The Tutor, Volume II (Complete) - finale posted 10/28
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Re: The Tutor, Volume II (ch. 15, 7/4)
This is going really well! I didn't expect that turn of event at the end. Looking forward to the next one 
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Re: The Tutor, Volume II (ch. 15, 7/4)
Thank you, Fred!
I’ve logged in for the first time in years to throw some likes/thanks/kudos your way.
While I haven’t logged in, I’ve been here lurking and I wanted give this story a friendly bump because it quickly became my FAVORITE story on here in recent years. The original ‘The Tutor’ was fun but for the sequel you really kicked things up a notch in every way that mattered.
The relationship between Fred and Annie is adorable and - while sometimes rocky - is ultimately much more solid than Fred and Tara. Not that the first relationship was BAD but the sequel shows how much more intense things can get when you go from high school level to college.
Expanding the cast of characters and developing the tutoring into an actual business also gives this version a lot more depth.
But in a site full of naughty stripping stories, the reason this gem is my favorite is because the main man Fred himself. With so many stories that feature blackmail, manipulative coercion, and violations of privacy which becomes more and more gross the older I get, it is SO pleasantly refreshing to have a protagonist who comes into a stripping scenario with strong morals and genuinely good intentions.
Not sure how much of this Fred’s personality comes from the Fred Key author, but the recent head-to-head with Jenny epitomizes why Fred is such a strong character. A tutor in his position with his sorority backing could have easily let the power go to his head and used his authority to force his lovely coed students into a position they’re not comfortable with. As seen with Jenny, who - while initially a big Fred supporter - has become a textbook example of why hazing in fraternities and sororities can quickly become toxic when power and authority is given to the wrong person. But Fred didn’t get sucked into that trap. Even when he was at his lowest and things were on the outs with Annie, he didn’t turn malicious and take his frustrations out on his students like a petty vengeful creep, he stuck to his guns with his loyalty to Annie and his genuine desire to help his students improve by having them face meaningful consequences for their failures. Really hoping to see a good guy get the win (and the girl), as opposed to all the toxic monsters in this board who get away with exploiting girls while they’re vulnerable.
Anyway, I wanted to throw some encouragement your way since it appears that your slow but steady posting has slowed down even further . And right before what seems like the climax! Here’s hoping that you and Fred can rally and prevent Jenny from ruining the fun and turning things toxic and bring this story to its rightful conclusion.
I’ve logged in for the first time in years to throw some likes/thanks/kudos your way.
While I haven’t logged in, I’ve been here lurking and I wanted give this story a friendly bump because it quickly became my FAVORITE story on here in recent years. The original ‘The Tutor’ was fun but for the sequel you really kicked things up a notch in every way that mattered.
The relationship between Fred and Annie is adorable and - while sometimes rocky - is ultimately much more solid than Fred and Tara. Not that the first relationship was BAD but the sequel shows how much more intense things can get when you go from high school level to college.
Expanding the cast of characters and developing the tutoring into an actual business also gives this version a lot more depth.
But in a site full of naughty stripping stories, the reason this gem is my favorite is because the main man Fred himself. With so many stories that feature blackmail, manipulative coercion, and violations of privacy which becomes more and more gross the older I get, it is SO pleasantly refreshing to have a protagonist who comes into a stripping scenario with strong morals and genuinely good intentions.
Not sure how much of this Fred’s personality comes from the Fred Key author, but the recent head-to-head with Jenny epitomizes why Fred is such a strong character. A tutor in his position with his sorority backing could have easily let the power go to his head and used his authority to force his lovely coed students into a position they’re not comfortable with. As seen with Jenny, who - while initially a big Fred supporter - has become a textbook example of why hazing in fraternities and sororities can quickly become toxic when power and authority is given to the wrong person. But Fred didn’t get sucked into that trap. Even when he was at his lowest and things were on the outs with Annie, he didn’t turn malicious and take his frustrations out on his students like a petty vengeful creep, he stuck to his guns with his loyalty to Annie and his genuine desire to help his students improve by having them face meaningful consequences for their failures. Really hoping to see a good guy get the win (and the girl), as opposed to all the toxic monsters in this board who get away with exploiting girls while they’re vulnerable.
Anyway, I wanted to throw some encouragement your way since it appears that your slow but steady posting has slowed down even further . And right before what seems like the climax! Here’s hoping that you and Fred can rally and prevent Jenny from ruining the fun and turning things toxic and bring this story to its rightful conclusion.
-Mick Gesitt of the Mountain
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Re: The Tutor, Volume II (ch. 15, 7/4)
The story is not dead—-nor am I. I’m about 15 pages into the last chapter, but it is coming.
Thank you for the support. It is always nice to hear.
FK
Thank you for the support. It is always nice to hear.
FK
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Re: The Tutor, Volume II (ch. 16, 10/13)
So it turns out that this isn't the last chapter - this one was longer than expected, and I decided to break it into two parts.
Chapter 16 - Data Tampering
“So you think it was Jenny who sent that email?” Annie asked, a look of incredulity on her face.
“She all but admitted that it was her. She told me I was wasting my time with you and that she could give me ‘what I need’. That sounds a lot like someone who tried to split us up, doesn’t it?”
The two of us were in Annie’s room, and I had just told her the whole story, including the part where Jenny undressed and tried to tempt me into dumping my girlfriend. There was no way I was going to give Jenny leverage by telling Annie anything less - even the part where Jenny accused me of being turned on by dominance.
That part was the part that upset me most, because I felt like it might have hit just a little too close to home.
Annie shook her head. “I can’t believe she did all of that. And threatening you after she’s been tormenting those pledges? You should get in touch with Melissa and tell her what Jenny’s been doing.”
“I don’t think Melissa is going to take my word over Jenny’s. They have history, and it’s easier to ditch me than to admit your pledge captain is off the rails and abusing sisters.” I shifted uncomfortably. “Annie - can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” she answered immediately. “No more secrets.”
I hesitated for a moment, then plunged ahead. “What Jenny said - about me being into dominating women - do you think that’s true?”
Annie took my hand. We were sitting side by side on her bed, leaning against the wall, and she bumped my shoulder with hers. “You mean do I think you’re Christian Gray’s math nerd counterpart?”
“Right,” I snorted. “Let me get my whip before we finish this discussion, Miss Jenkins. But seriously…do you think there’s truth to that? That the reason I’m trying this project with the DSig women is to satisfy something sexual? That I’m really just looking for an excuse to make women obey me?”
“Fred, if I told you that I thought it was kind of hot when I had to strip over essay errors, would you think I had a kink for exposing myself? Or if I told you that the thought of getting a spanking from you isn’t the most horrible thing I could imagine? Would you think I was a masochist?” Annie squeezed my hand. “We all have fantasies or things that we might find attractive under some circumstances, but those things don’t define who we are. I’d never let some random guy spank me, but you aren’t a random guy, and if you did it the right way, I can see how it would be a turn-on.”
“Okay, but most regular people don’t have jobs which give them freedom to spank or strip their clients,” I pointed out. “This whole ‘special tutoring’ thing is designed to give me control and power.
“First off, WE designed the idea, remember? It wasn’t just you. And I was the one who encouraged you to pursue it,” she answered. “Yes, you’ve given your clients some punishments, but have you spanked them all? Made them all strip for you? Have you given them arbitrary punishments?”
“No,” I admitted. “I’ve always given punishments for specific violations of our agreement.”
“Then you aren’t a fetishist, Fred. You’re doing your job. Sure, it’s an unusual approach to your job, but none of these people have been forced into it against their will, and none of them have quit.”
“But what about the pledges? Annalee? Violet? Laura? They don’t really have a choice, do they? There’s a lot they could lose if they quit.”
“Fred, you can’t blame yourself for their desire to be in a sorority.” Annie paused for a moment. “But if you want to do something about it, it seems pretty clear what you need to do.”
I looked at her curiously. “What’s that?”
“You need to find a way to take Jenny down. Get her out of there before she gets control of the whole sorority. If she’s out of the picture, there’s at least one fewer sadists making those girls’ lives hell. Plus you make me happy. That bitch tried to break us up, and she called me an idiot, and I owe her some payback.” Annie grinned wickedly. “What do you say? Want to take down a bleach-blonde skanky bitch from hell?”
I grinned back. “Oh, hell yes.”
I was expecting to receive notice from Delta Sigma that my contract had been terminated, but instead, I heard nothing at all for the next two days. Having assumed that I was out, I had stopped checking on assignments from the pledges, but by day three I still hadn’t heard a word from DSig, so I decided that I should at least check on my clients to see if they were still expecting help. All three had largely kept themselves up to date with their work, which was a nice surprise, although I imagined that none of them were looking to give Jenny any extra opportunities to inflict punishment or humiliation on them.
I sent an email to each of the three women, asking them to check in with me and let me know if they were having any issues, but all I got back were terse “all good” messages. I might not be fired, but I probably was the best person to be seen talking to, either, if you were under Jenny’s thumb.
Later that afternoon, I was just finishing up a problem set when I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. Collins 3, 8PM. Rear Stairwell.
I wasn’t eager to go to a meeting with an unknown person, especially after being ambushed by Jenny last time, but Annie ended up convincing me. “You’ll be in a public space. I can go with you. If there’s a problem, I’ll back your story. If one of the pledges is trying to contact you, this might be the opportunity we’ve been waiting for. The risk is low for a potentially high return.”
“And what if it’s Jenny who shows up?” I asked, folding my arms.
“Then you better get security, because I’m going to rip her eyes out.”
Did I mention that Annie could be a little intense?
