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Chapter 26 – A lifetime of servitude
Towards the end of Wednesday evening Bernadette recovered enough to grab
Ken for a round of massaging and sex. Because no one else had wanted him
that night, Ken had spent his evening doing chores with two of his
fellow pledges and was relatively well rested. His performance satisfied
the freshman, although as he entered her, his mind continued to wander
between fantasies of Tracy, Jason, and Lisa. As usual, he wasn’t making
love to the person of the moment, but instead to various fantasies
loosely based on people he knew.
Bernadette’s pursuit of her goal of getting Cherine to “loosen up”
continued after her own needs were satisfied. As before, she found her
reluctant friend in the sorority library and encouraged her to accept
being blindfolded and taken downstairs.
Lisa also was in the mood for some intimacy. She would have liked to
make love to Ken, because she was in the mood for sex with a male
partner. She also wanted to talk to him alone, something she really had
not had the opportunity to do since they began their internments as
pledges. However, she knew that Wednesday night would not be a good time
to find him because Bernadette had gotten to him first and probably
would wear him out.
While her former boyfriend was spending the evening with Bernadette,
Lisa decided to spend some personal time with her current lover. She
knew that the guest room would be occupied by Bernadette. However, the
sorority had another vacant room, an infirmary with a small bed that she
had permission to use as long as she changed the sheets and made sure
everything was picked up afterwards.
When no one else was looking, Lisa snuck up behind Kathleen and began by
kissing her on the neck. Seductively laid a hand on her shoulder and
whispered into her ear:
“So, you feel like being a bit naughty tonight?”
Kathleen’s expression changed completely as her heart jumped into her
throat. Oh yes! She wanted to “be naughty” so badly…
Lisa led her lover to the infirmary and closed the door. She grabbed the
hem of Kathleen’s T-shirt and pulled it over her head, leaving her naked
from the waist up. Kathleen was about to reach for Lisa’s shirt to pull
it off as well, but Lisa stopped her by placing her index finger on her
lover’s lips. With that simple gesture she quietly signaled: I’m in
charge, Kathleen. You need to be patient and let me do this my way.
Lisa placed her hands on Kathleen’s shoulders and motioned her to turn
around. She grabbed the waistband of the younger woman’s shorts and
slowly, sensuously peeled them down her bottom and slipped them down her
legs. She ran her hand over both bottom-cheeks and commented:
“What a pretty, naughty little bottom. We both know what such a cute
bottom needs, don’t we, sweetie?”
Before Kathleen had a chance to respond, Lisa gently kissed both sides,
then separated the girl’s cheeks and gently blew against her
bottom-hole. Kathleen’s reaction was a mixture of fear, love, and
Lisa stood up, grabbed Kathleen’s shoulders, and made her turn around to
face her. She placed her fingertips under the girl’s chin and forced her
to look straight into her eyes. Kathleen was very nervous, because she
tended to look away when she was talking to another person, even one she
deeply cared for.
“Who do you belong to?”
“I…I belong to you, Lisa.”
“And who gets to play with that cute little bottom of yours?”
“You do. You get to play with me.”
Lisa could tell that Kathleen was scared, because their
relationship was changing. Lisa had become much more forceful than she
had been previously. With both words and gestures she was letting
Kathleen know: “I’m in charge of what goes on between us. You’re now
mine, and I expect you to obey me.”
That night Lisa would begin introducing several small rituals into the
relationship as part of her plan to take control of her lover’s life.
Apart from her sexuality, she would expect Kathleen to surrender control
of anything having to do with her body and her health. Kathleen would
need to request Lisa’s permission before taking any medicine, allow Lisa
to review her personal medical records, and no longer would be allowed
to take her own temperature. If Lisa decided her lover needed an enema
or douche, Kathleen would fetch the requested items and position herself
for treatment. Eventually Lisa even hoped to tell Kathleen what she
could and could not eat.
As Kathleen nervously watched her, Lisa removed a rectal thermometer and
some medical gel from the medicine cabinet. She would put Kathleen over
her lap and take her temperature. Lisa sat down on the room’s small
sofa, still dressed in her pledge uniform. She reached up, grabbed
Kathleen’s wrist, and pulled her across her thighs.
