The Pledge Mistress
Copyright 2006 by EC
EC's Erotic Art & Fiction - http://www.ecgraphicarts.com/

(warnings: erotic discipline, sex between adults, medical fetish, public nudity, 
sexual hazing)

Chapter 19 - A hard lesson from Ruth Burnside

The following day was Friday, the final day of the first week of classes and of the 
pledges’ second week with the Four-Beta Sorority. At 5:30 the four young women 
got off their cots and prepared to go for the morning run. Tracy came downstairs, 
only to be pleasantly surprised that her charges already were up and getting ready 
for the morning PT. Still, their readiness did not spare them the usual morning 
slap on the bare bottom as they went past the Pledge Mistress to go upstairs.

After the morning exercise, clean-up, breakfast, and assignment presentation, 
Tracy took her pledges to the university. She dropped off Lisa at Burnside’s office 
and took the others to class. That morning Burnside was not in, but had left a note 
on the door that a key was with the receptionist. Lisa let herself in and locked the 
door behind her. She took off her clothes, hung them in the closet, and prepared to 
review the readings she had for class that day.

Lisa managed to pay attention to her coursework for about 15 minutes. However, 
when the air conditioning came on and she felt the cool air blowing against her 
bare body, she was reminded of her unusual situation, sitting completely naked in 
her professor’s office. The erotic feeling of being so exposed returned, and she 
found herself beginning to daydream. She moved to the professor’s desk, 
imagining that she was Burnside. Or better yet, Dr. Lisa Campbell, the first naked 
professor in the United States of America. Professor Campbell, who never wore 
clothes in public, and whose trademark was lecturing and speaking in the nude. 

Dr. Campbell became the Dean of the School of Arts & Sciences and spoke at 
numerous commencement ceremonies. She was a well-known and respected 
economist, in great demand to appear on television and at conferences. She was 
very approachable, but any public appearance by Dr. Campbell had a condition. 
She had taken an oath never to wear clothes, so that need had to be 
accommodated by anyone issuing an invitation to speak. If she appeared at a 
commencement, she had to have a microphone not attached to a podium so her 
body could be fully visible to her listeners. If she appeared on television, the 
camera angle had to show her figure in its entirety, and absolutely no electronic 
censoring was permitted.

Dr. Campbell’s opinions and knowledge became more valued over time. She 
traveled to various international development summits and was called before 
Congress to testify in committee. As always, her demand that she appear naked 
needed to be respected and her exposed body became a familiar sight on Capitol 
Hill. She frequently spoke on national television, her nakedness contrasting with 
the dark suits of the politicians standing behind her…

As that fantasy ran through her mind, Lisa’s fingers explored her body and finally 
made their way to her vagina. Soon she was trembling with pleasure and her 
sweat saturating the smooth leather of her professor’s desk chair. The room 
reeked of orgasm as she took her time pleasuring herself. Precisely as she was 
about to climax and was totally distracted, Lisa heard a key in the door’s lock. 
Before she even had a chance to jump out of the chair, Ruth Burnside and Jim 
Halsey entered the back office. She scrambled to her feet and stood at attention, 
her face white with terror and embarrassment.

Burnside was clearly infuriated. The student noticed the older woman’s eyes 
looking over the sweat-covered leather on her chair.

“Lisa, there is some leather cleaner and cleaning cloths in the cabinet in the outer 
office. I expect my chair to be cleaned properly. If the surface of that chair is 
damaged, you will be paying me to have it reupholstered.”

Without saying a word, Lisa rushed to the outer room to get the cleaner. 
Unfortunately, the door from the outer office to the main hallway was open and 
several passing students saw her before she had a chance to slam it shut. She 
grabbed the cleaner and cleaning cloth and ran back into the back office to 
attempt to salvage a piece of fine furniture that probably was worth $ 1,000.

Lisa trembled with fright as she sprayed down the chair and began wiping it. Her 
body continued to drip sweat and the smell of her interrupted orgasm had not 
dissipated. After about five minutes of desperately cleaning, she looked up at the 
two professors, both of whom were standing watching her with crossed arms.

Lisa continued to tremble as she stood at attention. She felt the cool air blowing 
against her very wet vulva and the exposure of her swollen vagina to the two 
senior professors. The two professors, meanwhile, moved a pair of chairs directly 
in front of Burnside’s mortified student and sat down. It was Dr. Halsey who 
addressed her:

“Young lady, that was quite an impressive performance you just gave us. I 
presume you were fantasizing about something?”