After getting a promise from Annie that she would at least try to restrain herself, the two of us went to dinner. Over a plate of chicken and rice, we racked our brains to come up with an idea that would defang Jenny, but no matter what we brainstormed, it all came back to the same basic problem - she was deeply embedded in the organization, and she had the support of the president, and presumably the rest of the chapter. We would never win a confrontation with her directly; the chapter would rally around her, and we would suddenly have thirty enemies instead of just one. No, the only answer was to somehow expose Jenny’s behavior in front of the rest of the sorority.
“Maybe you could reach out to her and say you changed your mind?” Annie suggested. “You know, go back with a hidden recorder or a camera or something and apologize to her, then get her talking about turning the sorority into toys for the two of you to play with?”
“It’ll never work,” I said, shaking my head. “She’s too smart. She’d wonder instantly why I was suddenly jumping on board with this after turning her down so hard. She’d smell a rat and turn all of our efforts against us.”
Annie thought for a moment, and then that gleam appeared in her eyes. “You’re right. You’d need to show her some proof that you were serious. Something she couldn’t argue away. Something like a girlfriend you had turned into a submissive, maybe?”
My eyes widened. “You can’t be serious! That isn’t happening. Not only would that drag you into the middle of this, but there’s no telling how Jenny would react to seeing you there. She knows you have every reason to despise her; why would she believe you would put yourself under her thumb, even indirectly?”
With a sigh, Annie sat back. “I’m out of ideas. We’re just going to have to hope that whoever sent the text can give us something to work with. If they don’t, I’m still up for sneaking up behind her, blindfolding her, and shaving her bald.”
At 5 minutes to eight, Annie and I walked in to Collins and headed to the back of the library. I was looking left and right for any sign of someone I knew, but I wasn’t surprised that I saw nothing out of the ordinary. I turned to Annie. “Maybe you should wait down here? What if seeing you with me scares off whoever this is?”
“Fuck that,” she said. “I’m not sitting back and letting you get jumped by some guy Jenny paid off. Besides, virtually every movie where someone gets a note to come to a secret meeting like this ends up being a trap, and here you are Scooby-Dooing.”
“Scooby-Dooing?”
“You know - ‘Let’s split up so we can cover more ground! Daphne and I will take the first floor, and Shaggy and Scooby can go check out the spooky basement.’ Except Shaggy and Scooby end up getting axe-murdered instead of just running around while someone plays some sort of musical number in the background.”
“That’s weirdly specific, Annie,” I said, but I didn’t object when she followed me into the far stairwell. The two of us climbed to the third floor together, passing the odd art that had been chosen to “de-sterilize” the space at the landings. Who chose this stuff, anyway, I thought, passing what looked like a featureless, three-dimensional plaster mold of a dog’s head and front paws leaping upward out of the wall. At least they could have put a 3-d frisbee coming out of the opposite wall or something.
We exited on the third floor, but the space around the stairwell was empty. There was a small cluster of chairs tucked into the stacks nearby, and we took two of them. “Do you think it was bullshit?” Annie asked, eyes searching the rows of books for any sign of movement. “Maybe someone has a camera on us right now. I wouldn’t put it past Jenny to stage something.”
“You being here probably kills anything like that she could have thrown together.” I looked at my watch - 8:03 PM. “Let’s give it a few more minutes, but keep your eyes open. I don’t like not knowing what’s going on.”
The click of a door made me spin in my seat. It was a study carrel - one in a long row along the eastern wall on the floor. Seniors could apply for one if they were honors students; the small rooms had a lamp and desk and a small bookshelf where books checked out for research could be kept. They saw a lot more use at exam time and at the end of the year, but most of them were unoccupied on any given night.
The head that poked out, however, wasn’t one belonging to a senior. It was Laura, and she beckoned us over to the small space with a “hurry up” gesture. Annie and I looked at each other, then jumped up and made our way quickly to the door. The lights were off inside, but there was enough coming through the doorway and the small glass sidelight for me to see Annalee and Violet inside as well. “We need to talk,” Laura whispered.
The tiny space was never meant to hold five people; there was enough room for Annie and I to sit on the floor with knees pulled up to our chests, and even then we were squeezed pretty tightly against Laura. Violet perched on the desk, long legs dangling, and Annalee opted to stand. “Can’t sit comfortably anyway,” she muttered.
“Sorry about the tight fit,” Laura said, “but we needed somewhere where Jenny couldn’t spot us, and I talked one of the other sisters into lending me the key. She thinks I’m meeting a guy here because of an oversensitive roommate.”
“Laura’s been here for a couple hours now,” Violet said. “Annalee and I came separately. Jenny has been all over us since whatever went down with you two in the basement. She says the three of us are on “restrictive probation”, and we have to tell her when we leave the house for anything but classes.”
“Won’t she be able to see where you are on your phones? I’m sure she’s got you sharing your locations, right?” Annie asked.
“I left mine back at the house, locked in my room, and put a note on my door that I have a migraine and am sleeping it off,” Annalee replied. “It happens often enough that no one will question it.”
“My phone is currently running around the campus with a teammate,” Violet grinned. “She’s not going to question me being in the gym or going for a run.”
“That’s a lot of trouble to come see your official tutor,” I said. “Why not just call me?”
“Because there’s no telling what Jenny would do if she found out we called you,” Laura said. “You don’t understand how bad things have gotten, Fred. What you saw at the party? That was a warm-up. I made the mistake of going out to get some snacks from the market without letting her know what I was doing. When I got back, Jenny was waiting at the door.”
* * *
Laura stepped off the bus, bag in hand, and set off down the street towards Delta Sigma. Monday’s test was going to be a critical one, and if she was going to really buckle down and study, she needed supplies - chocolate, rice cakes, and a bag of apples. She liked to keep her snacks next to her while she was studying; it kept her from wandering away and getting distracted by a conversation with someone else or whatever was on TV. If there was one thing she had learned from Fred, it was the importance of focusing when she studied. One hour of true concentration was worth three hours of distracted study time, and with her grades finally starting to turn a corner, she wasn’t going to let up now.
She turned onto the front walk to the sorority house, ready to get out of the cold. Then the front door swung open, and Laura felt a totally different sort of chill. Jenny was standing there in the doorway, and she had her paddle in hand. Fuck! Laura thought to herself, biting her lip as she tried to force a smile onto her face. “Hey, Jenny! I just ran out to get some study snacks before I started prepping for..”
“Do I LOOK like I care why you left the house, pledge?” Jenny snapped. “Are you or are you not currently on restriction?”
Laura tried again. “Yes, but I wasn’t going OUT - I went to the grocery store!”
“Did you get PERMISSION to go anywhere, pledge?”
“No,” sighed Laura. She knew where this was going, and she knew that argument was pointless. Better to just get it over with and hope Jenny would move on quickly.
“Get your ass into the house then!” Jenny snarled. Laura scurried up the stairs into the foyer, and Jenny shut the door behind her. “You violated a direct instruction I gave you, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Jenny,” Laura said, eyes on the floor. Any studying she was going to get done tonight was going to be on her stomach on her bed—IF she could still focus after Jenny got done with that paddle.
“And what happens when you violate a direct instruction, pledge?”
“Discipline, ma’am.” She put down the bag and took off her coat, then bent over with her hands on her knees.
The sound of the paddle connecting with her jeans was like a wet towel against the floor, but it felt like her ass was suddenly on fire. Laura yelped, but she kept in position, knowing that breaking stance would make things much worse. A second swat exploded against her bottom, and then a third.
“Get up!’ Jenny ordered. “Paddling you is a waste of time. You haven’t learned a damn thing from it. It’s clearly going to take something more to get your attention, pledge. Let’s go!” The blonde strode down the hall, Laura scurrying awkwardly behind her, bag and coat in hand. When they arrived at Jenny’s room, she threw the door open. “Inside!”
Laura stepped in, and Jenny gave her a shove that sent her staggering to the middle of the room. “Drop your shit and get undressed. I want you naked in fifteen seconds, or I’m going to paddle your ass until you can’t sit for a month! MOVE!”
Laura dropped her things on the floor and began to pull off clothing. Maybe a month or two ago she would have tried to argue or resist, but not anymore. Jenny had made sure that everyone knew just how creative she could be when it came to making a pledge miserable. Laura’s sweater, shirt, and jeans hit the ground in rapid succession.
When she paused, Jenny looked at her. “Did I say to stop in your underwear? Get it off!” Unhappily, Laura reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. At this point, she hardly even blushed anymore, even when her panties followed. Completely bare, she stood at attention, waiting for whatever humiliation was coming next.
“Since you have so much free time that you can go out without permission, pledge, I’m gonna have you do a chore for me. I need my laundry done.” Jenny opened her closet and pulled out a hamper that was about three-quarters full. “You’re going to wash, dry, and fold my clothes. Right now. When I get MY clothing back nice and clean, you can have YOUR clothes again. Until then, get your naked ass to work, and don’t you fucking DARE leave this building without permission again! Am I clear, pledge?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Laura said, her heart sinking. Running even two loads of laundry and then drying them meant at least two hours, and the house’s washers and dryers were down on the first floor. That meant two hours of public nudity, because she knew that Jenny would be checking to make sure Laura was standing at those machines waiting for the clothing the whole time, exposed and on display for anyone who came in. She picked up the hamper and carried it out into the hallway, then down the hall to her own room to pick up detergent and her notes. At least she could try to study while she stood there at the washer.