“I’m gonna start checking your temperature whenever we’re alone, ‘cause
I want to make sure you’re always nice and healthy. Wouldn’t want you
sick with any fevers.”
Kathleen took a deep breath as she settled over her lover’s legs. Lisa
pushed her thighs apart to position her so that her sphincter was
properly exposed. Lisa rested one hand on her lover’s right bottom-cheek
while she dipped her free hand’s index finger into the gel to gently
spread around the secret opening of Kathleen’s body. She pushed her
finger in and moved it back and forth to better lubricate the path for
the thermometer. Kathleen’s body shuttered from the arousal that having
her bottom stimulated always gave her.
Lisa spread Kathleen’s anus with her free hand as she gently inserted
the thermometer. She pushed it in, and lovingly stroked Kathleen’s
backside while she waited for the temperature to register. The freshman
stayed contentedly in position, clearly enjoying the attention and
submission to Lisa’s examination. Finally Lisa pulled the device out,
read “normal”, and dropped it into a beaker of disinfectant.
Lisa had thought about giving her lover an enema, but was concerned that
might spoil her mood instead of enhancing it. Instead she would bathe
her, spank her, and make love to her. She motioned for the younger woman
to get up and allow herself to be led to the small room’s shower.
“Go ahead and undress me. Please fold up my clothes.”
The request sounded simple enough, but it was another part of Lisa’s
over-all goal to eventually exert total dominance over her lover. Lisa
would train Kathleen to serve her, but do so gradually through gentle
and polite-sounding requests. Over time those requests would become
duties that she would perform without needing to be asked. Lisa would
decide what both she and her lover wore each day and would expect
Kathleen to assist her with her clothing. Among other duties, she would
perform the role of Lisa’s maid-in-waiting.
Kathleen carefully pulled Lisa’s T-shirt over her head. She nervously
kissed one of her breasts before folding the shirt and setting it on the
nightstand. Lisa sat down in the room’s only chair, to allow Kathleen to
take off her shoes. Lisa felt deep satisfaction when Kathleen knelt in
front of her and began untying the shoes to get them off her feet.
Kathleen took off both shoes, loosened the laces, and then peeled off
Lisa’s socks. She folded the socks and placed them inside the shoes.
Lisa stood up to allow her lover to pull down her shorts. She put her
feet together and placed her hands on Kathleen’s head as the younger
woman nervously lowered Lisa’s final piece of clothing. Lisa stepped out
of shorts, which Kathleen folded and placed on top of the T-shirt.
Once they both were completely naked, Lisa stood behind Kathleen and
cupped her small breasts in her hands. With her fingertips she
manipulated her lover’s nipples as she kissed her neck. Kathleen gasped
and placed her hands over Lisa’s as she became increasingly aroused.
Lisa firmly pinched her lover’s nipples and whispered into her ear:
“I see a very naughty girl in this room…a girl who’s been so naughty her
bottom’s gonna need some extra special attention. So, has my silly
little girl been naughty today?”
“…and what happens to silly naughty little girls?”
“…I…we gotta be spanked…”
“That’s right. I think you’re due for a nice, long spanking, don’t you
“I…yes…please, spank me…”
Lisa responded by sitting on the bed and pulling Kathleen across her
lap. As before, she wanted to make the spanking an erotic, sensuous
experience that would mix a sharp sting with massage and pleasurable
stimulus. She would make Kathleen want to be spanked, beg to be spanked,
and then, once her bottom was red and stinging, beg to be seduced.
As Lisa ran her hand over her lover’s eager backside, Kathleen spread
her thighs and turned her hips up. She was lewdly exposed, her
bottom-hole facing upwards and her labia parted to expose her vagina.
Through her posture she was begging to be stimulated as well as smacked.
Lisa would oblige by doing both, trying to keep Kathleen delicately
balanced between arousal and pain for as long as possible. She began
with pleasure as she fondled and caressed the skinny bottom and muscular
thighs positioned across her lap.
