The Freshman
Copyright 2005 by EC

Chapter 7 - A Sunday with Cecilia

Jason and Cecilia only spent a few minutes relaxing before she 
had to get up, get showered and turn on her duty radio. Midnight 
was fast approaching, the beginning of her 24-hour shift as duty 
RA. She would have to go to the front desk at about 11:30, get a 
briefing from her co-worker going off duty, and fill out a duty 
roster checklist. She had no illusions of any peace, given that 
it was a Friday night and the fraternities were in the midst of 
rush.

After he got dressed, Cecilia escorted Jason back to his room. 
She reminded him that his punishment was not over. He would be on 
restriction for the next 36 hours. After he took a shower he was 
not to leave his room, nor was he permitted to put on any 
clothing until she came by to release him Sunday morning. He 
could not use the Internet, and to make sure of that she took 
away his modem. He could go to the bathroom and get a drink of 
water when he wanted, but that was it. Given the collection of 
marks and welts on his bottom, and the fact that he was 
prohibited from covering himself, it was a sure thing he would 
want to minimize the bathroom trips. He would not go hungry, 
because she promised to bring him two meals from the cafeteria, 
one late in the morning and the other late in the afternoon. What 
he did not know was that the meals would consist of whole wheat 
bread, raw vegetables, and fruit.

Cecilia ordered the freshman to spend Saturday reading ahead in 
Burnside's class and learning a series of economic formulas that 
would be required for first week of October. She already had him 
about a week ahead of the class in his studies, and she hoped 
being restricted to his room would put him ahead at least another 
week. She also handed him the massage book, telling him that if 
he got bored studying economics, he could try to learn some new 
massage techniques.

"I'll be checking in on you. I'll let you have your friends over 
if you want to study with them, but that'll be it. Don't let me 
catch you doing anything else with them."

"Cecilia, I have a question."

"Yes?"

"If I have anyone over to study, is it alright if I get dressed?"

"Absolutely not. You're on restriction, and you'll just have to 
explain it that way if you get together with 'em. I'm warnin' 
you, don't you let me catch you disobeying me."

With that she gave him a goodbye kiss and walked back to her room 
to get cleaned up and head downstairs.

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Cecilia's worst fears of a wild night were confirmed within 
minutes of going on duty. There were several drinking incidents 
and alcohol seizures, two freshmen females getting sick from food 
poisoning, a fight between two other girls over a dead goldfish, 
and a drunken fraternity pledge who deliberately threw up on 
several pieces of furniture in the commons area, all before 3:00 
a.m.

The night's big excitement was a dorm room fire in the adjacent 
building and the evacuation of its residents to Huntington Hall. 
For three hours hundreds of disheveled freshmen from next door 
crowded into the common areas, cafeteria, and hallways until the 
fire department could clear the other building and allow the 
students back in. That crisis brought all of Cecilia's co-workers 
out of their beds and forced the cafeteria to open up and serve 
breakfast early. There were a series of reports to write up once 
the students from the adjacent dorm were allowed back in their 
rooms, an activity that took up a large part of the morning for 
the staff of both buildings.

Cecilia took Jason's breakfast to him at about 9:30. She was a 
bit surprised to find him asleep and that he had slept soundly 
since midnight the night before. Cecilia kissed him and gave a 
brief account of the fire and evacuation; amazed he had slept 
through all that turmoil. She handed him his breakfast, then 
ordered him to turn around so she could study his bottom. She had 
been right about postponing his punishment, because his bottom 
still was covered with marks, bruises, and welts from the night 
before. As he placed his hands on his desk she gently passed her 
hand over his backside, enjoying the site and feel of his smooth, 
but marked up, skin.

"Try not to sit too much and stretch as much as you can. I think 
those marks will be gone by Monday if you go easy on your cute 
butt." With that she patted his bottom and left.

Jason opened his food box once she left and was somewhat 
disappointed with his meal. It all was healthy and very bland 
food. She really did have him on restriction.