“I…I…yes, sir…I…I mean, Dr. Halsey…I was fantasizing…”

“Please do us the honor of describing your fantasy to us. We are interested. Take 
your time describing to us in depth your most secretive thoughts and leave out no 
detail. Please tell us what mental journey overrides the sanctity of Ruth’s chair; a 
chair which, you might be interested to know, I presented to her to celebrate the 
fifth anniversary of her tenure.”

Lisa began trembling more visibly upon hearing Halsey’s words. Oh, great! Not 
only is that chair worth a lot of money, it’s a gift from Burnside’s lover!

Lisa continued to shake as she described her fantasy about being a famous and 
well-known economist, but spending her entire professional life completely in the 
nude. The fantasy’s hold over Lisa did not diminish, even as she faced the utter 
humiliation of having to describe it to her professors while facing them naked 
with her legs spread and her hands behind her head. The fear she was enduring 
gave her a tremendous sexual rush, and even as her knees continued to tremble 
she felt a wave of sexual energy sweep through her crotch. Burnside was the next 
to speak:

“My…my…my…I see that your fantasy really does have a hold on you. Yes, you 
certainly would look lovely in Washington, that nice figure of yours on the 
nightly news. Yes, you’d be the naked economist, the uncovered seeker of the 
truth, the trustworthy witness with nothing to hide. A lovely idea, Lisa. Very 
lovely indeed. Perhaps one worth pursuing.”

Burnside was not speaking sarcastically. It seemed that she really did like the idea 
of Lisa standing naked in front the news cameras of the entire nation. 

At that point Halsey's cell-phone rang. He glanced at it, kissed his lover goodbye, 
and left the room. As soon as he left, the mood in Burnside’s office took a very 
strange turn. Burnside glanced at the chair and could see that it was none the 
worse for Lisa’s perspiration. Fortunately the student’s bank account would be 
spared the expense of reupholstering Halsey’s gift. However, there remained the 
issues of her indecent behavior and her on-going state of arousal. Burnside knew 
Lisa well enough to understand there was no way she could go to her next class as 
sweaty and aroused as she was. She would have to be brought to orgasm and then 
shower off before going to class. Fortunately there were two hours before her next 
lecture so there was plenty of time to attend to the girl's needs.

Burnside announced that Lisa was facing discipline for her indecent behavior in 
the office and her terrible act of disrespect. The professor gave her student a 
choice, either she could take discipline from her and nothing would be said to the 
Four-Beta Pledge Mistress, or she could wait until the evening and personally 
explain what had happened to Tracy, with the other three pledges present and 
listening. The choice was easy enough; Lisa would take her discipline from 
Burnside. The older woman nodded, took off her jacket, and sat down on the sofa. 
Lisa sighed with relief. So it would just be an over-the-lap hand spanking. Phew! 
A mere spanking she could handle.

Burnside grabbed Lisa's wrist and pulled her over her lap. Lisa, still grateful that 
she only was facing a simple hand-spanking, settled across Burnside's thighs. The 
professor instructed Lisa to move forward a bit and tilt her bottom up. The 
younger woman obeyed as the professor slipped her hand between her legs. Lisa 
obediently spread her legs to better expose herself to her boss.

Burnside always had enjoyed the sight of Lisa’s bottom, which she found very 
attractive. Now that lovely bottom was submissively positioned, with her bottom-
cheeks slightly bent and spread. Burnside gently massaged Lisa’s backside, 
enjoying the sight and feel of her student’s tanned skin and firm flesh. So 
lovely…

While Lisa had gone over Burnside’s lap expecting a simple spanking, the 
professor had much more in mind. Yes, there would be a spanking, but her 
intention to exert her authority over her student went way beyond a simple 
punishment. Burnside hoped to use Lisa’s erotic fantasies and the weakness of her 
body to teach her a hard lesson. If Burnside so desired, she could use the girl’s 
body to control her emotions and force her to completely surrender herself.

Burnside continued to massage Lisa’s bottom and thighs, using sensuous touches 
and light tickling with her fingertips until she noticed a subtle change in the young 
woman’s posture. At first Lisa was very tensed up and nervous, but Burnside’s 
experience in establishing control over other people’s bodies allowed her to get 
the girl to relax, then finally to enjoy what was happening to her.

“I want you to keep your fantasy in the forefront of your mind,” noted the 
professor. “Think about maybe starting as early as today, proctoring my class with 
nothing on. That would be the very first act of your naked career. Imagine being 
exposed to an entire auditorium of students, all eyes focused on you as you hand 
out syllabuses. Doesn’t that idea appeal to you?”

It did, and the slight chance that Burnside might not be joking brought Lisa back 
to the edge of sexual arousal. .