Laura had never been particularly insecure about her body, but she had also never had to consider being naked in a house full of good-looking, judgmental women as part of that equation. The laundry room was at the back of the house, so she didn’t have to deal with sisters just randomly walking by, but the ones who did walk in were more than enough to make Laura wish she could vanish. Another pledge, a girl named Hayley, came in with a basket of her own; she took one look at Laura, gave her a sympathetic look, and turned around and left. It was the nicest thing she could do; Jenny had banned the other pledges from even speaking with the three on probation. All the pledges had seen the way that Laura, Annalee, and Violet had been treated, and no one wanted to draw Jenny’s ire and find themselves in the same terrible place.
So Laura did Jenny’s laundry, not even giving in to the impulse to accidentally shrink a few items in the dryer. She folded carefully. And she was not in the least bit surprised when, as she left the room with a full basket, she heard Jenny’s voice from the lounge where the sisters hung out and watched television. “Get in here, pledge! I want to check that before you take it upstairs. You better not have screwed my clothes up.”
Laura obediently walked into the room with the basket in front of her, covering her nakedness as much as possible, Even as she turned bright red, she was unsurprised that there were several guys in the lounge. The more humiliation Jenny could pile on, the happier she seemed to be.
“You want to set that down, pledge?” Jenny asked sweetly.
“No, thank you, ma’am. I’ll hold it,” Laura replied. One of the guys leaned forward, craning his neck so he could get an unobstructed view of Laura’s ass. “Looks like you gave her a few good ones,” he announced with a laugh. “Nice work, Jen! Now her ass is twice as hot!” He was the only one to laugh at his own joke, but it didn’t seem to bother him.
Jenny poked through the basket long enough to make sure Laura felt completely on display. Apparently, that wasn’t enough for the girl to feel like Laura had been properly penalized. “Pledge, get me that remote - I left it on the other chair.” She smirked as Laura did the calculation in her head, realizing that it didn’t matter how she juggled the hamper - a free hand wouldn’t be enough.
With a sign, Laura set the hamper down, walked over to the remote, picked it up, and handed it to Jenny. She stood there, completely naked, breasts and crotch only feet away from the guys in the room, and asked, “Will that be all, ma’am?”
“Take the basket to my room. And if you go out again without my permission, you won’t be wearing clothing for a full week. Understand?”
Laura picked up the hamper, covering herself. “Yes, ma’am.” She hurried out of the lounge and down the hall to Jenny’s room, where she left the laundry and quickly dressed. Mostly. Her panties were missing, but she wasn’t going to search for them and give Jenny more opportunities. She snatched the bag of snacks and her coat off the floor, then ran for her bedroom. Inside, she locked the door and burst into tears.
It wasn’t until nearly a half an hour later that she realized Jenny had stolen her chocolate, too.
* * *
“She made you stand there naked in front of them?” Annie said, a look of horror on her face. “Can she DO that?”
“Who’s going to stop her?” Violet replied. “She’s the president’s pick to take over next year, and as far as the sorority is concerned, the three of us are nothing but trouble. They had to hire YOU to fix us, remember?”
“Your grades, sure, but that’s totally different!” I protested.
“Fred, what the others know is that when we fuck up, we get punished. They have no reason to go digging into the details; we don’t matter enough,” Violet said, a note of frustration in her voice.
“Or they think we deserve it,” Annalee added. “I dug a pretty big hole with most of them early on this semester, so they don’t have a lot of sympathy.”
* * *
Annalee stood there, the string around her neck pulled taught as Val finished her snip. The shirt was already in tatters, but at least there was still enough of it to stay on, even if it was largely for show at this point.
“There you go, pledge. Behave better next time!” Val laughed, and headed off down the hall on her way to class. Annalee watched her go with a blank face. What was the point of losing her temper?
She was wearing about a third of a t shirt and a pair of shorts that were equally tattered. She was also wearing a pair of scissors on a string around her neck, and a printed sign that read “I was a bad pledge. Use the scissors to cut my clothes.” Annalee had thought it was stupid when she had put it on, but she also hadn’t expected that so many of her sisters would stop her to take a snip. She probably should have; it was foolishly optimistic to think that she was making progress with the sorority after getting off to a rough start. Even if the rest of the members were willing to forgive her attitude from earlier in the semester, they wouldn’t just forget it.
As she resumed sweeping the hall, Annalee thought with a grimace that Jenny had picked this punishment well. It went right at two things that she was particularly sensitive about - her modesty and her dignity. She hated that she cared so much about how people saw her. She hated how much she hated her body. And more than both, she hated that she needed Delta Sigma more than she wanted to admit. Without the sorority, Annalee would be completely isolated at Maxwell, without any friends or support system, and she couldn’t face that any more than she could face going home and admitting defeat to her mother.
She could deal with the exposure inside the house. Shredded clothing isn’t the same as nudity, she told herself. No one could really see her stomach, not clearly. No one could stare at her thighs and judge their thickness. She made a lot of fuss about morals, but the truth was that Annalee’s real issues with public exposure went right back to her mother and the constant judgement of her looks. She couldn’t even look at a dessert without hearing her mother’s voice in her head, dropping a cutting remark about her lack of self-discipline.
“Taking a break, pledge?”
Annalee’s head snapped around. Jenny was standing there, hands on hips, her face screwed up like she had just smelled something dead. “Is this your idea of sweeping the hallway? Standing and staring? Do you need some extra encouragement to get your assignment done?”
Annalee shook her head. “No, ma’am. I’m sorry.” She bent to her sweeping again, hoping the apology would suffice, but knowing that it wouldn’t. Not for Jenny.
“Tell me, pledge - have you spoken with your tutor? Has he been in touch with you?” Jenny grabbed the broom, making Annalee look up.
“No, ma’am. I told you about the email, and you watched me reply. I haven’t heard a thing since then,” Annalee said. She didn’t know why Jenny was suddenly so bent on keeping her and the others away from Fred, but if that’s what Jenny wanted, Annalee wanted the opposite.
“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you, pledge?” Jenny’s voice was low and threatening. She took hold of the scissors hanging from Annalee’s neck, and slipped her fingers into them. She slid the sharp blade along the redhead’s shoulder, letting the point dip under one of the thin pieces of fabric still holding the shirt in place. *SNIP.*. “Because I would be very unhappy.” She snipped again, and the right shoulder of the shirt parted entirely, falling away and leaving Annalee’s bra half-exposed. “And I am VERY good at uncovering things, pledge. Don’t you agree?” She slipped the tip of the scissors under Annalee’s bra strap.
“Yes, ma’am.” Annalee’s eyes went instinctively to her own shoulder before she yanked away. “I wouldn’t test you.”
Jenny pulled the scissors back, then let them drop. “Good. Now get this hallway clean, or I’ll have you wearing that sign to class tomorrow.” She stalked off, leaving Annalee alone in the hallway again. She got to work at once, but her luck didn’t hold out for long.
A group of four other pledges entered the hallway, clearly on their way back from a trip into town, laden with shopping bags. “Look, girls! The queen is cleaning!” laughed one of them, a leggy girl with jet black hair and lipstick that was such a dark red it was almost purple-brown. She read the sign around the redhead’s neck. “Cut your clothes, huh? Don’t mind if I do!” The other girls tittered as she pulled the waistband of Annalee’s shorts away from her hip, and sliced right through it and down the side with a single snip.
As the shorts peeled away and fell down her legs, Annalee managed to keep from moaning, her lips pressed tightly together as she stared resolutely in another direction. She ignored the mockery of her underwear choice; as soon as she had seen the sign and gotten away from Jenny, she had hurried back to her own room and quickly changed into the most boring, worn white cotton she owned. No sense in having nice things cut to shreds, she had thought. Now her pledge mates were proving her decision wise.
Of course, her pledge mates should have been more supportive and less vicious, but Annalee knew her own attitude was coming back to bite her in the ass. She had been unwilling to make friends with any of the others, and had been downright rude at times, so it was no surprise they were happy to take the opportunity to get a little revenge. And if it meant that Annalee cleaned the hallway in her panties, well..that wasn’t as bad as getting paddled in front of a crowd of screaming, drunk frat bros, right?
* * *
“EIGHT!”
Violet held on to the edge of the ping-pong table as hard as she could. Her knuckles were white, and her eyes were squeezed shut. She could hear the laughing, jeering voices around her; no need to see them.
Another “THWACK” sound, and the fire surged again over Violet’s ass. The “NINE” shouted by the crowd was lost to her as she choked back a cry of pain. Only one more to go. She had to hold on.
The final swat seemed like it was twice as hard as the previous one, driving Violet up on her toes. This time, she couldn’t hold the yelp back; it came out as a high, agonized squeal. Her brain was trying to tell her that it was over, but her bottom wasn’t listening, and so she bounced in place, hands still clamped on the edge of the table, butt trying to shake out some of the scorching sting.
Jenny’s arms were folded, and she scowled at the guy from Beta when he handed her back the paddle. “One more game!” she demanded. “You just got lucky on that last shot!” She gestured at the cups. “Set ‘em up again.”
“Same stakes?” the Beta asked. Violet felt her bottom pulse angrily. She was already going to be sitting awkwardly all day; much more and she’d have trouble with her running, too.
“No,” Jenny said. “Let’s raise them. If I win, you and the Betas bring three kegs to the next DSig party. If I lose, my pledge here will pay off the loss again - but this time, you can bare her ass for it.”
Violet couldn’t help it. She gave Jenny a “What the actual fuck?” look with wide eyes. Her butt had already taken ten swats with a paddle, and now she was going to expect Violet to take ten more bare? Violet didn’t give a crap about baring her butt, but her scholarship was based on her ability to perform athletically, and no one ran well with bruises and welts rubbing every stride of the way.
Jenny met her look with absolute ice. “Is there a problem, pledge?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Violet said, gritting her teeth. “If I take ten more on the bare, it’s going to hurt my running, and we’re in competition season. I can’t lose my scholarship, ma’am.”