Lisa began spanking slowly, with very soft slaps that were barely enough
to make Kathleen’s skin sting and tingle slightly. Between slaps Lisa
continued to massage her lover’s bottom and tease her sphincter and
labia. As before, as Kathleen became accustomed to the stinging in her
backside, Lisa slowly increased the force of the swats.
Kathleen’s bottom was a pleasant shade of pink and her body covered with
sweat when Lisa paused. She gently massaged her lover’s stimulated
buttocks and wet vagina, approaching but not quite touching her
clitoris. Kathleen would be rewarded, eventually, but the reward would
have to wait until Lisa was ready to give it to her.
Lisa began slapping considerably harder, but continued to pause to
massage and stimulate her lover’s backside. She remembered the hard
lesson Ruth Burnside had given her a couple of weeks before and wanted
to control Kathleen in the same manner. She carefully watched Kathleen’s
reaction, hoping to not just seduce her, but also to completely control
SLAP!…SLAP!… SLAP!… SLAP!… SLAP!
The smell of sexual arousal permeated the small room as Lisa began
spanking with real force. Kathleen began to tremble as Lisa teased her,
rearing herself up in desperation to get Lisa’s fingertips to touch her.
Lisa firmly pressed down on her lover’s waist to force her back into
“You really are naughty, aren’t you? So you do like having your cute
little bottom warmed, don’t you?”
“I…yes…I like it! Please…”
“Please, what…? What do you want? Tell me what you want!”
“Keep going! Please! Spank me!”
Lisa said nothing more, but relished the control she was exercising as
she continued to massage her lover before resuming the spanking. She had
reached that point with Kathleen that Burnside had reached with her,
actually controlling her lover’s emotions by controlling her body.
Kathleen again reared up, desperately begging to be touched.
Lisa decided the moment had come to give Kathleen her orgasm. She pushed
her thumb into the younger woman’s bottom-hole and entered her vagina
with her middle finger. As Kathleen reared up Lisa reached under her
with her free hand to seek out her clitoris.
“Oh…Oh…OHHH! Uh…Oh yes…Oh yes…OHHH!”
Kathleen was very loud as she climaxed. Lisa glanced at the door;
worried her voice might be heard in the hallway outside.
“Such a naughty girl! I mean, making all that noise and begging to be
spanked! I guess I really am gonna have to start disciplining you, for
Lisa understood her lover perfectly; well enough to use the knowledge
Ruth Burnside had given her to exert total control over the freshman.
Her admonishment and the threat of harsher punishment only enhanced the
younger woman’s orgasm and desire for total physical surrender. Her
burning backside, the pressure of Lisa’s fingers inside her bottom and
vagina, the gentle teasing of her clitoris, and the helpless feeling of
being under her lover’s complete domination combined to give Kathleen an
orgasm unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
Finally Kathleen climaxed and her orgasm came to an end. She lay quietly
across Lisa’s lap as her bliss subsided and reality closed in on her. As
the freshman slowly came to her senses, Lisa lovingly massaged her back
with her free hand, but kept the thumb and finger from her other hand
firmly inside her lover’s body. Kathleen lay quietly; totally enjoying
the feeling of absolute surrender to the woman she loved.
Finally Kathleen seemed to wake up enough for Lisa to pull out her
“Please get a washcloth from under the sink, wet it with soap, and clean
Without saying anything, Kathleen got up and did as she was told. She
soaked a washrag with hot water and soap, then knelt at Lisa’s feet,
took her hand, and wiped her fingers clean. Kathleen wrung out the cloth
into the sink, re-wet it, and again knelt to finish. She rinsed the
washrag several more times, very careful to make sure Lisa’s fingers
were absolutely clean.
Once the freshman was finished, Lisa reached forward to stroke her
lover’s hair and face. Kathleen remained on her knees as she enjoyed the
caresses, something that Lisa noticed and appreciated. Without being
told or asked, Kathleen had gone on her knees to clean Lisa’s hand, and
would remain kneeling until told to get up. Perhaps she was doing it
subconsciously, but in every way possible she was signaling that she was
willing to do whatever Lisa told her to do.
