Time to go home

You step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. The implications of this morning's events are only just starting to sink in; whatever else happened before and after, you have been accepted into pretty much the ideal course with pretty much the ideal supervisor. Even the thoughts about all the fun you are going to have cannot take the focus from that success, hopefully the first of many on the new path ahead.

With the morning classes over, there are more people around now and being in no hurry, you take your time to walk through the campus and look around. Still, you see nothing that strikes as you unexpected. Your eye is caught by a group of half a dozen girls walking down the wide campus street ahead of you; all are fully nude and all have exactly four cane lines across their bottoms. One also has fading bruises clearly from an older spanking. It does not take a genius to conclude all were punished together for the same offence and likely are from the same tutourial group or residence hall. Or a sports team, perhaps. The latter is actually the most likely connection between the young ladies, as their bags and shoes are clearly sport-orientated and matching too. You see the group (whose conversation volume has somewhat increased while you were studying them) suddenly stop. The apparent leader, a tall busty tanned brunette with no tan lines, angrily gestures for one of the girls to stand in front of her. The girl's protests are cut short by a sharp command and she timidly stands where indicated and holds her equally impressive breasts up with her hands.

The brunette ringleader or the team captain or whoever is she takes a hairbrush out of her bag and without further delay starts smacking the other girl's presented boobs, her own front jiggling at the movement. The other girl does not cry out, even though her face is distorted by a grimace of pain. The spanking is quite short with no more than a dozen strokes and when the group moves on, they immediately start talking and laughing again as if nothing happened. One of the voices sounds a bit strained, but you suppose this is hardly uncommon here.

Another sight of full nudity draws your attention, but these case is different. Only one of the two naked people you see is a girl and neither her nor her male companion bear any evidence of physical punishment. Their bodies, however, are marked by signs of a different sort; all over them in marker the locations of their internal organs are outlined and labelled. It takes you a few moments to remember why this looks familiar and then you do; in your old life you saw medical students trace major arteries on one another in exactly the same fashion. This must be the same activity taken to a new level... And as for a nude male, well, you rules did state there will be exceptions in treatment of each gender. You guess the naked guy is one of those very exceptions - being subject to erotic-minded humiliation despite his gender. He certainly seems a lot more self-conscious than his companion who must have done nude punishments and has less of an issue now. With a certain amusement you see the girl deliberately move his hand away from his crotch when he tries to cover it. Looking at his butt, you consider (and not for the first time) applying corporal punishment to some males as well. It would be even more amusing if it's a new rule...

This leads you to something you have not quite figured out about the new university life yet. Having met Nessa, you are almost certain girls can initiate heterosexual contact as much as guys, but you are yet to see an obvious example of it either on campus or in any of the media you looked through. Naturally, the magic of the Rulebook is eager to satisfy your curiosity. A girl in a short but formal-ish skirt and a jumper not unlike yours sitting on the bench near you calls a guy passing by by name; he stops sharply and turns with a smile, clearly recognising a friend. They exchange a few sentences and suddenly the girl gets up and motions almost aggressively for him to follow. You hope you are not staring too obviously but you are not going to miss that. A few moments later you realise, however, that you will not see many details of the proceedings as they walk behind the short but dense line of bushes behind the bench. Moments later the young man is on his back and the girls hikes up her skirt and lowers herself onto his face and practically out of your sight. Nobody is paying them much attention. With a poorly hidden grin, you resume walking towards the bus stop.