Female Orientation

"First of all, congratulations. All of you have graduated highschool and made it to college. All of you are looking forward to a fruitful education and satisfying career. But of course, all of you are also females."

Sabrina rolled her eyes, only for them to widen when she noticed Mrs Martins' gaze upon her.

"Do you have something to add, Miss...?"

Jessica thought she was spotting a hint of panic in Sabrina's eyes. "No, I mean, it's not that-"

Mrs Martins raised her eyebrows. "So you don't think it's ridiculous that men, upon finding that medical advances made them horny essentially all the time, decided that women should be available to them all the time, too, relegated to being little more than sex toys?"

Now Jessica's eyes widened, too. She wasn't the only one, basically the entire class was staring or at least blinking in the general direction of their professor.

For her part, Mrs Martins simply smiled. "I think you'll all agree that the past few years have fundamentally changed our society. Some say for the better. For the most part, these are the people with penises."

Sabrina actually sniggered a little bit at that. Still carefully, though. Mrs Martins didn't seem to mind.

"Nevertheless, even you are old enough to remember a very different society-"

You have no idea, Jessica thought to herself. Come to think of it, while she didn't necessarily think that the society she'd created was better than the previous one, she did find it a great deal more interesting, her lack of a penis notwithstanding.

She wasn't going to blurt this out right here and now, though.

"-and it can be quite difficult to adapt to it once you come of age. I assure you, it wasn't easy for me to adapt, either."

Mrs Martins paused, surveying the room. Jessica couldn't help but notice one of the professor's hands resting close to her crotch, as if longing to go deeper.

"Supposedly, the purpose of this class is to teach you submission and servitude as required in today's environment, whether in the family or at work. The fact of the matter is that even if you acquire the professional skills to have a genuine career and graduate, you'll be spending a significant amount of your time on the job kneeing or bending over for your coworkers. Workplace morale has to be kept high, after all."

Now the professor's fingers raised her poor excuse for a skirt, high enough for the class to see what half a decade ago, was something to be left entirely to the bedroom. Jessica noticed a few white droplets between Mrs Martin's folds. "Applies to college as well, as it turns out."

Mrs Martins pulled her skirt down a little bit again, and a few of the girls giggled awkwardly.

"All of this is, of course, true. But personally, I feel that providing each other with the support needed to cope with the testosterone running wild on the streets is more beneficial than playing oversexed finishing school. And a lot more fun, too." She smiled mischievously.

"This being said... some of the changes that have occurred, I consider to be for the better, too." Mrs Martins turned around, one hand reaching for the tawse. "Discipline is a matter I take quite seriously. It surrounds us everywhere, it's a part of our lives, and I feel that young and even older women absolutely do benefit from it." She paused for a moment, looking at each of the girls in turn. Most of them, Jessica included, averted their eyes, and Sabrina paled a little. "It's only relatively recently that people other than my husband got to have a go at my pussy, but my husband's skill with the rattan cane is something I was already familiar with for years beforehand. And rest assured, I'm quite capable of using implements like this one myself. For disrespect, for instance."

Now she was looking straight at Sabrina. "I do believe I asked for your name earlier, but I'm afraid I've yet to receive an answer."

"Umm... S... Sabrina, Mrs Martins, ma'am. Sabrina Collins." Jessica's friend, already naturally pale, somehow managed to become even whiter.

Mrs Martins smiled. It seemed genuine, rather than cruel. "Much better, Miss Collins. You probably don't get spanked all that much, do you?"

"... probably less than most," Sabrina admitted. Recalling Sabrina's parents from before she'd gotten the rulebook, Jessica reckoned that they were still of the more liberal end of the spectrum.

"That's probably going to change in the near future, but I think we can leave it at a warning for now. Hands out, palms up."

Sabrina stood up, and reluctantly obeyed. Twice, the tawse struck, each eliciting a yell from her.

"Do try to be more attentive and confident in the future," Mrs Martins said, while Sabrina blew over her hands.

"Confident?" Sabrina asked between blows, looking doubtful.

"You'll undoubtedly be spanked many times in the future. But the way you hold yourself makes a difference. Don't flinch away, face your disciplinarian with pride. You're a woman, you're going to be spanked, but you're not a coward. You're proud. Admittedly, not every man appreciates this, but you'll find that more do than don't. And by being confident, you'll, somewhat paradoxically, find that many see less need to discipline you. They're suddenly seeing a woman, not a victim." Mrs. Martins put the tawse back to where she'd taken it from. "Just remember that confidence isn't the same thing as sass. Subtlety's supposed to be our speciality as women. Try to live up to it. And that goes for all of you."