Kathleen was sexually satisfied, but Lisa’s sexual needs were not. Lisa
took her lover’s hand and motioned her to stand up. She lay on the bed
with her legs spread. There was no need to say anything; Kathleen
understood what Lisa wanted. Dutifully she settled between Lisa’s legs.
She began kissing and licking her lover’s most private area, doing
everything she could to make the evening as pleasurable for Lisa as Lisa
had made it for her.
When Lisa climaxed, she sat up and gently washed off Kathleen’s mouth
and face with a clean washrag. Kathleen enjoyed the attention, not
having had her face cleaned since she was a small child. In many ways it
seemed that Lisa was treating her like a child, but that was what she
wanted. At that moment she wanted to feel helpless and be cared for by
someone who loved her.
When the two women turned out the light and cuddled in the dark, Lisa
continued to stroke Kathleen’s hair until she went to sleep. Lisa knew
that Kathleen already was emotionally dependent on her. Just a few days
before, the intensity of younger woman’s feelings frightened her, but
that worry had faded. Obviously Lisa had just dug herself in a lot
deeper with her commitment to her lover, but she also had begun molding
the love affair into one that suited her needs.
For the relationship to work, it was essential Kathleen understood that
Lisa was the one who was in charge. During the 48 hours that had passed
since her lover promised to do whatever she was told to do, Lisa had
given some thought about what she wanted to accomplish with that
promise. What she wanted from that agreement was to “own” Kathleen. The
freshman would live under her not only her submissive lover, but also as
her personal servant.
Lisa took it for granted that Kathleen would do her best to obey her.
However she expected at some point there she would need to “correct”
Kathleen’s behavior through corporal punishment. When that moment came,
Lisa knew that her lover would have to clearly understand why she needed
to be punished and be convinced that punishment would help her. Once the
punishment ended, she would need a lot of comforting and reassurance. In
fact, it was quite likely that Lisa would only need to punish Kathleen
once, as a reminder that her role in life was to obey or suffer the
consequences. Once her role in the relationship was clearly established,
she would be eager to do whatever was necessary to avoid being punished
a second time.
Now that Lisa had decided she wanted to “keep” her lover, the only issue
she needed to resolve was her training. She would pursue her goals with
a combination of love, emotional support, rewards, guidance, firmness,
sexual dominance, and the threat of corporal punishment for
disobedience. Kathleen’s conditioning, which had just started, would
intensify once the pledging was over and the two women swore in as full
members of the sorority. She understood that correction and discipline
were what Kathleen expected, and subconsciously what she wanted.
The more she thought about it, the more the idea of being Kathleen’s
mistress appealed to Lisa. She was convinced that the life she was about
to impose on Kathleen was the only practical way for her to live. The
girl was very vulnerable and, if left to fend for herself, would be
return to being victimized just as she had been tormented in high
school. Lisa deeply cared for the fragile woman under her control and
was determined that never again would she be humiliated. Never again
would she kneel crying in a parking lot with cum all over her face.
Never again would she sit in her living room in a prom dress, crying
over a date that never showed up. She would give up her independence,
but the reward would be to live safely under Lisa’s protection.
Lisa reflected about a final irony. Although it was mostly because of
Kathleen the relationship started, both women now knew it would never be
one between two equals. As they traveled through life together, Lisa
would lead their journey. Kathleen would follow, serve, and obey.
Lisa’s thoughts continued to wander as Kathleen’s breathing changed,
indicating she was deeply asleep. She pondered another submissive
relationship, the one between Cecilia Sanchez and Jason Schmidt. There
was very much in common between the way Cecilia treated Jason and the
way Lisa planned to treat Kathleen. For the first time it dawned on her
that her new relationship with Kathleen was similar to the one Cecilia
had with Jason.
Cecilia intensely loved Jason, but she loved him because he knew his
proper place in the relationship. When Cecilia told Jason to do
something, he did it. If he disappointed her, she did not hesitate to
double a thick leather belt and swing it until his backside was covered
with welts. However, she never punished him unless he had done something
wrong. She made sure he clearly understood why he needed to be chastised
and always comforted him once the discipline had ended. The purpose of
Cecilia’s sessions with the belt was not to bring her pleasure, but to
make sure Jason’s behavior conformed to what she expected. Over time, as
he became the responsible person she wanted, she punished him much less.
