Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 ï>¿The Pledge Mistress by EC

   Chapter 6 - A night at the Tri-Alpha House

   As soon as the ceremony ended and the 80 fraternity and sorority members
left the room, Tracy ordered her group to kneel so she could take off their
blindfolds and handcuffs.  The pledges returned the restraints to the black
bag.  Tracy then ordered the pledges to get some cleaning supplies and to
clean up the ceremonial room, to include dusting, vacuuming, washing all
the windows, and putting away the benches and podiums.

   Tracy then handed a key to the minivan to Bernadette and told her to put
the bag on the front seat of the vehicle, lock it up, and come back inside.
When she realized that putting the bag in the minivan meant going outside
naked, Bernadette made an unfortunate mistake.  She had the audacity to
question Tracy's order.

   "But, ma'am, I can't go outside!  I don't have anything on!"

   Tracy's face changed color and her lips tightened.  Lisa cringed,
because she knew what was coming.

   Sure enough, Tracy exploded.  She ferociously poked the offender in the
chest several times as she shouted:

   "When I give you an order, YOU WILL OBEY THAT ORDER!  That's what you
do, Pledge!  You obey the orders I give you!  Just who the hell do you
think you are, arguing with me?  Just who the FUCK do you think you are,
PLEDGE?"

   Bernadette, who had not previously seen Tracy in drill-sergeant mode,
shook with absolute terror.

   "You put that bag, in that car, NOW!"

   Without saying another word, Bernadette struggled to put on her shower
shoes and raced out the door with the bag.  She ran out to the vehicle,
deposited the bag on the front seat, and ran back to the house, trying to
ignore the whistles of the fraternity guys across the street.  She was
mortified at being on such public display to a bunch of strangers, but now
she had a much worse problem, dealing with Tracy's explosive temper.  She
ran back to join her companions, who were standing together in a line.

   "ALL FOUR OF YOU, FRONT-LEANING REST POSITION, NOW!!!"

   Lisa and Cherine instinctively dropped to the floor.  Bernadette and
Kathleen took a second longer, a second too long.  Tracy ordered them back
up and to "try it again".  The women rose and fell several times before
having to do two sets of 10 four-count pushups.  By the time Tracy finished
with the second set the pledges were beyond exhausted and their bodies were
trembling from muscle fatigue.

   "Stand up, all of you!"

   The four pledges scrambled to get to their feet and snap to attention.
Bernadette continued to tremble from fear.

   "I was gonna take you back to the Four-Beta House so you could get some
sleep, but because you've been insubordinate, I've decided that's not gonna
happen for a while!  Obviously you guys are gonna need some discipline! 
I'm gonna put you to work!  You'll be starting by cleaning up this room,
but that's just the beginning!  You're also gonna be cleaning the kitchen,
the laundry room and every bathroom in this house!  Pledge Lisa, you're in
charge!"

   "Yes, ma'am!"

   Tracy suddenly walked out of the sitting room, only to return a minute
later with a leather paddle and a small regulation book.

   "I'm gonna make sure you pledges do your jobs right!  This...  " she
held up the guide book, "...  is the regulation manual for Tri-Alpha
pledges for building clean-up!  Lot's of stuff in here, little nit-picky
details, you'll need to worry about!  And I'm gonna give you good reason to
worry!  I'm inspecting tomorrow morning at 6:00 a.m., and for each
violation of these regulations, Pledge Lisa gets two swats on the butt." If
I find 50 violations, guess what?  That's 100 swats and one very sore
Pledge Lisa!"

   The pledges recoiled from the unfairness of Tracy's threat.  Why Lisa?
She didn't do anything...

   Tracy grabbed Bernadette by the wrist and led her to one of the benches.

   "Put your hands on the bench, little Miss Combative!"

   Bernadette did as she was told, bending over and exposing her trembling
white bottom.

   "Take a good look, Pledges!  Let me give you a demo of what I'm talking
about!"

   POP!...  POP!...  POP!...  POP!...  POP!...  POP!...

   Tracy landed 10 hard swats on Bernadette's bare backside, quickly
changing the color from white to solid pink.  Tears ran down Bernadette's
cheeks.

   With that Tracy left and the pledges set to work cleaning the sitting
room.  Lisa picked up the manual and organized the others to sweep the
carpet and clean the windows while she dusted.  Cherine and Kathleen gave
Bernadette very hostile looks, while she looked away and started to cry. 
Upon noticing her companions turning on poor Bernadette, Lisa ordered the
group to stop for a minute.

   "Look you three.  We need to get something straight here.  You can't go
blaming each other, because that's exactly what Tracy's looking for.  She's
testing us, to see if we're gonna turn on each other.  You want to screw
this up, then you go right ahead and blame each other."

   Bernadette began crying in earnest.  Lisa ignored her and continued.

   "A couple of things to remember.  If you're stupid enough to think we
were gonna get any sleep tonight, all I can say is that I feel real sorry
for you!.  Didn't you see that she was carrying an overnight bag when we
came over here?  What's that tell you?"

   Lisa paused to let that sink in and continued: "Pledges never get any
sleep on the first night.  That's part of the hazing.  They do the same
thing to every group.  I can tell you, for a fact, if it hadn't been
Bernadette, it would've been something else."

   Bernadette was still crying, but Lisa could tell she about to calm down
and that the crisis was passing.  Cherine had a question.

   "Lisa, what do we gotta do, to keep you from getting paddled?  I mean...
it's not fair that...  "

   "It's not fair, but I'm gonna get paddled, no matter what you guys do.
That's between me and Tracy.  Just do what you can and skip the guilt
trips. None of us is getting any sleep, so we might as well try our best to
clean this place up."

   When the women finished cleaning the sitting room, they proceeded to the
kitchen.  Their hearts sank when they saw what a mess it was.  Normally the
Tri-Alpha sophomores were responsible for cleaning the kitchen whenever no
pledges were available, but, as of that night, pledges were available and
the guys could take the night off.  They left untouched a day's worth of
dirty dishes and cooking utensils for a fraternity of 40 members and their
40 female guests.  The condition of the kitchen confirmed Lisa's theory
that Tracy never had any intention of taking the pledges back to the
Four-Beta house that night.  She knew the kitchen had been left that way on
purpose; because normally there was no way the Tri-Alphas would tolerate
such a mess on their property.

   Lisa relayed her observation to the others and then ordered her
companions to empty the two dishwashers and pack them with as many plates
and glasses as they would hold.  While the dishwashers were running she
took out several bags of trash.  She ordered Cherine and Bernadette to
start scrubbing pots and Kathleen to clean the two stovetops.

   It took several trips to clear out all the trash from the kitchen. 
Lisa's treks to the dumpster took her outside where she could see the pool
area.  Tracy, Heather, and a couple other Four-Betas were playing water
volleyball against several Tri-Alphas.  Everyone in the pool was naked,
since swimsuits were prohibited in the pool areas of both the sorority and
the fraternity.  It was strange to see Heather and Tracy, who behaved in
such a fearsome manner towards the pledges, relaxing and splashing in the
water just like any of the other women of the sorority.

   Lisa returned to the kitchen, consulted the manual, and ordered her
companions to organize the first batch of clean dishes to put away.  As the
others put the dishes back on their shelves, Lisa loaded a second batch
into the dishwashers, packing them in as tightly as possible.  Now they
were making some progress, with half the dishes put away and the other half
in the dishwashers.  There were still plenty of pots and pans to scrub, but
it now seemed there no longer was enough work in the kitchen to keep all
four women busy.

   Lisa suddenly had an idea.  It was a bit risky, but as she looked at the
exhausted faces of her companions, figured the risk was worth taking.  She
remembered seeing a small side room near the Pledge Shower that was empty
except for a small bed.  She decided to tell Kathleen and Cherine to go in
there, close the door, and get two hours of sleep.  Meanwhile Lisa and
Bernadette would finish up in the kitchen.  By that time the kitchen would
be done and the four women could start on the bathrooms.

   There was absolutely no argument from the two pledges.  They crawled
into the bed and promptly went to sleep.  Lisa and Bernadette chatted as
they finished cleaning the pots.  Lisa was able to tell Bernadette the
story of her first punishment at the hands of Tracy, the screaming fit over
her simple request to make sure she understood Tracy's command to get
undressed.

   "They've had their system set up like this for years.  A lot of it they
get from the military.  That's why what Tracy's doing doesn't really bother
me, because she's just doing her job.  I'd bet that to get her position she
went off and got trained somewhere."

   "But, I still don't get it.  Why are they doing this to us?  And how
come they're trying to get us to fight with each other?"

   "The military stuff and the discipline is to get us into shape and make
sure we really want to join.  They're using the unfair punishments to test
us to see how good we are at sticking up for each other and working
together.  I'd bet that if we start fighting, they'll kick us out."

   Lisa knew that something else that was being tested, herself.  Somehow,
during the first few minutes they interacted, Tracy had picked up on Lisa's
potential for leadership.  Tracy was testing Lisa much more than she was
testing the others, because she realized that Lisa had a talent for
organizing other people and was willing to make personal sacrifices for
those under her command.  That was the reason she had placed Lisa in charge
of the cleanup.  How well the cleanup went and how well the pledges were
getting along with each other the next morning was the Four-Betas' first
big test of her leadership skills.

   Within just three hours, the sitting room was completely clean and the
kitchen getting close to being clean.  Bernadette's mood had improved
dramatically and she no longer felt guilty or frightened.  Cherine and
Kathleen would have a couple of hours of sleep, a luxury denied to Lisa and
Bernadette, so hopefully their mood would be better as well.  Anyhow, no
longer could they say anything against Bernadette, because they had enjoyed
two hours of sleep while she and Lisa had continued working.

   After two more hours the kitchen was clean.  Bernadette poured Lisa and
herself some mineral water while Lisa compared the kitchen's condition with
the regulations listed in the manual.  By now it was 3:00 in the morning
and the pledges only had three more hours to clean the laundry room and the
bathrooms.  Lisa shook Kathleen and Cherine awake, told them to make the
bed, and then headed to the laundry room.  For the next hour the women
folded a pile of clean sheets and washed several loads of dirty linen. 
While the sheets were drying the women cleaned the five bathrooms in the
house and replaced all the towels.  The dirty towels meant at least one
more load of laundry, which had to go into the washers while the pledges
folded what remained of the sheets.

   While the others were hauling towels to the laundry room, Lisa nervously
looked at the clock and the inspection manual.  She went through the
bathrooms and moved a few things around to make sure the rooms were in
compliance with the instructions in the book.  She glanced at the clock yet
again.  It was 4:45 a.m.  We might just make it, she thought to herself.

   The towels were not dry until 5:45 a.m.  The women worked feverishly to
fold them and get them back into the linen closet.  Lisa and Bernadette ran
the towels upstairs to put away while Cherine and Kathleen tidied up the
laundry room.  At 5:59 Lisa grabbed the manual and directed her companions
to return to the empty sitting room.

   The four pledges knelt together as they heard footsteps coming down the
stairs.  It was exactly 6:00 a.m.  when Tracy and Heather entered the
sitting room.  Tracy was carrying her leather paddle and a notebook.

   "Good morning, pledges."

   "Good morning, ma'am."

   "Are the rooms I asked you to clean ready for inspection?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "OK, let's check them out.  Everyone on your feet!"

   Tracy handed the paddle to Heather and the opened her notebook.  She
carefully moved about the sitting room, running her finger over various
surfaces, looking for dust.  She didn't find anything until she reached up
to the wooden coverings protecting the tops of the draperies.  Lisa
cringed, because no one had thought about those coverings.  Tracy
documented the violation in her notebook and continued looking around the
room.  She found another violation, a bottle of window cleaner that had
been overlooked and left behind one of the curtains.  She noted the second
violation before the women left to inspect the kitchen.

   The inspection was completed within 20 minutes, just as some of the
early risers in the fraternity were starting to get up and use the
bathrooms.  Tracy noted a total of 18 violations, which would mean 36 swats
from the paddle for Lisa.  While the other three pledges glanced quietly
and apologetically at Lisa, their leader sighed with relief that the number
of violations was not considerably more.  In reality Tracy and Heather were
impressed with Lisa's performance.

   What a contrast between this cleanup test and the one last fall!  The
inspection from the disorganized cleanup conducted by the previous pledge
group (which started with a total of 12 members) had resulted in a total of
79 violations, a fight, finger-pointing among the pledges, multiple
paddlings, and two expulsions from the group.  With just four members, the
summer pledge group had accomplished something that 12 pledges had not been
able to accomplish last September.

   Tracy called the pledges to attention:

   "Pledges!  Stand up!"

   "Yes, ma'am!"

   "Pledge Bernadette!"

   "Yes ma'am!"

   "Take these keys and bring back the bag you put in the minivan last
night!"

   "Yes, ma'am!"

   Bernadette managed to hide her distress.  Tracy's order required her to
run out to the vehicle in the early morning sunlight, unlock it, and
retrieve the same cloth bag that had gotten her into so much trouble just
10 hours before.  This time however, she knew better than to argue.  She
put on her shower shoes, ran out the front door, and braved the whistles
and cheering from the neighboring frat houses.  She quickly pulled the bag
out of the minivan and raced back into the house.

   Bernadette knelt while Tracy and Heather took out a set of handcuffs and
blindfolds.  In quick succession they blindfolded all four pledges and
cuffed their hands behind their backs.  With the assistance of two nearby
fraternity members, they led the four pledges into the sitting room where
the members of the fraternity were waiting.  The Tri-Alphas had returned
the benches to the sitting room and had brought in a small sturdy table. 
They were sitting quietly when the four pledges came in.  Tracy's voice
rang out:

   "Pledges!  You will kneel, except Pledge Lisa!  Pledge Lisa, you will
step forward!

   Lisa now faced yet another test, her first physical punishment at the
hands of Heather.  The Four-Beta Sergeant-at-Arms secretly would have liked
to cancel Lisa's paddling, but knew that she couldn't.  The first night's
cleanup was an important test for the pledges, and the post-cleanup
paddling was part of the tradition.  The paddling was a public event to be
conducted in front of the fraternity, so canceling it was out of the
question.  Heather sighed as she unfolded a pre-printed punishment letter
to fill in Lisa's name and the numbers "18" and "36".

   Tracy took off Lisa's blindfold and handcuffs.  She ordered Lisa to
kneel and passed her the letter.

   "Read this out loud, Pledge Lisa!"

   Lisa read:

   "Last night, I, Pledge Lisa Campbell, was placed in charge of cleaning
the sitting room, the kitchen, the bathrooms, and the laundry room of the
Tri-Alpha Fraternity House.  My assistants and I were given an entire night
to bring the aforementioned rooms into compliance with the Tri-Alpha
Fraternity Maintenance Code and Regulation Guide.  I was given a copy of
the guide so there would be no doubt concerning what we needed to do.

   Unfortunately, due to my own laziness and negligence, my group failed to
fully comply with the maintenance guide.  An inspection of the facilities
uncovered 18 violations of the conditions set out by the guide for the
areas we cleaned.

