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The Punishment
The sorority executive board, all seniors, called
Amy into the meeting room. They were all dressed
in party dresses, and the sounds of the usual
Saturday night party, just getting underway, filtered
into the room, mainly the low frequencies of the
beat of the music. The only other person there who
was not a board member was Britney, like Amy a
freshman. "Amy, stand at attention," said the
chairwoman. Amy did. She had learned all about
that sort of thing as a pledge. "You stand accused
of a violation of rules. Britney says you gave her
boyfriend a blow job without her permission. Is
that true?"
"He said he liked me better than Britney."
"So you gave him a blow job."
"Yes. I like Jeff."
"And you had not asked permission from Britney."
"No. She was neglecting him. He couldn't find
her."
"That seems to make the verdict simple. Board,
how do you find, to the charge of conduct
unbecoming a sister?"
They all said, "Guilty."
"Now we come to the sentencing phase. Britney,
do you have anything to say?"
"Throw the book at her. It's not the first time she's
betrayed a sister. And there was that shoplifting
business, which brought disrepute to the sorority,
and that time the campus cops brought her home
drunk."
"I think I speak for the board, when I say that you
shall receive a very serious punishment. Would you
rather resign form the sorority now, take you things
and get out?"
"No, of course not. I've nowhere to go, and I'm a
loyal sister, devoted to the sorority. I'll take
anything you can dish out." She thought that might
involve swats, with a paddle, or loss of privileges
for a month, but it couldn't be too bad.
"You have a date coming tonight?"
"Yes, Joshua Bridge."
"We will take care of him. You will stay here, at
attention, until you are called." They left Amy
standing there. She suspected they could watch her,
a camera or peephole, so she stood at attention.
She didn't want to give them any excuse to increase
the punishment, whatever that might be. After a
while, she wished that she could pee, but she could
hold it. The noise level outside increased. Most the
dates must have arrived. At last, a sister came for
Amy and led her downstairs, to the "rec room"
which was strictly for the sisters, and the pledge
initiations. In the corner was "the horse", used to
give swats during initiations. Yes, concluded Amy,
they'll give me swats. Probably Britney will wield
the paddle, and I'll have trouble sitting for a while.
But I'll find a way to get even with Britney. There
was a little stage. Amy was told to stand and wait.
Pretty soon, sisters and their dates came down the
stairs and took seats, almost filling the room.
Britney and Jeff were among the first and sat close
to the stage. Only about half the sisters were there,
but with the dates present, the seats were almost all
taken, even the folding chairs. The chairwoman
stepped up on the stage with Amy. "Sisters, and
dates, you know why you are here tonight,
downstairs, instead of dancing. If anyone does not
want to abide by the rules, please go upstairs now."
No one stirred. "You have left your cell phones
upstairs. There will be no surreptitious pictures,
only official ones for the record. You have all
agreed not to discuss what happens here with
anyone who was not present. What goes on here
tonight is secret." She paused and looked at the
audience. "In each case. Both the sister and her
date agree to the audience participation aspects of
tonight's ceremony of contrition." Again, no one
objected. "Very well, we will begin." Bright lights
came on, which illuminated Amy but made it
difficult for her to see the expressions on the
audience. "This is Amy. She has been found guilty
of various infractions of the rules, but specifically
of moving in on a sister's boyfriend. Since she has
not responded to previous efforts to correct her, her
punishment tonight will be severe. We have chosen
a punishment which seems to fit the crime, to be apt
for a sister who needs more than one man in her
life." Amy spotted Josh, sitting by himself near the
door. "When it is over, that is it. It need never be
mentioned again. Amy, are you ready?"
Amy wanted to get it over with, but she had to pee.
"Please, may I have permission to go to the
bathroom?"
"Permission denied." Amy thought that was too
cruel, but she didn't argue. "Take off your shoes."
Amy lifted each ankle in turn and slipped off her
"fuck-me" sling-back high heels. The sergeant at
arms took her shoes. Suddenly Amy was inches
shorter, but she knew she still looked good, about 5
feet four, slim, but not like those stick-insect girls
who look anorexic. She was wearing a black dress
with a scoop neckline, and she knew that as she
bent down to remove each shoe, the guys must have
been hoping for a glimpse of tit. The flaring skirt
stopped short of her knees, so they got a good look
at her legs. Shoeless, she stood tall and threw her
shoulders back. She was a brown-eyed blonde, the
kind with dark roots, and she enjoyed being in the
spotlight in front of all those men.
"Remove your dress." It took a second for Amy to
absorb that, but there was no denying that she had
been told to take off her dress. Well, with the full
skirt, a paddling wouldn't be practical, would it?
