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 43 – Kathleen's punishment

Once the celebrations from the victory died down and the Four-Beta members 
returned to the sorority house, President Alexandra called an emergency meeting 
in the sitting room.  She flatly announced the fall election was way overdue and 
that it was urgent to have the sorority's new leadership elected and in place for 
Rush Week.

"Unfortunately we'll have to make the transition at the same time we're having 
Rush, but I've got to step down.  I'm not taking classes this fall, and if I'm no 
longer enrolled I'm not qualified to be in the directorate.  So tomorrow night 
we're holding our fall elections, and we'll swear in the new officers on Saturday.  
Please consult with your class leaders so we can agree on nominations."

Lisa felt bad for Alexandra, because her presidency was ending without the 
scandal over the former Sergeant-at-Arms being completely resolved.  While it 
may have been true that President Alexandra was not the best leader the sorority 
ever had, it also was clear that she was a decent person and that she did care about 
what happened to the members.  Lisa knew that in the end she would be forgotten, 
that her mixed record and a few lapses of judgment would relegate her service to 
obscurity within a few years.  Once the sophomores graduated, no one in the 
sorority would even remember her.

Tracy would be very different as president.  She had a very aggressive plan that if 
implemented, would make the Four-Beta Sorority a very serious organization and 
expand its membership.  She wanted being a Four-Beta to be a life-changing 
experience for everyone who joined and ultimately expand the sorority's 
influence within the university community.  Unlike her predecessor, Tracy would 
be remembered long after she graduated and moved on with her career.  The 
changes she planned to make would have a permanent impact on how the Four-
Betas conducted their lives and saw themselves as a group.

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Lisa was hoping to go to bed and spend some time with Kathleen but, as usual, 
Tracy pulled her aside and asked her to accompany her into the sorority office.  
Tracy wanted to "talk shop" with Lisa before releasing her for the evening.  Her 
immediate concern was not the election, but Rush Week.  The sorority would be 
full of prospective pledges throughout the next six days and the members would 
have to host a series of parties.  The sophomores had the biggest stake in the 
outcome of Rush Week, because they would be living with the incoming group 
for the next three years.

"You're gonna have to get together with Elaine and do some real mixing with 
those freshmen.  This is really gonna be your show.  Also, make sure the members 
of your pledge group and Brittany and Erin are out there, getting to know those 
girls.  And another thing.  We're definitely not the right sorority for everyone.  If 
you don't think we're a good fit for someone or they're not a good fit for us, make 
sure they know that and make sure you explain why.  But at the same time, never 
be overly insistent about pushing someone out the door.  If you don't think 
they're a good fit, and you try to discourage them, but they seem to insist, send 
them my way so I can make a final determination.  Don't forget, I have no 
problem taking in the Bernadettes and Kathleens of this world.  If they really want 
to join, and I feel it's for the right reasons, I'll give 'em a contract."

Tracy sat back and tilted her head slightly, which was a gesture she always used 
when she had something important to announce to her listener:

"That gets us to the next thing I need to settle.  I've been talking to the other 
seniors, and also to Shannon and Elaine, and we've pretty much decided who's 
gonna get the nominations for the next chapter directorate.  The new officers will 
all be seniors, except Shannon, who's my first choice for the next Sergeant-at-
Arms.  There's only one spot still open, and that's Pledge Mistress.  There's a 
reason why Pledge Mistress is always the hardest position to fill, and that's 
because most members don't want it.  It's the least glamorous spot in the 
directorate, and yet by far the one with the most responsibility and the one with 
the most work.  Most of the members are here to have fun, and being Pledge 
Mistress is not very much fun.  However, this year we do have a member who'd 
make a good Pledge Mistress."

"So who is it?"

"You."

"Me?"

"You're the most logical choice.  What I'd like to do is nominate you to be this 
year's Pledge Mistress and take the word 'Acting' off your title."

"But…I just joined…wouldn't the others have a problem with…"

Tracy smiled and shook her head.

