Sorority Tales (Part 3)

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Sorority Tales
By Little Robbie

Notice: the names, characters, places and events in this story are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. All characters are over the age of 18. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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Hello! Marianne here. I will soon be graduating from high school and have just been ACCEPTED! to the university that was my first choice. I’m super excited and am looking forward to life on campus in the fall. There is one thing that has me a little anxious: sororities and initiations. I’ve heard so many stories about humiliating initiations, and I am pretty shy about my body. I felt the need to do some research. I decided to set up a poll on social media asking the question:

Sororities: Is the initiation as horrible and embarrassing as I have heard? Is it worth it? Please tell me your stories.

Here are some of the replies I received:

#JaceyAxx
My initiation wasn’t too bad. The worst part was on the last night, which was called Hell Night. The pledges were ushered into one of the upstairs rooms, then one at a time we were led downstairs to the main room, where all of the sisters were. They made me strip naked and stand in the middle of the room. I was nervous as hell. Then they told me I had to have phone sex, using speaker mode so they could all hear. I wasn’t told who the boy was on the other end, but they told me it was someone I knew. They had arranged the call but wouldn’t identify him. I had to lie down on the floor for half an hour while the boy on the phone gave me suggestions on feeling and caressing myself, and finally masturbating. The sisters laughed and made comments the whole time. It was incredibly humiliating.


#Emmaxxgirl
OMG! Every night of Hell Week was pretty bad. Seemed like the sisters were constantly trying to increase the humiliation every day. Once, we were led down to the basement, where they’d set up a row of metal folding chairs facing the sisters. Each of us was stood in front of a chair and told to strip completely naked. Even shoes and socks! Then some of the sisters stepped forward to tie our wrists to the wrists of the pledges to our right and left. Then we were told to bend forward as far as we could. I felt a sister’s finger on my butt hole! I heard her giggle as she massaged some lubricant into my butt hole, then she pulled her finger out and replaced it with a metal butt plug that was very cold. All of us were squealing and grunting. My butt plug eventually got pushed all the damn way in, which made me feel very fully invaded. We were all then told to sit down, and then they told us that the butt plugs had been coated with Deep Freeze and we would soon be feeling the effect. She also said that the seats of our chairs had been sprinkled with itching powder. I heard a couple of the pledges start to protest, but they were shut up quickly. They said we had to endure the Deep Freeze in our asses and the itching powder on our butts for one hour, and to shut up.

For the next hour, they laughed and made rude comments about us and our bodies. We couldn’t talk back, move our hands, or get up from the chairs; if we did, that would add another 15 minutes to the ordeal. With my hands tied to my neighbors’ hands, I couldn’t do anything to relieve the incredible pain and itching. I was going absolutely crazy from the itching and burning after only a few minutes. After a while some of the pledges started crying from the burning and itching torture, and eventually the girl to my right couldn’t take it anymore and started to lift her butt off of her chair. I caught on and tried to pull her back down before any of the sisters noticed, but a couple of them did, and they immediately added another 15 minutes. No one tried that again, even though we were being driven crazy, especially because the sisters were mocking us while we were enduring the torture. After the hour and 15 minutes we got to remove the butt plugs and got a wet sponge to wipe off the itching powder. Only then were we allowed to get dressed and go back to our dorms.


#Caitlynxxdrummer
The one thing I remember is, one day all the pledges had to wear tee shirts with embarrassing messages out on campus and in classes. No bras were permitted. Here are a few that I remember:

“I swallow”
“Rear entry permitted”
“I’m so wet”
“Bald down there”
“Gimme spank”

I had the “gimme spank” tee shirt, and I got plenty of spanks, even from students I didn’t know. Kinda fun, but mostly embarrassing. We were all pretty red-faced the whole day.


#Laceyxxracy
Marianne, dear, I have to tell you this story. I’m gonna go on a bit, but you have to understand the kind of thing you may have to go through. In the end, it was worth it, because I loved being a member of this sorority. Just be prepared, that’s all.

My “Cumming Out Party”!! I dunno where they got this idea from, but it was a “fun game” the sisters liked to play on the pledges. I didn’t know what this game was until it was my turn one day. I was told to report to the sorority house at 5:00pm that day during Hell Week, and bring my paddle. I walked in to see three or four frat boys (shit!) laughing it up with the sorority sisters, and it was announced it was time for my “Cumming Out Party”. I said what’s that, and a sister led me to one of the large front windows that faced out onto the street. It was a warm day, so these windows were wide open, letting the outside breezes in. I remember I was wearing a sleeveless cotton top and a knee-length lightweight skirt. I was told to kneel in front of the window sill, knees a foot apart. The window sill was now at my waist level. Then I had to bend forward so my stomach and breasts were lying on the rather deep window sill and with my knees still on the floor. I was to let my arms drop down below the outside of the window sill. The next thing I felt was my skirt being lifted up above my waist, followed by – jeez! – my panties being pulled down, completely baring my butt – as well as my vagina and butt hole, since my knees were spread. This was all in full view of the sisters AND the frat boys! I started to protest, but the sister told me to be quiet while she explained the rules of the “Cumming Out Party”.

I was to be paddled on my bare butt by one of the sisters, six swats. After that, one of the guests – could be either a sister or a brother – would step forward to play with me to get me to cum. If I didn’t cum within 60 seconds, I would get another paddling from another sister, and then another guest would try her or his hand at masturbating me to climax in 60 seconds, followed by still another paddling. This was to go on until I had an actual orgasm (they stuck some sort of sensor on my left wrist that would signal that I had actually orgasmed, so I couldn’t fake my way through it). All the while I was not allowed to move from my position – my top half outside and my bottom half inside – or else I would receive a triple paddling.

I breathed in and out heavily while I waited for them to begin. The first sister stepped forward and without saying a word swung my paddle. Hard! Harder than I had expected. It really stung! I cried out, which attracted the attention of a couple walking by on the sidewalk, who then stopped to watch. Oh, jeez! Then five more swats, all hard stingers. I tried to stifle my screams, as I didn’t want any more outdoor onlookers. It was futile, however, because the crowd behind me was whooping it up and having a great time laughing and staring at my rear end.

After the six swats, my butt was very hot, and I wanted to rub it, but I dared not move my arms to do that. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to know who was attacking my vagina first, but I elected to just keep my eyes forward. I didn’t really want to give them the satisfaction of looking at my face while they were fingering me. I could feel someone there, and their finger began stroking into my labia. I gasped but tried to keep as steady as I could. More stroking, gradually pushing in until their finger was on my clit, where it made little circles. Okay, it was definitely a girl – a light, sexy touch. I grunted and closed my eyes, trying to allow myself to get turned on despite the circumstances. But her touch was too light to get my motor running. She knew what she was doing, and she definitely wanted to frustrate me. 60 seconds were up with no orgasm, her finger slipped away, and I looked up to see that there was now a small crowd of boys and girls viewing this from the sidewalk in front of me. OMG. I dropped my head so I wouldn’t be any more recognizable.

The next girl’s paddle technique was one-cheek-at-a-time. She was a little stronger and faster than the first paddler, and my butt was burning at a new high. Before I knew it, she had finished and another guest’s finger was at my vagina, pushing in slowly but forcefully. This was definitely a guy, a little less subtle, using his finger as a small penis. He was going slowly and gradually deeper and deeper, and then rotating his finger. I groaned, a little too loud. I heard the sidewalk crowd echoing right back – they were definitely enjoying this more than I was, but I had to go with the flow if I was ever going to climax under these circumstances. But no, the 60 second clock frustrated me again.

This went on for over an hour. The paddling stinging my butt, followed by a stranger’s fingers playing with my clit and vagina over and over. The girls who masturbated me were definitely making sure I would get right up to the edge without letting me cum. The sisters were laughing and mocking me. The crowd outside was cheering me on. Finally…FINALLY!…I was allowed to cum, and I could probably have been heard a block away, screaming like a mad woman. I have never been so humiliated in my life.


#Beccaxxtequila
The one thing I remember a little too vividly from my initiation was one afternoon in the sorority house. I was wearing a dark polo shirt and a khaki skirt. Any time we were in the sorority house, the pledges had to remove our bra and panties. I’m pretty shy about my body, partly because I’m not curvy like the other pledges or the sisters. I’m slim, with B-cup breasts, narrow hips, and a small bubbly butt. So I hated going without underwear, even if it was just girls in the house. But on this day, some fraternity boys from next door had come over to visit with the sorority girls. I was the only pledge in the main room at the time, so I was assigned to fetch drinks and snacks. After a couple of hours, I felt the urge to pee getting pretty strong. I tried to ignore it and stick to my duties, but when I couldn’t take it anymore, I asked one of the sisters if I could be excused to use the toilet. She surprised me by saying no, pledge, deal with it, you’re our slave for the afternoon. I sucked it up and continued fetching drinks and snacks.