Conscious that she was the center of attention, she
reached back and opened the zipper down her back.
Her contortions further emphasized her cute figure.
Dramatically, she hoped, she shrugged her arms out
of the spaghetti straps and let the dress slide down
to her waist. She was wearing a black, strapless
push-up bra, and she was sure it looked great
against her untanned skin. Then she let the dress
drop and stepped out of it. It was whisked away by
the sergeant at arms. She stood there, in black bra
and smoky pantihose, with a black thong
underneath, as a cache sexe. It didn't cover much
more than her trimmed pubic hair. Amy had the
round ass and tapered thighs of a dancer or ice
skater, even though her major exercise was riding
her bike. She almost enjoyed displaying herself, as
long as she had to. She rationalized that she would
never disrobe in front of dozens of people,
normally, but she had no choice, had she?
"Remove the pantihose." Well, they were serious
about the paddling, weren't they? Her thong, about
a quarter inch wide and hidden in her ass crack,
would not get in the way of the paddle. Like a
stripper, or what she imagined strippers looked like,
she slowly peeled off the pantihose. "Now the
bra."
"That's not necessary!" said Amy.
"Amy, the executive board has sat in judgement and
determined what is necessary. Do as you are told.
You will remove all your clothing."
All those guys, Josh included, were staring at her
chest. Amy stuck her lower lip out and wondered
what she could do. Obey. That was her only choice,
if she wanted to remain a sister. She reached
behind and unhooked the bra strap. Since there
were no shoulder straps, when she let go, the bra
practically jumped off her, like a taut rubber band
suddenly released. She heard a collective sigh from
the audience. She wasn't really a C-cup. The bra ,
which cost a bundle, had been padded. Her little
breasts, not even an honest B-cup stood forth like
the cone-shaped breasts of a pubescent girl in
National Geographic Magazine. She even had the
puffy nipples. Well, they had seen the truth; so
what? A stern look from the chairwoman set Amy
to removing her thong. She turned her back on the
audience as it slid over her hips and down her
tapered thighs in seconds. "Face the audience,
Amy." Amy did a half turn and stood there, arms at
her sides, stark naked. She had trimmed her dark,
curly pubic hair in the shape of a heart. Some guy
snickered at that, and his date shushed him.
The sergeant at arms brought out a portable toilet
and a water jug with a pump and a hose. "You
needed to use the toilet? Go ahead."
Amy had to sit on the low plastic seat with her
knees apart and pee, in front of all those people.
The overhead lights left nothing hidden. At first,
she couldn't do it. "We're waiting, Amy," said the
chairwoman. "Keep your knees apart." At last
Amy was able to let go, and a strong stream shot
into the toilet. This was more embarrassing than
she had expected. There is some dignity in taking
your swats, stoically, but pissing in front of all these
people was not what she had expected. When she
was done, she looked for toilet paper. There was
none.
"Britney, would you please wash her off?" The
sergeant at arms appeared behind Amy and held her
down on the toilet seat, a hand on each shoulder.
Britney appeared on stage with her date. He
manned the water pump, while Britney directed the
hose between Amy's parted thighs and directed a
stream over Amy's vulva. "There, that's better.
Amy, would you like to finish washing, or would
you like Amy and Jeff to do it for you?"
Amy could hardly cope with what was happening.
After some hesitation, she said, "I'll do it."
"Very well. Rinse off all your pubic hair. Yes,
that's it." Jeff was working the pump, while
Britney stood aside so people could see. "Now,
wash inside. Put the end of the hose right up inside
you. You know where your vagina is, don't you?
Do as I say." Embarrassed, but unable to disobey,
Amy aimed the hose upward toward her vagina.
The water gushed in spurts as Jeff worked the
pump. "No, Amy, push the hose up inside you.
That's it. Further please." Now water was spraying
out of Amy's cunt, splashing over the hand which
held the hose. "Perhaps you had better stand up, so
the audience can see better." The sergeant at arms,
a muscular junior, practically hauled Amy to her
feet. Amy stood there, straddling the toilet, as the
water spurted out of her vagina. "That's enough,
Amy. "Well, it seems Amy isn't quite naked. You
will have to remove that ugly hair down there."
Amy visible trembled as they handed her a razor
and a can of shaving cream. She couldn't do it. "I
can't."
"Of course you can."
"I won't." The chairwoman nodded to Britney and
Jeff. Jeff and the sergeant at arms picked up Amy
and carried her to a metal folding chair. The
sergeant at arms held Amy's arms behind the back
of the chair and Britney and Jeff held Amy's ankles
up, shoulder height, and apart, wide apart. Her
heart-shaped pubic hair was well displayed, with a
streak of pink at the bottom, where her labia gaped
open as her legs were held apart. "Joshua Bridge,
please come up and remove the offending hair."