"No.  Trust me, the others won't have a problem with it.  With as much work as 
that position is…and the worst part of it is having to put up with me day in and 
day out…No.  They're not lining up to be Pledge Mistress.  That job takes a 
certain personality type, and right now, you're the member in the sorority who's 
got what's needed to do the job.  It doesn't matter that you just joined."

"Well…I guess if the others are OK with it…I'd be honored…"

"And I'll be honored to be working with you in the fall.  Even before I started 
talking to the seniors, you were my first pick to replace me.  The others are 
expecting it.  They already have a nickname for you.  They're calling you 'Tracy 
Junior'."

Lisa laughed.

"I 'spose there's worse things they could call me."

"Anyhow, I know you've got Kathleen as your assistant.  Actually, she's very 
good with the stuff you've assigned to her, you know, the rules and history 
instruction.  I suppose she's not ready to take over a group?"

"No.  Her strong point is her teaching.  She's not a leader.  I couldn't picture her 
bossing anyone around."

"Alright, then we'll keep her focused on instructing and not assign her a group.  
How do you feel about Bernadette and Cherine?"

"I think Bernadette would make a good counselor, but you're gonna have to be 
careful about who goes in her group.  You'd want outgoing girls with her, but not 
ones with really strong personalities.  I wouldn't put anyone in her group who 
might challenge her, because I don't think she'd handle that well.  Cherine would 
be a good counselor with quieter pledges, the shy ones."

"Alright, then we've got a Pledge Mistress, an assistant/instructor, and two group 
counselors.  I'll talk to Shannon and Elaine about nominating the others.  Now the 
next thing I want to think about is what the training staff is gonna wear.  I'm 
thinking of assigning uniforms to the training staff, the same as the pledge outfits, 
except the shirts would read 'counselor' or 'Pledge Mistress'."

Lisa took a deep breath.  Tracy noticed her disappointed expression.

"You're not thrilled about having to wear a uniform, are you?"

"Not really.  I mean, I already told Brittany and Erin that I wasn't gonna be 
wearing anything because I'm a nudist and…"

"So, that lifestyle's really that important to you?"

"Yes."

"So, what you're telling me is that you'd prefer to perform your duties as Pledge 
Mistress in the nude?"

"Yes."

"Well, here's a thought.  What if I propose that the uniform for the Pledge 
Mistress ought to be the same as the pledges?  In other words, when the pledges 
are naked, the Pledge Mistress must be naked too?"

"That's sort of what I wanted…"

"Alright, I'll just write that into your work plan.  But what it means is that 
whenever the pledges are attending sorority functions or meetings, you'd have to 
be there in the nude along with them."

"That's fine.  That's what I want."

Lisa watched as Tracy made some notes.  Then she decided to change the topic:

"Tracy, I was kinda curious.  If you want me to be Pledge Mistress, what's the 
deal gonna be about discipline?"

"That'll mostly stay the same under you as it was under me.  I believe that 
physical punishment is an important part of what we do in the Four-Beta pledge-
training program.  As Pledge Mistress I expect you to be as strict with your group 
as I was with you.  The only change I want is more accountability.  Anytime a 
pledge needs to be disciplined, the Pledge Mistress, or in some cases her group 
counselor, will administer the punishment.  Both the Pledge Mistress and the 
counselor would have to be present whenever a punishment is administered, along 
with another chapter officer and at least one other witness, preferably other 
pledges from her group.  I also want to formalize punishments, such as having an 
official reading of the pledge's offense, always conducting punishments in one 
place, and always have them administered the same way."