   I understand and agree with the Four-Beta philosophy that dictates that
negligence is an unacceptable human deficiency and that any manifestation
of negligence needs to be severely punished.  Because I allowed 18
instances of negligence to go uncorrected, I am requesting to be
appropriately disciplined.

   What I am asking for, specifically, is to be struck two times on my
naked bottom for each instance of negligence I overlooked when my
companions failed to properly clean the areas assigned to my group.  I am
requesting that the Four-Beta Sergeant-at-Arms administer my punishment.  I
also am requesting that, because my negligence caused the Tri-Alpha
Fraternity House to not be properly cleaned, that the full membership of
the fraternity be present to witness my punishment."

   Lisa swallowed and looked up at Heather, who was holding Tracy's
notebook and the leather paddle.

   "Very well, Pledge Lisa.  We appreciate your honesty and will grant you
the punishment that you have requested.  However, we will insist that the
members of the Tri-Alpha Fraternity understand exactly why you need to be
punished.  I have numbered each instance in which you failed to comply with
the Tri-Alpha Fraternity Maintenance Code and Regulation Guide.  Before I
administer the strokes for each violation, you will read that violation out
loud to everyone in the room.  After I swat you two times, you will read
the next violation, and again I will swat you.  Do you understand and
agree?"

   "Yes, ma'am.  I...  I understand and agree."

   Heather set the notebook on the table facing upwards so Lisa could read
it.  Then she instructed the pledge to hold onto the edges of the table,
spread her legs about shoulder-width apart, and arch her back to make her
bottom stick out properly.  She passed her hand over Lisa's bottom a couple
of times before positioning herself and touching the paddle to Lisa's right
bottom-cheek.

   "Please begin, Pledge Lisa."

   "Item One - There was dust present on the drapery boxes of the
ceremonial room, in violation of page 22 of the guidebook."

   POP!...  POP!  Heather landed a cruel swat against each bottom cheek,
and then positioned herself for Lisa's second offence.

   Lisa bit her lip as the stinging mounted, and then continued:

   "Item Two - There was a bottle of window cleaner left on a windowsill of
the ceremonial room, in violation of page 23 of the guidebook."

   POP!...  POP!

   Lisa took a deep breath and read:

   "Item Three - The top shelf of the kitchen glass rack was not dusted, in
violation of page 11 of the guidebook."

   POP!...  POP!

   "Item Four - Lint buildup at the base of the refrigerator was not
cleaned, in violation of page 10 of the guidebook."

   POP!...  POP!...

   Each item from the list added to both Lisa's physical pain and also to
her humiliation.  To listen to the way she was forced to recite the
violations one by one, anyone listening would have thought she had done
something truly horrific.  By the fifteenth violation and resulting swats
Lisa was starting to cry.  Her bottom was a dark, angry-looking pink and
swollen.  Her tears and crying made the reading of the final three items on
the list very difficult.

   As hard as the punishment was for Lisa, it was even harder for her three
companions.  Their blindfolds prevented them from seeing what was happening
to their fellow pledge, but they could hear everything clearly.  All three
of them felt that Lisa was taking punishment that they should be taking
instead and were consumed with guilt.

   Once Heather finished paddling Lisa she put on her cuffs and blindfold
and instructed her to kneel with her three companions.  Lisa continued to
cry, partly from the pain, partly from the humiliating experience she had
just endured, and partly because the lack of sleep was starting to break
down her resistance.

   The hazing of the four pledges had begun in earnest.

   Lisa's companions realized something important as they knelt waiting for
her crying to die down.  No formal agreement was ever discussed between
them, but within 24 hours of starting the initiation process Cherine,
Kathleen, and Bernadette had each decided that Lisa would be the leader of
the pledge group.  From that moment the three pledges felt obligated to do
whatever she told them to do.



   Chapter 7 - The second day

   Once Lisa's punishment was finished and the Tri-Alphas filed out of the
sitting room, Tracy and Heather found the two alternates for the shower
attendants.  The two main attendants now were off-duty, but Heather wanted
the pledges cleaned up before taking them back to the Four-Beta House.

   Tracy, Heather, and the two new shower attendants each took a pledge by
the arm and led the group to the Pledge Shower.  As before, the group was
required to kneel on towels, but this time the four aspirants remained
cuffed and blindfolded.  Tracy announced that the pledges would be
permitted to use the toilet before being taken into the shower.  All four
women needed to pee quite badly, so they eagerly awaited having their
blindfolds and handcuffs taken off.

   The shower attendants stripped and reached down to help Kathleen to her
feet.  They guided her to the toilet and helped her position herself over
the seat.  She cringed at even being denied the dignity of peeing
unassisted.  However she had to go so badly that she meekly sat down and
allowed her bladder to release in front of the two young men.  They helped
her stand up, wiped her off, flushed the toilet for her, and guided her
back to her knees on the towel.

   In quick succession the attendants assisted the other pledges on the
toilet.  Once again the message was quite clear, that the pledges did not
have the right to any secrets or privacy.  Their bodies, as well as all of
their bodily functions, were subject to public viewing and public review.

   The shower attendants turned on the water and prepared to bathe the
pledges.  They were aware that the women were very tired and thus more
vulnerable.  The men's instructions were to give the pledges orgasms if at
all possible to continue breaking down their inhibitions.  They were not to
try to force anything, but instead try their best to make each pledge want
to be aroused and then relieved.

   The most obvious pledge to start with would have been either Lisa or
Bernadette, both of whom already had enjoyed orgasms in the shower. 
However, the attendants decided to start with Cherine.  They suspected that
watching someone else get an orgasm before getting one herself might scare
her instead of arouse her.  The men helped her off her knees, took off the
blindfold and cuffs, and instructed her to position herself to allow her
hands to be restrained in the shower.

   While the other three pledges waited quietly, the attendants very slowly
went to work on Cherine.  They shampooed her hair and gently washed her
face and neck.  They did not hint at touching her sexually...  at first. 
However, as the two men began lathering her body they slowly went to work
seducing her.  They pushed through her fright and fatigue to unlock the key
to her sexuality.  They explored her body and found the spots that most
excited her.  They massaged her very tired muscles and finally began
working the sensitive skin on the insides of her thighs.  Their patience
was rewarded when she spread her legs and threw her head back.

   The seduction of Cherine continued as the men gently explored her bottom
and the sensitive dark skin around her bottom-hole.  They massaged her
sphincter with soap as she opened further and pushed her bottom back for
more.  Gentle soapy fingers explored her pelvis, teasing her vagina and
massaging her labia.  By the time the first tentative touch made contact
with her clitoris, she was desperate and welcomed that touch with all of
her desires.

   The attendants continued to run their hands over the pledge's body, only
occasionally touching her most sensitive areas.  They played with her,
teased her, and made her desperate.  They would seduce her, but they would
accomplish that by making her desperately want to be seduced.  Cherine's
inhibitions finally fell away as her movements and position silently
beseeched her tormenters to give her the sexual relief she so desperately
needed.

   Finally the seduction of Cherine reached its climax.  A delicious orgasm
swept over her as she moaned and gasped from the pure pleasure of her first
real sexual experience.  She had come into this shower room a virgin, and
would leave still technically a virgin, but her innocence now was gone. 
She had experienced the joy of being sexually aroused by another person and
from that point forward would want more, much more.  Her personality would
radically change as she became determined to seek out every sexual
experience the men of the Tri-Alpha Fraternity and the women of the
Four-Beta Sorority could give her.  The Pandora's Box of Cherine's soul now
had opened, and what had just been released would never be re-captured.

   *****

   The attendants decided to do Bernadette next.  Of all the women in the
group, it was Bernadette's inhibitions that were breaking down the fastest,
even quicker than Lisa's.  Both times she had been showered she had been
brought to orgasm, and the third time in the shower resulted in a third
orgasm.  Her sexual desire surfaced very quickly, as she became aroused the
instant she was touched.  The attendants were determined to make the
experience for her as intense as possible, so they did not relieve her
desires right away.  They teased her and made her totally desperate as she
tugged helplessly at her restraints.  The climax, when it came, was so good
that she almost passed out.  When Bernadette finally returned to her
kneeling position on her towel, she was totally relaxed and barely able to
keep her eyes open from fatigue.

   *****

   Lisa was next.  The attendants noted her reddish bottom, which was still
somewhat tender from her recent punishment.  The de facto leader of the
pledge group decided, on her own, that she was ready for another orgasm and
allowed the attendants to massage her into a state of arousal.

   Lisa discovered that when her bottom was sore from punishment that she
enjoyed having it gently massaged and caressed.  She wouldn't have wanted
the attendants to press down too hard on her swollen skin, but their light
soapy touches on her sensitive skin were perfect.  She pushed her bottom
out to let the men know she wanted them to continue.  For a very long time
one of the attendants sensuously massaged both bottom-cheeks while his
companion washed and massaged her stomach, the insides of her thighs, and
her crotch.  On inspiration one of the guys kissed her nipples, something
that made her jump with heightened sexual tension.  Finally she climaxed,
moaning uncontrollably in front of her fellow pledges and the Four-Beta
Sergeant-at-Arms and her assistant.

   *****

   The final pledge was Kathleen, the aspirant who stood out because of her
tan marks and the previous day's enema.  The attendants pondered how to
sexually arouse her, suspecting that the enema was still very much present
on her mind.  As they washed her hair and lathered her body, one of the
attendants paid special attention to her bottom.  He firmly massaged her
buttocks, relaxing the muscles and getting her to spread her legs and push
back her rear to better expose herself.  While one of the men massaged her
vagina, the other soaped her sphincter and began pressing a soapy finger
inside.  Kathleen's reaction confirmed his suspicion that, of four the
women in the group, she was the one who most enjoyed anal stimulation.  She
sighed and pressed back, inviting him to push his finger in deeper.  He
gently massaged her opening and pressed into his grateful subject, while
his companion massaged the insides of her thighs and worked his way towards
her clitoris.

   Like Cherine, the Pandora's Box of Kathleen's soul now was open.  She
had experimented a few times in her past with a couple of boyfriends and
had a single disastrous sexual encounter with another girl from her high
school.  However, she never had experienced sexual fulfillment.  Now she
knew why.  Her center of pleasure was concentrated in her bottom.  It was
her bottom-hole where she needed to receive stimulation to become aroused.
Kathleen's days of sexual frustration had ended, because the mystery of her
life was solved.  Now she knew what a lover needed to do to make her
satisfied.

   *****

   Upon having their charges properly washed and stimulated, Tracy and
Heather ordered them to line up and prepare to be taken back to the
Four-Beta House.  Tracy carried the infamous black bag with four blindfolds
and four sets of handcuffs, along with Heather's riding crop and leather
paddle.  The pledges followed their two mentors out the door and down the
driveway, then stood quietly in the hot sun waiting for Heather to get the
door open.  There were the usual whistles from the other fraternities, but
by then the pledges were learning to ignore them.

   Tracy laid out four clean towels for the bare bottoms of her four
pledges and the women climbed in.  They had gone a few blocks when Lisa
noticed with mounting concern that the driver of the van was not taking
them in the direction of the sorority, but instead into an artsy business
district.  The van pulled into an alley and Tracy ordered the women to get
out at the back door of a sportswear store.  The driver flippantly noted:

   "I would've liked to have parked out front so you guys go in through
main door, but of course all I got was 'sorry, we can't let you do that.'
Oh well, at least we can get you in this way."

   Tracy and the four naked women climbed up the back stairs and entered
the store.  The reason for the visit was straightforward enough; the
sorority wanted the women to have matching athletic shoes for exercising.
They would purchase track shoes, basketball shoes, and hiking shoes.  The
store's male employees led the women to a row of seats and eagerly measured
four pairs of feet for a total of 12 pairs of shoes.

   Both Tracy and the store's male employees insisted on taking careful
measurements and on having the pledges try several pairs of each type of
shoe.  The employees spent an inordinate amount time checking the shoes'
fit and watching the pledges try them on and walk around.  It seemed to
Lisa that the male sales representatives were extremely concerned about the
well-being of their clients.  It was the best customer service that Lisa
had ever experienced in a shoe store.

   Of the four pledges, Lisa by far received the most attention.  Her tall
attractive figure would have been pleasing to a man's eyes at any time, but
there was the added detail of her backside, which still had some color from
her recent paddling.  Every time she stood up it was clear to her audience
that she had just been spanked.  Lisa's fellow pledges would have been
mortified had they had to go out in public with the recent marks of a
paddling on their bottoms, but for an exhibitionist like Lisa the shoe
store visit was nothing more than fulfilling a fantasy.  Instead of trying
to hide herself, she stood up much more than necessary and turned her back
to the store clerks whenever possible.  She even bent over a couple of
times to check her shoe laces.

   Lisa had a secret goal of her own with the clerks, a mischievous plan
that came to her the moment she saw their wide-eyed expressions and
listened to their efforts to keep their breathing and voices under control.
She was hoping to force them to have erections in the store.  Lisa's idea
was to get the clerks to completely embarrass themselves by forcing them to
continue working while stiff under their pants.  Her plan worked with at
least two of them.  As the sale progressed the men became increasingly
nervous.  Before long the tables were turned on the employees and it was
their turn to be humiliated.  The pledges giggled as the men struggled to
hide their crotches as they continued working.

   A female employee of the store gave both her co-workers and their naked
customers dirty looks as she struggled to attend several normally dressed
customers by herself.  None of the other customers really cared about the
delay, however.  After all, how often does a person go into a store to buy
footwear and is treated to the sight of four attractive naked women trying
on different pairs of shoes and walking around?

   After an hour of trying on shoes and matching socks, the pledges finally
managed to make their selections and lined up at the cash register.  Tracy
paid for everything from the Four-Beta general account.  She ordered the
pledges to put on their new sneakers and take their other shoes to the
minivan.

   *****

   It was nearly noon when the Lisa and her companions finally returned to
the Four-Beta House.  They were totally exhausted.  They also were totally
hungry because they had not eaten since the previous afternoon. 
Fortunately lunch was already served and waiting for them.  The same
selection of fruits and vegetables were laid out on the patio table, along
with fruit smoothies, fresh whole wheat bread, and granola for dessert. 
The pledges ate voraciously, but felt quite good after the meal was over.

   Tracy kept her group busy all afternoon.  After lunch she ordered the
pledges to trim the sides of the tall hedge that protected the pool area
from public view, then to put away the tools and tidy up the back yard. 
There was round of stretching in the sun, a 2-kilometer run on treadmills
in the sorority's gym, and finally a beginner's yoga session on mats near
the pool.

   Following the yoga, Heather joined the group and began lecturing the
pledges about personal safety and self-defense.  She and Tracy showed some
basic movements on each other, but promised that later the pledges would
receive professional training.  Personal self-defense would be one skill
out of many the pledges would need to master to become full members of the
sorority.

   Following the personal defense lecture by Heather, a guest from the
Tri-Alphas who was a Pre-Med student gave the women a rather blunt lecture
on different types of venereal disease and how to prevent them.  Sexual
health was another educational topic all Four-Beta members had to know, and
like Heather's self-defense lecture, the health lecture was the first out
of many the women would receive on the topic.