15 minutes later, I asked again, and once again, she refused. This was really getting bad, I was so close to leaking. 10 minutes later, I desperately asked again. This time she said, if you want it so bad, then beg for it. She made me kneel, knees apart, in front of every boy there, look up at him, and repeat, “This cheap, ugly, fat whore begs permission to pee.” I had to keep repeating it until that boy said yes, then I had to move on to another boy and repeat this extremely humiliating phrase over and over until he said yes. Every time I knelt down, I felt my skirt rise up behind me. By the time I got to the last boy, I was beyond desperate. Once I got my final permission, I started to get up to scurry to the bathroom, but one of the sisters produced a mixing bowl from the kitchen and ordered me to pee into the bowl, right there in front of the whole crowd. I was too desperate to argue, so I squatted over the bowl and let loose. I was glad I was in a skirt, but still this was the most humiliating thing I had ever done – or hopefully will ever do. My urine seemed to flow forever. I dropped my head in shame, but one of the sisters said, look up, pledge, show us your face while you pee. Which I did, tears running down my cheeks.

#Courtneyxxdances
The story from #Laceyxxracy about the “Cumming out party” reminded me of an initiation game my sorority played on me. They called it a game, but it was not very fun for me. This particular day, the sorority and their brother fraternity thought it would be fun to have both the girl and boy pledges play a game together. Huh! Everyone filed out into the back yard of the fraternity house. It was mid-afternoon on a pretty hot day, so everyone was in shorts and tee shirts. The fraternity president stood up and welcomed everyone to the game that the pledges were going to play today. He said let’s start by pairing up the girls with the boys. There were six girls and six boys. Each boy pledge was assigned a number, and the girls picked a number out of a hat. I drew 2 and looked up to see that Boy 2 was a curly redhead who looked a little shy. I smiled politely and he hesitantly smiled back. When I looked back down, I noticed that there was a line of white tape down the middle of the lawn. The pledges were instructed to stand facing our partners, girls on one side of the tape line and boys on the other. The sorority president said, now don’t be shy, move closer to each other. Much closer. There, that’s it. Now, first let’s have the girls take off the clothes from the boys.

Everyone hesitated and looked up and down the line to see who would go first. The sorority president said, now pledges, get to it. I slowly reached out and grabbed the bottom of his tee shirt so I could lift it up. He must have been shy indeed, because he looked away as I pulled his tee shirt off. I then unbuckled his belt, pulled the zipper down, and tugged his shorts down to his ankles, which made me realize that I would need to take his shoes off also (he wasn’t wearing socks). So off with the shoes and shorts. I stood back up and looked down the row to see all of the couples in about the same progress. We all thought that was it for now, but the sorority president yelled at us, okay take off their undies, girls, we want to see the boys’ naked little dicks. I sighed and glanced at my partner, who was already turning beet red. I kind of mouthed sorry and reached out with both hands to pull down on the elastic band on his white briefs until they were off completely. He was now fully naked in front of me, and his hands moved to cover up his genitals. Apparently all the boys did the same thing, because the fraternity president yelled out that the boys had to keep their hands by their sides and not cover up. I couldn’t help myself, I had to look down and check him out. His pubes were red like his hair, and his penis was pretty large but flaccid, probably from the embarrassment of being stripped in public. I quickly looked back up so that I didn’t embarrass him any further.

The fraternity president then ordered the boys to strip the girls. My partner smiled slightly (he must have been looking forward to this part) and reached forward for my tee shirt. It was up and off pretty quickly, revealing my bra. I guess I should mention that I’m pretty proud of my breasts – they are solid C-cups that stand forward very nicely with no sag. My bra lifts them up just a little, so I feel pretty sexy in my bra, at least in most cases – in this case, I was mostly red-faced in embarrassment. My partner then unbuttoned my shorts, tugged them over my hips, and pulled them completely off, removing my sandals in the process. He then hesitated and shyly whispered to me, top or bottom next? I said top please, and he leaned forward in order to reach all the way around me for the clasp, but I stopped him and let him know that the clasp was in front on this one. He looked relieved and unfastened the bra easily, then pushed the straps past my shoulders. My bra fell to the grass behind me. I thought about folding my arms in front, but I figured I would just get yelled at, so I left them at my sides. My partner did not immediately go for my panties because he was staring lovingly at my breasts. I sort of cleared my throat, ahem, and he said sorry and brought his hands to my hips to pull my panties slowly down my legs. He was really enjoying this – I could tell by his face, but also by his penis, which had grown perceptibly hard in the last minute. Now we both caught each other staring at our, um, assets, and thankfully he smiled to himself, so I smiled back.

So there we were, butt naked and standing only a few inches apart, only one couple in a row of pledges all in the same predicament. The sorority sisters and fraternity brothers were standing all around us, drinking beers and tequila shots and laughing at our humiliation. Did I mention that this was all in the broad daylight, so anyone in the next-door backyards might be watching our little show? The fraternity president then announced that all the pledges were to kneel down, still facing each other, with our knees spread two feet apart and touching our partners’ knees. We all did as we were told, and I took the opportunity to whisper to my partner, I’m Courtney by the way. He whispered back that he was Henry. We exchanged nervous smiles again. The president continued, we’re off to the races now, pledges. The race begins with the boys jerking off until they cum – which, by the way, must land on the girls’ bare skin. Once the boys have jizzed, the girls must begin masturbating themselves until they orgasm. The first couple to achieve both orgasms is the winner, and they are allowed to get dressed and go home. The next four finishers will remain naked here in the back yard for the rest of the day and be subject to paddlings and other penalties. The last couple…well, I will describe that penalty in a few minutes. In addition, during the “race,” the boy and girl must maintain full eye contact at all times, except when the girl is masturbating the boy may lower his gaze, but not the girl. No cheating allowed, if any of you divert your gaze when you are not allowed, you will be very sorry, believe me.

OMG. This is way more humiliation than I was counting on. The stripping alone had me as red-faced as I’d ever been, I was counting on that being the end of the game. Now, we were all being forced to actually masturbate in front of not only our boy partner, but all the brothers and sisters, PLUS any neighboring onlookers! We were each given a small jar of lube. I was trembling, let’s get this over with as fast as possible. The sorority president said, get ready…set…and…GO. AND MAINTAIN EYE CONTACT. I stared at Henry and he just stared back, dumbfounded. I had to coax him: psst! Henry! Let’s go! This seemed to wake him up. His hand dipped into the jar of lube then grabbed his penis, which was still semi-erect. I suddenly felt the sting of a paddle on my butt and a sister’s voice, NO LOOKING DOWN, PLEDGE! Oww! I looked back up to his eyes. I could hear his hand stroking his penis, but I had no clue how close he was getting to ejaculation. His eyes still looked scared. I tried to soften my eyes to express something like sensuality. Soon his eyes widened and he was gasping, then I felt the warmth of his sperm on my stomach. Lots of sperm, it never seemed to end. My torso was soaked.

Oh, god, now it was my turn. Okay, I can do this, just suck it up and get to it. I put my hand to work on my clit and started fingering my nub. It was really hard in full view of everyone there, particularly Henry. I remembered I was supposed to look at him, so I raised my eyes back up to his and realized that he was staring open-mouthed at my boobs! My eyes slammed shut, and before I knew it I got a hard smack with the paddle. The sister said, pledge, remember you have to keep looking him in the eyes. This just got twice as hard, and three times as embarrassing. Long story short, I was finally able to get myself off while staring into Henry’s eyes (and with Henry practically slobbering all over my thighs). When I looked down the line, I realized that everyone else had finished before us. So we were the unlucky losers of this game. The penalty for that is that Henry had to eat out all of the girl pledges, and I had to suck off all of the boy pledges. Again, in bright daylight in full view of everyone there. I’m shaking with humiliation again just thinking about it.


#SamanthaxxJ
Dear Marianne. Here’s one part of the sorority initiation I remember. I had to attend a party at a nearby fraternity house. Turned out I was the only pledge. Shit! I was summoned to the front of the room where I stepped up on a raised platform. This was gonna be embarrassing, I could tell. A sorority sister announced that I had asked her if I could perform a sexy striptease. One of the other pledges had warned me that this might happen, but I really, really wanted to join this sorority, so I took a big breath in and smiled my way through a not-very-sexy striptease for the whole crowd. The song they put on was I Love Rock n Roll by Joan Jett, which practically requires that you dance crazy. So here I am now, completely naked, sweating, and red in the face. I start to grab my clothes and go back to the sorority house. But no, it’s then announced that I will be spending the rest of the party naked and lying here on the raised stage, which was about 18 inches high. She further announces that I am now extremely horny (what?!) and am begging to be allowed to masturbate (Whaaaat?!). Then she reaches in one of her pockets and produces a glass dildo and a tube of lubricant. Everyone laughs and applauds. I have to tell you, it was humiliating enough to be masturbating so publicly, but the absolute worst part of it was doing it in the middle of a party crowd where everyone else was fully dressed and frequently tweaking my nipples and making catty remarks about my “performance.” BTW, I did cum about five times before they let me get dressed and leave.


#Kimmiexxgimme
Ouch! My sorority initiation was a little fun, but mostly incredibly embarrassing. Like #SamanthaxxJ, I found myself attending a Sorority/Fraternity function (although I can’t remember where it was) but there were several other of my fellow sorority pledges attending as well, and we were all instructed to strip to our underwear. We started the night serving drinks and snacks to the sisters and brothers. We were encouraged to drink vodka shots pretty frequently – I guess they wanted to loosen us up (and believe me, it worked). After a couple of hours, one of the sisters announced that it was time to play “20 Questions” with the pledges. Lucky me, I was the first to be called up to the front of the room.

