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Subj: "Kathy" Book II, Chapter 8b (M/F) (232 lines)
January 17, 1998

Thanks for the (mostly) friendly comments.  This is the eighth section of a
book that runs 26 chapters.  

Readers are most strongly urged to read Kathy from the beginning.  It will
make no sense otherwise.  I hope to have the balance of the book posted within
a week or so. 

This is part 1 of Chapter 8; for uploading reasons, I couldn't transmit it
intact.  If you are downloading, put both pieces of chapter 8 together.
There's no sensible reason for the break, except for line count. 

Comments (of any kind) will be appreciated.  Contact me at morg105829@aol.com.
Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the
usual disclaimers apply.  Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-
commercial sites.  Please inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"
(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book II
Chapter 8B

Just then she heard John call out, "I guess it's time, guys."  With that, he
bent over and started to lick the honey around her lips, ending with a kiss.
She could feel other tongues all over her body licking up the sweet sticky
substance.

'Thank God,' Kathy thought.  It was the end of her period and she was still
wearing a super-absor- bent tampon.  As she felt her sexual juices start to
flow she fought to keep from writhing on the table tops.  She could sense
members changing places as they took turns on her body and she could hear the
sounds of their licking the full length of her body.  One spread her legs
slightly so he could chase the honey that was flowing between her thighs.
When he did she could feel his tongue rasping on her sensitive inner flesh.
"Have you ever seen skin like this?" she heard one member ask.  "She is
flawless.  I don't know what to do.  I could run my tongue over her body all
day long, but I can handle only so much honey."

Meanwhile, her juices continued to flow.  It was an exquisite form of torture
as she fought to keep from moaning and crying out.  She wanted to writhe on
the table top but, with an effort of will, managed to remain still.  After
what seemed like hours it was over and they helped her up to a sitting
position on a table.  Kathy stretched and massaged her aching shoulder muscles
to work out the kinks from having her arms outstretched below her.  She could
still see some honey on her bikini.  The fabric at the hips was so narrow that
John hadn't stopped pouring as he went across.  'I should be flattered,' she
thought.  'The guys would rather lick the honey from me than from fabric.'

A member gave her a glass of beer.  She took it gratefully and drank it,
suddenly realizing how thirsty she was.  Again the members were looking around
at one another obviously trying to figure out what to do next.

"I think that's about enough, guys, don't you?" John said in a voice loud
enough to carry across the room, "What do you say?"

A voice called out, "No one has ever been initiated into Alpha without being
paddled.  It's tradition!"  John blushed again.

"I guess you have to do it, John.  This is Yale and tradition must be
observed.  Let's do it!" Kathy said, making a little face and touching her
bottom.  A few moments later some members appeared carrying a strange object
draped with a sheet.  Kathy was puzzled as others put the tables back against
the wall and positioned the object where the tables had been.  One stripped
off the sheet and threw it towards the corner.  The object was a strange-
shaped leather-covered piece of furniture.  It had a sloping top covered with
a leather pad and it seemed that the height of its legs was adjustable.

"Come with me, Kathy," John said softly.

She followed him over to the object and studied it.  She thought she knew what
was coming next as members looked at her long legs and made tentative
adjustments to its legs.  She realized how it worked.  To save John from
further embarrassment she went over and lay over the higher end.  "Is this the
right way?" she asked.

"You got it, but the height isn't quite right."  he replied.  She straightened
up and stepped away to give them room to work.  Final adjustments were made on
the object's legs and then they were solidly tightened.  When Kathy bent over
it again, her toes just touched the floor and there were hand grips that she
could just reach.  She realized there were handcuffs which could be secured.
As she lay on it she could feel the stickiness of the vestigial honey against
the object's leather.  Because of its stickiness, her body couldn't easily
slide.  She could feel the contact from her abdomen to her shoulders. 
"Do you want the handcuffs, Kathy?" she heard John say.  "If you move, we have
to wait and start over, so they're there to help you if you want." 

"Thanks, John.  I think I can hold on.  Let's go."

