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.