Shortly after Jason finished eating, Ken came by. Jason let Ken 
into his room completely undressed. Ken immediately noticed the 
marks on his bottom and of course was curious to know what had 
happened. Jason decided to tell Ken what transpired during the 
punishment, and then spent a long time talking about his 
increasingly strange relationship with Cecilia. Jason turned 
around and displayed his bottom to his friend, who studied the 
marks with wide, hungry eyes. Ken asked Jason to recount the 
complete story of the strapping. He wanted to know every detail: 
how many swats, how it felt, what happened immediately before 
Jason bent over the chair, how Cecilia swung the belt, how many 
times he moved or tried to cover his bottom with his hands, what 
exactly Cecilia said to him, how much did he cry.

Two things were obvious from Ken's reaction to Jason's story. He 
was extremely aroused by seeing Jason's bottom and hearing the 
details of his punishment, but he also was extremely envious. He 
sighed. "You're so lucky, to have a girl like Cecilia. Do you 
realize how many guys would do anything to change places with 
you?"

Jason thought Ken's reaction to the entire incident was strange. 
He suspected Ken might try to flirt with Cecilia. He also 
suspected, were that to happen, Cecilia would rudely rebuff him. 
He knew Cecilia well enough to realize, as long as he did what 
she told him to do and paid attention to her needs, she would 
remain fiercely loyal to him.

Jason changed the topic slightly by informing his friend that he 
was sure their RA had no intention of reporting the streaking 
incident to the university. "She'll keep the pictures and 
probably hold this over your heads to make you behave, but I 
don't think you're in any trouble. I think the only one of us who 
got in trouble was me." 

He also asked that Ken not say anything to Lisa and Mike about 
his punishment. "I really don't want this getting around, and I 
don't think Cecilia does either. That's why she waited until last 
night, so there wouldn't be a bunch of questions in the Life 
Drawing classes."

Once Ken promised to keep the punishment a secret, Jason pulled 
out two of Burnside's readings to review with his friend. They 
were at it for nearly two hours. Jason's tutoring 
responsibilities helped him tremendously, because talking to his 
friends forced him to practice explaining the coursework and thus 
prepared him for seminars and quizzes. 

Shortly before they finished Cecilia unexpectedly dropped by to 
check up on her boyfriend. She seemed quite satisfied when it was 
clear that Jason was behaving properly. He had not gotten dressed 
and was going over coursework with Ken. She gave him a kiss and 
continued her mid-day floor check.

Ken left to workout, a bit disappointed at having to go the gym 
by himself. Jason slipped to the bathroom and then returned to 
his room. Fortunately the hallway was empty and no one saw him. 
He took a look at himself in the mirror and noticed the marks on 
his bottom were less visible than they had been in the morning. 
He figured they would be completely gone by the following 
evening.

He divided the rest of the afternoon between reviewing for 
Burnside's class and studying the massage manual. He knew that 
Cecilia would want a massage Sunday night and was counting on him 
to do a good job. She came by with another simple meal in the 
evening, gave him another kiss, and continued her rounds. Jason 
stayed up late studying, but finally went to sleep; looking 
forward to being released from restriction and getting his modem 
back the following morning.

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Cecilia came by the Sunday morning at 9:00. She briefly 
questioned her boyfriend about what he had studied the day 
before, and satisfied with his progress, she gave him a kiss and 
announced he was off restriction. She sat down for a brief foot 
massage and then told Jason to get dressed.

They went out for coffee, walking though the quiet university to 
the stores located just off-campus. Cecilia recounted 24 hours of 
crises that she had to confront as duty RA as they shared coffee 
and a light meal. 