I was informed that I was going to be asked a series of questions and I had to answer truthfully and quickly (they wanted to make sure there was no time for me to think up a lie). If I didn’t answer quickly, or if I answered “I don’t know” or “I’m not sure” or anything like that, I would be given an instant penalty. And I would NOT like that. I nodded, and the questions began (the ones I can remember):

Have you ever gone skinny-dipping? YES, ONCE

Do you enjoy giving oral? YES

Do you ever think about anal? UMM… Penalty! Take off that bra!

Shit! I reached behind my back to unfasten my bra. My B-cup tits were now fully exposed.

Repeat. Do you ever think about anal? I DON’T WANT TO DO IT.

What’s your favorite lube? UH…LUBE…I DON’T KNOW… Penalty! Take off those panties!

Dammit! I slid them down to my ankles and kicked them off. So there I was, totally naked in front of 20 or so sisters and guests. I gotta answer faster!

Repeat. What’s your favorite lube? ASTR… ASTROGLIDE?

Has any boy ever gotten past 2nd base with you? YES

Aren’t the boys here really cute? YES

What’s your phone unlock code? 5522 (why did I give them that?)

What’s your bra size? 35B

Have you ever padded your bra? YES, IN HIGH SCHOOL, BUT NOT NOW.

Describe your wildest sexual fantasy. I DON’T… UH… WHACK! from behind with a paddle on my bare butt. It really stung!

Repeat. Describe your wildest sexual fantasy. I AM…AM NAKED IN FRONT OF MY CLASS AND I HAVE TO DO JUMPING JACKS AND I GET A SPANKING FROM THE TEACHER.

Well, then, pledge, you must feel right at home right now! (Wild hoots from the crowd.)

Who is the sexiest boy in your class? RYAN CRAIN

Who is your secret crush right now? OH GOD, UM… Smack! Another sting on my bare behind.

Repeat. Who is your secret crush right now? JIMMY MCMARTIN

Have you ever made love to another girl? ONCE, LAST YEAR. BUT IT’S NOT MY THING.

What does your pussy juice smell like? I DON’T KN… Smack, smack! Ouch! My butt is absolutely burning.

What does your pussy juice smell like? I REALLY DON’T KN… Smack, smack, smack! Arrghhh!

Would you like us to help you? Bend forward, pledge!

Before I could even fumble out a reply, I felt someone push my shoulders forward and a finger suddenly probe my vagina and push in and out three times. Then the sister stood me back up, then brought her finger around to my face and placed it under my nose.

Repeat. What does your pussy juice smell like? SORT OF…VINEGARY?

What does your orgasm look and sound like? OH! OH! MY GOD! OHHH!

Lift you face up, pledge! (I did.) OH, JESUS GOD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!! AH, SHIT! AH SHIT! FUCK MEEEE!! (I had to do my best screaming and face contortion to convince the crowd. Now I was more humiliated as I ever thought I’d be.)

I see on your phone’s internet browser that you look at the site Truth or Dare. Why do you like that site? (My god, they’ve opened my phone now!) Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!! Owwwww!

Repeat. Why the site Truth or Dare? I FANTASIZE ABOUT BEING FORCED TO ACCEPT EMBARRASSING DARES.

Well, now that we have video of your fake orgasm (nooo!) and your contacts list, we can definitely help fulfill that craving. (Oh. My. God.) You may now return to your server duties. No underwear however, you are to be naked for the rest of the night. (I guessed it wasn’t over…)


#Gillonthexxhill
I didn’t pledge a sorority, but my roommate did, and she confidentially related one of her most embarrassing episodes. She was seated blindfolded and made to fondle the genitals of five boys (fraternity pledges, she suspected). After each one, he was identified by name. Then the same five boys returned for a second round of genital fondling, but in a different order. She had to try to identify each one based solely on his dick and balls. If she missed one, she had to suck him off and swallow. I think she said she missed three out of five, so she had to spend the next hour swallowing a lot of cum.

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Sorority Tales – Part 2
By Little Robbie

Hi! Marianne here again, back for Part 2. So, just to catch up: I will be entering university soon, and there is one thing I’m nervous about: sororities and initiations. I’ve heard so many stories about humiliating initiations, and I am pretty shy about my body. I needed to do some research. I set up a poll on social media:

Sororities: Is the initiation as horrible and embarrassing as I have heard? Is it worth it? Please tell me your stories.

Here are some more of the replies I received:

#HillaryxxCH
Well, I got through it, and I suppose it was worth it, because I love my sorority sisters. But Hell Week (the last week of pledging) was really tough. Here’s an example of what I mean. Three of the sisters took me on a hike one afternoon. I was not allowed to bring my backpack or phone. After we’d been out about a half hour, we entered a heavily forested area, and they stopped and ordered me to take off my top and my shorts, which they then put in one of their backpacks. So now I was hiking on a public trail in just my bra, panties, socks, and shoes. My undies were embarrassingly pink, which almost matched my very red face. A couple of times we encountered other people on the trail, and I got more than a few rude comments. So embarrassing.

We hiked along, with the other girls making casual conversation – you know, classes, boys, etc. – but I was having a hard time joining in being almost nude. Eventually we stopped in a small clearing in the trees, and I was made to take off my socks and shoes. The forest floor was somewhat soft here, but it definitely accentuated my embarrassment at being nearly naked in the middle of a forest. One of the sisters produced a set of handcuffs, and they backed me up near a tree that had a thick limb just above my head height. Then they handcuffed me with my arms up and the handcuffs over the limb. My feet easily reached the ground, so it was not painful or uncomfortable, just helpless. They put the key to the handcuffs on a string around my neck, so that the key was dangling between my boobs. The girls said, we’re going to leave you here for a while, pledge. And listen to me, this is very important: be nice and polite to anyone who happens to find you. We’ll be back to get you a little later. Ciao!

Shit! Shit! Now I was cuffed to a tree limb, clad in only my pink bra and panties, in the middle of a forest. When would the girls be back? I tugged hard on the limb above me, but it was very solid. Should I yell for help? My thoughts were interrupted by a group of young girl scouts. What are you doing there? Why are you naked? I couldn’t come up with an answer, so I just blushed and shut up. They seemed to think that I should be spanked, so I had to put up with a barrage of spanks from the scouts, which I laughed along with even though it eventually hurt like hell, and I’m wondering if there’s a merit badge or something. Eventually they all apparently hit the ends of their young short attention spans and went on their way.

About half an hour later I saw two boys who looked to be around 12 years old, coming down the trail. How do I get out of this? I turned my back on them, but it didn’t matter, and pretty soon they were all over me, laughing and feeling-up my boobs and my butt. I remembered the sorority sister’s warning that I had to be nice to anyone who came along – maybe the girls are hiding around here and spying on me, I don’t know. So I just put up with these two boys tickling me and putting their hands all over me (getting, by the way, more than either of my last two boyfriends). My boobs were a bit modest, but they were at least perky enough to not be a complete disaster, my ass was nicely tight, and my cooch was smooth. And now I’m getting angry with myself because I’m feeling wet, y’know, down there. The boys eventually got bored with feeling me up and left – but not before taking a few photos of me in my skimpy lingerie.

A while later, another group appeared, three girls and three boys, all about my age, probably students also. I quickly caught on that one of the boys was pledging a fraternity, and the other two boys were frat brothers hazing him. The pledge was made to strip naked and stand directly in front of me, so we were about four feet apart. The brothers then directed him to jerk off and yell out when he was about to cum. His expression melted as he replied, yes brothers. He and I were both scanning each other’s bodies while he wrapped his right hand around his fairly impressive dick and began stroking. This was definitely getting me worked up, and I could feel my cunt really dripping now. My pink panties were almost certainly betraying me to the group. The boy pledge looked to be getting close to climax, and very shortly he shouted out, I’m going to cum! The brothers yelled at him to stop immediately, which he did, breathing hard and with his dick fully engorged. Then he was made to turn around facing the other five students and put his hands on his head.

They made him stand there like that for several minutes, laughing and mocking his predicament. The girls humiliated him by fondling his dick and teasing him for not ejaculating in front of me. Then he was told to get behind me, pull my panties down to my knees, and step forward so his still-stiff dick was smashed between my now-naked ass cheeks. Then it was explained that he had to masturbate me while simultaneously jacking-off on my butt cheeks, and both of us must cum within the next three minutes. Otherwise I would be completely stripped of my bra and panties, he would be tied there behind me, naked just as he was, and they would take away all of our clothes with them as well as the handcuff key. But if we both did succeed in cumming within three minutes, they would release my handcuffs and let me keep my underwear on and the boy could get dressed as well. They said, GO. The boy laid his hands on the front of my hips and slid them down into my pussy, one hand parting my labia and the other hand finding my vagina. It didn’t matter that he had no lube, because of how wet I was.

The embarrassment of this situation had me surprisingly hot already, and his hands in my cunt plus his stiff dick between my ass cheeks had me practically orgasmic before he had barely started. Needless to say, I easily came before the three minutes were up, loudly and noisily. The pledge boy was taking longer, maybe because he wasn’t getting enough friction on his dick, so I pushed back against him. He finally ejaculated just before the three-minute limit, much to my huge relief. The frat boys then released my hands from the tree limb, and I was allowed to pull my panties back up. They let the boy pledge get re-dressed, and they all marched up the trail, leaving me in the clearing in only my bra and panties. The sorority sisters re-appeared soon afterwards and congratulated me for my performance (apparently they had been spying). They gave me back my socks and shoes but kept my top and shorts in their backpack until we got back to their car, so I had even more embarrassing encounters with strangers along the hiking path, who couldn’t help noticing my cum juice staining the crotch of my panties and the load of jizz on my back. All in all, a completely humiliating afternoon.


