Sorority Tales – Part 3
By Little Robbie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#Carlinxxbaby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you ready, Carlin?”

“Y … yes, sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

My sorority had punished me with humiliation.

#Haileyxxgrrl

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

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

Oh, shit. “Yes, sister.”

“And did you pass or fail?”

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

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

“Yes, sister.” What was I in for?

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

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

“Damn right you will. Now strip.”

I froze. What did she…

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

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

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

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

“Uh. Uh.”

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

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

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

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

“Yes, sister.”

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

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

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

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

Oh, shit. Okay.

WHAP!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh…uh…a number of what?”

“Just choose a number, right now.”

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

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

Well, shit.

“Ready. Go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#Barbiexxinpink

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

“Hey, Barb, waitin’ for the bus?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh…uh…No, I’m good. I’m good.”

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

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

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

“Something wrong, pledge?”

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

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

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

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

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

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