“Now, imagine yourself a couple of years in the future, teaching a seminar in the 
nude. Maybe by then the laws have changed and you’re allowed to leave your 
clothes at home, or, better yet, you got special permission to always be naked 
while everyone else has to stay dressed.”

Lisa was very wet, and tilted her bottom up, desperately hoping Burnside would 
slip her fingers between her thighs and touch her…

Burnside smiled. She had Lisa right where she wanted her. She teased Lisa’s labia 
with the tip of her index finger as Lisa involuntarily tilted her hips even more, 
hoping that Burnside would touch her clitoris.

“I’d bet you’d like a nice orgasm right now…”

“I…yes…please…”

“You’re going to have to earn that orgasm, Lisa. I’m not just going to give it to 
you. You’ve got to earn it.”

“Dr. Burnside…please…”

Burnside patted Lisa’s bottom.

“You stay in position and behave yourself, and I’ll reward you when we’re done.”

“Yes…Please…”

With that Burnside began slapping Lisa’s upturned bottom. At the beginning she 
did not spank very hard, just with enough force to put some pleasant heat and 
sting in the younger woman’s eager bottom. She slapped more quickly than she 
would have slapped during a real punishment spanking, since her purpose was 
different from a normal punishment. She wanted Lisa to feel sensation in her 
bottom that came close to, but was not exactly, painful.

Lisa’s sweaty bottom continued to redden under the attention of her professor. 
The mounting heat and stinging in her backside was just enough to enhance her 
sexual arousal. Every so often the professor took a break from the spanking to 
tease Lisa’s vulva, by lightly touching her labia or running her fingertip over her 
vagina, but the touches were just enough to torment Lisa and keep her state of 
arousal from diminishing. Burnside’s goal was to keep her student as close to 
climax as possible for as long as possible.

As Lisa’s bottom reddened, Burnside began slapping much harder. The painful 
slaps only added to Lisa’s feeling of sexual desperation and willingness to do 
anything to be allowed to climax. Burnside now had Lisa completely under her 
control as the heat and stinging became much more intense and erotic. Had 
Burnside started out spanking Lisa as hard as she was spanking her now, the girl’s 
sexual arousal would have vanished because of the pain. However, Burnside 
knew how to gradually increase both the pain and the girl’s sexual desires.

SLAP!…SLAP!…SLAP!…

After about 15 minutes the spanking was reaching its climax. Burnside took 
longer breaks to continue teasing Lisa between her thighs, pleased that her student 
was desperately spreading her legs and lewdly exposing herself as her posture 
silently pleaded the professor to satisfy her sexual desires. Lisa’s desire for an 
orgasm filled her thoughts and canceled out any hint of dignity or self-control. 
She wanted that orgasm, and that was all she wanted.

Burnside’s fingertips sensuously explored Lisa’s vulva, staying in contact with 
her labia and gently circling her vagina. Lisa’s body trembled and she moaned 
with pleasure, as she relished the feel of the older woman’s invasion of her most 
intimate area. Finally Burnside’s fingertip touched Lisa’s clitoris. At first the 
touch was tentative and light, but gradually Burnside’s fingertip began massaging 
Lisa more seriously, with the intent of finally bringing her to orgasm. The 
younger woman bit her lip and groaned with delight as Burnside’s fingertip 
worked its magic on her body. As the professor continued to massage Lisa’s 
clitoris with her right hand, she ran her left hand over her back and bottom. 

Lisa climaxed, but Burnside was not done with her. She inserted her finger into 
Lisa’s vagina, then again explored her labia and clitoris. The second orgasm was 
so good that she nearly passed out from the extreme pleasure.

Lisa remained over Burnside’s lap after she calmed down, too tired to have any 
desire to get up. The professor ran her thumb over Lisa’s vulva to lubricate it, 
then touched the girl’s bottom-hole several times with her wet thumb to prepare 
her for the final part of her lesson. Once Burnside was satisfied that both her 
thumb and Lisa’s sphincter were adequately lubricated, she pushed it deep into 
Lisa’s bottom-hole while penetrating her vagina with her index finger. Lisa, who 
was just starting to come to her senses, gasped at the professor’s new intrusion 
into her body.

Burnside’s thumb and fingertip worked their way in deeper and pressed together 
inside Lisa. The sensation was strange and somewhat sinister. Combined with her 
sore bottom and exhausted muscles, the firm grip inside Lisa’s body gave her the 
feeling that she had completely lost any control over her existence. Burnside 
knew what she was thinking, because the sensation her student was experiencing 
was exactly what she had wanted her to experience.