Oh, no, not Josh, thought Amy. She had not even
let him touch her breasts, never mind let him into
her pants, and now he was going to shave her pubes,
touch her vulva! Josh bounded onto the stage and
set to work with the shaving creme, rubbing it in. It
was menthol, and when he rubbed her exposed
inner labia, it burned and she squirmed. With
pauses to let the audience follow progress, he
carefully shaved off her pubic hair. Britney and
Jeff had to raise Amy's ankles some more, so Josh
could get all the stray hairs on the labia and back by
her anus. Twice Josh had to use the hose and pump
to wash off the residual soap and hair clippings, but
at last her mons and labia passed the fingertip test;
they were truly naked. Josh then took the shaving
creme can and shot a dollup right into Amy's
vagina.
"Ow!" she screamed. Her captors let her go.
"Wash it out," said the chairwoman. Amy hopped
over to the toilet, sat on the seat, and directed the
hose up her vagina, while Jeff worked the pump.
This time Amy wanted a thorough douche, and she
ignored the murmurs and chuckles form the
audience until the burning sensation from the
menthol was gone. At last, she dropped the hose
into the toilet bowl and sat, as primly as she could,
with her knees pressed together.
"There is more washing to be done," said the
chairwoman. Amy, stand up astride the toilet with
your back to the audience." Reluctantly, Amy
stood, turned around, and straddled the toilet. "Use
your hands to spread your cheeks, so everyone can
see your little rosebud. Yes, that's the way. Bend
forward a bit, so everyone can get a good look."
Amy could not imagine what could be more
humiliating than having to show her sisters and
their dates her little rosebud, but she followed
orders. She was sure they could see her puffy labia,
too. "Now insert the hose into your anus."
Amy straightened up and stared at the chairwoman.
Really, she thought, that was going too far. "Amy,
the board has determined what you must do to show
you are sorry for what you did to Britney, for how
you disgraced your sisters. Now, unless you are
resigning from the sorority, do what you are told.
Insert the hose in you anus." Amy trembled, fear
and frustration, but, slowly, she assumed the
position straddling the toilet and inserted the hose,
having to work at pushing it through the puckered
opening. Britney worked the water pump, just a
few strokes. Then Amy was made to squat over the
toilet and expel the contents of her rectum, lumpy
brown water which looked like beef stew.
The chairwoman handed Amy a soap suppository.
"Insert this and insert the hose again." Amy looked
desperately around her, but all she saw was faces
intently watching. No one was protesting her
punishment. She pushed the piece of soap into her.
It went in easily, once it was wet. "You would be
advised to hold the hose in. Now, Amy, you work
the pump, fifteen strokes or until you are told to
stop. If you are not properly energetic, we will add
strokes. Count them out loud." Amy gathered her
strength and will and started pumping, "One, two,
three..." Soon it became very uncomfortable, with
gurgles inside and some cramping. "...nine, ten,
eleven..." Amy had to stop. She felt as if she was
sweating, shaking, and her belly must be swollen by
now. Everyone was watching. They would never
let her stop. Some water was leaking out around
the hose, wetting her left hand, which held it in.
"Twelve, thirteen, ahhh!, fourteen, uhhgh, fifteen."
She quickly squatted on the toilet and released the
hose, which slid out and flopped in the bowl,
followed by quarts, it seemed, of soapy water.
"Now, rinse," said the chairwoman. Amy repeated
the enema, but only six strokes. When she squatted
again, clear water poured into the bowl.
"That will do, Amy. Now, we proceed to the final
phase of the ceremony of contrition." Amy saw
that the horse had been brought on stage. I wonder
how many swats I'll get, the thought, almost glad
that the ordeal was coming to an end. She resolved
that she would not cry out. She would keep her
dignity, at the last.
"Assume the position, Amy."
The horse was like a saw horse, padded at the top.
The person to be swatted stood on one side of the
bar and bent over it to receive the swats. There
were handles on the legs to hold onto, so the rump
was properly presented. Almost triumphantly, Amy
stepped up to the horse. The bar was about the
level of her hips, so she bent at the waist and
grabbed the handles on the other side. She did not
expect what came next. They grabbed her ankles
and pushed her further over the bar, so it supported
her weight while they taped her ankles to the legs of
the horse, her legs spread and her feet off the floor.