The other girl snorted. “That’s not my problem, is it, pledge? But I’ll tell you what - if you’re worried about that, I’m sure Bobby here will take an alternate payment. Say, a nice 15 second flash?” Jenny’s self-satisfied grin was almost enough to get Violet to slap her across the face, no matter what it would cost her. “That seems fair, doesn’t it, pledge?”
Violet looked at Jenny with barely contained contempt. “Oh, absolutely fair, ma’am. Thank you SO much for understanding.”
Jenny turned her back on Violet. “So? Set the damn cups up!”
Of course, Jenny lost the round again. Violet knew she would. She had seen Jenny play beer pong before, and she was good at it - much better than her play here. This was about humiliation, and about the older girl’s desire to inflict it as often as possible on any pledge she could target safely. The pledgemistress loved nothing more than seeing another girl squirm, and the more public the shame, the happier it made her. She was clearly psycho, but for Violet, the only available solution was to ride it out. She was in the “outcast” group with Annalee and Laura, but she felt like the other sisters were more sympathetic towards her than the other two. She wasn’t disruptive or disrespectful, and most of the girls seemed to admire her intense commitment to her training. If she could just keep her head down and gut out this semester, she was sure things would change, and so she had borne the abuse from Jenny without complaint.
For the most part, it hadn’t been a huge deal. A few swats here and there, the wet t-shirt at the party, and extra chores at the house. Up until now, Fred’s wedgie and that nickname he had saddled her with were the worst she’d endured, at least in her mind. Even the paddling today had been tolerable. But this? Forcing her to flash this guy or take another swat that could derail her scholarship?
She ignored the frat boy as much as she could. She pulled her sports bra up and let her breasts pop out, counting out loud to fifteen in a bored voice. She didn’t even blush. Violet wasn’t ashamed of her body, and she was used to running in next to nothing. Bobby was a nonentity in her world, and she wasn’t going to show weakness in front of Jenny. But Violet was a distance runner, and one thing runners learn is patience. Bide your time, stay on pace, and wait for the right moment to make your move.
“Damn, Delta Sigma girls are still the hottest, Jen. Call me anytime you want a rematch,” Bobby said, eyes locked on Violet’s bare tits. Idiot couldn’t even tell just how unattractive she found him. She pulled the bra back down on “fifteen” and stood there waiting for Jenny to dismiss her.
“Well done, pledge,” Jenny said to her once Bobby was gone and they were on their way. “You aren’t as big a disappointment as the other two. At least you have some balls.”
The taller girl didn’t respond. Jenny didn’t care what she had to say; she liked to hear herself talk. But Violet had filed this moment away with the others, and as the other girl droned on, she made up her mind. It was time to make a move.
* * *
“So that’s when we decided to text you,” Laura finished.
Annie had listened to Annalee and Violet with increasing fury. “That….person!…is pure evil! She’s a sadistic, manipulative, lying piece of crap! And I can’t believe that no one at Delta Sigma is stopping her! You should be going to the Dean or something with this!”
“Absolutely not!” Annalee said, and the other two nodded. “If Jenny was hit by a car, I’d ask it to back up again, but if we report the sorority, we won’t just be taking down Jenny. We’ll be blowing up all of Delta Sigma. You know how hazing is right now - it’s there, and people know it’s still there, but everyone looks the other direction unless they’re forced to. So when they ARE forced to look, they have to come down on it like a ton of bricks, or the colleges get dragged through the mud and into lawsuits. Delta Sigma isn’t perfect, but the reasons I wanted to join haven’t changed - the benefits are worth it when I get out of Maxwell.”
Violet nodded. “And don’t forget how the girls who forced the most powerful sorority on campus to shut down would end up treated. People come after rape victims with death threats, Annie. If we get DSig closed over a few extra swats on the ass and some humiliation, we’re going to have to change schools. Maybe even change our names. And my scholarship won’t transfer, either.”
“I’m not going to pretend I’ve had the best experience, either,” Laura said, “but most of the sisters are fine. The problem is Jenny, not the sorority.”
“All right - I still think you should burn down the whole thing and dance in the ashes, but I’m not the one who’s been the victim here. It’s your call,” Annie conceded. “But Jenny? She tried to fuck up the best thing I’ve had since I got a bike when I was 11. She has to go down.”
“You won’t get any argument from us,” Laura said. “But she’s in with Melissa, and we have no leverage. She’s bad-mouthed Fred enough that his credibility is weak. We can’t win a direct confrontation with her, because the sisters would take her side over some pledges who have a reputation for getting into trouble.”
The argument over what to do continued, but I wasn’t listening anymore. I was thinking about what Violet had said about the sorority turning on them for putting it in jeopardy, and about Laura’s “we have no leverage.” A glimmer of an idea started to form. My voice cut through the chatter: “Do any of you have a notebook?”
When Laura handed me one from her bag, I pulled out my pen and started jotting things down as fast as I could. Leverage. Motivation. This was the stuff I knew, right? This was the whole tutoring gig - figuring out how to change behavior with the right leverage applied the right way. This was my thing. And I was good at it.
“Fred?” Annie asked, looking at me scribbling. “What is it?” Then, all of the sudden, I got that amazing smile again. “You have an idea, don’t you?” she laughed. “I’ve seen that look before! That’s the look that you got right before I ended up writing an essay with my clothes on the line!”
This time, I grinned with her. “I have an idea. It’s going to take some careful timing, but if you’re all on board, I think we could pull it off. Of course, if it goes sideways, we’re all screwed big time.”
“We’re already screwed,” Laura said. “I don’t know about you two,” she continued, looking at Annalee and Violet, “but I’d rather try anything than sit here pretending that there’s still a chance we don’t get booted before the end of the year if Jenny stays in charge.”
The other two nodded in agreement. “Well, Fred,” Annalee turned to me and said, “I guess we’re on board. Try not to ruin our lives, okay?”
“Hey, no pressure, right?” I replied, trying to look less nervous. “All right. So here’s what I’m thinking….”
* * *
From: Laura Bonner <Lbonner07@maxwell.edu>
To: Jennifer Turner <JTurner322@maxwell.edu>
Subject: Laundry duty
Ma’am-
I understand that being a member of Delta Sigma is a huge honor and a huge privilege, and I don’t want to sound like I’m whining, but the laundry assignment you gave me as punishment for leaving the house without clearing it really seemed unfair to me - especially bringing people outside of the house into it. If you feel like I deserve to be punished, that’s fine, but calling me into a room with guys while I’m completely naked by your instruction is taking things a little far, isn’t it? I’m not going to make a big thing out of it, but can we agree that’s a line not to cross in the future? I’ll spend the semester cleaning the kitchen naked if that’s what you require, but not in front of people outside the sorority.
Thank you for understanding,
Laura
* * *
From: Jennifer Turner <JTurner322@maxwell.edu>
To: Laura Bonner <Lbonner07@maxwell.edu>
Subject: Re: Laundry duty
Oh, boo hoo - did someone get embarrassed in front of BOYS?
If you want to avoid punishment, stop screwing up, pledge. Delta Sigma isn’t for crybabies. It’s for women who are going to succeed and who are unafraid. We are the elite on campus for a reason. Maybe you don’t belong here if you can’t handle a simple disciplinary action. Think about it before emailing me again.
J
* * *
From: Annalee Allgood <AAllgood0101@maxwell.edu>
To: Jennifer Turner <JTurner322@maxwell.edu>
Subject: Status
Ma’am-
I’ve now been on restriction for two full weeks, during which time my grades have remained perfect. I haven’t had a single incident with my fellow pledges or with a sister during this time, either. I have learned the importance of being a proper sister in the sorority, and will not be making the same mistakes again.
Would you please consider lifting my restriction? I would like to be able to go out with other pledges to socialize without having to find you to obtain permission, so I can continue to build relationships.
Sincerely,
Annalee
* * *
From: Jennifer Turner <JTurner322@maxwell.edu>
To: ‘Annoying brat’ <AAllgood0101@maxwell.edu>
Subject: Re: Status
Congratulations! You managed not to be a total bitch for TWO WHOLE WEEKS! Your mother must be SO proud of you. I wouldn’t know. I stopped taking her calls begging for more chances for you.
I’m sorry that you find your restriction inconvenient. May I suggest that you try A BIG HELPING OF SHUT THE FUCK UP? You come off restriction when and IF I decide to let you off. Honestly, all of us would be just as happy if you decide to de-restrict your stick-up-the-ass self right out of the sorority, so please feel free to do so at your convenience. Otherwise, expect ten with the paddle the next time I see your sorry ass for annoying me more than usual.
VERY Sincerely,
Jenny
* * *
From: Violet Morris <VMorris86@maxwell.edu>
To: Jennifer Turner <JTurner322@maxwell.edu>
Subject: Pledge Schedule
Ma’am,
I saw the pledge duty schedule this morning, and I am scheduled again to do breakfast prep. I have my mandatory training runs on weekday mornings, and I am already getting in trouble with my coaches for being late because I’m coming from morning pledge duty. In the past, I was able to trade my duty with another pledge and work around the problem, but the new rules about not trading duties means that is no longer an option for me.
I want to remain a part of Delta Sigma, and I want to be a team player, but if I can’t do either if I lose my scholarship. I don’t care what duty you give me, or when you schedule it. Put me on Saturday post-party bathroom cleaning duty every week - I won’t complain. Just PLEASE let me avoid conflicts with my athletic responsibilities.
Thank you!