“Lisa, I have a question for you. Between us, who do you think is in charge?”

“You, Dr. Burnside.”

“That’s right. I am the one who’s in charge. I expect you to remember that. 
Whenever we are in the same room together, I want you to remember that I am 
capable of controlling you. I know how to take over your body and use it against 
you. I’ve just demonstrated that, haven’t I?”

“Yes, Dr. Burnside.”

“Now, whenever I tell you to do something, what’s going to happen?”

“I’m gonna do it…and not question your authority, Dr. Burnside.”

“Very good, Lisa. That’s what I want to hear.”

With that Burnside pulled her fingers out of Lisa’s body and ordered her to stand 
up. Lisa, her body covered in sweat, her muscles sore from her orgasm, and her 
bottom sore from the spanking, was unsteady on her feet for the first few seconds 
she was off her professor’s lap. Burnside ordered Lisa to go into the outer room, 
get some wet wipes, and to “clean your shit off my hand”. Lisa complied, getting 
the wet wipes and returning to the sofa where her professor was sitting. She knelt 
and cleaned the older woman’s hand as best she could. Burnside sat back with 
satisfaction, pleased at the relative ease with which she had managed to “tame” 
her new student aide.

As soon as Burnside’s hand was as clean as Lisa could get it, the professor handed 
her a robe and a key to the bathroom used by tenured faculty women. The 
bathroom had a shower, which would allow the student to wash off the residue of 
her very strange morning and make herself presentable for class. She handed Lisa 
a towel and her Four-Beta uniform and escorted her down the hallway of the 
Economics Department. The bathroom was hidden at the end of a small side 
entrance next to a conference room. Burnside decided to go into the bathroom 
with Lisa so she could properly wash her hands. Once the professor was satisfied 
her hands were clean, she unceremoniously left Lisa to return to her office. She 
still needed to change her skirt, which was stained with her student’s sweat and 
juices from her recent arousal.

Lisa showered as quickly as she could and put her uniform back on. She 
discovered to her dismay that the redness from Burnside’s spanking extended 
down the tops of her thighs and was not completely hidden by her shorts. Anyone 
walking behind her would be able to see enough of the redness to tell that she 
recently had been spanked. She hoped that the color would fade within an hour or 
so, but doubted that her skin could recover before she had to go out in public to 
make her first class.

Lisa looked at herself in the mirror, still badly shaken from her morning’s 
experience from the professor. There was no question that, in theory, what 
Burnside had just done to her was very illegal. Had Lisa wanted, she could have 
turned in the professor to the university administration, formally accused her of 
sexual assault, and had her dismissed from her position. However, Lisa, Burnside, 
and the Four-Beta sorority all knew there was no way that was going to happen. 
The professor held the key to Lisa’s future, because she had given her student a 
job that most sophomores could only dream of getting. Any attempt to destroy her 
professor’s career would destroy her own prospects as well. Burnside’s 
association with the Four-Beta Sorority and her leadership in the local S&M scene 
made her a vital presence in Lisa’s social life as well as her academic life.

There was a much more personal reason why Lisa never would turn on Burnside 
for inflicting discipline on her. Her personality and sexual tastes were too close to 
those of the professor for her to see anything morally wrong with her mentor’s 
behavior. Burnside chose Lisa to be her assistant precisely because the two 
women viewed the world in much the same way, preferring to handle problems 
through private discipline rather than airing them through the legal system. The 
professor and her student already had a verbal agreement that any problems 
between them would be settled through physical discipline. Lisa had agreed to 
accept what had just happened to her when she accepted Burnside’s job offer. 
Anyone who knew Burnside very well knew that any person working under her 
could expect to endure physical discipline at some point in their employment. An 
occasional sore butt was simply part of the reality of working for Dr. Ruth 
Burnside.

Apart from the understanding that physical discipline was simply part of her work 
expectations, there was another reason why there was no chance Lisa would ever 
would object to the way she had been treated. There was a very strong erotic 
component to both women’s personalities, which made Lisa willing to accept 
Burnside’s way of handling her and sexually dominating her. There were things 
about human nature that Burnside knew that Lisa wanted to learn from her, the 
most important of which was how to use a combination of fear, eagerness to 
please, pain, and sexual reward to control other people. The fact that Burnside, 
through the right combination of guilt, fear, pain, and touching, had so completely 
taken control of Lisa’s body for a few minutes frightened her, but at the same time 
fascinated her. She wanted to learn how to do that, to use her partners’ physical 
and emotional weaknesses to completely control them. Burnside had that 
knowledge, and if Lisa proved herself worthwhile, the professor would gladly 
share her knowledge with her student.