   For the first time since they became pledges, the four women used their
own shower and cleaned themselves instead of having it done for them. 
While showering next to each other Kathleen asked Lisa to soap her back. 
She seemed somewhat disappointed when Lisa only soaped the upper part where
she couldn't reach on her own.  Later Lisa suspected that what Kathleen
really wanted was to have her bottom rubbed.

   *****

   That evening, the pledges ate their first dinner with other members of
the sorority.  The pledges discovered that when eating by themselves the
Four-Betas had absolutely no dress-code when sitting at the table.  Some of
the members were fully dressed, some of them were in bathrobes or
nightshirts, some were wearing shorts and sports bras, and three, like the
pledges, came to the table not wearing anything at all.  It was obvious the
attitude among the Four-Betas was that whatever a member chose to put or
not put on her body while in the sorority house was entirely up to that
individual.  Lisa, who hated wearing clothing, relished the thought that
once she became a member of the sorority she could continue to run around
the house completely in the nude and no one would care.

   The initial topic of conversation at the table focused on what the women
were planning to do later that night: they and the Tri-Alphas were going to
attend a theater production in which two members of the sorority and three
members of the fraternity were participating.  They gossiped about the two
actresses and discussed the reviews the play had received.

   After the theater discussion the women talked at length about academics
and majors.  A couple members cited some recent articles they had read
about what careers were the most promising.  The topic prompted an argument
over whether a person should study what she wanted to study and was good
at, or should she go for what was most marketable.  The women quickly split
on the issue and it was obvious that evening was not the first time they
had debated how best to choose a major.

   The conversation moved to the women's plans for the upcoming fall
semester.  From that point Lisa fully participated in the conversation
because she had completed her first year in college.  The sorority members
already knew a lot about her, because the previous fall she had been the
winner of the female division of the annual Tri-Alpha nude 10-K race.  At
Tracy's prompting, Lisa talked at length about her freshman year and her
experiences as a resident in Huntington Hall.  The other sorority members
became especially interested when they discovered she had taken three
classes from Ruth Burnside and would become her student aide in the fall.
The fact that Lisa was working for Dr.  Burnside interested the others much
more than her talent for running.  They questioned her about Burnside's
classes and about her tutoring of several residents in Huntington Hall the
past year at the request of her RA.

   Slowly it dawned on Lisa where the conversation was headed.  It turned
out that several of the sorority members had taken Burnside's introductory
economics class and had to drop out.  Now the sorority would have a member
who could tutor the others, and everyone taking the class would pass it on
the first try.  Lisa realized she now was assured of becoming a full member
of the sorority, but that her membership would come at the price of a
commitment that she could not have anticipated.

   *****

   An hour later Tracy led the four very exhausted pledges to the basement
and told them to brush their teeth and use the bathroom a final time.  Lisa
glanced longingly at the army cots.  When she had seen them the previous
morning she had recoiled at the thought of sleeping on one of those, but 36
hours later those cots looked very inviting.  With no sleep for two full
days Lisa was so tired that she was becoming disoriented.

   Tracy ordered the pledges to carefully line up their new shoes under
their cots and then stand at attention.  She had a small, but very pleasant
surprise for them.

   "OK, pledges, I'm sure that by now you think I'm a total bitch.  Well,
as far as you're concerned, I am.  But tonight I'm only going to be 99%
bitch because you guys did so well with last night's clean up.  (By the
way, you didn't hear me say that.) Anyhow, I talked about it with
Sergeant-at-Arms Heather and she agreed to let you sleep in the beds in the
room next door instead of on these cots.  We're also giving you 10 hours of
sleep and letting you pull the covers over you.  Enjoy it, because this is
a treat.  Starting tomorrow it'll be 7 hours per night on the cots."

   "Thank you, ma'am."

   Tracy unlocked the door of the adjacent room, which had two single beds,
a double bed, a dresser, and a couple of nightstands.  Ordinarily the room
was used for visiting relatives, but to the four exhausted pledges, it
seemed like a paradise.  Bernadette and Cherine immediately took the two
singles, leaving the double bed for Lisa and Kathleen.  Within five minutes
the pledges were deeply asleep.  Tracy checked on her charges one last time
and shut the door.

   *****

   Lisa slept deeply for 8 of her allotted 10 hours.  She began feeling
hot, and then vaguely realized that something was pressing against her.  As
she slowly awakened she realized that the hot object was another human body
cuddling next to hers.  At first she thought it was Ken and was about to
push him back to his side of the bed.  Then she opened her eyes and
wondered why her dorm room was so dark.  She saw an unfamiliar digital
clock...  when did she get that?  Then she remembered she was not in her
dorm room, and that the body next to her couldn't possibly be Ken.  She ran
her hand over her companion, realizing that she was female.  What the hell?
Who was this person?  She eased herself from under the sleeping woman and
finally woke up enough to remember where she was and what had happened the
night before.  She recalled that she had gotten in bed last night with
Kathleen.  She ran her fingers through the woman's hair and realized, sure
enough, it turned out that Kathleen had slept snuggled up to her throughout
the night.  This was totally weird.

   Lisa was still somewhat disoriented and her thought processes had not
yet returned to normal.  Instead of pushing Kathleen over to her side of
the bed and going back to sleep, Lisa felt a vague desire to touch her. 
She ran her fingers through Kathleen's hair and lightly caressed her cheek.
She ran her fingers the full length of Kathleen's body.  Remembering the
shower incident and Kathleen's disappointment that she had not soaped her
bottom, Lisa suddenly felt curious.  She gently ran her fingers over the
woman's thin bottom.  Kathleen stirred slightly.

   "Hmm...  "

   Lisa quickly pulled her hand back, but fortunately Kathleen had not
woken up.  Out of curiosity Lisa again gently touched her companion's
bottom and ran her fingertips over the fading tan-line.  A vague feeling of
sexual desire swept over her.  She imagined Kathleen lying over her lap,
blindfolded and her hands cuffed together in front.  For a very long time
she gently rubbed and massaged Kathleen's backside, but gradually began to
alternately slap her bottom cheeks and stimulate her bottom-hole, driving
her wild in a combined frenzy of pain and pleasure.  Kathleen was
completely helpless, at Lisa's mercy, her lovely thin bottom the target
of...

   Lisa checked herself.  Better not go there...  She pulled away her hand
and pulled the covers over her sleeping companion.

   Now Lisa was fully awake.  In the dark pre-dawn hour she lay quietly,
wondering what was happening to her.  Where would her desires and her
fantasies lead her?  She realized that in a twenty-four hour period she had
fantasized about being seduced by Tracy, being fucked up the ass by that
guy in the doctor's smock, and now tormenting and pleasuring Kathleen.  In
just 24 hours she had enjoyed three of the best orgasms of her life at the
hands of total strangers.  During that time her boyfriend Ken had been
totally absent from her mind.  She didn't know what to make of that,
because she realized that the sexual adventures she had enjoyed with him
over the past 6 months were quickly fading in her consciousness now that
she was separated from him.  She wasn't sure what she wanted anymore and no
longer completely sure that she wanted to continue her life as it had been
before she joined the sorority.

   Less than 48 hours after she started pledging, Lisa's mind was full of
confusion and doubts.  It was safe to assume that her three companions had
the same doubts about themselves, which perhaps was why they had chosen to
pledge in the first place.  But as for herself, Lisa had pledged the
Four-Betas because she wanted an adventure, not because she thought that
she needed to change.  And yet, she was changing.  Maybe her character
wasn't nearly as strong as she thought.



   Chapter 8 - Pledge Kathleen's punishment

   Lisa was just starting to drift back to sleep when the light in the room
was turned on.  An ear-piercing whistle from Tracy startled the pledges
awake:

   "OK, sleeping beauties!  Up-up-up!"

   The four women struggled to get out of bed and stand at attention.

   "Good morning, ma'am!"

   "Good morning, Pledges, and a lovely morning it is!  We got a lot of
stuff going on today, so we might as well hit the ground running!  I want
these beds made and no evidence left that any of you was in here last
night! You got five minutes!  Then I want you to dump your bladders, brush
your teeth, put your shoes on, and form up in the pledge room!"

   "Yes, ma'am!"

   Obviously Tracy had returned to her normal nasty self.  However, a good
night's sleep had put the pledges in a much better mood.  At least they
were ready to face whatever she was going to throw at them that day.

   There were two sinks and one toilet, so the pledges took turns brushing
their teeth and peeing.  They knew better than to shower, because Tracy had
not mentioned anything about showering.  Less than 10 minutes after being
woken up the women were standing in line.

   "OK, today's upper-body PT day!  Everybody upstairs into the pool area!
Move out!"

   The pledges filed past Tracy, who landed a hard slap on the bare bottom
of each as they went by.  Lisa led her companions to the back yard, where
the members of the sophomore class already were in formation.  Like the
pledges, the only clothing the sophomores were wearing was athletic shoes
and socks.  Standing in front of the group was an equally naked Heather. 
The Sergeant-at-Arms welcomed the four pledges and announced from that
point forward they would be exercising with the sophomore class.

   Because Tracy was a senior, she left the sophomores to change into the
Four-Beta track uniform and go running with the other seniors and juniors.
While the younger group exercised in the yard, the older group would do
lengthy stretches and jog a standard three-mile loop around the university.
The Four-Beta members alternated upper-body and lower-body workouts: on the
days the sophomores and freshmen did pushups and sit-ups the seniors and
juniors went running, and vice-versa.

   Group exercise was mandatory for all Four-Beta members.  The rule about
attending physical training was one of the most inflexible mandates of the
sorority, because the women knew that by nature people tend to be lazy and
not as likely to exercise on their own as they are in a group.  Part of
Four-Beta daily life was rigorous physical activity, which fit into the
over-all philosophy of caring for one's own body.

   The women only wore uniforms when going out to run because they had to.
In the sorority's back yard (or in the basement gym during the winter) the
exercise uniform consisted of nothing except shoes and socks.  There was
nothing sexy about what the women were doing, not a hint of eroticism
during the group PT.  Instead what the Four-Betas were pursuing was an
effort to re-kindle the old spirit of Gymnos.  The sorority argued that it
was better to exercise in the nude because clothing inhibits the natural
process of sweating and free movement.  The idea of complete nudity
extended to deodorant, make-up, and perfume.  The women were not allowed to
put anything on their bodies that might inhibit their natural bodily
processes, especially perspiration.  Another goal of the nude exercising
was to re-enforce the idea that a person should never feel uncomfortable
with her own body or with seeing the bodies of other people.

   Lisa and Kathleen were relatively fit, so they did not struggle nearly
as much as Bernadette and Cherine.  Still, considering that the other women
in the group had been performing the same exercises for over a year, the
four pledges felt quite ashamed of their comparatively feeble efforts. 
Heather yelled at the newcomers, but let them know that for a while there
would be some leniency as long as the pledges showed steady improvement.

   Following the group workout the pledges got cleaned up and returned
upstairs for breakfast.  They ate on the porch with the sophomores, once
again a very healthy morning meal of fruit, whole-wheat English muffins,
and small bowls of granola.

   Although she had sat down with them only twice, Lisa could tell that the
women of the Four-Beta Sorority were very serious about any topic they
wanted to discuss.  Their concerns were academics, current events and
politics, fitness, women's issues, personal relationships, and sex, in that
order.  They did not discuss fashion, music, sports, or popular
entertainment.

   The sophomores engaged the pledges in conversation, talking at length
about the university and various classes.  After a while the topic shifted
to university politics and then to current affairs.  One of the Four-Beta
sophomores mentioned a massive ongoing financial and political scandal that
had been the top business news story for the past month.  The scandal
involved a botched attempt by Mega-Town Associates, the dominant
corporation in the United States, to seize control of the government of an
obscure European country called Upper Danubia.

   Lisa was very tempted to add her thoughts concerning the Danubian coup
plot, because she happened to know much more about it than any of the other
women at the table.  However, she decided to hold her tongue, because her
friends Cecilia Sanchez and Jason Schmidt, along with another friend of
Lisa's ex-boyfriend Mike, had been directly involved in disrupting the
attack by warning the Danubian government.  Apparently Lisa's friends had
placed themselves in personal danger, because they suddenly and secretly
left the U.S.  and she had not heard from them since.  She did not know
what to make of their sudden departure, and felt uneasy bringing something
so serious up among a group of women she was trying to get to know.

   The discussion moved to the merits of Mega-Town Associates in general,
and about whether it was good or not that a single company had so much
power.  Most of the women did not like Mega-Town, but one sophomore
defended them, saying: "At least they don't kid around.  The only reason
everyone's so afraid of them is because if they want something, they go
after it and they get it.  I wish the American government could be like
that." Most of the others, Lisa included, vehemently disagreed.

   Whatever the merits of their opinions, Lisa's future sorority companions
were very serious students who used the pledge process to weed out the dumb
princesses who belonged in other sororities.  At the table they conversed
with the pledges in a perfectly normal manner, but that was another part of
the pledge process.  During meals the normal formalities of pledge life
were set aside, because the women genuinely wanted to get to know the four
aspirants as persons and not just pledges.  The women wanted to make sure
that anyone allowed into their circle could think seriously and express
herself clearly, not just do push-ups and withstand being yelled at by
Tracy.  At the same time they wanted the pledges to understand that they
would not always be pledges.  Once they passed through the initiation
process they would be treated with much more respect.

   "There'll be plenty of times you think the pledging will go on forever,
but it won't.  We all went through what you're going through right now, and
we all made it."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   *****

   There were many topics and life skills the pledges had to learn before
becoming full members of the sorority.  Sexuality, sexual health, and
knowledge about one's own sexual needs were among the most important skills
the Four-Betas wanted to pass along to new members.  Upon swearing in as
full members of the sorority, Lisa and her companions would be expected to
have comprehensive knowledge of everything having to do with sex.  Study
topics included the human reproductive system of both sexes, health issues
and medical conditions that could affect sexuality, methods of sexual
intercourse and stimulation, orgasms, birth control and fertility, venereal
disease, and how to have successful sexual relationships.  As Heather put
it:

   "We plan to get rid of your innocence, because it's innocence that makes
women do stupid things and gets so many of us into trouble.  Knowledge is
power, and we're gonna be giving you plenty of knowledge over the next
three months.  Practical knowledge, not just theoretical shit out of books.
The next time any of you gets in bed with someone, you will know exactly
what you're doing and what you're up against."

   At first glance the sexual treatment of the Four Beta pledges seemed
very hypocritical and contradictory.  The forced masturbation, public
viewing, and erotic stimulation that went on during medical exams and
pledge showers seemed completely at odds with the strict prohibition
against sexual intercourse.  Both the fraternity and the sorority conducted
sexual hazing and encouraged frequent orgasms from their pledges, but
denied them the right to engage in intercourse with other people.