Violet
* * *
From: Jennifer Turner <JTurner322@maxwell.edu>
To: Violet Morris <VMorris86@maxwell.edu>
Subject: Re: Pledge Schedule
Morris-
I like you, so I’ll pretend you didn’t send me this message.
If you want to be a Delta Sigma, you need to be a Delta Sigma before EVERYTHING ELSE. If that means you have to make excuses to your coaches and figure it out, you do it. If it means you have to beg them for a different schedule or tell them you can’t run in the morning because you have cramps or some shit like that, you do it. Delta Sigma is FIRST. Understand? Before your classes, before your job, before your fucking husband (or wife - we don’t discriminate) or your kid’s birthday.
Toughen up. Make it work. Get up earlier if you have to. You’re a badass, right? Or are you just a poser like those other two?
Don’t let me down, Morris.
J
* * *
From: Jennifer Turner <JTurner322@maxwell.edu>
To: ‘The Prez’ <DSig@maxwell.edu>
Subject: Tutoring Issue
Melissa-
I didn’t want to bring this up, but I don’t think I have any choice. It isn’t just about me.
A few days ago, Fred came by to ‘check on the girls.’ He asked to talk to me privately, so I took him downstairs where we could have a conference about the progress of our three troublemakers without anyone else overhearing. Privacy rights and all that.
While we were in the basement, he made a move on me. He told me that he was enjoying his little harem of obedient girls, and that having three hot women he could spank anytime he wanted was a huge turn-on. Then he looked at me - you know that look, the one where they’re imagining you naked? Ew! - and asked if “I had been a naughty little girl who needed a little discipline.” When I told him that he was way out of line, he offered to split the salary we were paying him with me if I could funnel more girls into his ‘critical situation’ program and keep my mouth shut. I slapped him and told him to fuck off, and he left.
I wouldn’t have bothered you with this if it was just about me, but since this involves pledges who might feel trapped, I thought I should report it to you. I’ve instructed the girls to avoid all contact with Fred, including email, and told them that we would be firing him at the end of the semester. We need to wait until then to make sure he doesn’t sabotage their grades somehow.
I’m sorry about all of this. It’s on me because I was the one who brought a predator into our sorority. I can’t believe I recommended him, but I’m going to make sure that fucker never gets a job on campus again. I just wanted you in the loop.
Jenny
* * *
Chapter 16 - Data Tampering
“So you think it was Jenny who sent that email?” Annie asked, a look of incredulity on her face.
“She all but admitted that it was her. She told me I was wasting my time with you and that she could give me ‘what I need’. That sounds a lot like someone who tried to split us up, doesn’t it?”
The two of us were in Annie’s room, and I had just told her the whole story, including the part where Jenny undressed and tried to tempt me into dumping my girlfriend. There was no way I was going to give Jenny leverage by telling Annie anything less - even the part where Jenny accused me of being turned on by dominance.
That part was the part that upset me most, because I felt like it might have hit just a little too close to home.
Annie shook her head. “I can’t believe she did all of that. And threatening you after she’s been tormenting those pledges? You should get in touch with Melissa and tell her what Jenny’s been doing.”
“I don’t think Melissa is going to take my word over Jenny’s. They have history, and it’s easier to ditch me than to admit your pledge captain is off the rails and abusing sisters.” I shifted uncomfortably. “Annie - can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” she answered immediately. “No more secrets.”
I hesitated for a moment, then plunged ahead. “What Jenny said - about me being into dominating women - do you think that’s true?”
Annie took my hand. We were sitting side by side on her bed, leaning against the wall, and she bumped my shoulder with hers. “You mean do I think you’re Christian Gray’s math nerd counterpart?”
“Right,” I snorted. “Let me get my whip before we finish this discussion, Miss Jenkins. But seriously…do you think there’s truth to that? That the reason I’m trying this project with the DSig women is to satisfy something sexual? That I’m really just looking for an excuse to make women obey me?”
“Fred, if I told you that I thought it was kind of hot when I had to strip over essay errors, would you think I had a kink for exposing myself? Or if I told you that the thought of getting a spanking from you isn’t the most horrible thing I could imagine? Would you think I was a masochist?” Annie squeezed my hand. “We all have fantasies or things that we might find attractive under some circumstances, but those things don’t define who we are. I’d never let some random guy spank me, but you aren’t a random guy, and if you did it the right way, I can see how it would be a turn-on.”
“Okay, but most regular people don’t have jobs which give them freedom to spank or strip their clients,” I pointed out. “This whole ‘special tutoring’ thing is designed to give me control and power.
“First off, WE designed the idea, remember? It wasn’t just you. And I was the one who encouraged you to pursue it,” she answered. “Yes, you’ve given your clients some punishments, but have you spanked them all? Made them all strip for you? Have you given them arbitrary punishments?”
“No,” I admitted. “I’ve always given punishments for specific violations of our agreement.”
“Then you aren’t a fetishist, Fred. You’re doing your job. Sure, it’s an unusual approach to your job, but none of these people have been forced into it against their will, and none of them have quit.”
“But what about the pledges? Annalee? Violet? Laura? They don’t really have a choice, do they? There’s a lot they could lose if they quit.”
“Fred, you can’t blame yourself for their desire to be in a sorority.” Annie paused for a moment. “But if you want to do something about it, it seems pretty clear what you need to do.”
I looked at her curiously. “What’s that?”
“You need to find a way to take Jenny down. Get her out of there before she gets control of the whole sorority. If she’s out of the picture, there’s at least one fewer sadists making those girls’ lives hell. Plus you make me happy. That bitch tried to break us up, and she called me an idiot, and I owe her some payback.” Annie grinned wickedly. “What do you say? Want to take down a bleach-blonde skanky bitch from hell?”
I grinned back. “Oh, hell yes.”
I was expecting to receive notice from Delta Sigma that my contract had been terminated, but instead, I heard nothing at all for the next two days. Having assumed that I was out, I had stopped checking on assignments from the pledges, but by day three I still hadn’t heard a word from DSig, so I decided that I should at least check on my clients to see if they were still expecting help. All three had largely kept themselves up to date with their work, which was a nice surprise, although I imagined that none of them were looking to give Jenny any extra opportunities to inflict punishment or humiliation on them.
I sent an email to each of the three women, asking them to check in with me and let me know if they were having any issues, but all I got back were terse “all good” messages. I might not be fired, but I probably was the best person to be seen talking to, either, if you were under Jenny’s thumb.
Later that afternoon, I was just finishing up a problem set when I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. Collins 3, 8PM. Rear Stairwell.
I wasn’t eager to go to a meeting with an unknown person, especially after being ambushed by Jenny last time, but Annie ended up convincing me. “You’ll be in a public space. I can go with you. If there’s a problem, I’ll back your story. If one of the pledges is trying to contact you, this might be the opportunity we’ve been waiting for. The risk is low for a potentially high return.”
“And what if it’s Jenny who shows up?” I asked, folding my arms.
“Then you better get security, because I’m going to rip her eyes out.”
Did I mention that Annie could be a little intense?
After getting a promise from Annie that she would at least try to restrain herself, the two of us went to dinner. Over a plate of chicken and rice, we racked our brains to come up with an idea that would defang Jenny, but no matter what we brainstormed, it all came back to the same basic problem - she was deeply embedded in the organization, and she had the support of the president, and presumably the rest of the chapter. We would never win a confrontation with her directly; the chapter would rally around her, and we would suddenly have thirty enemies instead of just one. No, the only answer was to somehow expose Jenny’s behavior in front of the rest of the sorority.
“Maybe you could reach out to her and say you changed your mind?” Annie suggested. “You know, go back with a hidden recorder or a camera or something and apologize to her, then get her talking about turning the sorority into toys for the two of you to play with?”
“It’ll never work,” I said, shaking my head. “She’s too smart. She’d wonder instantly why I was suddenly jumping on board with this after turning her down so hard. She’d smell a rat and turn all of our efforts against us.”
Annie thought for a moment, and then that gleam appeared in her eyes. “You’re right. You’d need to show her some proof that you were serious. Something she couldn’t argue away. Something like a girlfriend you had turned into a submissive, maybe?”
My eyes widened. “You can’t be serious! That isn’t happening. Not only would that drag you into the middle of this, but there’s no telling how Jenny would react to seeing you there. She knows you have every reason to despise her; why would she believe you would put yourself under her thumb, even indirectly?”
With a sigh, Annie sat back. “I’m out of ideas. We’re just going to have to hope that whoever sent the text can give us something to work with. If they don’t, I’m still up for sneaking up behind her, blindfolding her, and shaving her bald.”
At 5 minutes to eight, Annie and I walked in to Collins and headed to the back of the library. I was looking left and right for any sign of someone I knew, but I wasn’t surprised that I saw nothing out of the ordinary. I turned to Annie. “Maybe you should wait down here? What if seeing you with me scares off whoever this is?”
“Fuck that,” she said. “I’m not sitting back and letting you get jumped by some guy Jenny paid off. Besides, virtually every movie where someone gets a note to come to a secret meeting like this ends up being a trap, and here you are Scooby-Dooing.”
“Scooby-Dooing?”
“You know - ‘Let’s split up so we can cover more ground! Daphne and I will take the first floor, and Shaggy and Scooby can go check out the spooky basement.’ Except Shaggy and Scooby end up getting axe-murdered instead of just running around while someone plays some sort of musical number in the background.”
“That’s weirdly specific, Annie,” I said, but I didn’t object when she followed me into the far stairwell. The two of us climbed to the third floor together, passing the odd art that had been chosen to “de-sterilize” the space at the landings. Who chose this stuff, anyway, I thought, passing what looked like a featureless, three-dimensional plaster mold of a dog’s head and front paws leaping upward out of the wall. At least they could have put a 3-d frisbee coming out of the opposite wall or something.
