Classes

By the standards the others knew, the day had been uneventful. By the standards of Jessica learning how this new world she'd helped bring into existence actually worked, it'd been fascinating. Whether it was a Professor casually groping a student after the lecture and telling her to visit him in the office after classes are over, or one of the girls hurriedly apologising after bumping into one of the guys while trying to enter the class and earning a quick scolding and spanking.

The classes themselves on the other hand, were best described as 'Uneventful' even by the standards of the old world, at least until their second-last class, Introduction to Biology. Kim, always her bubbly self, had eventually been noticed whispering to and gossiping with Jessica (something that Jessica was ashamed to admit she'd been quite receptive to, too).

"I believe it'd be appreciated by the student body if the females in the fifth row could stop interrupting the lecture."

Both of them had immediately stopped, murmuring apologies, but their Professor was having none of it.

"You," he had continued, gesturing at a young man sitting next to Kim. "Would you mind making the two females understand what is expected of them when attending a lecture?"

Naturally, the young man had been more than happy to, four slaps on each of Kim's and Jessica's cheeks leaving them rather redder than any embarrassment could possibly hope to.

"While it'll be a part of their professional lives, I usually frown on females performing relief in class, since I consider it distracting. But I shall make an exception here. Mr-"

"Daniels," the young man who'd just slapped the two girls had said.

"Mr Daniels, pick one of them. I'm sure she'll be able to copy her friend's notes after class."

He'd picked Kim, who'd promptly knelt down next to the boy and performed as expected. Jessica had been almost jealous - not of having to perform, but of how Kim had done it without any sign of embarrassment, almost as if she actually enjoyed it. Which upon further reflection, Jessica had decided Kim quite possibly did.

"I can't believe you two," Sabrina said after the lecture was over, rolling her eyes.

"What?" Kim asked innocently. "We didn't even get spanked!"

Sabrina raised her eyebrows. "Those marks on your cheeks don't count? I'm pretty sure I can still see the outline of the hand."

It was Kim's turn to roll her eyes. "Way to make a mountain out of a molehill."

"And clean up your face. I can still see some stains."

Jessica snickered. 'Mr Daniels' had opted not to let Kim swallow, instead leaving a reminder of her behaviour and work on her face. Kim had managed to clean herself up, but... catching everything was surprisingly difficult.

"Prude," Kim muttered.

"And proud of it."

"Not quite looking like it, though," Kim said with a smirk.

"Also, next class?" Jessica asked at this point, hoping to avert a longer argument.

Sabrina frowned. "Actually... let me look... Female Orientation. Oh dear."

"Ah. Definitely not the favourite of our feminist in charge," Kim said.

"I stopped being a feminist when it just landed me over people's knees," Sabrina retorted. "I'd just like some decency... hey, maybe this class will actually teach you something!"

Kim shuddered. "Alright, you win."

"Glad you know it."

Compared to their previous lectures, the Female Orientation classroom was rather small. All in all, there were barely over a dozen of them in there, hastily picking their seats. As always, the trio sat together, Sabrina nervously fidgeting with her hair while Kim was touching up her makeup. For her part, Jessica was just waiting. This class was new, undoubtedly the product of the changes she'd made a scant few hours ago... and she figured that it'd tell her a lot about the world she'd created.

Eventually, their Professor entered. She wasn't quite young anymore, but with the changes Jessica had made, still quite the looker. Her hair was done up in a bun and her outfit almost what Jessica would've described as 'Professional' and in the new world, probably was - the woman's cleavage, larger than even Sabrina's, left little to the imagination, and her skirt was an interesting combination of micro- and pencil skirt, the slit at the back allowing the entire class to observe her lack of any underwear whatsoever.

Her high heels clicking on the ground, the woman stepped in front of them, one hand worryingly close to a tawse hanging next to the whiteboard, though the gesture was softened by her surprisingly warm smile. "Good afternoon, class. I'm Mrs Tanya Martins. Welcome to Female Orientation."