   Once a pledge understood the goal of the sexual education program, the
apparent contradiction made more sense.  The leadership of the fraternity
and the sorority wanted new members to become knowledgeable about their own
sexuality in a tightly controlled setting.  Once they acquired that
knowledge, then they would be ready to safely enjoy sexual relationships.
The erotic stimulation was designed to familiarize a pledge with orgasms
and make each person aware of the specific needs of his or her own body. 
Pledges were expected to submit to being sexually touched, but only
upperclassmen who had earned the complete trust of the officers were
assigned to have any physical contact with the newcomers.

   There was particular concern among the Tri-Alphas about the Four-Beta
pledges, and that concern existed for a very good reason.  In other
fraternities it was common for the less scrupulous upperclassmen to seduce
sorority pledges and "little sisters".  The female pledges tended to be
vulnerable because they had just entered college and were eager to do what
was necessary to impress and please fraternity upperclassmen.  Many of the
18-year old women started college very na�ve and every year many got into
trouble.  Every September, throughout the university there were annual
scandals involving rapes, alcohol poisoning, and the use of drugs such
rohypnol.

   The ongoing fraternity sex scandals never affected the Tri-Alphas,
because the "Triple A's" handled interaction with female pledges very
differently than most other fraternities.  The Tri-Alphas' leadership
mandated that female pledges were completely off-limits.  The fraternity
members were encouraged to date and have relationships with members of the
Four-Beta sorority, but only with the women who had passed the initiation
and completed the sexual education program.  Any attempt by a Tri-Alpha to
have sex or intimate personal interaction with a Four-Beta pledge was
punished by immediate expulsion from the fraternity.

   The Four-Beta pledges, in turn, answered to no one except the sorority's
Sergeant-at-Arms and her assistant.  On the second day of their internment
Tracy made it very clear that under no circumstances were the pledges to
obey orders from anyone except President Alexandra, Sergeant-at-Arms
Heather, or herself.  If anyone else, male or female, ever tried to tell
them to do anything, they were to immediately report the incident to Tracy.

   *****

   The third day of the initiation process was full of sexual education
classes, the first four hours of which were given on the back patio.  Lisa,
Cherine, and Bernadette sat at a table in the shade, while Kathleen lay in
the sun on a deck chair to continue getting rid of her tan lines.  Heather
passed out notebooks and told the pledges they would be tested on the
material they were being given.

   The first class was a two-hour review of the human reproductive system,
with an emphasis on the role sexuality plays in reproduction.  The
presentation was followed by quick exercise break and then a quiz to review
the material.  The next lesson was an enhanced version of the venereal
disease lecture from the night before, given by the same Tri-Alpha Pre-Med
student.  Once again the lecture was followed by an exercise break and a
review.

   There was a light lunch, and then Heather and Tracy took the four
pledges into the Four-Beta ceremonial room for a five-hour anatomy lecture
and practical exercise titled: "Your vagina and beyond".  The pledges
realized there would be much more to the five hours than just a lecture
when they saw the gynecological exam chair set up next to a table of
medical examination instruments.

   Heather and Tracy took turns explaining what doctors look for when they
subject a patient to a gynecological exam.  They showed the pledges various
medical diagrams and forced them to memorize the medical terms they would
need to conduct and write up their own examinations.  They two seniors then
passed out speculums and other medical devices and showed the pledges how
they worked.  Finally the trainees received examination sheets and medical
checklists.

   "OK, Pledges, here's where any mystery about what's between your legs
stops.  You've already undergone an initial exam, but that was for our
information and you were not actively participating.  Today's different. 
Now it's your turn to conduct the examinations.  You will be examining each
other, and we're not just talking about a quick peek.  I want a full
medical report from each of you about one of your fellow pledges.  Each of
you will conduct a full gynecological exam, and each of you will submit to
a full gynecological exam.  We expect each exam to be conducted thoroughly
and professionally, and the forms complete with the correct medical
vocabulary you've just been taught.  Consider this a real-life test of what
you've learned you so far."

   Lisa felt a tingle of excitement, but her three companions blushed and
cringed at the thought of having to so completely expose themselves to each
other.  Heather turned to Lisa.

   "Pledge Lisa, you're first.  Get up in the chair."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   Lisa climbed into the chair and put her legs in the stirrups, spreading
her legs wide, hanging her bottom over the edge of the table, and
completely exposing herself to the other five women in the room.

   "My assistant Tracy will do a demonstration on Pledge Lisa.  That's to
make sure that none of you can claim you don't know what you're supposed to
do.  I'm warning you now; if you have any modesty about this, you'd better
get over it real fast and do these exams right.  If you don't, your butts
will be spending quality time with the paddle."

   Tracy put on a pair of medical gloves and took her position next to
Lisa. After measuring her pulse and heartbeat, she began by inspecting the
subject's lower abdomen.  She noted Lisa's appendectomy scar in her report,
but added that the subject did not have any other abnormalities.  She made
a two other notations, that the patient seemed to have a normal amount of
pubic hair, but regularly shaved her entire vaginal region.  The last time
she had shaved apparently had been about four days before the exam.  The
other notation that she made was that, from the general appearance of the
patient's genitalia, she was sexually active.

   Lisa's examiner moved to a visual inspection of the soft folds of her
vulva and the opening of her vagina, carefully examining for any problems.
She calmly separated Lisa's labia minora and labia majora to examine the
hymen, urethral opening, and opening to her vagina.  She noted the size of
Lisa's clitoris and the development of her labia minora and majora.  She
made a final notation:

   "Over-all condition of Lisa Campbell's external vaginal region indicates
a high level of sexual activity.  The patient acknowledges daily sexual
contact with a single male partner, as well as less frequent episodes of
self-stimulation via contact between her fingers and her clitoris."

   Heather addressed the other three pledges: "The examiner has completed
the external visual part of the exam.  You noticed that she was not shy
about touching the patient's genitalia to get a good visual.  That is
absolutely necessary.  Any questions?"

   "No, ma'am."

   "Good.  So now you know what I'm expecting on the external pelvic exam.
Now for the internal pelvic exam."

   Heather snapped her fingers at Bernadette and pointed at a bowl of warm
water containing a speculum.  Bernadette nervously passed the bowl and its
scary-looking contents to Tracy, who reached in and took the device.  She
gently inserted it into Lisa and opened it to expose her cervix.  She
shined a light to illuminate that intimate part of the patient, and
instructed each of her witnesses to take a look.

   Heather continued: "The area is examined for ulcerations, cysts,
bleeding, enlargements, or menstrual discharge.  The positioning of the
cervix is also noted.  Now, if we were in a doctor's office, the next step
would be to scrape some sample cells with a swab.  We'll have to skip that
part because we don't have the right lab equipment.  That's the only part
of a standard exam we're skipping, however."

   With that Tracy slowly pulled out the speculum, checking for any
inflammation or other problems.  Heather noted what she was doing and told
the pledges to make sure to pay attention to that detail upon removing the
device.

   Tracy handed the speculum back to Bernadette.  She took off her gloves
and made some notes about the condition of Lisa's cervix and further
evidence of her subject's frequent sexual activity.  Tracy put on a new
pair of medical gloves and lubricated her fingertips.  She inserted two
fingers into Lisa's vagina and with her other hand palpated and pressed
down on her lower abdomen.  Lisa felt some uncomfortable pressure as Tracy
searched for her various organs.

   "OK, now for the fun part."

   Tracy changed gloves yet again, lubricated the fingertips of her right
hand, and inserted a finger up Lisa's bottom and another into her vagina.
Leaving her fingers in place, she turned to her increasingly nervous
spectators:

   "You will complete the bimanual exam by checking the condition of
muscles that separate the vagina and rectum.  With the index finger in the
vagina and the middle finger in the rectum, you can more accurately feel
the posterior surface of the uterus, cervical ligaments, the ovaries, and
the side walls of the pelvis.  You will note the shape of the rectum as you
remove your finger." Tracy pulled out her fingers and held up the one that
had been in Lisa's bottom.  She continued: "Feces that adhere to the gloves
are examined for mucous or blood, because you're also looking for rectal
disorders."

   Bernadette and Cherine cringed as Tracy held the glove close to their
faces.  Yuck!

   Kathleen felt totally different.  Seeing Tracy's finger invade Lisa's
bottom and move about totally excited her.  She wanted so badly to explore
that part of Lisa, but much more, she was anxiously looking forward to
having the same procedure performed on herself.  To be touched in such an
intimate and invasive manner...  the very thought of it made her heart race
and her breathing difficult.

   As Tracy displayed the findings of her rectal exam, Lisa took a deep
breath.  Even for someone as exhibitionistic as herself, this was a bit
much.  However, she knew that her experience was not finished, there was
still much more to come.

   Tracy finished by casually wiping her subject's vulva and anus clean and
making some final notes.  She held up the medical form.

   "Your evaluation forms will be compared to the one that I just did on
Pledge Lisa.  Now I need one of you to step forward to examine her and
another to assist.  If I might make a suggestion, the person doing the
examination should call out her observations to the one assisting, who will
be writing everything down.  If you work together this'll go a lot quicker.
So, who's first?  Who gets the honor of examining Pledge Lisa?"

   Kathleen nervously raised her hand:

   "I'll go...  I'll do it."

   "Excellent.  Who'll be your assistant?"

   "I...  I guess...  Pledge Cherine...  "

   "OK, Pledge Kathleen and Pledge Cherine.  You're up."

   Lisa glanced at Kathleen, who was very nervous.  Kathleen had good
reason to be so nervous, because of her motive for volunteering to go
first. She had not volunteered because she wanted to demonstrate boldness
or to "get it over with".  She had stepped forward because she had become
fascinated with Lisa and badly wanted to touch her.  She really didn't know
exactly what more she wanted from her fellow pledge, but she did know that
she wanted to explore Lisa's body and hopefully be touched in return.  She
couldn't express what she wanted, even to herself in a coherent manner,
because Lisa intimidated her as well as fascinated her.  There were other
issues, including the on-going hurt she felt from the disaster she suffered
two years before as the result of sexually experimenting with a female
classmate.  There was the deep-seated fear of rejection and the knowledge
that Lisa already had a boyfriend.  Kathleen was scared, but at the same
time she was obsessed.  The exam gave her an opportunity to pursue her
vague fantasy without having to risk being rejected.

   Lisa tried to relax, but was not sure how to react to Kathleen's nervous
eyes, trembling hands, and shaky voice.  Lisa wondered if Kathleen had a
crush on her, not realizing that Kathleen's feelings were far more
complicated and undefined than that.  Kathleen wanted something, but she
wasn't sure what.

   Lisa's thoughts turned to the practical concern of getting both herself
and her fellow pledge through the exam without either of them getting into
trouble.  She would need to be as supportive as possible and not do
anything at the moment to upset Kathleen or hurt her feelings.  Whenever
they had a moment alone perhaps there would be an opportunity to figure out
what to do about her companion.  Now the task that mattered was finishing
the exam and avoiding Tracy's paddle.

   Lisa smiled slightly at Kathleen, silently trying to assure her that
everything was OK.

   "Y...  You ready?"

   Lisa nodded.  With that Kathleen began the external examination, asking
Lisa the same questions about her sexual history that Tracy had asked. 
Following Tracy's lead, Kathleen carefully examined Lisa and called out her
observations to Cherine.  However, seeing Lisa's clitoris so vulnerable and
exposed proved too much of a temptation.  Kathleen gently brushed that
tender spot a couple of times, and in doing so began arousing her subject.

   The internal exam went well and relatively quickly.  The big test of
Kathleen's self control would be the bimanual portion of the exam and the
final probing of Lisa's rectum.

   Kathleen's hands and voice trembled as she inserted her fingers into
Lisa's vagina.  She pressed and palpated her subject's lower abdomen and
called out her observations, but her thoughts were on her subject's
clitoris and bottom, not her reproductive system.

   So far Kathleen had not done badly, but Tracy and Heather both knew that
she was struggling to keep calm.  They watched with crossed arms as the
pledge approached the final and most difficult part of her test.  Obviously
with her, shyness was not a problem, but...

   Kathleen's hands trembled as she struggled to change gloves for the
final examination.  Tracy directed Cherine to help the examiner get the
gloves on properly.  Now the moment had come.  Kathleen pressed into Lisa's
vagina and bottom, totally fascinated at the thought of being so deeply
inside her.  Lisa positioned herself as best she could to help her get in.
The pledge gently moved her finger back and forth inside Lisa's bottom,
and, without thinking about what she was doing, gently touched Lisa's
clitoris with her free hand.  She began massaging from both ends as Lisa
closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation...

   It was Tracy who broke the spell.

   "Pledge Kathleen, are you going to finish up or not?  This is not a
love-making session, it's a medical exam."

   Despair swept over both Kathleen and Lisa upon hearing Tracy's voice. 
They looked up to see the impatient officers and the wide-eyed expressions
of their fellow pledges.  Lisa now was sexually aroused, but Kathleen was
desperate with desire.  She gave Tracy a very unpleasant look.  She heaved
a sigh, wiped her subject clean, and took her medical form to finish
filling it out.  Lisa got out of the examination chair, because now it
would be her turn to do the exam.

   Lisa had hoped to examine Kathleen, but it turned out that her companion
was now in trouble.  Tracy ordered Cherine to get into the chair, Lisa to
examine her, and Bernadette to assist.  She pulled out a pair of handcuffs
and told Kathleen to position herself to be cuffed.  Tracy then took her by
the arm and led her out of the room.

   The pledge mistress led her pledge to a small utility room near the
kitchen that had a variety of discipline implements hanging on the wall. 
She selected a leather strap that was about 18 inches long, counting the
handle, and about 2 inches wide.  She held it up in front of the terrified
freshman:

   "Pledge Kathleen, I have only one thing to say to you.  That was a
medical exam, not a groping session.  You need to learn some self-control.
I'd imagine this'll help you calm down."

   Tracy led her unhappy companion to the pool patio.  She unhooked
Kathleen's cuffs and repositioned her hands to re-hook them in front.  She
ordered the pledge to bend over a patio table and extend her hands to the
far end.  She took a plastic packaging strap and attached the cuffs to one
of the table legs.  She ordered Kathleen to spread her legs and turn her
backside up.  Once Kathleen was positioned Tracy gently began rubbing her
bottom.

   "Pledge, I'm about to discipline you, but I want to make sure you
understand why you're being punished."

   "Ma'am...  I'm sorry!  I...  wasn't...  "

   CRACK!

   Tracy struck hard with the strap, laying a pick strip of pure pain right
across the middle of the pledge's bottom-cheeks.  Kathleen screamed and
kicked one of her feet back.

   CRACK!...  CRACK!

   "Let's get something straight, Pledge!  I don't EVER want to hear you
say 'sorry' to me again!  Of course you're sorry, because now your ass is
burning!  I didn't ask you if you were 'sorry'; I asked you if you
understand why you're being punished!"

   "Ahh...  urr...  I...  I...  I was...  like...  uh...  touching Lisa...
"

   CRACK!

   "That's PLEDGE Lisa!  You will refer to your fellow pledges by their
proper title!"