We exited on the third floor, but the space around the stairwell was empty. There was a small cluster of chairs tucked into the stacks nearby, and we took two of them. “Do you think it was bullshit?” Annie asked, eyes searching the rows of books for any sign of movement. “Maybe someone has a camera on us right now. I wouldn’t put it past Jenny to stage something.”
“You being here probably kills anything like that she could have thrown together.” I looked at my watch - 8:03 PM. “Let’s give it a few more minutes, but keep your eyes open. I don’t like not knowing what’s going on.”
The click of a door made me spin in my seat. It was a study carrel - one in a long row along the eastern wall on the floor. Seniors could apply for one if they were honors students; the small rooms had a lamp and desk and a small bookshelf where books checked out for research could be kept. They saw a lot more use at exam time and at the end of the year, but most of them were unoccupied on any given night.
The head that poked out, however, wasn’t one belonging to a senior. It was Laura, and she beckoned us over to the small space with a “hurry up” gesture. Annie and I looked at each other, then jumped up and made our way quickly to the door. The lights were off inside, but there was enough coming through the doorway and the small glass sidelight for me to see Annalee and Violet inside as well. “We need to talk,” Laura whispered.
The tiny space was never meant to hold five people; there was enough room for Annie and I to sit on the floor with knees pulled up to our chests, and even then we were squeezed pretty tightly against Laura. Violet perched on the desk, long legs dangling, and Annalee opted to stand. “Can’t sit comfortably anyway,” she muttered.
“Sorry about the tight fit,” Laura said, “but we needed somewhere where Jenny couldn’t spot us, and I talked one of the other sisters into lending me the key. She thinks I’m meeting a guy here because of an oversensitive roommate.”
“Laura’s been here for a couple hours now,” Violet said. “Annalee and I came separately. Jenny has been all over us since whatever went down with you two in the basement. She says the three of us are on “restrictive probation”, and we have to tell her when we leave the house for anything but classes.”
“Won’t she be able to see where you are on your phones? I’m sure she’s got you sharing your locations, right?” Annie asked.
“I left mine back at the house, locked in my room, and put a note on my door that I have a migraine and am sleeping it off,” Annalee replied. “It happens often enough that no one will question it.”
“My phone is currently running around the campus with a teammate,” Violet grinned. “She’s not going to question me being in the gym or going for a run.”
“That’s a lot of trouble to come see your official tutor,” I said. “Why not just call me?”
“Because there’s no telling what Jenny would do if she found out we called you,” Laura said. “You don’t understand how bad things have gotten, Fred. What you saw at the party? That was a warm-up. I made the mistake of going out to get some snacks from the market without letting her know what I was doing. When I got back, Jenny was waiting at the door.”
* * *
Laura stepped off the bus, bag in hand, and set off down the street towards Delta Sigma. Monday’s test was going to be a critical one, and if she was going to really buckle down and study, she needed supplies - chocolate, rice cakes, and a bag of apples. She liked to keep her snacks next to her while she was studying; it kept her from wandering away and getting distracted by a conversation with someone else or whatever was on TV. If there was one thing she had learned from Fred, it was the importance of focusing when she studied. One hour of true concentration was worth three hours of distracted study time, and with her grades finally starting to turn a corner, she wasn’t going to let up now.
She turned onto the front walk to the sorority house, ready to get out of the cold. Then the front door swung open, and Laura felt a totally different sort of chill. Jenny was standing there in the doorway, and she had her paddle in hand. Fuck! Laura thought to herself, biting her lip as she tried to force a smile onto her face. “Hey, Jenny! I just ran out to get some study snacks before I started prepping for..”
“Do I LOOK like I care why you left the house, pledge?” Jenny snapped. “Are you or are you not currently on restriction?”
Laura tried again. “Yes, but I wasn’t going OUT - I went to the grocery store!”
“Did you get PERMISSION to go anywhere, pledge?”
“No,” sighed Laura. She knew where this was going, and she knew that argument was pointless. Better to just get it over with and hope Jenny would move on quickly.
“Get your ass into the house then!” Jenny snarled. Laura scurried up the stairs into the foyer, and Jenny shut the door behind her. “You violated a direct instruction I gave you, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Jenny,” Laura said, eyes on the floor. Any studying she was going to get done tonight was going to be on her stomach on her bed—IF she could still focus after Jenny got done with that paddle.
“And what happens when you violate a direct instruction, pledge?”
“Discipline, ma’am.” She put down the bag and took off her coat, then bent over with her hands on her knees.
The sound of the paddle connecting with her jeans was like a wet towel against the floor, but it felt like her ass was suddenly on fire. Laura yelped, but she kept in position, knowing that breaking stance would make things much worse. A second swat exploded against her bottom, and then a third.
“Get up!’ Jenny ordered. “Paddling you is a waste of time. You haven’t learned a damn thing from it. It’s clearly going to take something more to get your attention, pledge. Let’s go!” The blonde strode down the hall, Laura scurrying awkwardly behind her, bag and coat in hand. When they arrived at Jenny’s room, she threw the door open. “Inside!”
Laura stepped in, and Jenny gave her a shove that sent her staggering to the middle of the room. “Drop your shit and get undressed. I want you naked in fifteen seconds, or I’m going to paddle your ass until you can’t sit for a month! MOVE!”
Laura dropped her things on the floor and began to pull off clothing. Maybe a month or two ago she would have tried to argue or resist, but not anymore. Jenny had made sure that everyone knew just how creative she could be when it came to making a pledge miserable. Laura’s sweater, shirt, and jeans hit the ground in rapid succession.
When she paused, Jenny looked at her. “Did I say to stop in your underwear? Get it off!” Unhappily, Laura reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. At this point, she hardly even blushed anymore, even when her panties followed. Completely bare, she stood at attention, waiting for whatever humiliation was coming next.
“Since you have so much free time that you can go out without permission, pledge, I’m gonna have you do a chore for me. I need my laundry done.” Jenny opened her closet and pulled out a hamper that was about three-quarters full. “You’re going to wash, dry, and fold my clothes. Right now. When I get MY clothing back nice and clean, you can have YOUR clothes again. Until then, get your naked ass to work, and don’t you fucking DARE leave this building without permission again! Am I clear, pledge?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Laura said, her heart sinking. Running even two loads of laundry and then drying them meant at least two hours, and the house’s washers and dryers were down on the first floor. That meant two hours of public nudity, because she knew that Jenny would be checking to make sure Laura was standing at those machines waiting for the clothing the whole time, exposed and on display for anyone who came in. She picked up the hamper and carried it out into the hallway, then down the hall to her own room to pick up detergent and her notes. At least she could try to study while she stood there at the washer.
Laura had never been particularly insecure about her body, but she had also never had to consider being naked in a house full of good-looking, judgmental women as part of that equation. The laundry room was at the back of the house, so she didn’t have to deal with sisters just randomly walking by, but the ones who did walk in were more than enough to make Laura wish she could vanish. Another pledge, a girl named Hayley, came in with a basket of her own; she took one look at Laura, gave her a sympathetic look, and turned around and left. It was the nicest thing she could do; Jenny had banned the other pledges from even speaking with the three on probation. All the pledges had seen the way that Laura, Annalee, and Violet had been treated, and no one wanted to draw Jenny’s ire and find themselves in the same terrible place.
So Laura did Jenny’s laundry, not even giving in to the impulse to accidentally shrink a few items in the dryer. She folded carefully. And she was not in the least bit surprised when, as she left the room with a full basket, she heard Jenny’s voice from the lounge where the sisters hung out and watched television. “Get in here, pledge! I want to check that before you take it upstairs. You better not have screwed my clothes up.”
Laura obediently walked into the room with the basket in front of her, covering her nakedness as much as possible, Even as she turned bright red, she was unsurprised that there were several guys in the lounge. The more humiliation Jenny could pile on, the happier she seemed to be.
“You want to set that down, pledge?” Jenny asked sweetly.
“No, thank you, ma’am. I’ll hold it,” Laura replied. One of the guys leaned forward, craning his neck so he could get an unobstructed view of Laura’s ass. “Looks like you gave her a few good ones,” he announced with a laugh. “Nice work, Jen! Now her ass is twice as hot!” He was the only one to laugh at his own joke, but it didn’t seem to bother him.
Jenny poked through the basket long enough to make sure Laura felt completely on display. Apparently, that wasn’t enough for the girl to feel like Laura had been properly penalized. “Pledge, get me that remote - I left it on the other chair.” She smirked as Laura did the calculation in her head, realizing that it didn’t matter how she juggled the hamper - a free hand wouldn’t be enough.
With a sign, Laura set the hamper down, walked over to the remote, picked it up, and handed it to Jenny. She stood there, completely naked, breasts and crotch only feet away from the guys in the room, and asked, “Will that be all, ma’am?”
“Take the basket to my room. And if you go out again without my permission, you won’t be wearing clothing for a full week. Understand?”
Laura picked up the hamper, covering herself. “Yes, ma’am.” She hurried out of the lounge and down the hall to Jenny’s room, where she left the laundry and quickly dressed. Mostly. Her panties were missing, but she wasn’t going to search for them and give Jenny more opportunities. She snatched the bag of snacks and her coat off the floor, then ran for her bedroom. Inside, she locked the door and burst into tears.
It wasn’t until nearly a half an hour later that she realized Jenny had stolen her chocolate, too.
* * *
“She made you stand there naked in front of them?” Annie said, a look of horror on her face. “Can she DO that?”