#Heatherxxpartygrrl
Wow! Some of these stories are little real-life sagas. My most memorable experience of my sorority initiation happened one night during Hell Week. I was invited to a sleepover with Rachel, one of the sorority sisters, at the house she rented along with a couple of guys. She had also invited another sister, Bex, so there were three of us altogether. I think it was a Friday night, so I just assumed that the two guys who shared the house were down at one of the local bars. Anyway, we watched Prime for a while, then Rachel and Bex decided to play Truth or Dare with me. It started much as expected: questions about sexual history, which boys we were crushing on, etc., and fairly tame dares involving sexy dancing and getting lightly spanked. All of this was accompanied by many, many lemon vodka shots. I wasn’t keeping track of who was drinking how much, but I should have, because before I knew it, I had been dared repeatedly to take off articles of clothing until I was completely naked. I apparently found this very silly and funny, and Rachel and Bex were chuckling along and exchanging conspiratorial looks the whole time.

At that point, Rachel got a text from one of her house-mates upstairs, who wanted to make a sandwich in the kitchen, requiring him to cross through the living room, where we were partying. Rachel said, sure Barry come right ahead. What?! Wait a minimumumm! He can’t see me like this! I’m naked! Rachel said, no problem, I’ll get you a towel to cover up. So she went into a nearby bathroom and returned with a white bath towel, which I got wrapped around me just in time to avoid any of my private parts being seen by Barry, and I dropped quietly onto the sofa as he clopped down the stairs. We all said hi, although I mostly just tried to disappear into the sofa…Wait! Barry? The hunk who was in my Psych class?

He smiled in our direction, then Rachel seemed obliged to introduce us to Barry. No no no no no. He looked at me again and said, Juliet? Aren’t we in a class together? I forced a shy smile and pretended to be nonchalant about sitting on the sofa wearing only a bath towel. This was beginning to sober me up big time. Hi, Barry, what’s up?

Barry asked, did you just get out of the shower, or…? Rachel piped up, no Barry, we have been playing a little Truth or Dare, and Juliet is definitely on a losing streak. Come to think of it, you could help us out here. Juliet was just asking for another dare, and maybe you could participate on this one. (OMG!) The dare is this: Juliet, whom I think you realize is wearing only a towel, is going to give you a blow job, and if she can get you to spurt before the next commercial comes on TV, she gets to keep the towel on. Otherwise the towel is coming off so you can fully appreciate all of Juliet’s charms.

Jesus, no. No! No! Before I could open my mouth to protest, Barry said, oh cool, that sounds great. So where do we do this? He was already unbuckling his belt. Shit! I was trapped, I had to do this as part of my initiation if I wanted to get into the sorority. Rachel pulled me off the sofa and directed me to kneel in front of Barry. I tried not to look up in order to avoid any further embarrassment, although he already knew who I was and what I looked like from Psych class. In no time his jeans and briefs were down around his knees, and the girls said, ready, and go! I grabbed his ass (ooh, felt kinda good) and leaned forward to put his sizeable-looking dick into my mouth. I got busy fast, I didn’t know whether I could pull this off before the next commercial came on Prime. Took a little while just to get his dick fully stiff – he obviously had not been surfing porn sites before he came downstairs.

Okay, deeper and more tongue. Deeper and more tongue. He was responding but didn’t feel really close to cumming, and I was starting to sweat from the effort. I sped up and began tickling his scrotum, which got him hotter still, but I was starting to feel desperate. It crossed my mind, was he deliberately delaying this so that he could see me naked? Faster, faster. I heard the girls giggling and shouting, hurry up, pledge, or that towel is coming off! Then he came, filling my mouth and throat with cum. The girls cried out, swallow it, pledge, swallow every bit! I managed to get it all down and then finally felt some relief that the dare was over.

I leaned back and started to stand up, but my left foot accidentally stepped on the edge of the towel and pulled it off me as I got up! I screamed and started to lean down to grab the towel, but Rachel was too quick. She swept it off the floor and grabbed my right wrist to keep me from covering up. Barry’s eyes were big as saucers as he distractedly pulled up his briefs and jeans, ogling me in all my bare-ass nakedness. The girls had both my wrists so I couldn’t cover my boobs or my pussy. They held me like that for a good look, then they turned me around for the rear view. The girls were laughing and mocking me, hey Barry, what do you think? She’s a sexy little thing, isn’t she? Barry looked still in shock but managed to say, well I’d better get back to my room. Rachel said, I thought you were going to get something in the kitchen. Barry said, oh yeah, I’ll go do that. Then the girls let me go, and I ran into the bathroom to throw up. (Was it the vodka or the embarrassment? Or both?) By the time I came out, Barry had gone back upstairs, the girls announced that the Truth or Dare game was over for tonight, and they congratulated me for being such a good sport. I quickly got dressed and slinked back to my dorm.


#FancyxxYancy
Marianne, I’ve got to tell you, I almost de-pledged after this one episode, so be forewarned. On the last day of Hell Week, I was ordered to report at 12 noon, to the house of the sorority’s brother fraternity. I was told that I was on the verge of being rejected, and I needed to pass this test if I didn’t want to be thrown out. I dressed in a simple skirt and polo shirt, and I was visibly shaking as I walked slowly up the sidewalk and stepped up to the large front porch of the frat house. I rang the bell, and a few seconds later a note floated out from the letter slot. It said:

1. Strip off everything below your waist and pass the clothes through the mail slot

2. Using the paddle over on the porch swing, paddle your ass – hard – until it is bright red

3. Ring the bell again to get an inspection, and if your fanny is not red enough, you will repeat until you pass inspection, and you will receive penalties

I had already done some pretty embarrassing things during the pledging process, but nothing like this. I found myself removing my shoes and socks and pulling down my skirt and panties on the front porch in the bright daylight, in full view of the sidewalk and street. There was an open railing at the front of the porch, but it did not completely obscure me as I picked up the ping-pong paddle from the porch swing and positioned myself bent forward slightly with my left hand on my left knee, facing the street. How do I even do this? I cocked my right elbow up high and brought the paddle down on my right cheek. OWW! Can I do this without yelling out and attracting passersby? Then the left cheek, then back and forth about ten times. I didn’t have any way to look at them to see how red they were, but these spanks were really stinging, and my buns were definitely heating up. I decided to ring the bell to “get an inspection.” After making me wait for over a minute – out in the open, mind you, with my red butt facing the street – a frat boy appeared at the door and made a gesture for me to turn around. I did. He chuckled and said, not even pink, get back to work on your miserable behind, and be quick about it. You’ve now got one penalty. He slammed the door shut.

I heard a group of girls passing by on the sidewalk who started commenting rudely on my half-nakedness. Damn, cover it up, girl. You getting’ off on this? Look, her coochie is bare as a baby. I almost cried right there. I was publicly exposed, and I was going to have to truly torture myself to get my buns red enough. And how many more onlookers would I be entertaining before this is over? I heaved a heavy sigh and went back at it, swatting right, left, right, left, for a good five minutes. Goddam this hurt! Keep going, girl. Right, left, right, left, until I literally collapsed right there on the porch floor. I got up, gulped hard, and rang the doorbell again. Again they made me wait by the door for more than a minute before the door swung open. I turned around to present my butt for inspection, and this time I passed. Whew! I was allowed in but had to remain bottomless.

I was led into the main room, where about a dozen fraternity members awaited me. I was stood up in the middle of the room and told to keep my hands on the back of my head with my fingers interlaced and my elbows spread as wide as I could. At this point I was clad only in my pink polo shirt – which did nothing to cover my pussy or butt – and white bra. One of the guys, Charlie, seemed to be in charge, and the first thing he said to me was to very slowly turn around until he said I could stop. I suppose this was to allow all the boys to get a good long look at my privates. Suddenly I felt like all of the air in the room was swirling around my thighs. Then he began to question me. What’s your name? Yancy. Wrong! Another penalty. What’s your name? Um, it’s Yancy. Wrong again! Another penalty. What’s your name? (Oh, I get it now.) It's pledge. That’s correct. How old are you? 18. What do you weigh? I wasn’t used to answering that question honestly, so without thinking, I said 128. They produced a scale and made me weigh myself in front of them (which was actually the most embarrassing thing I had had to do up to now). The scale said 132. You lied, pledge, that’s another penalty. Shit, I was now up to four penalties, which couldn’t be good.

Charlie continued, do you have any tats? Just one, on my left shoulder. We need to verify that. Remove your shirt, pledge, and be sexy about it, like you’re getting ready for sex with one of us. I could just sense all the guys in the room beginning to salivate. Oh man…okay. I decided to pick out one guy – a very cute one – and keep my eyes on him while I removed my shirt, slowly lifting it over my head like I was teasing him with it. Throw it to one of us, you may be able to win that back later. I threw it to my cute guy. Now I was down to just my bra, which was white, thin, and lacy. I had to show everyone my small tat on the back of my left shoulder – just a simple pink heart. Okay, pledge, verified. What size is your bra? 33B. We’ll need to verify that, so remove it and politely hand it to one of the guys here. I exhaled hard. I suppose it was inevitable. I reached around and clumsily unclasped my bra, then walked it over to another guy who took it from me. He looked very excited to be holding a bra that had just had actual tits in it. He verified that it was indeed 33B. I wasn’t embarrassed by my B-cups, but most of the girls in the sorority looked to be C or D-cups (unless they were cheating).