   CRACK!

   "Oww...  hoo...  hoo...  "

   Tracy raised the strap again, ready to strike.

   "You'd better start talking, Pledge!  I got you tied up and I have all
night to spend with you, if I that's what I want!  I'm not going
anywhere... "

   "I...  I...  uh...  I...  wanted to...  you know...  touch Pledge
Lisa... and...  I don't know why...  but...  I wasn't 'sposed to...  you
know like...  not during the medical test...  and not in front of...  I
wasn't 'sposed to, and I knew...  but I couldn't help myself...  "

   CRACK!

   "You couldn't help yourself!  Aww, ain't that so sad!  You just couldn't
help yourself!"

   CRACK!

   "That's the lamest bullshit excuse there is, Pledge!  Unless aliens have
taken over your body, of course you can help yourself!  It's called
self-control, Pledge Kathleen, self control!"

   CRACK!

   "OWW!  Hoo...  hoo...  hoo!"

   CRACK!

   "Let me explain something, Pledge!  Before I sign your membership
certificate, you WILL learn self-control!  There's a proper time for
everything, and you picked the wrong time to play feelies with Pledge Lisa!

   CRACK!

   "If there's anything going on between you and Pledge Lisa, for me that's
not a problem, but it IS a problem if it interferes with an assignment we
have given you!"

   "Yes ma'am."

   CRACK!

   "You need to focus, Pledge!"

   CRACK!

   "Y...  yes...  ma'am...  Oww...  oww...  "

   "You need to remember why you're here!"

   "Yes, ma'am!"

   CRACK!

   "You are here to complete the Four-Beta orientation program!  That's why
you're here!"

   CRACK!

   To complete OUR program, and to follow OUR rules!"

   "Yes, ma'am!"

   CRACK!

   "Get it?"

   "Oww...  ow...  hoo...  hoo...  Yes, ma'am...  "

   CRACK!...  CRACK!...  CRACK!...  CRACK!...  CRACK!...

   Tracy delivered five truly vicious swats to finish disciplining the
pledge.  She then stood back to let her cry it out.  Kathleen, her hands
still cuffed and her body stretched over the tabletop, sobbed pitifully for
nearly 15 minutes.  Finally Tracy left for a moment to put away the strap,
then returned to release Kathleen.  She cut the packaging strap and helped
the crying pledge stand up.  The pledge mistress un-cuffed the pledge's
hands, but only to guide her hands behind her back and re-cuff them. 
Kathleen's punishment was not over.

   Tracy took her charge by the arm and led her back to the sitting room
where the Cherine, with Lisa assisting, was finishing up her examination of
Bernadette.  The three women glanced nervously at Tracy as she led the
teary-eyed Pledge Kathleen to a corner, ordered her to kneel facing the
wall, and blindfolded her.  The pledge made a sad sight, her body heaving
with quiet sobs, her hands behind her back, and her bottom covered with
dark red stripes.

   Tracy and Heather looked over the examination forms while three pledges
knelt before them and the fourth remained kneeling in the corner.  Finally
Heather put three forms in pledge personnel folders.

   "Pledges Lisa, Bernadette, and Cherine; you've passed the practical
exercise of the gynecological portion of your orientation training.  I want
you to take all the used medical equipment to the kitchen and properly
sterilize it according to the manual.  Disposable items go into the red
medical waste bin."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "We will leave the chair in place because Pledge Kathleen will have to
re-do the practical exercise tomorrow morning at 5:00 a.m.  Due to our
unfortunate little incident today, I will serve as the pledge's examination
subject and directly evaluate her.  If she fails the practical a second
time, she will be dismissed from the pledge group."

   Lisa was both shocked and infuriated at the unfairness of Kathleen's
situation.  She had done the exam correctly almost up to the end.  Yes, it
was true that Kathleen was extremely nervous and that she had fondled her
during the final part of the exam, but that was only because Lisa had done
everything possible to encourage her.  She had given her companion plenty
of looks and body language to send the message that "it's OK, you can touch
me", to make her less nervous.  However, her actions, instead of helping
Kathleen, caused her to get into serious trouble.

   Lisa helped Bernadette and Cherine take the medical instruments to the
kitchen and get a large pot of water set up to boil them.  Once the pot was
going, she left the kitchen to find either Heather or Tracy.  She couldn't
find Heather, but finally located Tracy sitting at the computer in the
sorority's office, typing entries into the training log.  She knelt at the
door and knocked.

   "Ma'am, Pledge Lisa requests permission to speak."

   Tracy hit "save" on the computer and turned to face the door.

   "Pledge, this had better be important, because you're supposed to be in
the kitchen."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Alright, so let's hear it."

   "Ma'am, what you're doing to Pledge Kathleen is totally unfair.  She
only touched me like that because I encouraged her."

   "Yes, I could see that.  You were encouraging her."

   "So why'd you just punish her?  How come she got all the blame?"

   "Pledge Lisa, the reason she got the blame was because she was the one
conducting the exam.  That exam was her responsibility.  Part of that
responsibility was that she was supposed to show self-control, and she
didn't.  That failure was what got her punished."

   "But, ma'am, I encouraged her."

   "Yes, you did encourage her, and now that you're here, I'd like to know
why."

   "I...  I just thought it'd make things easier on her if...  you know...
I let her know that...  it's OK...  'cause she was so nervous...  "

   "Pledge, don't bullshit me.  She was touching you, and you were doing
everything you could to get her to touch you.  Both of you were getting off
on it, in front of four witnesses.  So let's hear it.  What's going on
between you two?"

   "I don't know, ma'am.  I...  don't really know...  what's going on... 
but I...  I just don't think it's fair...  that...  "

   "...  that she got punished and you didn't?"

   "Yes, ma'am.  It's just that I feel responsible for what happened,
ma'am. I mean like...  I'm a year older...  and she's kinda na�ve."

   "She's confused, Pledge Lisa.  I'd say she's confused.  I wouldn't say
she's na�ve."

   "But I still feel responsible.  I mean like...  I don't think you oughta
punish her, and threaten to kick her out...  and...  "

   "Pledge, let's have a reality check here.  The rule is; if you don't
pass the initiation tests, then you're out.  It's that simple.  We are
cutting her some slack, because normally you don't get to re-test.  She
came close enough to passing that she's getting a second chance, which is
something we normally don't do."

   "Yes, ma'am, but...  I mean...  "

   "Pledge Lisa, what you need to do is support her and try to get her to
calm down.  She's got a rough half-hour ahead of her tomorrow morning and
she's gonna have to think straight and pay attention to what she's doing.
If you can help her, I'd appreciate it, because to be honest, I don't want
to have to kick her out."

   "Ma'am, I also feel I gotta take responsibility.  It...  uh...  wasn't
all her fault.  She shouldn't be getting all the blame...  "

   Tracy was silent for a minute, as she pondered how best to deal with the
difficult situation between herself and the pledge.  She realized that she
had yet another opportunity to push Lisa's limits and test her resolve to
sacrifice for her three companions.

   "Pledge...  given what's happened to Pledge Kathleen, do you understand
how I'm interpreting what you just said to me?"

   "I...  uh...  yes ma'am."

   "...  and even so, you're still willing to 'take responsibility'?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "You understand that means being punished?"

   "Yes, ma'am.  I understand that."

   Tracy hesitated for a moment, then hit the screensaver button on her
computer.

   "Alright, Pledge.  What you'll need to do is meet me out by the patio
tables.  I'll get the strap."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Since you're volunteering for this punishment, I'm giving you the
choice of being cuffed or holding your own position.  If I don't restrain
you, can you stay bent over?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Then I'll go get the strap.  Meet me outside."

   Lisa sadly walked past the kitchen and her two bewildered companions.

   "Lisa, is everything OK?"

   "Not really."

   She continued out to the patio and stood next to the outdoor tables, as
Cherine and Bernadette watched from the kitchen window.  A moment later
Tracy joined her, carrying the same leather strap had she used on Kathleen.
The two pledges in the kitchen stared in disbelief as Lisa bent over one of
the tables and Tracy positioned herself to administer the punishment. 
Tracy said something to Lisa, and she sadly nodded.  Tracy then tapped the
insides of the pledge's thighs with the strap to force them apart.

   CRACK!...  CRACK!...  CRACK!...  CRACK!...  CRACK!...

   For the second time in less than 48 hours Lisa submitted to a punishment
on behalf of one of the members of her group.  The strokes were as severe
as the ones given to Kathleen; the only indignity that Lisa was spared was
having to answer Tracy's questions while she was being whipped.  As the
blows continued and the burning in her backside mounted, Lisa gritted her
teeth in a desperate effort to stay quiet.  She was determined, no matter
what, not to let either Tracy or her companions watching from the kitchen
see her cry.

   CRACK!...  CRACK!...  CRACK!...  CRACK!...  CRACK!...

   The two naked women in the kitchen flinched in sympathy as the strokes
continued to land on their fellow pledge.  Bernadette commented:

   "God, they're being rough on her."



   Chapter 9 - Lisa's weakness

   Tracy was finished in less than 10 minutes.  She struck hard, but was
not in any mood to prolong the strapping.  Lisa made it through the
punishment without crying, although her expression clearly reflected the
pain of having taken a severe punishment over the bruises left over from
the previous day's paddling.  Her bottom now was in bad shape, covered with
cruel welts and deep red in color.

   Tracy tapped her hard on the shoulder.  "Get up.  Come with me," she
snapped.

   Lisa struggled to push herself up and painfully followed the pledge
mistress past the kitchen and back to the sitting room.  Kathleen was still
kneeling, a solitary and very forlorn figure hunched in the corner.  Her
hands were cuffed behind her back and her eyes still covered by the
blindfold.  It was clear that she had been crying the whole time she was
left alone.

   Tracy took off Kathleen's blindfold and unlocked the handcuffs.  She
helped Kathleen stand up, but then pointed at the floor to let both pledges
know that they needed to kneel so she could talk to them.

   "Pledge Kathleen, I'm cutting your punishment short, because Pledge Lisa
informed me that she was partly to blame for what happened on the exam
table.  I have dealt with her, and except for your re-test, and I consider
the incident resolved."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Pledge Lisa, we need the bathrooms cleaned before you go to bed
tonight. There's an inspection manual sitting on the desk of the office.  I
expect you to use it and make sure the bathrooms comply with what's in
there.  Each bathroom has a cleaning log stored under the sink.  Once
you've cleaned the bathroom, make sure you fill in the time so you won't
get blamed if anyone comes in after you and leaves a mess."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Alright.  I want you two to wait in the pledge room while we have
dinner.  You're still under punishment restriction, so you'll be missing
dinner.  Once we're done, I'll have Pledges Cherine and Bernadette go get
you so you can get started on the bathrooms.  You can use the pledge
showers while you wait.  With the way you two smell right now, I'd take
advantage of that if I were you."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Stand up!"

   Lisa and Kathleen quickly rose to their feet.

   "You are dismissed."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   *****

   Lisa and Kathleen went into the basement while Bernadette and Cherine
took their places at the table with the sophomores.  The two unpunished
pledges felt both very nervous and very guilty that they were enjoying
dinner while their companions were going hungry in the basement, but
fortunately that did not diminish their appetites.  They assumed, quite
rightly, that there would be plenty of evenings they would be going hungry
themselves sitting in the basement following a punishment.

   Kathleen was consumed with guilt over what had happened to Lisa.  As
soon as they made it into the pledge room she began crying and profusely
apologizing.  Lisa responded not by trying to tell Kathleen that she
forgave her or that "everything's OK", but by holding her fellow pledge
while she finished crying.  Lisa knew that what Kathleen needed was not to
be reassured with words, but by being held.

   She led Kathleen to the sofa and sat down.  She took her companion's
hand and drew her into a sitting position next to her.  Kathleen cried into
her shoulder as Lisa held her and comforted her.  Finally, she recovered
enough to speak:

   "I...  I can't do this!  I thought I could, but I can't!  I want out!  I
just can't handle it!  I'm sorry!"

   Lisa didn't say anything, but began stroking Kathleen's short dark hair.
That seemed to calm her down a bit.  She gently brushed away the tears from
her companion's face, which calmed her down even more.  Lisa moved from
brushing away the tears to caressing her cheek, which quieted Kathleen even
more.  Lisa realized that she had discovered something important about her
companion, that she could be soothed and reassured by being touched.

   Kathleen snuggled up to Lisa, seeking an emotional shelter from the
traumatic events of the past three days.  Lisa put her arm around
Kathleen's shoulders and allowed her face to rest against her chest.  She
knew that if she could comfort her fellow pledge long enough without being
interrupted, the crisis would pass.

   Lisa was grateful for the moment of silence, because her own emotions
were in turmoil.  She realized that she had reached an important turning
point in her life, because to keep Kathleen in the pledge group, she would
have to develop a relationship with her and allow her to become emotionally
dependent.  It seemed that only Lisa could provide Kathleen with the
motivation and support that would convince her to stay in.  She would have
to assume the role of Kathleen's mentor and protector.  Ultimately there
would have to be more to the relationship between the two women, but the
question was, how much more?

   Lisa felt an emotional tug towards Kathleen, but was experienced enough
in life to know why.  Both women were frightened, isolated, tired, and
under a lot of emotional stress.  They were totally dependent on the whims
of Tracy and Heather for every detail of their existence, including their
most basic human needs.  They faced three months being cut off from the
outside world.  They had no one to turn to for comfort except each other.
Lisa's need to watch over someone else was as important as Kathleen's need
to seek protection.  Lisa realized she needed Kathleen every bit as much as
Kathleen needed her.

   Lisa knew that another issue was likely to come up between herself and
Kathleen, and that was sex.  It was Kathleen's sexual fascination with Lisa
that got both of them in trouble in the first place, and the sexual issue
was certain to re-surface.  How would she handle that, when the moment
came?

   Lisa decided that Kathleen had calmed down enough for them to shower. 
She squeezed her companion's hand and suggested they get cleaned up, since
the others would be returning shortly and the bathrooms still had to be
cleaned.  Kathleen did not resist.  She quietly followed Lisa to the shower
stalls.

   The two women began soaping themselves, but Kathleen was sending
non-verbal signals that she wanted her companion to soap her back.  Lisa
didn't see the harm in that.  She agreed to gently soap Kathleen's entire
back, including her welt-covered bottom.  As Lisa's hands gently circled
soap over her companion's tender backside, Kathleen put her hands on the
wall and arched her back.  She wanted more.  She wanted Lisa to touch her,
to run her fingers over the most sensitive area of her body.  She wanted to
feel Lisa's finger to massage and then press into her bottom-hole.  If Lisa
only would do that...

   Lisa did go much further than she originally intended.  She soaped the
most intimate part of Kathleen, thoroughly cleaning her vagina and
bottom-hole.  Kathleen gasped with delight, something that Lisa found very
erotic.  The pull now was much stronger, not only was Kathleen falling in
love with Lisa, but also Lisa was becoming increasingly attracted to
Kathleen.  She realized how much she enjoyed touching and caressing her...