After a leisurely breakfast she took his hand and led him down 
the street to the men's clothing store. She flatly announced that 
his evening wardrobe was unacceptable and he needed to dress more 
appropriately. While Jason stood quietly, it was Cecilia who 
talked to the salesman and explained what she was looking for. 
She selected several suits and had him try them on. She brushed 
the jackets and straightened the pants. She ordered him to turn 
around as she sat evaluating the clothing, nodding or shaking her 
head. After she selected two suits, she picked out some very 
conservative ties and ordered Jason to try them. She was the one 
who stood in front of him straightening the knots on the ties and 
checking to make sure they were the proper length. In the end she 
chose four and handed them to the salesman to put with the suits. 
There were shirts to pick out and finally shoes. The salesman was 
a bit taken aback when Cecilia moved in front of Jason and put 
different shoes on his feet, then told him to walk around and 
asked how the shoes felt. It was obvious what was happening, she 
was dressing him and he did not have any input over what she was 
picking out for him. The sales clerk could not argue, however. 
The young woman's taste in fashion was appropriate, if a bit 
conservative. Her boyfriend would look good in the clothing she 
was selecting for him.

Cecilia negotiated the alterations needed to make the suits fit 
properly and ordered Jason to pull out his credit card. The total 
purchase was nearly $ 1,500. However, considering the money Jason 
had spent buying himself stylish items over the summer such an 
expenditure was not unusual for him. Anyhow, the bill would go to 
his parents' house and they would pay for it.

"Just tell 'em you'll need the suits for job interviews and 
social functions. That's no lie, Jason, because this is the 
clothing you'll need to make a good impression on people. I don't 
know what your parents were thinkin', lettin' you buy all that 
weird Rapper shit you got over the summer."

The store clerks quietly looked at each other. Their young female 
customer was right, but it was strange to watch the brusque and 
direct way she treated her totally obedient companion.

The stop at the clothing store lasted nearly three hours, so it 
was mid-afternoon when they continued looking around the other 
stores. They bought some ice cream and walked out to a park, 
where she got him to talk about his childhood and parents. 

Cecilia realized it would be a good idea to find out as much as 
she possibly could about the elder Schmidts before meeting them, 
especially their likes, dislikes, political views, and what they 
wanted for their son. Pleasing Jason's parents would be an 
important part of Cecilia's long-term plans with him. She wanted 
to make sure they would find as little as possible objectionable 
about her and get them to approve of the relationship. She knew 
she was starting at a huge disadvantage, because her dark skin, 
cheap clothing, and rough accent made it obvious she had not come 
from a privileged background. She would counter that disadvantage 
with the information she needed to get the Schmidts to talk about 
themselves instead of talking about her, and make them feel 
comfortable being around her. 

As the day went by, Cecilia subtly directed Jason to behave 
properly in many small ways. When they came up to a door, she 
waited until he opened it. When they were at a table, she stood 
until he seated her. When they bought something to eat or drink, 
she never took the item herself. She waited for Jason to take it 
and pass it to her. She rewarded him by smiling and punished him 
with an impatient, unpleasant look. By the end of the day Jason 
was well aware of Cecilia's expectations for his minute-to-minute 
behavior in her presence. He had been trained, without even 
realizing he had been trained.

It was getting dark as they walked back though the university, 
with Jason toting a bag of shirts, ties, shoes, and socks that 
were to be part of his outfit whenever he took Cecilia out at 
night. She held his arm and cuddled his shoulder, letting him 
know that she was happy and enjoyed being with him.

Upon entering Huntington Hall, Cecilia decided it was time for 
her massage. She told Jason to take his new clothes back to his 
room and pick up the massage book. She then escorted him back to 
her room and laid a dorm sheet on top of her bedspread and placed 
another in her armchair. She told Jason to get undressed and fold 
his clothes. She gave him a seductive look and stood quietly with 
her back to him. 

He realized what she wanted. She wanted him to undress her. He 
decided to start with her skirt, which he unzipped and pushed 
down to her feet. She stepped out the skirt and was left almost 
completely naked from the waist down, with nothing but her white 
thong to barely conceal her figure. His heart pounded as he 
admired her attractive dark legs and exquisite bottom. He folded 
the skirt and placed it on her desk. Next he took the hem of her 
blouse in both hands. She raised her arms as he lifted it over 
her head. Although the blouse had been worn all day and needed to 
be washed, Jason folded it and placed it on top of the skirt. He 
unhooked and removed a cheap bra, leaving her completely bare 
except the thong. For a second he admired her breasts, before 
completing his task by pushing the thong to her feet.