Charlie ordered me to put my hands back behind my head and go back to slowly turning around. I now felt, like, three times more naked than when I was just showing my pussy and butt. There’s something about being completely and utterly naked, particularly in the middle of a crowd of fully clothed fraternity guys, that had me almost trembling with embarrassment. The questions continued as I slowly turned. Ever given head? Yes. Ever done it with a girl? Yes…uh…sorta. How often do you masturbate? Two or three times a week, I suppose. Fingers or dildo? Usually fingers. How many fingers can you get up there? (What the fuck!) Okay, uh, three. Facing up or facing down? Both. We’ll return to that a little later, pledge. Right now, how about we let you pay off one of your penalties. Can someone grab a couple ice cubes from the freezer?

I was now allowed to stop turning and lower my arms. I was handed two ice cubes and told to hold them up to my nipples until they were completely melted. Ouch! They hurt instantly. They told me that they would help speed up the melting by getting me more turned on. Two guys at a time stepped forward and felt me up for two minutes, then another two guys, etc. Nothing was off limits. Hands on my ass and thighs, fingers between my labia, exploring my clit and vagina. Tickling my ribs, my arms, my neck, my side boobs. I was not allowed to remove the horrible, horrible ice cubes from my nipples until they had completely liquified. Seemed to take forever, but probably about 15 minutes. Charlie feigned concern about my burning-cold nipples, and I was “allowed” to jiggle them by hopping up and down for five minutes. The guys loved watching my boobs bounce, big surprise. My face turned progressively redder with every hop, and I eventually had to close my eyes to keep from crying.

So Charlie calls a stop to the hopping and announces it’s now time to pay my second penalty. I am to walk around the entire block fully nude and return to the fraternity house. Hm, could be worse, I suppose. As it turns out I was right, it could be worse. There were additional stipulations. I had to let one of the guys write something on my forehead (which I found out later was, I’M CUMMING). They produced a wood pole about four feet long, which looked like a sawed-off broom handle; it had three collars attached, one in the middle for my neck and one at each end for my wrists. When attached, it kept my hands up at neck level and unable to touch any part of my body.
Then they inserted a remote-controlled vibe in my vagina, which Charlie demonstrated by turning up the intensity using his iPhone. Oh-h-h-h-h. As a final touch, one of the guys produced a small unlabeled jar holding something that looked like coldcream, and proceeded to apply a large dab to each of my nipples and areolas. I soon discovered that this little concoction made my nipples itch like crazy. Before I was even out the door, I started begging anyone in the room to scratch my boobs. But they all laughed and waved bye-bye. Okay, so this was not to be an easy walk around the block by any means. For one thing, I had two fraternity guys following me to make sure I completed my assignment (and hopefully to guard my safety). And for another, I had itchy – REALLY itchy – nipples and a vibe in my vagina that was probably being controlled by one of my escorts on the sidewalk.

As I walked along the sidewalk, I didn’t know whether to be happy or disappointed when I encountered others. I say happy because I was hoping to find someone – ANYONE! – who was willing to scratch my itchy tits for me. I was begging everyone I saw, female and male (fuck, this was humiliating!!), but it wasn’t until the fourth or fifth person that I was able to convince a boy with my begging (and crying) to give me some relief. He willingly reached forward with both hands to rub and roll my nipples. At the same time, the vibe in my vagina went crazy, which made my knees buckle and I let out a major groan. He looked impressed that he almost made me cum just by touching my tits. After about 15 seconds of this sensory overload, the boy was waved away by my escorts, and my vibe was dialed back to medium. God, did I really do that on a public sidewalk in the middle of the afternoon?

I continued on my forced journey around the block, getting vibe “shocks” every 50 feet or so. Plus, to my dismay, my nipples returned to really itchy mode almost as soon as that last scratching ended, so I absolutely could not help myself from begging everyone I saw. I was completely shameless. The itching was SO AGGRAVATING! Almost as aggravating as watching person after person look me over and laugh their heads off without helping in the slightest. Of course, my forehead read, I’M CUMMING, and I was buckling and groaning from the vibe almost constantly. This was a level of humiliation I didn’t think I would ever experience. It took me almost an hour to complete my one-block walk, during which I had my itchy boobs scratched exactly five times, always by very horny boys (my escorts were definitely running this little show), I nearly orgasmed exactly five times, and dozens of girls and boys laughed themselves silly watching me shudder my way along the sidewalk. Once we got back to the fraternity house, my vibe was removed, my wrists and neck were released, and I was provided with a washcloth to wipe off the itch cream. I finally got to look in a mirror at my forehead (okay, no wonder…) but was not allowed to wash it off.

Charlie was clearly pleased with the report he got from my two “bodyguards” so he pronounced penalty two complete. Shit, I still had two to go! He announced that my third penalty was to give head to three fraternity brothers, right there in front of everyone. And swallow. I was told to pick two of the guys, and the fraternity would decide who would be the third. Just the act of picking the guys I was going to suck was humiliating enough, like I actually WANTED to blow these guys. I picked the guy I had been eyeing earlier (cause he was kinda cute) and a guy who was standing back against the wall (hoping for a small dick, but how do you know anyway…). Just as I was getting ready to kneel down for this suck fest, Charlie said, oh, and one more thing. He pulled out two short lengths of dental floss, and he tied one end to each of my thumbs. The other ends he encircled my nipples with several wraps and tied tight. This left me with my right thumb tied to my right nipple and my left thumb tied to my left nipple, with only about two inches of play between nipple and thumb. Shit! I could barely move in any direction without pulling on my nipples. And I had to suck off three fraternity guys before they declared my third penalty complete.

The first guy (my favorite cutie) was very handsome and polite as he pulled out his penis, which was long and narrow – not overly challenging I would say. With the limited use of my hands, it took almost ten minutes to get him off, and my nipples were being constantly tortured the whole time. When he finally came, I just barely managed to take his whole load without spilling. The second guy (Mr. Wallflower) may have looked a little shy, but I was way off in assuming a smallish weenie – it was sizeable and fully engorged even before I started. The good news, he came pretty quickly, and once again I barely handled the formidable load of semen. More torture to both nipples, which were by now super-sensitive. Oddly, this torture was beginning to turn me on a bit. I wanted to caress my poor nips with my fingers, but the way my thumbs were tied to them didn’t allow this comfortably. The third guy, selected by the fraternity brothers, was (surprise…) a football player and real jock. He was at least 6-4 and muscular, with rugged good looks and a bit of a smirk on his face. He ordered me to take out his penis, which required bigger hand movements, and I thought I was going to pass out from the self-torture of my nipples being pulled around. Not surprisingly, his dick was enormous, and I could hear his fraternity brothers congratulating themselves on selecting him for my third BJ. It was everything I could do just to get it through my lips. I managed to get my tongue to work on it, and eventually I felt his orgasm approach. Once again I got a large mouthful of cum and started swallowing as fast as I could. Just made it with only a small dribble.

I was relieved to get three of my penalties taken care of, but my relief was short lived when Charlie described my final penalty. Because you’ve been such a compliant and obedient pledge today for your fraternity friends, we’re going to give you a break and allow you to finally experience that orgasm that I’m sure you have been craving. I actually was starting to get frustrated from not being able to even touch my pussy for the last hour, especially when the frat boys were getting everything they dreamed of. They announced that this game will be Red Light Green Light. I was laid out and spread open on the carpet in the middle of the room, face-down with a fat pillow under my hips, so my butt, butt-hole, and vulva were all on full display. I was now very aware of the cool air in the room on my privates, and I was once again completely flushed with humiliation. My ankles and wrists were being gripped tightly by fraternity guys, and another of the guys, Bailey, knelt between my legs.

Okay, Charlie announced, Greenlight 30 seconds. Bailey began fingering my pussy, lightly tracing up and down between my labia and gently probing at my vagina. Ordinarily this would have felt very sexy, but NOT IN FRONT OF 12 FRAT BOYS. I tried to relax and go with it, but then I heard,

Redlight 30 seconds, at which Bailey stopped and pulled his hands back. I could feel all the stares and hear the lewd comments from the boys around me, and my damp pussy was really feeling the cool air in the room.

Greenlight 30 seconds, and Bailey’s hands returned to my vulva, a little stronger and deeper this time, one hand slowly pumping two knuckles deep into my vagina and the other hand softly caressing my butt. I could definitely settle into this, and I started rocking back and forth to Bailey’s rhythm. Just let it hap…

Redlight 30 seconds. He stopped. Dammit! 30 seconds is too much cool-off time, how was I ever going to get off with this? Wait… Wait… Wait…

Greenlight 20 seconds. Only 20 seconds now?! Bailey’s fingers plunger into my vagina, this time two fingers pulsing deep, with the other hand pawing toward my clit. I’m in heaven, and I’m heating up fast.

Redlight 20 seconds. Arghhh! The boys around me were getting closer and hurling new humiliations. Whore. Cunt. Slut. I tried to shut them out.