They pulled her body back a bit, so the bar was
under her navel and her rump stuck backward. A
strap across her waist held her in place. Clearly,
Amy thought, my ass is going to get it. Amy used
her arms to support her upper body. She looked
down at her breasts, hanging down rather
attractively, she thought. Her right side was toward
the audience, so all the guys out there could admire
her boobs and butt. She wondered how bright red
her butt would be after the paddling.
"Amy," said the chairwoman, "what sort of birth
control do you usually use?"
"Abstinence. I'm a virgin." A wave of murmurs
swept the audience.
Jeff was there with Britney. "Britney, Amy has
given Jeff a blow job. Do you think he should
enjoy her services again?"
"Yes, Madam Chairwoman. I think he should butt
fuck her." The audience gasped collectively. Jeff
unzipped his fly, and Britney handed him a condom.
She helped him put it over his rampant rod.
"Proceed," said the chairwoman, calmly, with
authority.
"No!" wailed Amy, as Jeff stepped behind her and
grabbed her hips. She felt the end of his penis
pushing on her still wet and slippery anus. She
could not stop him, as he forced his way into her.
"Ahhgh!" she cried, "Please, not that way." Jeff
pushed until his belly was hard against her buttocks,
and then he started a rhythmic in and out motion.
"Ah, that's good," he said, thrusting in. "She's nice
and tight." It took only a few more strokes, and Jeff
was shooting his semen inside her. He held the
base of the condom as he pulled out. Then he
dropped the condom and its fluid in the toilet bowl,
stuffed his limp dick back in his pants, and zipped
his fly. Britney went over and gave him a kiss.
They took seats in the audience.
"Joshua Bridge," called the chairwoman. Amy's
date, a nerdly Comp. Sci. major, presented himself
on the stage. "I suppose Amy has been teasing you,
but not putting out. Am I right? Would you like to
fuck her?"
"Yes, and yes."
The chairwoman handed him a condom. "Do it."
Josh sheathed his prod in latex and aimed a little
lower than Jeff had, slipping between Amy's puffy
labia and parting her inner labia. Her cunt was
lubricated well enough, and she had no hymen to
bar the way, so Josh moved the end around to find
the right spot and then, slowly, pushed into her
vagina.
"Nooo!" yelled Amy. Josh thrust home, and then,
like Jeff, he started pumping in and out, except that
he sometimes moved side to side or bounced on the
balls of his feet, as if he was trying to enlarge her
hole. It seemed he was keeping in time with the
music which filtered down from above. Amy
grunted and seemed to flush, panting as if in pain or
exhaustion, until Josh groaned and stopped. He
pulled out and deposited the used condom in the
toilet.
It seemed that each of the sisters had taken a
number, and each came up on stage with her date,
as her number was called. The chairwoman handed
each a condom, which the sister would hand to her
date, signifying permission to use Amy. Two
sisters had second thoughts about their dates
fucking Amy, and, instead, the sisters gave Amy a
swat with a paddle. Fourteen others approved of
their boy friends getting a piece of Amy. Ten of the
dates chose oral sex, and Amy, whose head was
close to crotch level to begin with, had to fellate
strange men until her jaws ached. One guy fucked
her cunt, while his girl friend supervised and
fingered Amy's clit, and three fucked her ass.
They figured they wouldn't get a chance to do that
with their girl friends, or perhaps they didn't want
the girl friend wondering if her date thought Amy
gave better head than she did.
"The ceremony of contrition is completed. The
tease, the flirt, the boy friend stealer, has been
shown for what she is. She no longer has secrets, or
has any excuse for false modesty. If, and it seems
unlikely, she reverts to her former behavior, we will
have to have another ceremony, something more
extreme. Now, sisters and dates, I suggest you go
upstairs and dance."
The sergeant at arms released Amy from her
bondage on the horse and handed her her clothes.
Josh lingered behind and watched as Amy stepped
into her thong and pulled on her pantihose. "I
couldn't say no. I've been wanting you for a long
time, and I'm very happy that I could claim your
virginity."
"Piss off, Josh. I wasn't really a virgin. I'm on the
pill, just in case."
"Well, did you like it? Like what I did?"
"No."
"Do you think you might learn to like it, if we
practiced together?"
"No. I don't think I ever want to see you again.
You fucked me in front of all those people."
"Well, Amy," said Josh, "when you meet some
handsome jock, and he asks you out for a date, you
are going to have to ask yourself: what does he want
from me? Mouth, cunt, or ass? You don't think
he'll want to take you home to mother, do you? On
the other hand, I'm available."
That was when Amy finally broke down and cried.
She sat there on a metal chair, her breasts heaving,
as she sobbed in despair.
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