   No...  no, this can't be happening.  You've go to stop it, now.  You
can't do this to her!  The small voice of restraint, that voice of reason
and morality, resonated in Lisa's thoughts.  You've got to stop this, now!

   Lisa backed away, only to have her companion embrace her.  Kathleen put
her face to Lisa's chest and held her tight.  That embrace, along with the
sensation of Kathleen's skin in contact with her own, buried Lisa's doubts.
She realized just how good it felt to hold her.  It was too late for that
voice of reason to intervene in Lisa's life.  Just three days after meeting
her, she had fallen into a relationship with Kathleen.

   Lisa's heart pounded as Kathleen pulled her head off her chest.  She
looked at Lisa with a very intense expression.  Her eyes glistened with
desire and her mouth was slightly open.  Lisa knew that the moment had
come. They now were lovers.  All they need now was to exchange their first
kiss.  Kathleen closed her eyes and leaned forward...

   The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs alerted the two women that
their interlude of solitude had ended.  They rapidly separated and moved to
their respective showers.

   Bernadette and Cherine entered the room, quite surprised to see their
fellow pledges still showering.  The expressions on the faces of the
shower's occupants gave them away.  Kathleen was clearly distressed at the
interruption, while Lisa's face reflected a combination of embarrassment,
disappointment, and relief.  Bernadette gave Lisa a very suspicious look:
what's going on here?  Why aren't you two cleaned up yet?  Even Cherine,
the most inexperienced member of the pledge group, realized that something
was not right.

   Lisa pulled herself out of her confused mood and finished rinsing off.
She ignored Bernadette's suspicious glances as she prepared to confront the
next issue of the day, the bathrooms.  She reached for the inspection
manual and organized her companions by task.  Lisa would clean the toilets
and perform the final inspection check, Bernadette would clean the sinks
and wipe down the floors, Kathleen was responsible for bathtubs and
showers, and Cherine was in charge of removing trash and dirty linens.

   "If any of you doesn't like what they're doing, I'm willing to switch
with you."

   No one volunteered, given that Lisa already had taken the least pleasant
task, the toilets, for herself.

   The pledges went through their duty very quickly.  They worked on two
bathrooms at a time, Kathleen and Bernadette going first, and then Lisa and
Cherine finishing up.  They were completely finished within an hour.  Lisa
inspected each bathroom, signed the cleaning log, and moved on.  She
realized that Tracy's comment "make sure you fill in the time so you won't
get blamed if anyone comes in after you and leaves a mess," meant that the
bathroom clean up was a standard chore and not a hazing task.

   Just to be safe, Lisa directed her companions to get ready for bed while
she looked for Tracy.  Finally she found her in the sorority library,
sitting in an armchair as she read a psychology journal and took notes. 
Lisa realized how focused a student Tracy truly must be, given that she was
working on her major even during the weeks between the spring and summer
semesters.

   She knelt at the door and knocked.

   "Ma'am, Pledge Lisa requests permission to speak."

   "Go ahead Pledge Lisa."

   "The bathrooms have been cleaned ma'am."

   "That fast?  Are you sure they're in compliance with the inspection
manual?"

   "I checked each one myself, ma'am.  If they're not in compliance it'd be
because I overlooked something."

   "Alright, let's have a look."

   Lisa followed Tracy through two of the bathrooms.  She straightened a
few of the towels, but otherwise found nothing wrong.

   "OK, Pledge Lisa.  This'll work.  You're dismissed for the night."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   Lisa suddenly remembered Ruth Burnside's request to have the chapter
president call her to work out an arrangement that would allow Lisa to
continue pledging but not interfere with her duties with the Economics
Department.  She knelt to address Tracy again.

   "Ma'am, Pledge Lisa requests permission to speak."

   "Yes, Pledge Lisa?"

   She told the pledge mistress about her contract with Ruth Burnside and
explained that President Alexandra needed to call the professor to work out
the details concerning how they would split up Lisa's time.  Tracy told
Lisa to follow her back to the office, and typed out an e-mail addressed to
both President Alexandra and Ruth Burnside concerning the need for them to
talk about Pledge Lisa's dual commitment.  She asked Lisa for Burnside's
contact information to put in the e-mail, and also included President
Alexandra's information.

   "There.  Now it's all in writing, addressed to both of them, so there
won't be any confusion about what they're supposed to do."

   "Thank you, ma'am."

   Lisa decided to bring up another issue, before things between her and
Kathleen went any further and they got in trouble.  She knew that pledges
were strictly prohibited from having relationships with full members of
either the sorority or the fraternity, but the rules did not say anything
about relationships with other pledges.  She asked, just for the purposes
of clarification for her group, what the rule was concerning sexual contact
between pledges.

   Tracy gave Lisa an impatient look.

   "Pledge, don't bullshit me.  You're not curious about that rule for your
group.  What you want to know is if you'll get in trouble if you do
anything with Pledge Kathleen.  That's what this is all about, isn't it?"

   Lisa took a very deep breath.  "Yes, ma'am."

   "That depends on how you handle it.  We encourage pledges to experiment
with their sexuality within the guidelines of our program, so there's not a
problem if you have a relationship with Pledge Kathleen.  If you end up
doing anything with her, you'll need to be discreet about it.  We don't
want you flaunting it around the sorority.  No kissing in public areas, no
handholding, no making the rest of us listen to sweet talk, that sort of
thing.  The privacy rule's not just for you; it's for everyone.  There's a
lot of relationships among us and between us and the Tri-Alphas, but we
respect each other and keep it quiet.  If you can keep whatever you do with
Pledge Kathleen to yourselves, then I have no problem with you spending
some of your time together.  The moment it interferes with your behavior in
public or your pledge duties, then I will have a problem."

   "Thank you ma'am."

   "Now, there's another issue, and only you can answer it.  You need to
think about your reason for wanting a relationship with Pledge Kathleen. 
Is it because she's truly the love of your life, or is it because you two
are thrown together in a very difficult situation and need each other's
support?"

   "I...  I don't know, ma'am...  I mean like...  I've only known her three
days...  "

   "Exactly.  Three days.  You've known her three days.  You'd better give
that some thought."

   "But...  she really needs me...  I mean, tonight she was just gonna
quit, and...  I sort of...  you know like, held her...  I mean...  "

   Lisa took a deep breath and blurted out; "this pledging, and the way
you're treating us, it's a lot harder than we thought it was going to be...
"

   "Well, it's gonna get even harder, because it's my job to push you to
your limits.  Don't think I'm gonna let up on you guys, because I'm not. 
The sorority believes that to join us you have to completely know yourself,
and to completely know yourself you've got to know how you're gonna react
under a lot of hardship and stress.  Even with you, after just three days
I've noticed some changes in your character because I've been so rough on
you.  I'm starting to think that you've already found out things about
yourself that you didn't know."

   "Yes, ma'am.  That's true."

   "And that includes what you want from your relationships?"

   "Yes, ma'am, or, like...  now I'm confused.  Three days ago I thought I
knew what I wanted.  Now I don't have any idea.  I don't know.  I 'spose
when I see Ken again I'll straighten it all out."

   Tracy became pensive upon hearing Ken's name.  It was apparent that she
knew something important, but was not sure whether to disclose it.

   "Pledge Lisa, about your boyfriend...  I got a question for you.  How
well do you think you know Ken?"

   Lisa was surprised by the sudden turn of the conversation.  What did
"knowing Ken" have to do with her pledging responsibilities?

   "I'm pretty sure I know him just fine.  I mean, we've spent a lot of
time together and we've experimented a lot, and...  "

   "So you're pretty certain that he wouldn't hit you with any surprises?
That maybe there's something he's been keeping from you?"

   "Ma'am, what do you know about him?"

   "Pledge, his end of it is confidential.  The only thing that I can tell
you is that we're here to discover the truth about ourselves and about each
other.  Next week Ken will start the same process of self-discovery when he
pledges with the Triple A's that you're undergoing with us."

   "But, ma'am, is there something about him I need to know?  I mean, have
you read his pledge packet?"

   "Yes."

   "Then what is it?  What...  "

   "Pledge, I'm not going to talk about someone else's life.  You'll find
out soon enough.  The only thing that I'm worried about is how it might
affect you.  I'm just asking you to keep an open mind."

   "But what...  "

   "PLEDGE, STAND UP!"

   Lisa immediately rose to her feet.

   "You are dismissed, Pledge.  Make sure Pledge Kathleen is ready to
re-test at 5:00.  Get the others up at 5:30.  I expect you to have your
area cleaned and be lined up next to the pool at 6:00.  Tomorrow's lower
body and aerobic PT day.  It's gonna be quite hot, yet again, so we'll need
to exercise as early as possible."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Goodnight, Pledge."

   "Goodnight, ma'am."

   *****

   Lisa left the meeting feeling as though she had been hit in the chest.
Tracy's words "maybe there's something he's been keeping from you" echoed
over and over in her mind.  As best she could within her oath not to
divulge information about another pledge, the pledge mistress was trying to
warn her not to count on Ken.  It was obvious he had written something in
his pledge packet that had alerted Tracy that his sexual ambitions extended
beyond continuing his relationship with Lisa.

   Unfortunately, Lisa suspected she knew what the problem was.  During
their first few weeks as friends back in September, Ken had confessed that
occasionally he felt attracted to guys as well as to women.  In other
words, he openly admitted to being bisexual.  Cecilia Sanchez later
confided something else to Lisa back in November, that she had noticed Ken
looking longingly at her boyfriend Jason a couple of times.  Cecilia had
been tempted to say something and tell Ken to stay away from Jason, but
held her tongue and later was glad she did.

   As their relationship developed, Lisa had assumed that Ken was not
really bisexual, but instead simply a masochist.  All he needed was the
right woman to dominate him, and he would be happy.  Now she had to deal
with the shock of being wrong, that her lover of six months was not really
who she thought he was.  Yes, he was indeed a masochist, but apparently his
bisexuality was something he was planning to explore upon joining the
fraternity.

   Lisa was infuriated, not so much at Ken's situation, but at the fact
that he had not had the decency to tell her about his sexual doubts and
upcoming plans.  She had to hear about it from a third person, from her
pledge mistress.  Lisa tightened her lips, because at that moment she took
it for granted that her relationship with Ken had ended.  You want to fuck
other guys, asshole?  That's fine with me.  You want to come back to me
afterwards?  I don't think so.  You can go to hell.

   Lisa was deeply hurt, but refused to admit that to herself.  She covered
her emotional pain with anger and scorn.  Cecilia had warned Lisa that she
thought Ken was an idiot, that he was weak-willed, and that he had no
character.  It turned out that Cecilia was right about him, just like it
seemed she had been right about a bunch of other things.  Well, chalk up
another one for Cecilia, thought Lisa to herself.

   Lisa's thoughts returned to her own situation.  At that moment she could
not see the irony of her feelings towards Kathleen.  In her mind she
excoriated Ken for wanting to explore his desire to experiment with other
guys, and yet here she was, wanting to do the exact same thing with another
female.  Unlike Ken, Lisa was not even willing to admit she might be
bisexual.  She hated that word and associated it with hypocrisy.  Instead
she saw herself as a straight woman who just happened to be attracted to
someone of the same sex due to the circumstances of a unique friendship.

   Lisa returned to the basement to find the other pledges asleep.  The
room was dimly lit with a single nightlight, so she could make out the bare
figures of her companions as they lay on top of bedrolls on their cots. 
Bernadette had the presence of mind to close the air conditioning vent, so
the room was warmer than the rest of the sorority.  The warm air allowed
the pledges to be relatively comfortable in spite of being forced to sleep
naked with no covers.

   Lisa glanced around the room.  It seemed that Bernadette and Cherine
were asleep, judging by the sound of their breathing.  Lisa was not
surprised to see that Kathleen was not asleep.  Kathleen got up on her
elbow.  Lisa squeezed her hand.

   "You OK?"

   "Yeah, I guess.  I'm just kinda scared about tomorrow."

   "It's no big deal.  You've already done most of it, and you came very
close to passing.  All you gotta do is just stay calm."

   Lisa put her hand on Kathleen's cheek.  She knew that Kathleen would do
fine, as long she was properly motivated.

   "I'm counting on you.  You gotta do it, because if you don't, I don't
see how I'm gonna get through the summer without you."

   "You mean that?"

   "Of course I mean that, silly."

   Lisa leaned forward to kiss Kathleen goodnight.  At first she just
wanted to give her a good night peck, but Kathleen buried her mouth into
Lisa's and kissed hard.  Lisa did not resist.  Instead she found the
experience very interesting, exchanging kisses with another woman for the
first time in her life.  Anyhow, now it was done.  The two women had
exchanged their first kiss, the kiss that committed each to the other as a
lover.

   Kathleen would have wanted to continue, but Lisa touched her finger to
her companion's lips.

   "Get some sleep.  I want you to get a good night's sleep so you can get
through tomorrow.  I'll have a big kiss for you when you're done."

   Kathleen smiled in the darkness and lay back down.  Lisa squeezed her
hand one last time and left her to set her alarm for 4:45 a.m.  and unroll
her own sleeping mat.  She covered the mat with a dorm sheet and laid out a
pillow.  Like the others, she would have to sleep completely uncovered.

   *****

   Lisa was soundly asleep when her alarm went off.  She groaned and forced
herself to get up.  She checked the time, hoping that she had set the alarm
wrong and that it couldn't possibly be 4:45.  No such luck.  Sure enough,
it was 4:45.  Time to get Kathleen up.

   Lisa was too tired to feel much of the tenderness towards her companion
that she had felt just a few hours before.  She shook the freshman awake
and told her to get in the shower.  Kathleen was equally groggy, something
Lisa had anticipated.  Hopefully the shower would make her alert enough to
face her upcoming exam.

   Kathleen seemed to wake up once the water hit her.  Lisa handed her a
towel and told her to dry off.  She checked the time.  4:58 a.m.  Time to
get upstairs.

   The two pledges entered the sitting room and promptly fell to their
knees.  Tracy and Heather entered the room and took their positions next to
the examination chair.  Because Heather was to be the examination subject,
she was completely naked.  Tracy was dressed in the Four-Beta running
uniform and a white doctor's robe.  She was carrying two clipboards, one
for herself and one for Kathleen.

   As Heather climbed onto the table and positioned her legs in the
stirrups, Tracy repeated the instructions from the pervious day concerning
what was expected of the person performing the exam.  As before, she stated
that it would be best to have the examiner call out her observations to an
assistant.  She asked Kathleen if she had someone to help her, and she
responded that Pledge Lisa would be the one taking notes.

   Lisa was relieved that Heather and Tracy mentioned nothing about the
mishap the day before.  They behaved as though the test was Kathleen's
first try, not her last chance.  Their calm attitude put the pledge at ease
somewhat, as did the reassuring presence of Lisa.