In spite of Cecilia’s control over Jason’s life, very rarely did she
ever do anything to humiliate him in public. In fact, Lisa could only
think of a single time, when she caught Jason and Ken at a tattoo parlor
waiting to get tattoos and totally freaked. Apart from that one
incident, Cecilia treated Jason with respect in public and disciplined
him in private. As for what she demanded of him, her expectations were
quite reasonable: to live a simple, healthy lifestyle and cater to her
Cecilia’s behavior towards her boyfriend sharply contrasted with Ruth
Burnside’s treatment of her various lovers. Burnside loved to “put on a
show”, to publicly strip and humiliate her numerous subs. To Burnside,
an important part of her lovers’ experience was public humiliation. She
was a show-woman, and the subs were little more than inanimate props for
her public performance. Lisa suspected that Burnside was incapable of
feeling any love for anyone, apart from whatever feelings she had
towards Dr. Jim Halsey.
Lisa pondered her own character, wondering where it fell in comparison
with Cecilia Sanchez and Ruth Burnside. How could the life experience of
each contribute to Lisa’s own aspirations and how she wanted to define
her personality? She knew that she wanted to avoid the single-minded
obsession that Cecilia had for Jason, but she also needed to avoid the
cruel treatment the professor inflicted on the emotions of people like
Mark Gertz. She wanted something in between, to have fun with her lovers
like Burnside, but have caring relationships and solid commitment like
As she thought about it, Lisa realized she already had experienced both
types of relationships: serious and fun. Of course what she had with
Kathleen was serious, very serious. Her five-year relationship with Mike
also could be considered serious; too much so, which was why it
ultimately failed. Neither Kathleen nor Mike had “fun” personalities,
but there was a difference between them. Mike’s stubborn character could
not be changed, while Kathleen already had sought to assure Lisa that
she would adapt her life to fit Lisa’s needs.
What about a “fun” relationship? Yes, Lisa had enjoyed a “fun”
relationship, with her most recent boyfriend Ken. She had enjoyed his
company and liked him as a friend as well as a lover. What had been
strange about their relationship was the extreme difference between the
couple’s sex life and everything else they did together. In spite of
Lisa’s savage treatment of him during sex, when not making love they
treated each other as total equals.
Lisa’s reflections drifted back to Ken and a thought crossed her mind.
Was it possible that Lisa had been wrong about what Ken wanted from her?
Perhaps that what he really wanted was a relationship that came closer
to what Cecilia had with Jason: a relationship with fewer floggings and
more guidance and psychology? Perhaps Ken, like Jason and Kathleen,
needed to live under the orders and protection of a caring lover,
instead of simply having her as an S&M buddy. Maybe that was why his
fantasies had wandered so much, that Lisa had not understood his true
She wondered if she inadvertently had passed up an opportunity to find
happiness in her relationship with Ken. Then she began to wonder if
there was any way to make it up to him.
The following morning was Thursday, which meant the pledges would endure
a second attempt running up and down the stadium stairs. At 4:00 in the
morning Tracy stormed into the guest room wearing nothing but a pair of
running shoes and socks. She turned the light and greeted the pledges
with her usual:
“OK sleeping beauties! UP-UP-UP! Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!”
The four sleepy pledges struggled out of their beds and sullenly knelt,
surprised to see their Pledge Mistress already wearing her running
shoes. Then they noticed the time. It was only 4:00 in the morning!
Tracy had woken them 90 minutes early!
“Ladies, the deal is, under the orders of President Alexandra, we’re
gonna be doing some streaking. Until all of you manage the stadium
stairs, you’ll run the stadium stairs naked, and whenever you all don’t
make it, you’ll run back from the stadium naked. However, because I’m
not thrilled about you being hooted at by the football players, I
requested permission to make some changes in how we’re gonna be doing
this challenge. From now on, until you beat those stairs, we’re going
out early so no one will see us. Another thing, the sorority officers
have voted that we have to leave our uniforms behind at the house. Until
you pass this challenge, wearing the running uniform is a privilege we
won’t be getting.”