That morning, however, Burnside’s main purpose was to make Lisa clearly 
understand who controlled their relationship. Lisa suspected that her professor 
had been waiting for an opportunity to impose her will, and the masturbation 
incident provided her with the perfect justification to do something she was 
planning to do anyway. As soon as the door opened and Lisa was caught 
masturbating, she expected to be punished. If anything, she expected the physical 
punishment to be much more severe, perhaps a caning or a series of strokes from 
the professor’s dreaded Danubian police switch. However, what Burnside wanted 
to accomplish that morning was not to flog Lisa, but instead to use the chair 
incident to establish her dominance over the girl’s sexuality. She wanted to make 
Lisa understand that around her professor she had no rights, not even those 
pertaining to her own body. 

Lisa picked up her robe and towel after wiping down the shower as best she 
could. She stepped into the hallway and returned to Burnside’s office, very 
grateful classes were in session and the hallway was empty. What a day, she 
thought to herself, what a day. And I haven’t even gone to my first class yet.

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A few minutes later Lisa was walking behind Burnside, wheeling the cart full of 
lecture supplies to the adjacent building. As before, her shorts worked their way 
up her bottom, exposing the lower part of her buttocks. The pinkness from the 
spanking was fading, but still quite visible. The red “B’s” on the bottom of her 
shorts made a point to everyone around her that was accentuated by the pink skin 
of her bottom and upper thighs. Lisa noticed everyone, male and female, looking 
at her as she went by.

The erotic nature of Lisa’s personality re-surfaced at that moment. She decided 
not to bother trying to pull down the back of her shorts to cover her buttocks. 
With every step she took more and more of her spanked bottom came into public 
view, drawing more and more attention from the courtyard full of students. Lisa 
noticed that several of the guys had erections under their pants or shorts. A surge 
of arousal swept through her as she remembered her fantasy, the one that had 
gotten her spanked in the first place. At that moment she wished she could have 
been completely naked, her bare body and spanked bottom totally exposed to the 
university. Anyhow, with her shorts pushed up into the crack of her bottom and an 
entire courtyard of incredulous students staring at her partially exposed backside, 
Lisa had come about as close to her fantasy as she could get without risking arrest 
for indecent exposure.

Upon entering the building Lisa sighed and pulled her shorts back down to cover 
her bottom. Her moment of fun and exposure was over, and now it was time for 
her to earn her paycheck. She took on a much more subdued attitude as she 
walked up and down the rows of freshmen students collecting assignments. While 
Burnside lectured, Lisa was responsible for checking them off against the class 
roster. Upon returning to Burnside’s office she would be responsible for grading 
them.

When the two women returned to Burnside’s office that afternoon, the professor 
addressed her as though the incident in the morning had never taken place. 
Fortunately the desk chair had dried out and was not stained. Lisa had been 
properly punished, so there was no point in making any further issue out of her 
behavior in the morning. Lisa had to strip and stand at attention while talking to 
the professor, but once she had been given instructions for the afternoon, she 
quietly sat at her desk and began to work. Burnside also sat down to work, 
making some final preparations for the first midterm examination in one of her 
classes. 

When Tracy came by with the three freshmen in the afternoon, Lisa was nervous 
about what Burnside might say about what had happened that morning. When the 
Pledge Mistress asked the professor how Pledge Lisa had performed that day, the 
professor responded:

“There was an issue with Pledge Lisa’s behavior this morning, and I had to 
discipline her. It’s written up in the daily summary report on this diskette. 
However, I want you to understand that I resolved the problem and I want there to 
be no further repercussions against Pledge Lisa. The incident was settled to my 
satisfaction and we need to move on.”

“OK, Dr. Burnside. No problem. I’ll note that you disciplined her, but I can leave 
out the details in the final entry if you’re satisfied she doesn’t need any further 
punishment.”

“Good. If she needs anything more, I’ll take care of it. We’ll keep it out of her 
records.”

With that Burnside handed Lisa over to Tracy. Lisa knelt to acknowledge the 
transfer of custody. She put on her pledge uniform and knelt next to her 
companions.

“PLEDGES! STAND UP!”

The four young women scrambled to their feet and left the building with their 
Pledge Mistress. As they walked off campus they began sweating under the 
oppressive heat of the late afternoon. By the time they returned the sorority house, 
their T-shirts were soaked with sweat and they were glad to put their smelly 
clothes in the wash. Tracy stripped alongside the others and made a very welcome 
announcement:

“It’s pool-time, ladies. I think a hot walk like that deserves a good swim, don’t 
you?”

“Yes, ma’am!”