   Kathleen managed to concentrate by breaking the exam down into its
individual tasks.  The most difficult part was asking Heather about her
sexual history and current sexual activities.  Lisa found Heather's answers
very interesting.  It turned out that she had two current male partners and
one female partner, that she had a total of sexual 17 partners in her past,
and that with one of her current male partners she occasionally engaged in
anal intercourse.  Wow!  And to think that she had given Lisa the
impression that she was so cold and straight-laced.  Kathleen seemed
equally taken aback by Heather's openness, but to see the Sergeant-at-Arms
as a sexually active college student instead of a sterile sorority officer
seemed to put her at ease to some extent.

   The rest of the exam went flawlessly.  Lisa checked off the tasks one by
one and wrote down Kathleen's observations.  Even the final part of the
exam, in which Kathleen had to push her finger up Heather's bottom, went
well.  Kathleen held up her soiled index finger to check for rectal
disorders, but found nothing.  She cleaned off her subject and the exam
ended.

   Kathleen signed the examination form, added a few comments in her own
handwriting, and handed it to Tracy.  Both pledges knelt while Tracy looked
over the form.

   "Pledges!  Stand up!"

   Lisa and Kathleen immediately rose to their feet.

   "Congratulations, Pledge Kathleen, you've passed.  Now was that really
so hard?"

   "No ma'am!"

   Tracy looked approvingly, not at Kathleen, but at Lisa.  Once again, she
was testing Lisa even more than she was testing Kathleen.  Once again, it
was Lisa who had led a fellow pledge through a difficult personal crisis.
Her face was totally exhausted because she had been the last member of the
group to go to sleep and the first one to get up.  She was sacrificing her
own comfort for the sake of the others, which in Tracy's mind was an
important indication of a person's worthiness as a leader.

   "Alright!  Get the others up!  It's lower-body PT day, and you know what
that means?  Running!"

   A half an hour later the four naked pledges joined the sorority's 14
sophomores in formation next to the pool.  Like the pledges, the sophomores
were naked, but each one had running shoes and a folded uniform next to her
exercise mat.  An equally naked President Alexandra led the 18 women as
they performed a long series of stretches and low-impact leg exercises.  By
the time they finished warming up it already was 7:00 a.m.  The women put
on their running uniforms and stood at attention, ready to move out.

   Lisa and her companions wondered if they would have to go running
outside with nothing on, but one of President Alexandra's male assistants
came out carrying four summer pledge jogging uniforms.  The pledges quickly
put them on.  When they looked at each other they wondered if it might have
been less embarrassing to go out naked.  Each shirt read:

   PLEDGE

   This pledge is the property of the Four-Beta Sorority. If found
unescorted, please return to rightful owner.

   As for the shorts, there was a large red "B" on each side of the bottom.

   Everyone on campus knew why those "B's" were red.



   Chapter 10 - An evening with Pledge Kathleen

   The 19 women, with President Alexandra setting the pace and calling
cadence, ran in towards the university in military formation.  She sang in
a manner very familiar to anyone who had ever undergone military training,
with her 18 followers clapping and chanting after her:

   "Left...  right...  left-right-left!"

   "Left...  right...  left-right-left!"

   "Runnin' that mornin' Four-Beta left!"

   "Runnin' that mornin' Four-Beta left!"

   "Left...  right...  left-right-left!"

   "Left...  right...  left-right-left!"

   "Runnin' that mornin' Four-Beta left!"

   "Runnin' that mornin' Four-Beta left!"

   "I don't wanna be no drunken fat-bitch!"

   "I don't wanna be no drunken fat-bitch!"

   "I don't wanna party 'till I puck!"

   "I don't wanna party 'till I puck!"

   "Drunk...  Drunk...  Drunk-Drunk-Drunk-Drunk!"

   "Drunk...  Drunk...  Drunk-Drunk-Drunk-Drunk!"

   "Sick, pathetic, disgusting drunk!"

   "Sick, pathetic, disgusting drunk!...  "

   As Lisa sang with the others, she wasn't sure what to make of the run.
She remembered occasionally hearing the Four-Betas running and chanting the
previous fall, and now here she was, doing it herself.  It was obvious that
in every detail, especially exercising, the Four-Betas took themselves very
seriously.  She thought the military-style chanting was a bit much, but
knew that the Four Betas saw themselves as distinct and far superior to the
other sororities.

   The Four-Betas' loathing of the campus drinking culture came out quite
clearly in their daily run, and in part they were singing to taunt the
members of the other sororities.  The other sororities, in turn, referred
to the Four-Betas as "the sex bitches".  In every way possible the
Four-Betas tried to set themselves apart, and the military exercising was
only one part of how the sorority members saw themselves, their group, and
their place in the university.

   The women continued their trek through the old part of the university
towards the stadium.  They ran through an open gate and made four circles
around the track.  Then, Alexandra separated the pledges from the other
members and ordered the newcomers onto the field to stretch.  The
sophomores began running up and down the stairs of the bleachers, but the
president knew that the pledges were not properly conditioned and having
them run on the stairs was still several weeks away.

   Cherine and Bernadette looked up with dismay as their sweaty companions
wore themselves out running up and down the bleachers.  How on earth would
they ever become fit enough to be able to do that?  Lisa and Kathleen, on
the other hand, looked at the running women with envy, eagerly awaiting the
day they would be strong enough to keep up with the sophomores.

   *****

   The women ran back to the sorority, having put in two full miles plus
the stair training for the sophomores.  They were drenched in sweat as they
approached the sorority and finally slowed to a walk.  They filed into the
back yard, stripped off their wet uniforms, and finished with a round of
stretching.  Afterwards they took turns rinsing off at the patio shower and
jumped into the pool.  The pledges joined the others, since the water
helped relax everyone's legs after the run.

   Tracy showed up, already cleaned up and dressed for the day.

   "Pledges, out of the pool!  Let's move it!"

   The pledges quickly scrambled out of the water and knelt in line.

   "Roll up these mats and pick up the uniforms!  Put the clothes in the
wash and clean up for breakfast!"

   "Yes, ma'am!"

   The pledges quickly rolled up the mats and picked up 19 sweaty uniforms.
The only items they left in place were the running shoes, which would be
retrieved by the owners.  Once the uniforms were in the washer and they had
showered off, the pledges knelt in the sitting room waiting for permission
to eat.  Lisa and Kathleen in particular were famished, given that they had
not eaten since lunchtime the day before.  Tracy came to the door and
ordered the pledges to the table on the back porch, once again landing a
hard slap on the bare bottom of each as she went by.  Apparently she
enjoyed doing that, because every time the pledges filed past her each one
always got a slap on the bottom.

   Following breakfast, the pledges knelt in the sitting room for yet
another day of orientation.  The first order of business was issuing full
sets of summer pledge uniforms.  Each newcomer received a backpack, three
additional pairs of shorts, three t-shirts, four pairs of socks, and two
sports bras.  The shirts all were printed with the same message:

   PLEDGE

   This pledge is the property of the Four-Beta Sorority. If found
unescorted, please return to rightful owner.

   Tracy explained the rules about the clothing.  She emphasized that,
while the pledges had to be completely undressed whenever they were in the
sorority house, the nudity rule unfortunately could not be enforced when
they went out.  Given that each pledge would be starting summer classes at
the beginning of June, it was necessary that they be issued clothing to
wear while on campus.

   The rules concerning the clothing were:

   - The uniform for class consisted of running shoes, shorts and a
t-shirt. No underwear of any type, nor any other article of clothing, was
permitted with the class uniform.  For running the uniforms consisted of
shoes, socks, shorts, a sports bra, and the t-shirt.  Tampons would be
issued to each pledge whenever she had her period to avoid the necessity of
wearing panties.

   - No jewelry, watches, make-up, perfume, fingernail polish, or deodorant
were permitted.  Hair could be secured, but only with non-decorative hair
clips.

   - The shirts had to be tucked in.  All lettering on the shirts and
shorts had to be fully visible at all times.  For example, the backpacks
had to be carried and not worn, and books could not be held in front of a
pledge's chest.

   - Uniforms had to be kept spotless.  Any spill would require an
immediate trip to the sorority house to change.  The uniform could only be
worn once before it needed to be washed.

   - Upon entering the sorority house, the pledges were required to undress
immediately.  If a pledge anticipated going back out later in the day, she
was to neatly hang her uniform in the closet nearest the front door.  If
she was finished with the day's classes, she needed to take her shoes
downstairs and put the dirty uniform in the washer.

   - The only items a pledge could carry with her on campus were the
following: textbooks, writing materials, a small bottle of drinking water,
and a wallet containing the pledge's student ID, library card, and sorority
ID.  The permitted items had to be neatly stored in the backpack and were
subject to inspection.  All other items, especially cash and cell phones,
were strictly prohibited.

   - While on campus, each pledge was required to keep a set of handcuffs
and a blindfold in the right front pocket of her shorts.  The handcuffs had
to be stored neatly folded in the blindfold.  Apart from the cuffs and
blindfold, pledges were not permitted to carry any other items in the
pockets of their shorts.

   The pledges took their new outfits to the pledge room and put them on
hangers in their lockers.  For the first time since entering the sorority
the pledges were allowed to access their lockers, but only for a few brief
moments while they put their new uniforms away.  Tracy passed out the
handcuffs and blindfolds that would be part of their uniforms, but for the
time being those items also went into the lockers.

   *****

   The fourth full day at the Four-Beta Sorority was a busy one, but
fortunately it started out uneventful.  The pledges spent the morning
washing linens, doing yard work, and cleaning the back windows.  There was
lunch, and then a class given by Heather titled "personal finance for
college students." Heather's lecture taught the pledges how to avoid
various financial scams, how to maintain a checking account, and how to
prevent credit card debt.  There was a test and practical exam on the
material, a yoga break in the hot afternoon sun, fifteen minutes of
rigorous swimming in the pool, and a shower on the patio.  The pledges
lined up on the patio to go back inside.  Tracy stood at the door and yet
again landed a hard slap on the bare bottom of each pledge as she passed
by.

   The pledges had a surprise waiting for them as they re-entered the
sitting room.  The Tri-Alpha vice-president and President Alexandra's two
shower attendants were standing quietly next to two medical examination
tables.  All three men were naked and the two shower attendants were
blindfolded.  Their hands had not been restrained, because they were not
being punished.  Instead Alexandra's assistants were to serve as
examination subjects for the late afternoon class, which was titled "Male
sexuality and the male reproductive system." Heather explained the reason
why they were blindfolded was to encourage the pledges to concentrate on
their bodies, and not worry about any emotional interaction.

   The pledges knelt and the class began.  While Heather spoke about male
anatomy, Tracy used a large flipchart to show her students various medical
diagrams.  The pledges frantically wrote down technical terms and
vocabulary, which they knew would be needed for the upcoming examination
and practical exercise.

   Heather went over various male medical conditions and what to look for
when checking for signs of venereal disease.  As she put it:

   "Whatever's in his penis is going into your vagina.  Don't be shy about
taking a good look and asking questions before he sticks it in, because
whatever gets deposited is going to stay inside you.  A careful look and a
couple of questions could end up saving your life."

   Upon concluding, Heather took some questions from Lisa and Bernadette
who wanted to clarify some of the vocabulary.  Then Tracy and Heather asked
the Tri-Alpha vice president to hop up on one of the examination tables. 
Even though he was an officer and had a higher position in the Fraternity
than did either Heather or Tracy in their sorority, he complied.  Lisa
watched with fascination, because she had never seen a naked black guy up
close before.  Cherine also watched intently, because Lisa had mentioned
that he was interested in her.

   Tracy ordered the pledges to stand and move closer to the table for a
better view.  She took notes while Heather checked the subject's body.  She
seemed to touch him quite intimately, which led Lisa to wonder if he might
be one of her two current male lovers.  A range of issues popped up in her
mind, because if this guy was more interested in Cherine than in the
Four-Beta Sergeant-at-Arms, would there be a problem between the two women?

   Lisa pushed that thought aside and concentrated on what Heather was
doing.  She checked the overall condition of his penis and gently
manipulated his testicles to check for lumps.  She asked him about his
sexual history, to which he responded that he had three current female
lovers.  He had three former female lovers.  He also had engaged in sexual
contact with one male partner in the past, but currently had no male
lovers.

   Heather ordered the male patient to turn around so she could perform a
rectal exam on him.  She sensuously caressed his round bottom, pointing out
that it was fuller than the bottom of a typical white guy.

   As Heather caressed and patted the vice-president's bottom and fondled
his genitals, Lisa glanced over at Cherine.  Her companion's expression had
completely changed.  She was struggling to control her breathing and her
mouth was open.  Her posture was different and her face was getting damp
with perspiration.  However, the change that Lisa noticed the most was in
Cherine's eyes, which were wide open and shining with envy and desire.  In
fact, Lisa thought she could smell...

   Heather also noticed Cherine's expression.

   "Pledge Cherine."

   "Y...  yes...  ma'am."

   "Please come over here and verify this patient's physical condition. 
Carefully examine his buttocks.  If you touch him you will notice that this
particular subject will become sexually aroused if his bottom is
stimulated."

   Cherine nervously obeyed, as she ran her hand over the young man's dark
bottom.  She touched shyly at first, but quickly became bolder as the feel
of his bare skin took hold of her imagination and desires.  She ran her
palm over both sides, and curiously ran her fingertips down the middle. 
Heather continued:

   "Now I want you to take a look at this Vice-President Jacob's genitalia.
You will notice that he is in a state of arousal, which means his penis is
becoming erect and his testicles no longer are hanging loosely.  Good.  Now
lightly, very lightly, run your fingertips over the testicles and see what
happens."

   Once again, Cherine did as she was told.  She ran her trembling
fingertips over her future lover's testicles.  Following Heather's
instructions she traced the tip of his penis with her fingertips as the
instructor explained that increased blood flow is what causes an erection.
The effect was immediate, the Jacob's penis became fully erect and started
bobbing up and down slightly.

   "You can see that not only the shaft of the penis, but also these
surrounding blood vessels, are really swollen.  Pledge Cherine, touch your
fingertip to the end and tell me what's going on."

   "Th...  there's this...  kinda clear...  sticky stuff...  "

   "That's called pre-cum.  Its purpose is to aid the penis as it makes
it's way into a woman's vagina...  or...  wherever else it needs to go."

   Heather continued.

   "Alright, now, for the purposes of instruction, we gotta do something
that's kind of a shame.  I hate to waste a good hard-on, but you need to
watch the ejaculation process from beginning to end."

   Tracy handed Heather a wide beaker, which she positioned close enough to
catch the sperm, but not too close to block the view of Cherine and the
other three pledges.

   Pledge Cherine, I want you to massage the patient's genitalia.  If I
were you, I'd run my fingers through his pubic hair and work your way
towards the shaft.  If you don't get him to ejaculate right away, try
teasing his testicles and then go back to massaging the 'main attraction'."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   Cherine did as she was told, while Heather held the beaker with one hand
and massaged his bottom with the other.  He gasped and groaned.  Very
quickly his penis jerked harder and jets of white sperm began shooting into
the beaker.

   "Good job, Pledge.  Now, continue stroking until sperm quits coming out
and the penis softens."

   "Y...  yes...  ma'am."