Tracy looked at Lisa to get her reaction.  When Lisa nodded Tracy continued:

"What I'd also like to do is put down in writing the rules, procedures, and severity 
of punishments, so everyone knows, from the very beginning, what to expect.  On 
the other hand, I'd leave some discretion for leniency to the Pledge Mistress, but 
would make sure that she explains in the training log why any given punishment 
is less severe than what's stipulated in the Pledge Manual.  For example, your 
decision to split the punishment you had to give Brittany and Erin because your 
assistant brought out the wrong strap made perfect sense.  I want to make sure the 
Pledge Mistress has that type of on-the-spot discretion.  But anyhow, I want 
everything related to punishments put into the training log, so that each incident 
of discipline is documented and subject to review by the sorority officers at the 
end of each week."

"That makes sense."

"By the way, make sure the punishment you administered to Brittany and Erin is 
fully documented in the training log.  Might as well get started on that now."

"Alright."

Lisa added a paragraph about the strapping to the training log while Tracy looked 
through several pledge packets.  When Lisa finished her entry, Tracy's next 
question totally shocked her.

"Lisa, I need to ask you a personal question, because how you answer will make a 
difference in a decision I have to make for myself."

Lisa looked up, waiting for the question:

"What's your relationship with Ken right now?"

"I…well you know I was over at the Tri-Alpha house today…"

"Having sex with him?"

Lisa gave Tracy a very irritated look.

"Yes, Tracy, I had sex with him.  Why do you need to know that?"

Tracy took a deep breath.  

"I need to know that because…I have my reasons.  But if you're getting back 
together with Ken, where does that leave Kathleen?"

"It's kinda complicated…but I'm not leaving her, if that's what you're worried 
about."

"But you still want him as well?"

"Yeah, the truth is, I want him too.  But there's a lot more to it…right now I can't 
explain it, but what I feel for both of them…"

The two women sat quietly for a minute, each of them becoming more 
uncomfortable with the silence.

"You will remember that I told you not to judge Ken, not to make assumptions 
about him.  You remember that, right?"

"Yes.  I remember that."

"…and now you've decided that you want him back, even though you're rooming 
with Kathleen?"

"Yes."

"…and he wants you?"

"Yes."

"…and…do Ken and Kathleen…know about each other?"

Lisa stayed silent for a minute, but suddenly blurted out:

"Yeah, they know about each other alright!  They even fucked each other at 
Burnside's party and tried to keep it a secret from me!  That pissed me off and…"

Tracy immediately pounced on Lisa's hypocrisy over the encounter between her 
two lovers.  As Lisa defended herself, she was forced to explain that what she 
really wanted was to have both Ken and Kathleen as submissive partners.  Then 
she backtracked and tried to justify what she wanted:

"…but it's not what you think…really it isn't!  I care about both of them and the 
fact is they both need me.  The problem is I really don't know how much longer I 
can balance them in my life, because…in the end you'll be right about…because 
I'm really worried I'm gonna badly hurt one of them…and that's the last thing I 
want to do…"

"Well, here's my next question.  How would you feel if Ken was staying here, 
with us in the sorority house, and you were in charge of him?"

"Well, sure…that'd be great, but how could that happen?"

"Remember in a few days I'll be chapter president?"

"Well, yeah…"

"And you'll remember there's a tradition that, every year, the Four-Beta chapter 
president gets to pick two Tri-Alphas as her personal attendants.  Those two 
members are officially on loan to us from the fraternity.  They have to stay at the 
sorority instead of the fraternity, and they're under orders from the Four-Beta 
directorate.  What I'm driving at is that with your permission I'd like to pick Ken 
to be one of my attendants."

"But…are you and him…"

"No.  We're not.  That's the reason I want him on board, because I don't want an 
attendant I'm emotionally involved with.  The truth is, I have nothing to offer 
him.  I can't give him a relationship, or my time, or my love.  Ken understands 
what I need from him, but I have absolutely nothing I can give back to him in 
return.  That would have to come from you.  Love, time, emotional support, 
training, discipline…all that would have to come from you."

Lisa realized that she was about to get as close to living out her fantasy as she 
could without owning a large house in which she could lock up her two lovers.  
Also, she was somewhat flattered that Tracy was asking her permission to take 
Ken as one of her attendants, because that was something she was not required to 
do at all.