Greenlight 20 seconds. Go to it, Bailey! Get me off, I’m running out of time! He was digging deep and swirling my clit at the same time. Exactly what I needed. I cried out, FASTER BAILEY, and he responded, but then –

Redlight 20 seconds. At least the redlight sessions were getting shorter – but no less frustrating. I tried wiggling my ass to see if I got any stimulation from that, but all it got was a round of laughter from the boys. Shit! Hurry back, Bailey!

Greenlight 10 seconds. Ten seconds?! How could I get off like this?! Bailey went right back to work, but now I was beginning to suspect that he had been secretly directed to deliberately deny me my orgasm. I’ll show them. I’ll have my orgasm in spite of them.

Redlight 10 seconds. Look how wet she is! She looks like she could pop her cork any second. Whaddaya say, pledge, you ready to cum for us? I was sweating like crazy, in addition to my leaking pussy juice.

Greenlight 10 seconds. Bailey’s hands were back, all over my clit and vagina, pumping and swirling. I was bucking back and forth like I was riding a horse. I’m gonna cum, dammit! Just watch this-

Time’s up!

What?! NOOO!

Bailey, you’re relieved of duty. The pledge whore looks a little frustrated. What do you guys say, should we let her get off for us? A lot of cheering at that, a few boos. Okay, here’s the deal, pledge, we’re gonna let go of your left hand and see if you can jerk yourself off before the pizza guy shows up with our pizza, which should be very soon. Otherwise you get tossed out on the street butt-naked. You ready, pledge? Yes, sir, please, sir. Okay, GO! My left hand was freed (of course, I’m right-handed…) and I immediately thrust it beneath me and got my fingers to work on my vagina. I was already soaking wet down there, so I was immediately wanking away for all I was worth, curling my fingers inside of my vagina and thrusting in and out as fast as I could manage. I’m definitely not used to doing this left-handed! Then I felt WHACK! Someone spanked me! Hard!

It's a distraction, get past it, get to your climax. I pulled on my clit and moaned. Then another WHACK! WHACK! OMG, spanks were raining down on my naked bum, and the frat boys were laughing and yelling insults. I heard, I think I heard the pizza guy coming up the steps! Almost there! Oh fuck…Oh fuck…FUUUCK! I exploded! I felt my legs try to snap together. I let out a huge cry. Then I immediately remembered where I was, and on what circumstances, and my face went redder than it ever had done before. My arms and legs were suddenly free, and I curled up into a ball. The frat boys were cheering and jeering to beat the band. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. Masturbating in front of 12 fraternity guys. Plus the pizza guy now. No no no. Could I get outta here please?

Charlie announced that I had completed all of the interviews and punishments and was now free to leave. I was only allowed to wear any of my clothes that I could find, which turned out to be only the skirt that I had stuffed through the mail slot when I first arrived. I returned to the sorority house barefoot and with my arms wrapped around my naked boobs. I had to stand, topless, before a group of sorority girls and report on everything that had happened. They got a good laugh out of my adventures and promised me “more fun tomorrow.”

[tomjohn49]

I really liked these, please do more

[Skylar21]

Great stories!

These gals must really want to join those sororities to undergo such initiations.
Let's hope there is more to come.

[litrob2000]

Sorority Tales – Part 3
By Little Robbie

Hi! Marianne here again, and now there’s a Part 3! You all wouldn’t believe how many new replies I’ve received since I started posting! Here are some of the new ones:

#Jamiexlsu
OMG, Marianne, just reading the other stories brought back a hugely embarrassing episode in my sorority pledging. The pledges were all required to attend to a special movie screening one night at the sorority house. In a pre-show announcement, we were told to pay close attention, because there would be a test afterwards, and we DID NOT want to fail this test.

The movie started, and it was not what we expected at all. Instead of a celebration of the sorority’s history, it was actually an S&M porno film! We all started giggling, waiting for the sisters to let us in on the joke, but all we got were stares in return. Apparently it wasn’t a joke, so I thought I’d better start concentrating on the movie if I wanted to pass the test. I want to tell you, it was difficult (and a little humiliating) to really concentrate on the movie, I mean, what was I actually supposed to be paying attention to?

After the movie was over, the sisters passed out the quiz, which included ten questions. Here are the ones I remember:

How many spanks did Violet receive from Henry? Ten? Something like that.

What color were Judith’s toenails? Shit! Which one was Judith?

Was Terry handcuffed in front or in back? Back. I think…I dunno, it was all just a jumble of dicks, tits, and vaginas.

And several other questions, only a few of which I thought I’d got right.

Well, not surprisingly, I was the lowest scorer on the test, so I had to take the worst punishment. I had to strip naked – including socks and shoes – and my hands were tied behind my back and the handcuff key on a string around my neck. I had to walk back to my dorm that way, clutching only my phone, wallet, and room key in my hands, and I had to send the sisters a photo of me in my dorm lobby within 20 minutes. This was at least a 20-minute walk right through the middle of campus, so I had to walk briskly and I definitely couldn’t afford to hide or take a more-private route.

While it was already dark outside, there were a lot of students out on a warm night, so I was seen many times along the way by male and female students, all of whom seemed to take pleasure in my humiliation – particularly whenever I sped up my steps, causing my uncovered C-cup breasts to bounce embarrassingly. I made it back to my dorm, red-faced and just barely (ahem) in time to snap and send my naked selfie. Not my proudest moment…

#Carlinxxbaby

OK, here goes. One night in the middle of Hell Week, I was caught sneaking out of the sorority house with another pledge to have a few beers at a bar just down the street. One of the sorority sisters was there and recognized us. She told us we would both be given severe punishments the next day.

Our pledge punishments were not always limited to the sorority house, or to after classes. The next day, I was sitting in English Lit class, which was being taught by my favorite professor, Mr. Harrell. Mr. Harrell was not only very knowledgeable about Shakespeare and William Faulkner, but he was also my biggest secret crush from the first day of class, a very sexy 30-something with beautiful dark wavy hair. On this day, he was holding forth on Oliver Twist when my phone vibrated with an incoming text. It was from our Pledge Captain, Sharon:

Pledge: Take off your panties. Do not leave your desk. Do it right now, hurry up, you are being observed.

The pledges were all required to wear short skirts – not less than 8 inches above the knee – and no pantyhose, so Sharon knew it was possible for me comply, although difficult and potentially embarrassing. I snuck a glance behind me to see if I could tell who might be watching me, but no luck. I knew better than to disobey Sharon, or any sorority sister, so I lifted my butt and began to work my skirt out from under me as surreptitiously as possible. Then I reached both hands under my skirt and began tugging my panties down over my butt and then toward my knees. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Gerry, the boy to my right, staring with eyes wide. I dared not stop but continued to pull the panties down until they were over my knees and dropped to my ankles. I wanted to reach down and grab them but was afraid that might call too much attention to me. Just then, my phone vibrated with another text from Sharon:

Open your web browser. Go to the website “PornPics.com” and search for “College Professor”. Find six photos showing a student sucking off a naked professor, and cut/paste them into a new document saved to your laptop’s hard drive. Post the document to the sorority’s bulletin board. You have 10 minutes, starting NOW.

OMG. I suspected that several students could potentially see my laptop screen, so I pulled it closer to my body and started in on the instructions. The porn site came up quickly, and I immediately began my search. There were a ton of photos of naked girls posing with older guys dressed like professors, but fewer with girls sucking off professors. As I found them, I copied and pasted them into a word processing document that I saved as “Carlin pornpics” on my desktop. I was getting close to finishing – five down, one to go – when I heard, “Mr. Harrell, um, Carlin is looking at porn, I can see it!”

My heart dropped and I froze. What?! No! No! I looked behind me and saw Grace, one of the sorority sisters, standing at her desk and pointing directly at me! Her desk was behind me to the left, but I hadn’t noticed her before. I was so stunned I didn’t have the presence of mind to close the web browser before Mr. Harrell arrived at my desk and grabbed my wrist.

“Carlin, I can’t believe you’d be looking at porn during class! Look at these pictures! You should be ashamed of yourself, not only for indulging in it, but for exposing it to other students! And why is your underwear down around your ankles? Come with me to the front of the class!”

As I got up, I reached down and closed my browser, but of course my document was still open where anyone could see it. I had never felt so humiliated, and in front of my favorite professor and my fellow students. I definitely had been set up by the sorority sisters as a punishment for last night.

I stepped out of my panties, resigned to leaving them on the floor at my desk, and followed Mr. Harrell to the front of the classroom, deeply red-faced. Mr. Harrell steered me to the center facing the class. My knees were shaking.

“Carlin, I am hugely disappointed in you, and I could definitely report you to the dean for this behavior. But I will forego that potentially messy process if you agree to accept a punishment right here in front of the class.” With that, he opened one of his desk drawers and produced a . . . wood paddle!

I gulped and tried not to look at the class, but I couldn’t help myself. Everyone was staring at me and smiling. This was not really a choice for me – my grades were not good enough to save me from getting expelled if Mr. Harrell were to report me. I gulped again and said, “Yes, I accept.”

He said, “Fine. Your punishment is to receive 10 spanks with this paddle. Turn around so you are facing the chalk board.”

I turned. I wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.

“Separate your feet, bend forward, and grab your ankles.”

I complied. It was then that I became aware of how my short skirt was riding up the back of my legs. With no panties on, I felt the cool air on my (bald) pussy.