The pledges stared at their Pledge Mistress in bewilderment. The stadium
was more than a mile from the sorority house! That meant 20 minutes of
running in the nude to get to the stadium, 30 minutes of running and
stretching in the stadium itself, and another 20 minutes running back!
The pledges were so dismayed by their own situation that Tracy’s word
“we” had not yet registered in their minds.
“OK, that’s it! Dump your bladders and get your shoes on!”
Five minutes later the pledges and their mentor were stretching on mats
laid out in the sitting room. By 4:20 they were headed out the door.
As Tracy led them outside, the aspiring Four-Betas realized that she had
not put on her PT uniform. They later found out that streaking alongside
her pledges was the price the she had to pay to get them excused from
having to run in daylight with the sophomores. When she pleaded their
situation to her unsympathetic fellow officers, Tracy had been told that
she could change her charges’ running schedule, but only if she was
willing to run naked with them. To the surprise of the others, she
agreed, retrieved her PT uniform from her room, and handed it to
The other Four-Beta officers had imagined that Tracy would be terrified
of being caught streaking, something that could have ended her
aspirations to become an Army officer. However, they did not realize
that Sergeant Polk of Campus Security was a fellow Reservist and knew
Tracy fairly well. A phone call from Tracy to Polk explaining her
situation assured that he would look the other way while the women were
running across campus in the nude. If he received any calls about
streakers, he would respond slowly enough to not catch them.
The women set out at a slow run towards the small park that bypassed
Pageant Street. The pledges had vague hopes that Tracy might have hidden
uniforms in the bushes, but they passed by with no hint of stopping.
Tracy suspected that someone from the sorority would be waiting near the
stadium to make sure the pledges and their Pledge Mistress had run all
the full distance in the nude. The women ran along the quiet back
streets, sticking to areas shaded from streetlights to avoid being
spotted by residents. They dashed across the boulevard and jogged along
the quiet sidewalks of Old Campus.
Tracy set a deliberately slow pace to allow Bernadette and Cherine to
make it to the stadium without being overly fatigued. However, being
winded would not be much of a problem, because Bernadette and Cherine
were terrified by what they were doing and had plenty of adrenaline
building up in their bodies.
Meanwhile, Lisa and Kathleen thoroughly enjoyed the run to the stadium.
The daring feeling of running naked, combined with the silence of the
pre-dawn darkness, the relaxed pace of the run, and the cool air blowing
against their exposed bodies, turned out to be a truly enjoyable
experience. The two women actually hoped that it would be a while before
Bernadette was able to complete the stadium run, because they wanted to
have the opportunity to go streaking at least a couple more times.
As the group passed under the lights near the entrance to the Fitness
Center, the group noticed Heather’s friend with a digital camera in her
hands. She took a picture of the runners to verify that they had made
the run in the nude as required. A minute later, as they approached the
Stadium, they saw Polk standing next to his bicycle. The pledges thought
they had been busted, but Polk waved to Tracy and told her that Gate 4
had been unlocked and opened for them. Tracy thanked him, although she
had very mixed feelings. Polk was doing her a favor, but at the same
time was taking advantage of the opportunity to see her without any
clothes. Lisa noticed Polk’s eyes scanning Tracy’s body before looking
over her four companions. She suspected, rightly, that Polk would be
more than happy to be standing by Gate 4 when they were finished and
catch another look as they ran past him on their way back to the
Tracy sighed at the thought that her body no longer held any secrets
from one of the guys in her Reserve unit. However, now she had to deal
with the purpose of the trip, getting Bernadette to complete running six
full flights of stairs non-stop. The women ran though Corridor 4,
descended the steps, and came to a stop on the football field.
“You are excused from running with the rest of the group! I want you to
run ahead of us, and keep at it until we’re done! I’m curious to see
what you’re capable of doing, so when you finish your six sets of steps,
I want you to keep going!”
Tracy landed a very hard slap on Kathleen’s bottom and with that the
pledge ran towards the bleachers.
“You, too! Let’s see what you can do on the stairs! Move out!”