In the end Lisa gave the future chapter president consent for Ken to move into the 
sorority house.  He would serve as Tracy's personal attendant, just like the two 
guys that currently were serving under President Alexandra.  

There would be one important change however, a condition that Lisa insisted 
upon.  Ken would not be issued the white attendant's uniform.  Instead, like the 
new Pledge Mistress, her assistant, and the pledges themselves, Tracy's attendant 
would be required to be naked whenever performing his duties.  At no time would 
Ken be allowed to cover himself when he was in the Four-Beta House.

So now it was official.  Ken was destined to be part of Lisa's future, every bit as 
much as Kathleen was destined to be part of Lisa's future.

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Lisa returned to her room, hugged Kathleen, and put her over her lap to take her 
temperature.  As she contemplated her lover's thin bottom and waited for the 
temperature to register, Lisa realized that if she still wanted to whip Kathleen for 
her indiscretion over July 4th, that night would be her best opportunity to carry out 
the punishment.  During Rush Week neither she nor Kathleen would be running 
around the sorority house naked, so the welts would stay hidden under her lover's 
clothing.  By the end of Rush Week the marks would be gone and the punishment 
would remain a private matter.  That was important to Lisa, because she was as 
determined to protect Kathleen's dignity in public as she was in forcing her to be 
totally submissive in private.

Lisa pulled out the thermometer, read the temperature, wiped it off, and put it 
back in its case.  Then she tapped her lover's shoulder to let her know she needed 
to stand up.  Lisa embraced Kathleen, gently kissed her mouth, and with a sad 
voice announced:

"Sweetie, I'm afraid I still gotta punish you for what you did to me on July 4th.  
You understand that, right?"

Kathleen's expression changed to fear and she began trembling:

"Yes Lisa, I understand that."

"Then I think tonight's the best night to get that taken care of.  I don't want your 
behavior coming between us anymore, so right now you're gonna have to get your 
whipping.  Then we can forget about it.  Hmm?"

Lisa positioned her fingertips under her frightened lover's chin, forcing her to 
look up.

"I…yes Lisa…"

"Now you be a good girl and get me that two-pronged strap you were thinking 
about having me use.  Also, get me a couple of three-foot chains and two wrist 
cuffs."

Lisa handed Kathleen a pillowcase and stuffed a towel into it.

"Use this to wrap everything up and stuff it in here.  If anyone sees you, just say 
you're doing laundry."

Kathleen took the pillowcase downstairs and went into the small room where the 
punishment supplies were kept.  She selected a two-pronged strap, chains and 
wrist cuffs.  She would have taken simple metal ones, but she knew that Lisa 
instead wanted her to select leather cuffs that were padded.  The reason for that 
was very simple: Lisa did not want any cuff-marks on her lover's wrists as 
evidence that she had been restrained.  As instructed, she wrapped the items in the 
towel and went back upstairs.

While Kathleen was gone, Lisa had undressed and cleared the space where the 
disciplinarian and her subject would be standing during the whipping.  She 
unloaded the towel and stuffed it at the foot of the door to muffle any sound that 
might come from the room.  She wrapped Kathleen's wrists in the cuffs and 
ordered her to stand quietly with her eyes shut until given further orders.  Lisa 
then suspended the chains from the hooks (she was tall enough to not need to 
stand on a chair) and finally lifted Kathleen's arms and clipped her wrists to the 
chains.  Kathleen thus was immobilized.  She was trembling, but kept her eyes 
shut pending permission to open them again.

Lisa then sat down to admire her lover before punishing her.  She truly did make a 
lovely sight, her thin, trembling body waiting for punishment.  Once Lisa satisfied 
herself studying her subject, she stood up and sensuously ran her hands over her 
lover's body.  Softly she spoke into her ear:

"I love you, and it hurts me to have to do this to you.  You understand I don't like 
having to hurt you like this, don't you?"

"I…Yes Lisa, I know that."