“Carlin, I can’t help but take note that your naked butt is practically on display right now. Given the penchant for porn you have displayed for us today, let’s re-enact a ubiquitous porn scene and make sure the entire class can see your butt get paddled in all of its naked glory, shall we?”

With that, I could feel his hand grab the bottom hem of my skirt, raise it up over my butt-cheeks, and tuck it under the top of my waistline. Titters just exploded from my classmates as they now viewed my fully naked behind. Could the earth just swallow me up right now? My eyes were tearing up already, and I had not even received a spank from the paddle.

“Are you ready, Carlin?”

“Y … yes, sir.”

“Count out the ten spanks, please.” WHACK!

It stung but didn’t knock me over. It was still horrible. “One.”

Mr. Harrell – my very cute crush – proceeded to wield that paddle nine more times, and each spank was more painful than the last. My butt felt like it was burning up. After the tenth spank, I waited for him to tell me to get up and go back to my desk. But he didn’t.

“Carlin, straighten up now, but leave your skirt just as it is and keep your hands at your sides. Now step forward and place your nose in this circle.” He drew a small circle on the chalk board, and I got as close to the chalk board as I could and bent forward to touch my nose in the circle.

“You are to remain in this position for the remainder of class. Do you understand?”

Miserable. “Yes sir.” This was somehow more humiliating than the spanking. I was so deeply aware that my naked behind was being stared at by everyone in the room, and there were 30 minutes to go until the end of class. Finally my time was up, and I untucked my skirt and hurried to my desk to grab my panties, but, alas, they were gone! So I had to spend the rest of the day with no panties under my short skirt.

My sorority had punished me with humiliation.

#Haileyxxgrrl

I had been summoned to the home of one of the sisters, Leslie, with no explanation why. I arrived on time to find Leslie and two other sisters, Carla and Astrid, waiting for me in the living room. The three sisters were all seated with beverages, but I was not invited to sit, so there I stood, awkwardly facing them. Leslie spoke up first.

“Pledge, did you have a quiz in Poli Sci this morning?”

Oh, shit. “Yes, sister.”

“And did you pass or fail?”

“I failed it, sister.” This was not good.

“You know that our pledges get the best grades, right, pledge?”

“Yes, sister.” What was I in for?

“You seem to need more motivation, don’t you think, pledge?”

“Yes, sister. I’ll do better next time.”

“Damn right you will. Now strip.”

I froze. What did she…

“Don’t make me repeat myself. Strip naked. Right now.”

I swallowed. The front window curtains were wide open, and the window was fully open. I stepped out of my sneakers and reached down and pulled off my ankle socks. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jean cutoffs, then pushed them down to my ankles and stepped out. My bare legs felt the cool air and quickly grew goosebumps. I unbuttoned my short white top and shrugged it off. I had to take a few gasps of air.

“Get on with it, pledge, or things are just gonna get worse.”

My underwear was frilly and revealing, but with my breasts there wasn’t much to be revealed – they were “perky” A-Cups with smallish pink nipples. I reached back and unclipped my bra and let it slide down my arms. I felt my nipples grow and harden, and my arms automatically wrapped to cover them.

“Uh. Uh.”

I know, I know. Now the panties. Not a thong, but not much more than that. I slid it over my butt-cheeks with a slight nudge of my thumbs, and it fluttered down my legs. I kicked it onto the small pile of clothes on the floor behind me. Okay, now they had me where they want me. Completely naked and standing before them, arms at my side, exposed in every way.

Astrid now spoke up, “Okay, pledge, are you ready for your punishment?”

Am I ready? I thought this was my punishment! “Y-yes, sister.”

“Pledge, your clothes are now our property Each of us is going to give you a task to perform, and if you perform the task well, you will earn back one article of your clothing, at our selection. So if you perform all three tasks well, you will have a chance to walk back to your dorm with some degree of modesty. If you do not perform well, you will be returning to your dorm just as you are now, naked as the day you were born. Got it?”

“Yes, sister.”

Astrid continued, “Your first task is to endure a firm paddling from me. I’m going to give you 50 spanks with a paddle, and you are NOT TO MAKE A SOUND until I get to 50. The other two sisters will keep count. Now, first of all, fetch the paddle that is lying on the side table in front of the window.”

I slowly crept over to retrieve the paddle, trying to keep my head down so as to avoid identity to anyone passing by outside. As I grabbed the paddle, I heard a female squeak outside, and I quickly hustled back to the middle of the room and offered the paddle to Astrid. It was a rather typical sorority paddle, about 30 inches long and 6 inches wide. It definitely had a heft to it.

“Pledge, face the window and separate your legs by three feet.” I did it, swallowing hard once again. I was suddenly very aware of my naked arse in anticipation of actually feeling the first spank. I would describe my butt, in all modesty, as cute and a little bubbly. To me, it just about made up for my lack of endowment, um, upstairs. But right now, I knew what it was in for.

“Now bend forward and grab your ankles. And remember, not a sound out of you.”

Oh, shit. Okay.

WHAP!

OMG, that really stung! My throat delivered a yelp, but my mouth stopped it, so it puffed out air between my mostly-closed lips. That was a close call, I was thinking, when,

WHAP! Another slap, Astrid was working quickly. And this one landed exactly where the first one had: on the soft crease between the bottom of my butt-cheek and the top of my thigh. I was hoping that she would spread these around a bit, but no, she just piled one spank on the same spot with deadly accuracy.

Inside I was screaming. I mean, really screaming. Could I actually make it to 50? The other two sorority sisters were merciless: Oh, that was a good one, Astrid. Make her pay, Astrid. Wow, I bet they could hear that smack out on the street. I’ve never seen naked skin that red before. Hope you’re not planning to sit down in the next couple of days, pledge.

My butt was burning, really burning. These spanks stung like I’d never felt before. I nearly fell over a couple of times, but somehow I took it. The last three strokes were absolutely lethal, I don’t know how I kept quiet. But finally they let me straighten up and slide my legs together. Astrid said, “Well, pledge, you passed your first test, so you will get back one article of clothing. I’ll give you back your . . . shoes!” All three girls laughed hilariously at this one. They were all well-lubricated at this point.

Now it was over to Carla, one of the sexiest girls on campus. Carla was the star of the swim team, with beautiful C-cup breasts, a tight, round ass, and long, muscular legs. “Pledge, I’m just so turned on by your sexy spanking! I think I need some relief, and you’re probably dying to use your mouth, aren’t you?”

Carla then stood, kicked off her shoes, and pulled her leggings down and off, leaving her bottom half naked except for a shear pink thong. Her top was a swim-team tee shirt that came down to just below her navel. She then sat back down on the sofa.

“Pledge, kneel in front of me, please.” I did as she asked. I was surprisingly fascinated to be staring at her muscular, sleek, well-tanned thighs. “Now choose a number between 1 and 50.”

“Uh…uh…a number of what?”

“Just choose a number, right now.”

My rear end is still feeling like it’s on fire after those 50 spanks. I’ve gotta go low, but if I go too low I’ll probably be asking for it. I blurted out, “Five.”

“Five, got it. Now here’s your task, pledge. You are to bring me to orgasm without using your hands. If I’m not cumming within five minutes – that’s your number: FIVE – you will fail this task.”

Well, shit.

“Ready. Go.”

All three of them were already giggling at the mess I’d gotten myself into. I couldn’t waste time, I leant forward without a plan. Not only had I never performed cunnilingus without using my hands, I had never performed cunnilingus at all!

I thought to myself, what would I like if I were on the receiving end? I started by planting some sexy (I hoped) kisses on the insides of Carla’s creamy thighs. She seemed to be liking this, but I knew I had to press on. I gradually moved my kissing northward until I was nuzzling her pubic mound, albeit through the fabric of her thong. I tried using my tongue to push the thong aside so I could get the tip of my tongue between her labia, but I didn’t have any luck with that. So I was stuck with aggressively licking at her clit through the fabric. Carla was purring but was nowhere near orgasm as we approached the five-minute mark.

“Time’s up, pledge,” giggled Carla. “I guess you shoulda picked more time.” The three sisters had a good laugh at that one as Carla stood up, pulled her leggings back up, and stepped back into her shoes.

Damn, they hosed me on that one. If I’d had another few minutes, I’m positive I could have got Carla off. Now I have only one other sister to go before I run out of opportunities.

Leslie smiled sweetly and announced, “Pledge, this is your last chance if you want to win something to wear while returning to your dorm. I want you on all fours, and then crawl over to right in front of me.”

I complied. I could feel my breasts dangling, and even though they were not heavy, it was still a humiliating feeling in front of the three sorority sisters. They were mocking me the whole time and calling me a loser and a slut.

Leslie leaned forward and put four blue masking tape Xs on the floor. “You are to put your hands and your knees on these Xs, and do not move off of them until your task is complete, understand?”

“Yes, sister, I get it.” With my hands and knees on the marks, my ass was directly in front of Leslie, my knees were spread obscenely wide, and I was facing Astrid and Carla right in front of me, breasts dangling. It was at this point that I felt the full humiliation of being the only one naked at this little party.

Suddenly, I felt Leslie’s warm and moist fingers starting to part and stroke my labia. “Pledge, we know you are heterosexual, so we’re pretty sure that you couldn’t possibly get turned on by another girl, but let’s test that to be sure. All you have to do is avoid having an orgasm for the next thirty minutes, and you will have won another garment to wear before we are done. Are you ready?”

