and grabs a few pairs of handcuffs and cuffs Hunter tight to the chair.

"This is a precaution for the final step. People are known to want to kick and struggle at this. But it is the most important part of the program. There is no real sexual intercourse allowed. Unless, of course, we tell you otherwise. And for that, we have to make sure that doesn't happen somehow. Ladies, stand up and show Jayne how we prevent this."

The whole class in unison stands up and lifts their skirts. Hunter's eyes widen, and his face turns pale at the sight he's seeing. Every single student is in a chastity device. His eyes scan the room. in horror, but also curiosity. He sees lots of dicks in cages, but some of them aren't like that.

"Now you see, Jayne. We are an all-girl course. There are real women here as well as sissy bitches like you will become. The goal is to not be able to tell at a glance if they are a real woman or not. Soon you won't be able to tell by looking at yourself either. You are to be eye candy for everyone here. And they are your eye candy. You will eventually know the differences in privileges between the real ones and the fake ones. But for now, it's your time to join the ranks, as they say."

Hunter panics and screams, "You all are fucking crazy. You can't do this to people. This is fucked up. How do you get away with this?" He struggles in his restraints. Then a hard slap comes across his face.

"This is always the most fun part. The realization, the fear, and the panic. It makes me so wet. It's a good thing you are restrained, or I might be in trouble. Hehe. But we should shut that mouth for a little while." Miss Smith picks up a gag from the deck and forces it into his mouth and locks it behind his head. All you can hear are muffles of distress from Hunter now.

"Remember the paperwork and the questions you answered. That's how we get away with it, Jayne. And, I'm not supposed to tell you this, but I'm having a good time. Some of that was for legal name changes. Take that with what you will. Now here we go, a purple cage to match your outfit. But first, one of your clique mates will get you hard but not off. That way everyone knows your full size. And so that you are on edge like everyone here all the time. Shawnee, you do the honor."

"Yes, Miss Smith," she walks up in excitement. "I'm so happy to make you happy, Jayne, even just for a little bit." Shawnee is on her knees and cups Hunter's balls in one hand and gently teases his cock by tracing a finger along the shaft. Hunter tries to resist the sensation. But she is really good at this and puts it all in her hand and jerks it a bit. Hunter's legs tremble in pleasure; he hasn't gotten any in a long time. Shawnee continues to stroke and jerk his cock until it is fully erect for a few seconds, then stops. Miss Smith gets a ruler and puts it to Hunter's cock and snaps a photo.

"4.25 inches, ladies. That's not a real dick; it couldn't please any real woman. Good thing Jayne is a girl. She won't be needing to use this except for pissing." Miss Smith walks over and starts putting on the chastity device. Pressing Hunter's still-hard cock in, making him groan in pain. Then flicks his balls, causing a shooting pain up his body, making his dick get softer. And with that, the cage locks in place; a small purple lock accentuates the bottom of the cage. She snaps another photo.

"Perfect. All nice and horny and locked away. One day you will be allowed some release from that. But that won't be for a while, Jayne. Now I'm going to take this out, and you better thank me for your pleasure session." Miss Smith unlocks the gag and takes it out of Hunter's mouth. Hunter takes a few deep breaths as drool drips from his mouth.

"Why?" he says with a whisper.

"Soon you will know, Jayne. Now thank me. There are only 2 minutes left until the bell. If you don't, you'll be here for the next class as well." She says it softly, like she cares, but really doesn't.

"Thank you for the pleasure, Miss Smith. It was really nice," he says, defeated.

"Good girl," she unlocks the cuffs. and the bell rings. "Now go with your clique. Oh, girls, take Jayne to Cosmo. She needs to look more presentable than this. Mrs. Saxton would have my head if one of her girls was looking so... this."

"Yes, Miss Smith. Let's go, Jayne. We have so much to tell you on the way."

3 girls walk up to Hunter, pick him up off the chair, and walk out of the class. Hunter knew he had to get out somehow. but had no energy to think of a plan. He had to suffer through this until he had some time to think on his own.

to be continued