"Please don't ever make me have to do this to you again.  If you behave from now 
on, you could make this the last time I ever have to punish you."

"I…I'll try, Lisa…please…I don't want you to be mad at me."

Lisa traced her fingertip around her lover's trembling mouth.

"That's completely up to you.  Totally up to you.  Your choices in life are what'll 
decide whether or not I have to discipline you.  You know the rules, but it's up to 
you whether or not you want to follow them."

Lisa put her hands on Kathleen's hips to position her for the flogging.  She would 
have to remain standing with her feet spread slightly and pointed inward, her back 
arched with her bottom properly positioned to receive the blows.  When Lisa was 
ready to punish the fronts of her lover's thighs, Kathleen would have to stand 
straight.  Lisa gave her a very strong incentive to stay in position and not do 
anything to lessen the impact of the strap: she gently touched the implement to her 
lover's vulva.  If Kathleen dared break position, Lisa would strike her between the 
legs.

Lisa strongly believed that any punishment needed to have various rituals before 
the blows started.  One of those rituals was to draw lines on her lover's arms and 
legs with a magic marker.  Lisa wanted to separate the parts of her lover's body 
that would be covered by clothing from the areas that would be exposed.  She 
would have to stay within the limits of those lines.  Of course, Lisa was perfectly 
capable of staying with those areas anyway, but the feel of the magic marker on 
her body heightened Kathleen's anxiety and pre-punishment tension.

The next part of the ritual came when Lisa caressed Kathleen's body with the 
strap.  As the thin prongs explored the young woman's exposed skin, she began to 
perspire and tremble with fright.  Finally Lisa stopped, gave her lover one last kiss 
on the mouth, and positioned herself to deliver the first blow.  She tapped the 
strap against her lover's trembling bottom, swung her arm back, and delivered a 
cruel blow across both sides.

"Aiee…uh…uh…"

The implement did not make a loud CRACK like the noise made by a broad strap, 
but it left two cruel reddish lines across Kathleen's backside.  Lisa waited for the 
pain to fully register in the younger woman's mind before delivering the second 
blow.  She would go very slowly, following Burnside's lesson to allow the 
passage of time to help wear down her victim and thus minimize the number of 
blows needed to make her cry.

The whipping started on Kathleen's bottom, but Lisa also planned to punish her 
shoulders and upper thighs to avoid concentrating the punishment too much on 
just one part of her lover's body.  The strap left very cruel marks because so much 
force was concentrated in those two thin prongs of leather.  The implement was 
not what Lisa would have chosen to punish her lover, but because it was what 
Kathleen had picked out, it was what Lisa would have to use.  It did have one 
huge advantage, and that was it did not make loud noises upon impact like a 
normal strap or paddle.  That certainly was important for Lisa's desire to keep the 
punishment a private matter in the crowded sorority house.

It was clear that Kathleen was suffering, although she was doing her best to "be a 
good girl" and not make too much noise by crying.  After just four strokes tears 
were running down her cheeks.  By the time Lisa had covered her bottom and 
backs of her thighs with cruel reddish welts, her lover's body was shaking with 
suppressed sobs.

Lisa took a break from the punishment, but touched the strap to Kathleen's 
shoulders to let her know that part of her body would be punished next.  A strange 
mix of emotions swept through her as she studied her suffering companion.  She 
felt that Kathleen made a truly beautiful sight with her body restrained and her 
bottom covered with vicious red marks.  At the same time Lisa empathized with 
the poor girl.  Precisely because she was so helpless at that moment, there was a 
part of Lisa that wanted to reassure her and protect her.  She knew that moment 
would indeed come: that as soon as she was released Kathleen would need to be 
held and comforted.

However, before her lover could be released, Lisa would have to finish the 
whipping.  The purpose of the evening's session was real punishment with the 
goal of inflicting real pain.  Lisa was chastising Kathleen to put fear into her, fear 
of the consequences of ever crossing her again.  Lisa loved her companion and 
had no desire to continuously beat her.  However, she was determined to use the 
evening's traumatic session as part of her life-long goal of establishing ownership 
over the girl's soul.  Even if Lisa never had to whip her again, threat of 
punishment, based on the memory of what was going on in that room, would 
always be a part of Kathleen's life.