Oh man, I was already getting pretty hot just from her first touches. “Uh…yes, ready.”
Leslie’s fingers, coated with a warming lubricant, were slowly stroking their way between my labia and just into my vagina. I was trying to appear as stoic as I could, but it was getting harder and harder the longer this went on – and the deeper her middle finger plunged. I was pretty sure I could outlast Leslie’s feel-up and get my panties back before leaving to walk home. That is, until Carla spoke up as she rose from her chair.

“Leslie, you’ve got some good DVD movies on your shelf, don’t you? Oh, yeah, here’s one we could watch right now!” Next thing I knew, we were watching “Fifty Shades of Grey”, and Carla fast-forwarded to the first scene where Dakota Johnson was tied up in the play room. At about the same time, Leslie’s hand moved down to stroke my clitoris.

I told myself I couldn’t get charged-up, even though Leslie was really doing a number on my pussy. I looked down to avoid watching the pretty hot action on the screen, prompting Carla to warn me, “No, pledge, don’t look away, watch the movie with us! Isn’t this just the sexiest scene?”

Well, shit, this movie was a definite turn-on for me, and now I was being forced to watch this very sexy bondage scene. Leslie’s middle finger was joined by her index finger, and she picked up her rhythm in my vagina. Wow, this was getting harder, and I was starting to get wet. I desperately wanted to pull my knees together, but I was forced to keep them on the blue tape marks.

Carla fast-forwarded to the next bondage scene, and Leslie’s other hand was now twirling my clit as she pounded my vagina deeper and deeper. I only had about 10 minutes to go, and I was determined not to cum, even though I was getting wetter and sweating like crazy.

The next thing I knew, Carla and Astrid had knelt down on each side of me and were caressing my nipples, squeezing and pulling down. NO! Not fair! NO! NOOO! My orgasm burst through and I was screaming from frustration. OMG…OMG.

The three sisters were enjoying this immensely, laughing and high-fiving each other. “Oh, pledge, you were so close to making it. I guess you can get off with girls, who knew?”

Leslie slapped my ass and ordered me to get up. She handed me my shoes, which I slipped on quickly, and here I was, naked from my head to my ankles. Plus, my pussy and inner thighs were noticeably soaking wet.

“Pledge, you are now free to return to your dorm…or to a local bar or wherever you want to be right now. And don’t even think about using your hands to cover up, they are to be at your sides at all times. I just texted the entire sorority to be on the lookout, and they had better not catch you covering up. Here’s your phone and your keys. Now get out!”

Next thing I knew I was on the front porch and walking as quickly as I could down the steps and onto the sidewalk. My dorm was at least a 10-minute walk, which felt endless at that moment. But I couldn’t stop and I couldn’t cover my tits, my pussy, or my butt with my hands. I felt foolish and embarrassed. But I did get in the sorority.

#Barbiexxinpink

I’m embarrassed to admit some of the things I did to get into my sorority. One afternoon after finishing my last class, I was waiting for a shuttle bus back to my dorm. The ride usually took about 15 minutes (it was a big campus). It was a very warm day, so I was wearing a short tee-shirt and shorts. While I was standing and waiting, two of the sorority sisters approached me with big smiles on their faces.

“Hey, Barb, waitin’ for the bus?”

“Hi, Meryl. Hi, Davis. Never seen you guys on the shuttle before.”

Meryl leaned in close to my right ear. “We’re here for you, pledge, now listen up, here’s your challenge for the day. We’re getting on the bus with you, and the three of us are going to move toward the back. Davis and I will take seats, but you are to remain standing, facing forward. Your challenge, pledge, is to have an orgasm before the bus reaches your dorm. We don’t care how you do it, just find a way to get off before you…y’know…get off. Failure to accomplish an orgasm will result in you staying on the shuttle – and continuing to rub yourself off – for a full circuit in only your underwear. Got all that, pledge?”

Davis chirped, “Oh, look, here’s the bus now.”

You’ve gotta be kidding me. I have to find a way to masturbate to orgasm in the next 15 minutes – while standing and facing a bus full of my fellow students. These girls were evil. “Yes, sisters, I understand.”

The three of us stepped up into the bus and, as instructed, walked to the very back. There was a full-width seat across the back, and in front of that about six rows of two-person seats on either side of the center aisle. Very few people on the bus right now, just a few students in the front rows. However, the next stop was the student center, and the bus usually takes on quite a few students there.

Meryl took a seat in the last row near the window, and Davis sat one row forward on the other side. I numbly stared at Meryl for a second, and she twirled her hand as a reminder for me to turn and face forward. I did, all the while trying to figure out how to do this. I was gripping two vertical steel bars that extended from the seatbacks up to the luggage rack. I HAD to do this, I could not afford to lose my top and shorts, because underneath all I had on was lacy boyshorts panties and a matching lacy bra for my 34-C boobs.

I looked around for something to rub my pussy against, and I decided I’d try using the curved top rail of the seatback next to me. I let go with my left hand and gripped the right-hand bar with both hands, then went on tiptoes to raise my pussy up enough to get a good rub. I heard Meryl and Davis behind me giggling up a storm. I was hoping they would keep it down and not attract attention.

Rubbing against the seatback rail felt really good, but after a few minutes, it just wasn’t getting the job done, if you know what I mean. I was going to have to use my fingers if I was going to get myself off in the next 10 minutes or so. Just then, the bus slowed to a stop at the Student Center, and I saw a small crowd of students waiting to get on! Shit! My anonymity was going to be blown!

I cringed my whole body to the side and turned away from the front of the bus, but Davis hissed at me, “No, pledge, face FORWARD until you GET OFF!”

I went back to gripping the uprights on either side of the aisle and looked up to see students starting to move back toward me to fill in the empty seats. As the bus pulled away, the last of the new riders dropped into the seats immediately in front of me. I didn’t know how the hell I was going to make this happen without being noticed, but I had to give it a try.

I kept my grip with my left hand and lowered my right hand to the top of my shorts. I tried to be nonchalant in unbuttoning the waist and inching my zipper down. I kept checking the students – mostly males, of course! – on either side of me, but none of them had taken any notice so far. Now the hard part; I slowly pushed my right hand down, slipping it inside my panties and pressing still farther down until I found my labia.

I was relieved to get this far, but I only succeeded in discovering that I was not wet enough to get a good sexy penetration. Dammit! Now I had to backtrack and bring my right hand up to my mouth to load up my middle fingers with as much spit as I could muster. Then I plunged back into my undies and started lubricating my labia with my saliva. Now I was getting somewhere, but after just a few minutes of stroking the bus pulled over again, so I had to pull out while new passengers came aboard.

Once I was confident that all of the students on the bus were once again facing forward, I resumed my stealth masturbation. I was thinking that some of the passengers must be wondering why I was standing – in fact, I was the only person standing on the bus. Whatever. I closed my eyes to try to forget the potentially humiliating act I was performing, but my confidence was draining with every minute. I was never a “quick cummer,” even under the best of circumstances. And this was definitely not the best of circumstances.

More rubbing, flicking my clit, plunging my vagina. I needed more lube, so once again I pulled my hand up to my mouth, covered my fingers in saliva, and returned my hand to my pussy. The saliva helped, and I closed my eyes to try to concentrate. I could feel the minutes ticking by, but my fingers were starting to get wet with my pussy juice now. I was going deeper and faster when…”PLEDGE!”

My eyes flew open to see Davis’s face right in front of mine. “Better ramp it up, pledge, we’re only about five minutes from your stop. Need any help?”

“Uh…uh…No, I’m good. I’m good.”

Davis snickered at me and returned to her seat. Jesus, that was not something I needed right now. I checked the passengers in front of me, and no one was noticing, so back to work with my wet fingers. My masturbation fantasies were at war with the potential for humiliation at being discovered. I had to get this done, I definitely did NOT want to ride another shuttle circuit standing up in only my underwear!

Now I was feeling my clit and vagina heating up, and I knew I was getting close. But the next thing I knew, Meryl had slid over right behind me and had pants me! My shorts were suddenly down to my knees!

Meryl and Davis burst out laughing. OMG, will someone see me in my panties?! I tried to pull them back up, but Meryl kept her grip on them.

“Something wrong, pledge?”

Shit! I was going to have to orgasm like this! I closed my eyes and tried to get back into my fantasies. Hurry. Hurry. I sensed that we were coming up on my stop, so the best I could do was try to fake it. I shook my legs, my glutes, and my abdomen, and I faked a good gasp. Another “wave”. And another. I slumped.

Davis stepped in front of me and smiled evilly. “Nope, we’re not buying that. No way. Not even a good fake.”

“Please, sisters, PLEASE don’t make me strip!”

Meryl chuckled behind me. “Well, okay, you tried your best, pledge, and it was very entertaining, at least for Davis and me. We’ll cut you a break this time. We’re going to take your shorts, then you can get off the bus and scamper back to your dorm in your panties.”

With that, she pulled my shorts down to my ankles and tapped my legs to free them of my shorts. “Go now, pledge. We’ll have an appropriate punishment ready for you tonight at the sorority house.”

“Thank you, sisters, thank you!” I exited the bus as fast as I could and made the short dash to my dorm with my nearly naked pussy and butt on display below my short tee-shirt, getting lewd whistles and comments from both boys and girls along the way. That was a narrow escape!