Lisa felt the sharp sting of Tracy’s hand slapping her bottom even
before she had a chance to shout: “yes ma’am!” She set out after
Kathleen, although she knew she had no hope of catching up to her.
Tracy and the two remaining pledges began the climb up the first flight
of steps. Tracy calmly jogged behind her companions, ready to land a
quick slap on their bare bottoms if she felt they weren’t trying their
best. Apart from the painful slaps, she motivated them with her words:
“Let’s pick up the pace, ladies! It’s already starting to get light!
Come-on, hurry-up! We’re gonna get caught if you don’t hurry up!”
As Lisa climbed the fifth flight of steps, she noticed that Bernadette
and Cherine, motivated by the slaps and lecturing of their Pledge
Mistress, still were doing fairly well. They already were halfway up the
fourth flight, although Bernadette’s face reflected fatigue and painful
cramps. Cherine was slightly ahead of Bernadette, eager to be far enough
away from Tracy to avoid a barrage of slaps on her bottom. Meanwhile,
Kathleen was way ahead of the others, already completing her seventh set
of steps and getting ready to descend to start on her eighth. Lisa
realized that Kathleen was in excellent shape as she admired her skinny
runner’s figure in action. Lisa already was badly winded as she began
the sixth set of steps, but her lover showed no hint of being tired.
Bernadette was crying by the time she made it to the top of the fifth
flight of steps, but to everyone’s amazement, her performance was much
better than it had been on Tuesday. She gritted her teeth as she started
on the sixth flight, putting every bit of strength into trying to
complete the final set.
“Breathe with it, Pledge, breath with it. You’re doing just fine.
Breathe with it.”
Bernadette grunted from her struggle as she laboriously climbed the
final flight of steps. Lisa looked back to notice that Tracy no longer
was slapping the freshman’s backside because she was afraid of knocking
her off-balance. Anyhow, there was no way Bernadette could have improved
on her performance; she was putting everything she had into making it up
those final steps.
“Good job, Pledge.”
Bernadette’s face was completely distorted and discolored when she
finished. Sweat was pouring down her body and her eyes were wide from
painful exhaustion. However, she had done extremely well, coming much
closer to completing what was expected of her. She struggled up the
final flight, descended with Tracy, and collapsed into Cherine’s arms.
Her body felt like it was about to fall apart, but Bernadette was very
happy. She had made an important decision, to do what she needed not to
fail. Although it would take several more attempts, she knew that within
a week or so she would be able to complete the stair run and keep up
with the sophomores. She had made a very good effort and was close to
Once Bernadette had a few moments to recover and Lisa and Kathleen were
back on the field, Tracy led her group out through Gate 4 past the
obliging Sergeant Polk.
“Same thing Saturday morning, Tracy?”
“Yeah, same thing.”
“OK, then I’ll have the gate open. It’ll be Gate 4 again.”
Polk keyed his radio, held up his hand to warn the women to wait a
second, and listened to a broadcast in police code.
“One word of advice. When you head back, cross over at Brixton Street.
The cops got a burglary call on Platte, so stay away from Platte.”
“OK, girls, we’ll see you Saturday. Have fun and be careful. Wouldn’t
want those cute bare butts to end up in jail, now would we?”
Tracy forced a smile, but inwardly she cringed at the prospect of
displaying her body to him several more times. She clapped her hands and
the women began their trek back to the sorority house.
The security officer stared at the five young women’s backsides as they
ran past the Fitness Center and disappeared into the darkness. Once they
were out of sight, he locked Gate 4.
Polk was very much looking forward to seeing Tracy’s bare figure again
on Saturday morning. Hmm…so that’s what our little sergeant looks like
under her BDU’s. Nice! That babe’s got one cute ass!
Part of being a Four-Beta was giving up any expectation of modesty. The
Pledge Mistress knew that better than anyone else. She had saved her
pledges the indignity of being taunted by the football players, but in
doing so placed her own reputation at the mercy of someone who was at
best a casual acquaintance. She wondered if Polk would take her
seriously the next time they attended drill and whether the story of the
streaking adventure would be making its way around her Reserve unit. At
the very least, she owed him a very big favor.
The Pledge Mistress - Chapter 27