The freshman held up fairly well while her bottom was being flogged, but she 
cried pitifully when Lisa started punishing her upper back.  She broke position 
and tried to twist to avoid a stroke, which forced Lisa to bring the strap up 
between her legs.  Once that blow was delivered, she quickly covered Kathleen's 
mouth to muffle her scream.  Tears and sweat were pouring down the poor girl's 
face, and Lisa had not even started flogging the fronts of her legs.

Lisa paused to allow her lover to partially recover from the blows delivered so far.  
Her bottom was a swollen mass of red lines.  Her upper back was marked as well, 
but only with six sets of double welts.  Lisa decided that was enough and it was 
time to finish up on her thin thighs.

"OK, now you know I was serious about hitting you between the legs.  I don't 
want to have to do that to you again, but I will whenever you break position.  Do 
you understand me?"

Kathleen, between her sobs and trembling, forced herself to nod.

"Stand up straight, so I can finish up.  I know it's gonna hurt, but if you behave, 
we'll be done in just a few minutes."

Because Kathleen already had broken, Lisa did not see any need in prolonging the 
final portion of her punishment.  She quickly laid 20 strokes on the upper part of 
her lover's thighs, 10 on each side.  While Lisa waited for the pain from the final 
portion of the punishment to mount, Kathleen continued to cry as she hung 
suspended by her cuffs.  Lisa wanted to release her and hold her, but decided to 
wait until her lover's sobs died down a bit.

Finally Lisa decided it was time to unclip her lover's cuffs and let her down.  She 
sat down on her bed and held the sad girl in her arms, comforting her like a crying 
child.  The punishment had ended and the moment had come for Lisa to reassure 
her charge that everything was forgiven and that she still loved her.

Kathleen fell asleep within a few minutes, exhausted by the trauma of her 
punishment and comforted by Lisa's embrace.  Lisa was relieved, because the 
punishment that had waited for two months finally was over.  Her lover had been 
taught her lesson.  More importantly, she had accepted the life Lisa was preparing 
for her and was ready for the next phase in the relationship.

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The following day Lisa woke up, showered, and then woke up her roommate.   
She ordered Kathleen to stand up so she could study the results of the previous 
day's punishment.  Kathleen's body still was badly marked up, but Lisa calculated 
that by Thursday the marks would be gone.  

It was obvious that Kathleen did not resent the whipping.  Quite to the contrary 
she was relieved it was over and eager to demonstrate to Lisa that she very willing 
to do what she was ordered to do.  Lisa thought about her goal of getting her lover 
to start kneeling, but still wanted to encourage Kathleen to make that decision on 
her own.  What Lisa needed to do was create situations in which Kathleen was 
kneeling, and then, through positive re-enforcement, express her approval.  
Kathleen's eagerness to please would do the rest.

Lisa lent her lover a bathrobe (because Kathleen no longer owned a bathrobe) and 
told her to shower.  She told the truth about wanting to keep the punishment a 
private matter, adding that the rules for Kathleen's clothing would change for a 
few days until her body no longer had any marks from the punishment.

When Kathleen came back and hung up the robe, Lisa sat in the room's armchair 
and ordered her to present her homework.

"Here, come around to the side and get down so we can look this over together."

Sure enough, when she came around to the side of the chair, Kathleen got on her 
knees to better see her homework.  As they went over the assignment, Lisa began 
stroking her lover's hair and shoulders.  

The two women had just established their first routine activity during which 
Kathleen would always kneel and receive a reward.  Whenever they went over 
homework, Lisa would sit in the armchair and Kathleen would kneel next to her, 
enjoying the privilege of having her head and shoulders caressed while her 
mistress advised her about her studies.