“Who’s going to stop her?” Violet replied. “She’s the president’s pick to take over next year, and as far as the sorority is concerned, the three of us are nothing but trouble. They had to hire YOU to fix us, remember?”
“Your grades, sure, but that’s totally different!” I protested.
“Fred, what the others know is that when we fuck up, we get punished. They have no reason to go digging into the details; we don’t matter enough,” Violet said, a note of frustration in her voice.
“Or they think we deserve it,” Annalee added. “I dug a pretty big hole with most of them early on this semester, so they don’t have a lot of sympathy.”
* * *
Annalee stood there, the string around her neck pulled taught as Val finished her snip. The shirt was already in tatters, but at least there was still enough of it to stay on, even if it was largely for show at this point.
“There you go, pledge. Behave better next time!” Val laughed, and headed off down the hall on her way to class. Annalee watched her go with a blank face. What was the point of losing her temper?
She was wearing about a third of a t shirt and a pair of shorts that were equally tattered. She was also wearing a pair of scissors on a string around her neck, and a printed sign that read “I was a bad pledge. Use the scissors to cut my clothes.” Annalee had thought it was stupid when she had put it on, but she also hadn’t expected that so many of her sisters would stop her to take a snip. She probably should have; it was foolishly optimistic to think that she was making progress with the sorority after getting off to a rough start. Even if the rest of the members were willing to forgive her attitude from earlier in the semester, they wouldn’t just forget it.
As she resumed sweeping the hall, Annalee thought with a grimace that Jenny had picked this punishment well. It went right at two things that she was particularly sensitive about - her modesty and her dignity. She hated that she cared so much about how people saw her. She hated how much she hated her body. And more than both, she hated that she needed Delta Sigma more than she wanted to admit. Without the sorority, Annalee would be completely isolated at Maxwell, without any friends or support system, and she couldn’t face that any more than she could face going home and admitting defeat to her mother.
She could deal with the exposure inside the house. Shredded clothing isn’t the same as nudity, she told herself. No one could really see her stomach, not clearly. No one could stare at her thighs and judge their thickness. She made a lot of fuss about morals, but the truth was that Annalee’s real issues with public exposure went right back to her mother and the constant judgement of her looks. She couldn’t even look at a dessert without hearing her mother’s voice in her head, dropping a cutting remark about her lack of self-discipline.
“Taking a break, pledge?”
Annalee’s head snapped around. Jenny was standing there, hands on hips, her face screwed up like she had just smelled something dead. “Is this your idea of sweeping the hallway? Standing and staring? Do you need some extra encouragement to get your assignment done?”
Annalee shook her head. “No, ma’am. I’m sorry.” She bent to her sweeping again, hoping the apology would suffice, but knowing that it wouldn’t. Not for Jenny.
“Tell me, pledge - have you spoken with your tutor? Has he been in touch with you?” Jenny grabbed the broom, making Annalee look up.
“No, ma’am. I told you about the email, and you watched me reply. I haven’t heard a thing since then,” Annalee said. She didn’t know why Jenny was suddenly so bent on keeping her and the others away from Fred, but if that’s what Jenny wanted, Annalee wanted the opposite.
“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you, pledge?” Jenny’s voice was low and threatening. She took hold of the scissors hanging from Annalee’s neck, and slipped her fingers into them. She slid the sharp blade along the redhead’s shoulder, letting the point dip under one of the thin pieces of fabric still holding the shirt in place. *SNIP.*. “Because I would be very unhappy.” She snipped again, and the right shoulder of the shirt parted entirely, falling away and leaving Annalee’s bra half-exposed. “And I am VERY good at uncovering things, pledge. Don’t you agree?” She slipped the tip of the scissors under Annalee’s bra strap.
“Yes, ma’am.” Annalee’s eyes went instinctively to her own shoulder before she yanked away. “I wouldn’t test you.”
Jenny pulled the scissors back, then let them drop. “Good. Now get this hallway clean, or I’ll have you wearing that sign to class tomorrow.” She stalked off, leaving Annalee alone in the hallway again. She got to work at once, but her luck didn’t hold out for long.
A group of four other pledges entered the hallway, clearly on their way back from a trip into town, laden with shopping bags. “Look, girls! The queen is cleaning!” laughed one of them, a leggy girl with jet black hair and lipstick that was such a dark red it was almost purple-brown. She read the sign around the redhead’s neck. “Cut your clothes, huh? Don’t mind if I do!” The other girls tittered as she pulled the waistband of Annalee’s shorts away from her hip, and sliced right through it and down the side with a single snip.
As the shorts peeled away and fell down her legs, Annalee managed to keep from moaning, her lips pressed tightly together as she stared resolutely in another direction. She ignored the mockery of her underwear choice; as soon as she had seen the sign and gotten away from Jenny, she had hurried back to her own room and quickly changed into the most boring, worn white cotton she owned. No sense in having nice things cut to shreds, she had thought. Now her pledge mates were proving her decision wise.
Of course, her pledge mates should have been more supportive and less vicious, but Annalee knew her own attitude was coming back to bite her in the ass. She had been unwilling to make friends with any of the others, and had been downright rude at times, so it was no surprise they were happy to take the opportunity to get a little revenge. And if it meant that Annalee cleaned the hallway in her panties, well..that wasn’t as bad as getting paddled in front of a crowd of screaming, drunk frat bros, right?
* * *
“EIGHT!”
Violet held on to the edge of the ping-pong table as hard as she could. Her knuckles were white, and her eyes were squeezed shut. She could hear the laughing, jeering voices around her; no need to see them.
Another “THWACK” sound, and the fire surged again over Violet’s ass. The “NINE” shouted by the crowd was lost to her as she choked back a cry of pain. Only one more to go. She had to hold on.
The final swat seemed like it was twice as hard as the previous one, driving Violet up on her toes. This time, she couldn’t hold the yelp back; it came out as a high, agonized squeal. Her brain was trying to tell her that it was over, but her bottom wasn’t listening, and so she bounced in place, hands still clamped on the edge of the table, butt trying to shake out some of the scorching sting.
Jenny’s arms were folded, and she scowled at the guy from Beta when he handed her back the paddle. “One more game!” she demanded. “You just got lucky on that last shot!” She gestured at the cups. “Set ‘em up again.”
“Same stakes?” the Beta asked. Violet felt her bottom pulse angrily. She was already going to be sitting awkwardly all day; much more and she’d have trouble with her running, too.
“No,” Jenny said. “Let’s raise them. If I win, you and the Betas bring three kegs to the next DSig party. If I lose, my pledge here will pay off the loss again - but this time, you can bare her ass for it.”
Violet couldn’t help it. She gave Jenny a “What the actual fuck?” look with wide eyes. Her butt had already taken ten swats with a paddle, and now she was going to expect Violet to take ten more bare? Violet didn’t give a crap about baring her butt, but her scholarship was based on her ability to perform athletically, and no one ran well with bruises and welts rubbing every stride of the way.
Jenny met her look with absolute ice. “Is there a problem, pledge?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Violet said, gritting her teeth. “If I take ten more on the bare, it’s going to hurt my running, and we’re in competition season. I can’t lose my scholarship, ma’am.”
The other girl snorted. “That’s not my problem, is it, pledge? But I’ll tell you what - if you’re worried about that, I’m sure Bobby here will take an alternate payment. Say, a nice 15 second flash?” Jenny’s self-satisfied grin was almost enough to get Violet to slap her across the face, no matter what it would cost her. “That seems fair, doesn’t it, pledge?”
Violet looked at Jenny with barely contained contempt. “Oh, absolutely fair, ma’am. Thank you SO much for understanding.”
Jenny turned her back on Violet. “So? Set the damn cups up!”
Of course, Jenny lost the round again. Violet knew she would. She had seen Jenny play beer pong before, and she was good at it - much better than her play here. This was about humiliation, and about the older girl’s desire to inflict it as often as possible on any pledge she could target safely. The pledgemistress loved nothing more than seeing another girl squirm, and the more public the shame, the happier it made her. She was clearly psycho, but for Violet, the only available solution was to ride it out. She was in the “outcast” group with Annalee and Laura, but she felt like the other sisters were more sympathetic towards her than the other two. She wasn’t disruptive or disrespectful, and most of the girls seemed to admire her intense commitment to her training. If she could just keep her head down and gut out this semester, she was sure things would change, and so she had borne the abuse from Jenny without complaint.
For the most part, it hadn’t been a huge deal. A few swats here and there, the wet t-shirt at the party, and extra chores at the house. Up until now, Fred’s wedgie and that nickname he had saddled her with were the worst she’d endured, at least in her mind. Even the paddling today had been tolerable. But this? Forcing her to flash this guy or take another swat that could derail her scholarship?
She ignored the frat boy as much as she could. She pulled her sports bra up and let her breasts pop out, counting out loud to fifteen in a bored voice. She didn’t even blush. Violet wasn’t ashamed of her body, and she was used to running in next to nothing. Bobby was a nonentity in her world, and she wasn’t going to show weakness in front of Jenny. But Violet was a distance runner, and one thing runners learn is patience. Bide your time, stay on pace, and wait for the right moment to make your move.
“Damn, Delta Sigma girls are still the hottest, Jen. Call me anytime you want a rematch,” Bobby said, eyes locked on Violet’s bare tits. Idiot couldn’t even tell just how unattractive she found him. She pulled the bra back down on “fifteen” and stood there waiting for Jenny to dismiss her.
“Well done, pledge,” Jenny said to her once Bobby was gone and they were on their way. “You aren’t as big a disappointment as the other two. At least you have some balls.”
The taller girl didn’t respond. Jenny didn’t care what she had to say; she liked to hear herself talk. But Violet had filed this moment away with the others, and as the other girl droned on, she made up her mind. It was time to make a move.