Kathy realized that in her present position her ass was her body's highest
point.  It was up in the air and exposed to anything.  She just lay there with
her hair cascading over her head towards the floor, waiting.  She didn't know
what would happen, but she knew about fraternity paddles and assumed that one
would be used on her.  Then a stroke hit her almost-bare cheeks lightly.  Was
he just trying the range?  There was another and another.  Kathy was
surprised.  They weren't at all hard, but they kept coming.  She could feel
her ass cheeks reddening as the light blows continued.

Then she felt something else.  'My God,' she thought, 'I'm a masochist!  This
spanking is turning me on!'  Still it continued, not hard, but with increasing
frequency.  She gripped the handholds and gritted her teeth to silence the
moans that she was sure would come.  She knew that, were it not for the
tampon, her cuntal juices would be running down her legs in a river.  Faster
and faster the paddle came down on her small bottom.  She realized that she
was being struck harder but it didn't really hurt.  'My bottom must be cherry
red by now,' she thought.  'Now aren't you sorry you don't have a well-padded
ass?  It may not be pretty, but it sure would be useful right about now!'
Still the beating continued.  She had no idea of the passage of time.  It
seemed like she had been in this position for hours, but it couldn't have been
more than a matter of a few minutes. 
Now she realized that her clit was being stimulated from contact with the
sharp curve on the leather top.  With a supreme effort of will she tried to
keep herself from writhing in ecstasy.

The spanking continued and now her insides were in agony from the sexual
stimulation.  Kathy realized she was suffering not from physical pain but from
the sexual pleasure she was trying so desperately to control.  Her sweat was
running down her back and into her hair and she was in agony.  It was no use.
She felt her pelvis shake as her release came.  Although she kept from crying
out, she knew that her juices had overwhelmed the tampon and were flowing down
her legs.  As she clung to the hand grips she hoped that the light in the
cellar wasn't good enough for the members to see what had happened to her.
Suddenly, it was over.  The assault of the paddle on her nether cheeks stopped
and Kathy collapsed on the device.

"Kathy, you were great," she heard John say, "I hope I didn't hurt you."  He
helped her straighten up and then held her as a wave of dizziness passed over
her.

She pulled her damp hair back from her face with one hand and looked at him.
His eyes were bright.  'He knows what happened,' Kathy thought.  She touched
her bottom which was stinging now and was hot to the touch.  "Ouch, I'll be
crippled for life," she said as she ruefully rubbed her tender bottom.

"I think you might like to clean up now, wouldn't you... Sister Kathy?" John
said softly. "I certainly would.  Where can I go?" Kathy asked.

"Hey, guys," John called out, "Kathy wants to get cleaned up.  Make sure no
one is wandering around on the main floor and get most of the junk out of the
good bathroom.  Let's go!"  The members rushed for the stairway.  When they
heard the coast was clear, John and Kathy followed them up with another member
carrying Kathy's clothing.  She smiled her thanks as she was shown into a
typical fraternity bathroom that showed signs of a hurried attempt at cleanup.
'Oh, well,' Kathy thought, 'I'm used to places like this.'

The boy hung her clothes on a hook where they wouldn't get wet and carefully
closed the door as he left.  Kathy took off her bra and looked down at her
briefs.  Turning on the shower she adjusted the water temperature and then
stepped in.  Using the soap she washed the bikini briefs she was still
wearing.  She shrugged, reached out for her bra, put it back on and washed it
as well.  Then she stepped out of the shower, stripped her underwear off again
and hung them on a towel to dry.  Step ping back into the shower she soaped
her body.  Between the honey, her sweat and her sexual juices she felt grubby.