   Cherine continued stroking for another couple of minutes until the penis
softened and she was sure no more sperm was coming out.

   "OK, now all of you, take a good look at VP Jacob's testicles.  Very
different now that he's emptied out, much softer.  You'll notice the
blood's now out of his organs, and everything is back to normal."

   With that she gave Jacob a final pat on the bottom and gently squeezed
his penis.

   "Pledge Cherine!"

   "Yes ma'am!"

   "You look like that excited you!  You smell like it too."

   "I...  I mean I never before...  you know like...  "

   "No problem, pledge.  This is a learning experience.  But we'll need to
get you to concentrate for the rest of this practical exercise, so we gotta
get you calmed down.  Get up on the table, and our three guests will take
care of you."

   Cherine got up on one of the examination tables.  She was very nervous,
but also very excited.  In just four days she had changed, because just
four days before she never would have jumped up on a medical table knowing
that three men were about to give her an orgasm.  She complied, because the
orgasm she was about to receive was something she knew that she desperately
needed.

   "This'll get rid of your stress.  Just relax and let things happen."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   Vice-President Jacob wrapped a blindfold around Cherine's face and
gently tied it.  He guided her on her back and checked to make sure she was
settled on the table.  Next he called out to the other two men:

   "Attendants!  Remove your blindfolds and prepare to assist me!"

   "Yes, sir!"

   The attendants went to work massaging Cherine, starting with her
shoulders, upper arms, and breasts.  Jacob gently massaged her stomach,
slowly working his way to her pelvis.  The two attendants then moved to
Cherine's legs, massaging her inner thighs while Jacob began closing in on
her vagina.

   Cherine's body responded immediately.  The attendants expertly worked
together to stimulate the sensitive skin on her legs, while Jacob teased
her labia and made her wet with desire.  Finally he began teasing her
clitoris, driving her insane with lust and sexual pleasure.  He was quite
good, because the physical sensations he imposed on Cherine totally blocked
out her awareness of anything else going on around her.  Her three
companions watched wide-eyed while Heather and Tracy observed with quiet,
but pleased expressions.

   Cherine was gasping with desperation when Jacob finally gave her the
reward.  A delicious orgasm swept over her as she lewdly moved on the table
and thrust up her body in total surrender.  She was covered in sweat and
reeked more than ever, but at that moment she could not have been happier.
Lisa and Bernadette looked at their companion with envy.  Kathleen was
envious as well, but her fantasy was different.  In her mind she was the
one on the table, but it was not those three guys who were massaging her,
but instead Lisa.

   Cherine came out of her spell completely relaxed and worn out.  When
Jacob took off her blindfold she looked up at him with complete gratitude.
Now Cherine, a mere pledge, had formed a bond with Jacob, the
Vice-President of the Tri-Alphas.  They both knew that their relationship
could go no further until she finished pledging, but now she had a real
motive to continue.  Jacob would be waiting for her once she completed her
three months of hazing purgatory.

   Meanwhile, Lisa wondered about Heather.  The Four-Beta officer clearly
had a relationship of some type with Vice-President Jacob, and yet at that
moment she was offering him to Cherine.  Why on earth would she do that? 
Did she not care about him, or had they tired of their relationship?

   Anyhow, whatever Heather's motives, now it was obvious that the shyest
member of the pledge group was committed to staying in.  She had a very
strong incentive, the promise of a relationship with someone she clearly
found desirable.

   *****

   The practical exercise continued with President Alexandra's two
attendants.  Jacob put their blindfolds back on and ordered them up on the
examination tables.  The exercise consisted of a standard genital
examination, questioning each subject about his sexual history, and finally
a rectal exam.  The rectal exams would involve stimulating the prostate, a
forced erection, and finally a forced orgasm, or "milking" as Heather put
it.  Because Cherine had masturbated Jacob and Lisa already had plenty of
experience with Ken, the responsibility of "milking" fell on Bernadette and
Kathleen.

   Tracy ordered Lisa to assist Bernadette and Cherine to assist Kathleen.
The two main examiners took their places and began touching their subjects'
penises and calling out observations.  Lisa was very interested to hear
that both young men currently only had a single sex partner, President
Alexandra.  Apparently that was a privilege of being sorority president,
having two lovers to herself.

   Bernadette and Kathleen continued to call out observations to their
assistants as the two young men stood up and placed their hands on the
table for the final part of the exam.  They spread their legs and stuck
their bottoms out, waiting to be entered and stimulated.  As she watched,
Lisa was amazed at how compliant they were, as they quietly submitted to
whatever they were instructed to do.

   While Bernadette changed her medical gloves, Lisa began massaging the
bottom of her examination subject.  She nodded to Cherine to let her know
that she should do the same to Kathleen's examination subject.  Two women
massaged the bare bottoms of two blindfolded men, while the other two women
finished putting on their gloves and lubed their index fingers.

   Tracy ordered Cherine and Bernadette to place their index fingers
against their subjects' sphincters and "prepare to go in".  She held up a
medical diagram of a rectal exam and told her students how far they would
have to push in before they could expect to find the prostate.  Upon
locating the prostate they were to massage it, as well as the shaft of the
penis, until "complete ejaculation is achieved and the penis goes flaccid
again".

   Simple curiosity overshadowed any shyness or erotic feelings from
Bernadette and Kathleen.  The fact that their subjects were blindfolded and
thus somewhat dehumanized helped considerably.  They followed Tracy's
instructions as they worked their subjects from both the front and the
back. Meanwhile Lisa and Cherine massaged their chests, stomachs, and pubic
hair.  Before long they were shuddering and groaning as jets of semen shot
into the beakers held up by the two assistants.  Bernadette and Kathleen
held the semen up in triumph while Heather checked off the evaluation form.
Meanwhile the two assistants cleaned the penises and anuses of the two men
with baby wipes.

   "Excellent job, pledges!  Now, quickly, measure their heartbeats and
pulse rates before they have a chance to calm down!"

   The two pledges complied as the assistants wrote down the information.
Tracy and Heather looked over the evaluation forms and the task sign-off
sheets.  Finally the pledges knelt and Heather announced they all had
passed the first practical exercise of male sexual anatomy.

   The two men stood quietly as their breathing returned to normal. 
However, they were covered with sweat and stunk of orgasm.  Heather
announced that there was no way she would let them out of the Four-Beta
House in such condition.  There was only one solution:

   "Pledges!"

   "Yes, ma'am!"

   "Take our guests to the pledge shower and clean them off!"

   "Yes ma'am!"

   "And one more thing, just to give you a challenge.  If you manage to get
an orgasm out of either Attendant Pat or Attendant John, I'll give you an
hour of free time after dinner.  Get me orgasms out of both gentlemen, and
that'll be two hours to yourselves!"

   "Yes, ma'am!"

   The pledges took the attendants downstairs to the pledge room.  Now
their roles were reversed, it was the women's job to give orgasms to the
men.  They turned on two showers and thoroughly soaped their guests.  Lisa
and Kathleen worked on Pat, while Bernadette and Cherine worked on John. 
They soaped themselves as well to use their own bodies to arouse their
guests.  Applying some of what they had learned that afternoon, they
started stimulating the men.  They ran their hands all over the men's
bodies before focusing on their bottoms and groins.

   The pledges were quite motivated.  Two hours of free time?  You bet. 
Yes, they were quite motivated.

   Attendant Pat came first, groaning as he shot semen across the shower
area.  Lisa and Kathleen rubbed their soapy bodies against him as the
jointly massaged his penis and caressed his chest.  Shortly afterwards John
groaned with pleasure as he climaxed from Bernadette working his penis and
Cherine massaging his bottom and back.  Both Bernadette and Cherine landed
kisses on his cheeks before they finished rinsing his body.

   The women toweled off the men before leading them back to the sitting
room.  They knelt while the attendants stood next to them.  Heather
addressed the two attendants:

   "Were our pledges able to apply what they learned today?"

   "Yes, Sergeant-at-Arms Heather.  They did quite well."

   "OK, Pledges, congratulations.  After dinner and clean-up you're
released for the night.  You'll have free run of the Four-Beta House and
can use whatever you want, as long as you put it back when you're done."

   "Thank you, ma'am."

   *****

   The pledge ate by themselves, because the other members of the sorority
had gone out for the evening.  They ate enthusiastically, happy at the
prospect of spending their first free evening since the beginning of the
week.  They couldn't leave the house because their clothes were still
locked up, but that hardly mattered.  Cherine and Bernadette knew exactly
what they were going to do; send some e-mails and then go to bed.  Kathleen
also knew exactly what she was going to do; spend the evening with Lisa.

   After the women cleaned up from dinner they split up.  Bernadette and
Cherine went into the sorority library, Kathleen went to the bathroom, and
Lisa stepped out into the back yard to enjoy the late May twilight.  She
went out by herself, alone for the first time since entering the sorority.
Undoubtedly her situation was only momentary, because Kathleen would be
frantically looking for her as soon as she came out of the bathroom.

   Lisa didn't know how to handle her new situation, because she liked
Kathleen and felt affection towards her.  However, the intensity of her
partner's character scared her.  Kathleen obviously was not an easy-going
person.  She was subject to mood swings and had trouble controlling her
emotions.  Being the fairly good judge of character that she was, Lisa
could tell there were other details about her friend that worried her. 
Kathleen was starved for affection, which probably was the result of an
unhappy childhood.  She had intense sexual energy, but rather than being a
source of satisfaction, sex had been an important cause of her current
misery.  Lisa already had plenty of hints that Kathleen had never enjoyed a
stable relationship and had been hurt plenty in her past.  There was a huge
void in her life; one that Lisa felt obligated to fill.

   Lisa sighed, because her original intention simply had been to get
Kathleen through the first couple days of pledging.  In just three days
that innocent desire had transformed itself into a full-blown relationship.
Except for her initial doubts however, Lisa had not considered trying to
back out of Kathleen's embrace.  She didn't see how she could do so without
destroying her, angering Tracy, and causing a huge scandal in the pledge
group.  On top of that, in spite of the fact the relationship was something
she neither had planned nor wanted, Lisa really did not have any desire to
end it.  She did like Kathleen and was flattered to be the object of such
intense desire.  She also was genuinely curious to see what a relationship
with another woman would be like.

   Another issue that encouraged Lisa to allow the relationship with
Kathleen to continue was her disappointment from Ken.  Lisa was sure that
her relationship with Ken was ending, but even as that was happening her
new relationship with Kathleen was getting underway.  Most certainly the
presence of Kathleen in her life canceled out most of the hurt that finding
out about Ken's desire to experiment with other men otherwise would have
caused her.  Precisely because she had Kathleen, she no longer needed Ken.
At that moment she felt more affection towards Kathleen, a person she had
known for only four days, than she felt for Ken, whom she had known for
nearly a year.

   At that moment Kathleen came out.  She had taken a bit longer than Lisa
anticipated, because she had taken a shower and now was cleaned up.  She
walked up to Lisa, but then just stood silently, looking very forlorn and
nervous.  She did not know what to say or how to begin.

   It was up to Lisa to rescue her companion.  She didn't say anything, but
held out her hand.  Kathleen took it and immediately fell into her arms. 
For a long time they hugged, and finally exchanged a kiss.  Lisa had a
suggestion:

   "Let's go over to one of those lounge chairs and just relax a bit.  I
mean, there's no rush."

   A moment later the two women were lying together on a lounge chair near
the pool.  It was a lovely night and with all the lights turned out, they
had a good view of the stars above them.  There was no one and nothing to
disturb them, so for a very long time they simply lay next to each other
looking at the evening sky.

   Finally Lisa's hand began exploring Kathleen's thin body.  She knew that
her companion especially liked being touched on the bottom, so her hand
wandered in that direction.  Kathleen responded by moving on top of Lisa
and passionately kissing her.  While Lisa grabbed Kathleen's bottom with
both hands, Kathleen began grinding her pelvis against Lisa's.  It was a
strange sensation, being fucked but not being entered.

   Lisa's fingertips explored the sensitive area between Kathleen's
bottom-cheeks, the focus of her companion's erotic being.  She got up and
moved her face close to Kathleen's bottom, gently kissing it.  She started
with her companion's buttocks, but then began kissing and licking in
between.  She was rewarded with a faint squeal and Kathleen desperately
thrusting herself up to beg for more.  Lisa did not hold back.  Kathleen
had thoroughly cleaned herself in the shower, so Lisa had no problem
kissing her bottom-hole and licking the surrounding area.  Kathleen let out
a high-pitched gasp and went wet immediately.  Kathleen thrust herself back
as Lisa continued to kiss and lick, as well as massaging her vulva with her
fingertips.  Lisa was determined to give her companion complete and genuine
pleasure, and give it to her the way she wanted.  Kathleen shuddered as the
orgasm came, the very first orgasm she ever received from someone she
loved.

   With her bottom still wet and tingling from Lisa's tongue, Kathleen
began kissing her companion's breasts and stomach.  She worked her way to
Lisa's inner thighs and then began concentrating on inserting her tongue as
deep into Lisa's vagina as it would go.  As Lisa became wetter and more
aroused, Kathleen began nibbling her labia and licking her clitoris.  It
felt good, and so different from anything Ken or Mike ever did to her. 
Lisa climaxed, and then grabbed Kathleen's face to kiss her passionately.
Lisa tasted her own juices on her lover's face, something she found very
strange and very erotic.  As she licked herself off Kathleen's mouth, Lisa
felt that she had just given herself oral sex.  Weird, but very erotic.

   The two lovers fell asleep on the lounge chair.  It was fortunate that
no one else in the sorority was present to see them, because they were
clearly breaking Four-Beta rules by making love and then cuddling in a
public area.  However, that was one advantage of being left alone in the
sorority house, the pledges truly were able to do whatever they wanted.

   It was about 11:00 p.m.  when Lisa woke up and realized it would be a
good idea to get back inside.  She caressed Kathleen's face until she was
awake as well.  The two women went downstairs into the basement, but they
saw a sofa sitting in a study room and decided to sit down for a few
minutes before going to bed.  For a short time they cuddled, but then Lisa
felt the urge to see and touch Kathleen's bottom.  She pressed her
companion's shoulders to let her know she wanted her to go over her lap. 
Kathleen complied, happy at the extra attention her bottom was about to
receive.  Lisa spent a very long time rubbing and massaging her friend's
upturned backside, exploring her thin bottom-cheeks and occasionally
brushing her fingertips over the sensitive area in between.  Kathleen
sighed with pleasure and happiness.

   As she massaged her friend's bottom, Lisa had a vague desire to give her
a spanking.  However, she realized that Kathleen was not Ken, and a
spanking at that moment was not a good idea.  Lisa's new lover had to be
treated with tenderness and care, not with the roughness that she
associated with her former boyfriend.

   Finally the two women got up made their way to the pledge room. 
Bernadette and Cherine were soundly asleep.  Lisa led her fellow pledge to
her cot, squeezed her hand, and kissed her goodnight.  Kathleen promptly
went to sleep, happier than she had ever been in her life.