* * *
“So that’s when we decided to text you,” Laura finished.
Annie had listened to Annalee and Violet with increasing fury. “That….person!…is pure evil! She’s a sadistic, manipulative, lying piece of crap! And I can’t believe that no one at Delta Sigma is stopping her! You should be going to the Dean or something with this!”
“Absolutely not!” Annalee said, and the other two nodded. “If Jenny was hit by a car, I’d ask it to back up again, but if we report the sorority, we won’t just be taking down Jenny. We’ll be blowing up all of Delta Sigma. You know how hazing is right now - it’s there, and people know it’s still there, but everyone looks the other direction unless they’re forced to. So when they ARE forced to look, they have to come down on it like a ton of bricks, or the colleges get dragged through the mud and into lawsuits. Delta Sigma isn’t perfect, but the reasons I wanted to join haven’t changed - the benefits are worth it when I get out of Maxwell.”
Violet nodded. “And don’t forget how the girls who forced the most powerful sorority on campus to shut down would end up treated. People come after rape victims with death threats, Annie. If we get DSig closed over a few extra swats on the ass and some humiliation, we’re going to have to change schools. Maybe even change our names. And my scholarship won’t transfer, either.”
“I’m not going to pretend I’ve had the best experience, either,” Laura said, “but most of the sisters are fine. The problem is Jenny, not the sorority.”
“All right - I still think you should burn down the whole thing and dance in the ashes, but I’m not the one who’s been the victim here. It’s your call,” Annie conceded. “But Jenny? She tried to fuck up the best thing I’ve had since I got a bike when I was 11. She has to go down.”
“You won’t get any argument from us,” Laura said. “But she’s in with Melissa, and we have no leverage. She’s bad-mouthed Fred enough that his credibility is weak. We can’t win a direct confrontation with her, because the sisters would take her side over some pledges who have a reputation for getting into trouble.”
The argument over what to do continued, but I wasn’t listening anymore. I was thinking about what Violet had said about the sorority turning on them for putting it in jeopardy, and about Laura’s “we have no leverage.” A glimmer of an idea started to form. My voice cut through the chatter: “Do any of you have a notebook?”
When Laura handed me one from her bag, I pulled out my pen and started jotting things down as fast as I could. Leverage. Motivation. This was the stuff I knew, right? This was the whole tutoring gig - figuring out how to change behavior with the right leverage applied the right way. This was my thing. And I was good at it.
“Fred?” Annie asked, looking at me scribbling. “What is it?” Then, all of the sudden, I got that amazing smile again. “You have an idea, don’t you?” she laughed. “I’ve seen that look before! That’s the look that you got right before I ended up writing an essay with my clothes on the line!”
This time, I grinned with her. “I have an idea. It’s going to take some careful timing, but if you’re all on board, I think we could pull it off. Of course, if it goes sideways, we’re all screwed big time.”
“We’re already screwed,” Laura said. “I don’t know about you two,” she continued, looking at Annalee and Violet, “but I’d rather try anything than sit here pretending that there’s still a chance we don’t get booted before the end of the year if Jenny stays in charge.”
The other two nodded in agreement. “Well, Fred,” Annalee turned to me and said, “I guess we’re on board. Try not to ruin our lives, okay?”
“Hey, no pressure, right?” I replied, trying to look less nervous. “All right. So here’s what I’m thinking….”
* * *
From: Laura Bonner <Lbonner07@maxwell.edu>
To: Jennifer Turner <JTurner322@maxwell.edu>
Subject: Laundry duty
Ma’am-
I understand that being a member of Delta Sigma is a huge honor and a huge privilege, and I don’t want to sound like I’m whining, but the laundry assignment you gave me as punishment for leaving the house without clearing it really seemed unfair to me - especially bringing people outside of the house into it. If you feel like I deserve to be punished, that’s fine, but calling me into a room with guys while I’m completely naked by your instruction is taking things a little far, isn’t it? I’m not going to make a big thing out of it, but can we agree that’s a line not to cross in the future? I’ll spend the semester cleaning the kitchen naked if that’s what you require, but not in front of people outside the sorority.
Thank you for understanding,
Laura
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From: Jennifer Turner <JTurner322@maxwell.edu>
To: Laura Bonner <Lbonner07@maxwell.edu>
Subject: Re: Laundry duty
Oh, boo hoo - did someone get embarrassed in front of BOYS?
If you want to avoid punishment, stop screwing up, pledge. Delta Sigma isn’t for crybabies. It’s for women who are going to succeed and who are unafraid. We are the elite on campus for a reason. Maybe you don’t belong here if you can’t handle a simple disciplinary action. Think about it before emailing me again.
J
* * *
From: Annalee Allgood <AAllgood0101@maxwell.edu>
To: Jennifer Turner <JTurner322@maxwell.edu>
Subject: Status
Ma’am-
I’ve now been on restriction for two full weeks, during which time my grades have remained perfect. I haven’t had a single incident with my fellow pledges or with a sister during this time, either. I have learned the importance of being a proper sister in the sorority, and will not be making the same mistakes again.
Would you please consider lifting my restriction? I would like to be able to go out with other pledges to socialize without having to find you to obtain permission, so I can continue to build relationships.
Sincerely,
Annalee
* * *
From: Jennifer Turner <JTurner322@maxwell.edu>
To: ‘Annoying brat’ <AAllgood0101@maxwell.edu>
Subject: Re: Status
Congratulations! You managed not to be a total bitch for TWO WHOLE WEEKS! Your mother must be SO proud of you. I wouldn’t know. I stopped taking her calls begging for more chances for you.
I’m sorry that you find your restriction inconvenient. May I suggest that you try A BIG HELPING OF SHUT THE FUCK UP? You come off restriction when and IF I decide to let you off. Honestly, all of us would be just as happy if you decide to de-restrict your stick-up-the-ass self right out of the sorority, so please feel free to do so at your convenience. Otherwise, expect ten with the paddle the next time I see your sorry ass for annoying me more than usual.
VERY Sincerely,
Jenny
* * *
From: Violet Morris <VMorris86@maxwell.edu>
To: Jennifer Turner <JTurner322@maxwell.edu>
Subject: Pledge Schedule
Ma’am,
I saw the pledge duty schedule this morning, and I am scheduled again to do breakfast prep. I have my mandatory training runs on weekday mornings, and I am already getting in trouble with my coaches for being late because I’m coming from morning pledge duty. In the past, I was able to trade my duty with another pledge and work around the problem, but the new rules about not trading duties means that is no longer an option for me.
I want to remain a part of Delta Sigma, and I want to be a team player, but if I can’t do either if I lose my scholarship. I don’t care what duty you give me, or when you schedule it. Put me on Saturday post-party bathroom cleaning duty every week - I won’t complain. Just PLEASE let me avoid conflicts with my athletic responsibilities.
Thank you!
Violet
* * *
From: Jennifer Turner <JTurner322@maxwell.edu>
To: Violet Morris <VMorris86@maxwell.edu>
Subject: Re: Pledge Schedule
Morris-
I like you, so I’ll pretend you didn’t send me this message.
If you want to be a Delta Sigma, you need to be a Delta Sigma before EVERYTHING ELSE. If that means you have to make excuses to your coaches and figure it out, you do it. If it means you have to beg them for a different schedule or tell them you can’t run in the morning because you have cramps or some shit like that, you do it. Delta Sigma is FIRST. Understand? Before your classes, before your job, before your fucking husband (or wife - we don’t discriminate) or your kid’s birthday.
Toughen up. Make it work. Get up earlier if you have to. You’re a badass, right? Or are you just a poser like those other two?
Don’t let me down, Morris.
J
* * *
From: Jennifer Turner <JTurner322@maxwell.edu>
To: ‘The Prez’ <DSig@maxwell.edu>
Subject: Tutoring Issue
Melissa-
I didn’t want to bring this up, but I don’t think I have any choice. It isn’t just about me.
A few days ago, Fred came by to ‘check on the girls.’ He asked to talk to me privately, so I took him downstairs where we could have a conference about the progress of our three troublemakers without anyone else overhearing. Privacy rights and all that.
While we were in the basement, he made a move on me. He told me that he was enjoying his little harem of obedient girls, and that having three hot women he could spank anytime he wanted was a huge turn-on. Then he looked at me - you know that look, the one where they’re imagining you naked? Ew! - and asked if “I had been a naughty little girl who needed a little discipline.” When I told him that he was way out of line, he offered to split the salary we were paying him with me if I could funnel more girls into his ‘critical situation’ program and keep my mouth shut. I slapped him and told him to fuck off, and he left.
I wouldn’t have bothered you with this if it was just about me, but since this involves pledges who might feel trapped, I thought I should report it to you. I’ve instructed the girls to avoid all contact with Fred, including email, and told them that we would be firing him at the end of the semester. We need to wait until then to make sure he doesn’t sabotage their grades somehow.
I’m sorry about all of this. It’s on me because I was the one who brought a predator into our sorority. I can’t believe I recommended him, but I’m going to make sure that fucker never gets a job on campus again. I just wanted you in the loop.
Jenny
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Re: The Tutor, Volume II (ch. 16, 10/13)
Great to see an update excellent chapter! Can't wait to (fingers crossed) see how they take down Jenny!
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Re: The Tutor, Volume II (ch. 16, 10/13)
Hi Fred,
Amazing chapter once again! Your writing is awesome and the plot is great. A bit sad next chapter is the last one since you mentioned it.
Amazing chapter once again! Your writing is awesome and the plot is great. A bit sad next chapter is the last one since you mentioned it.
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