Cecilia sat down in her armchair, enjoying the feel of being 
completely naked in the hot room. Jason took the massage oil, 
rubbed it in his hands, and began spreading it around her 
shoulders. Using both his imagination and the techniques he had 
picked up from the book, he began loosening the muscles in her 
shoulders and neck, then knelt and massaged her fingers, her 
hands, and her arms. He attended to her feet, and then she moved 
to the bed, this time lying face down completely naked. She 
relaxed her bottom and spread her legs slightly, allowing him to 
see her dark bottom-hole. He felt an ardent desire to explore her 
entire bottom with his kisses, and gently touch his lips to every 
part of the soft skin of that exquisite part of her.

His immediate duty was not her bottom, but instead to massage her 
entire body, from the feet to her neck. He began with the heels, 
and slowly worked his way up her calves to her knees. Then he 
continued on, spending a long time working the muscles of her 
thighs. The came the best part: her bottom. He began gently by 
spreading oil over her bottom cheeks with the palms of his hands, 
allowing his fingertips to gently brush the darker area in 
between. Then he pressed hard into her with his palms and then 
his fingers, trying to find and relax the large muscles that 
lying underneath the lovely mounds of her tender backside. He 
relished the feel of that beautiful sight, of her bottom moving 
and changing shape under the pressure of his hands. Finally he 
reluctantly moved on, continuing up her back to return to 
massaging her shoulders and neck.

He expected her to fall asleep, but she was still awake once he 
finished massaging the muscles in her neck at the base of her 
skull. She turned over, completely exposing her entire front side 
to him. Again he started at her feet, this time tracing the 
fronts of her shins and working the muscles on her thighs. He 
caught glimpses of the secret area between her legs, and realized 
from the wetness and the smell she was getting aroused. He 
decided to take a chance. He kissed the inside of her thigh. The 
reaction was immediate; she groaned and shifted her legs apart, 
her body full of erotic heat.

He kissed her insides of her thighs, slowly working his way up 
towards the very wet vagina that awaited him. She lifted her legs 
and spread them further. However, he held back, working his way 
ever so slowly towards his goal. He kissed the tender, very 
sweaty skin at the base of her thighs, then slowly began kissing 
and licking her labia. Just as Cecilia had foreseen, he became a 
worshiper at her temple, with its tiny goddess impatiently 
waiting for homage from his tongue and lips.

Cecilia's entire body was soaked in sweat mixed with massage oil. 
She placed her hands on his head, gently running her fingers 
through his hair and guiding the kisses and licking around her 
private area. He made her wait, but finally he worked his way 
towards her clitoris. She groaned with pure joy when his tongue 
brushed it for the very first time. He kissed the area around it, 
then concentrated his efforts on that center of feminine 
pleasure. He touched her and teased her, brushed her and circled 
his tongue, as he tasted the juices of first one, then a second, 
complete orgasm. 

Jason was quite aroused himself, but was unsure whether or not he 
could enter her. He knelt upright, silently asking her permission 
to satisfy his own desires. It had not been her intention that 
night to have oral sex with him, let alone regular sex, but at 
least this time she was prepared.

"There's condoms in the top dresser drawer. If you put one on you 
can make love to me."

Jason quickly and obediently put on a condom and positioned 
himself to enter Cecilia. She was exhausted, but still aroused 
with eyes full of pleasure and gratitude. She reached up and drew 
him to her. He entered her and began thrusting. In spite of the 
condom, this was really good. In spite of her exhaustion, 
Cecilia's body reacted at the feel of her love being inside her. 
Her passion built up as she enjoyed yet another orgasm.

She groaned from pleasure that was much more than she could have 
hoped for just one month ago. Yes! Yes! Yes! This was it! 

He was hers...he was her gift from life, the man destined to 
dedicate his own existence meeting her needs.