One of the boys had supplied a bottle of shampoo which she used to soap her
hair.  Strands still stuck together as she worked the lather in.  She repeated
the process until it was as clean as usual.  'There is no conditioner, but a
girl can't have every thing,' she thought.  Finally she pulled out the tampon
and soaped her cleft.  She worked her fingers in and let the water pour on it.
Gently, she massaged her bottom which was sore, but didn't really hurt.  She
was reasonably sure that it hadn't been bruised.  Shifting the water to cold,
she let it run over her body, then stood shivering as it flowed over her
nipples causing them to harden.  Finally, after running her hands over her
body be sure she hadn't missed anything, shut off the water and stepped out.
Picking up a clean bath towel, she rubbed her body vigorously.  There was no
sign of a hair dryer so she used the towel.  Since her golden hair had a
natural wave to it, all she had to do was comb it.  It would be almost back to
normal when it finally dried.

When she picked up her undies, she found the bikini briefs were wearable
because there was so little to them.  Her bra was still too wet to put back on
so she put it in her purse.  Then she slipped on her skirt and sweater and
combed her hair.  She felt good as she ran a comb through her thick hair.
Leaving the bathroom she received a warm smile from the two brothers who had
been guarding the door.  When she went down the stairs, she found the members
waiting for her.  As she appeared on the steps, one of the brothers yelled,
"Three cheers for Sister Kathy!  Hip, Hip..."  There was a thunderous roar as
the cheer continued.

Kathy stood on the steps and watched.  When the cheer ended, she said, "Thank
you so much.  I was just thinking that I never had any brothers.  Now I have
dozens.  I'm honored that you asked me.  Normally, brothers and sisters just
appear.  We don't have a choice.  I'm flattered to be chosen as your sister."

She continued down the stairs and was met at the bottom by John.  "Kathy, the
last time I did this, I stuck you with the pin.  I have a fraternity pin for
you.  The brothers voted to buy you a jeweled pin as our gift to you.  Will
you wear this for us in the meantime?"

"Of course I will, John.  After all, I earned it... or at least my bottom did.
Thank you all so very much."  Carefully, she took off the hours-old pledge pin
and replaced it with her new member's pin.  She had pitched her voice loud
enough to be heard by the members.  Now she spoke quietly to John, "Can we go
somewhere and talk?  I have a very sore bottom, thanks to you.  I'm now a
brother -- sister?  -- in the house, after possibly the shortest pledge period
in history, but I still haven't found out what I came for.  What is this queen
business all about?"

"Let's go to the dining room.  We can talk there.  I'll get Bill to join us.
He knows more about it than anyone else in the house."  John located Bill and
the three went back to the now-empty dining room.  The boys grinned as Kathy
very gingerly seated herself on the chair.  John looked concerned.  "I hope I
didn't hurt you." 

She smiled at him, "No, you didn't.  But I'll remember it for a long time.
Now, what's the story?"

"It's a new event, Kathy," Bill said, "And it's still evolving.  At dinner I
indicated the three parts of the competition.  The brains and beauty you have
in spades.  But what about the athletic part?  Excuse me for saying so, but
the guys were creaming in their jeans watching you tonight.  You have an
athlete's muscles and an athlete's way of moving.  Have you had dance
training?  You look like you have.  There's one other thing that I almost hate
to bring up.  You know there are a lot of lesbians at this school?"

Kathy made a face.  "Are there ever!  Around here a girl would be afraid of
being accosted in an all-girl dorm.  This must be the only school in the
country with multiple lesbian organizations.  There are three different ones,
aren't there?"

"I think that's about right," Bill responded.  "As you know, the lesbians
don't like us very much.  First, we're men...  Well, most of us are.  Second,
we sexually exploit girls; we hold them up as sex objects.  I have to say it,
Kathy: you are the most gorgeous sex object I've ever seen" 
Kathy gave a mock bow, and grinned.  "Thank you, kind sir.  I am only here to
serve my lords and masters."

John winked at her and grinned at Bill.  "She's got that right.  I wonder
who's been training her?" 
"At any rate, Kathy," Bill continued, "We have reason to believe there will be
demonstrations, disruptions, and possibly an all-around mess.  Frankly, this
house is in enough trouble with the administration.  We don't want any more.
On the other hand, we would like to do it.  But look, Kathy, maybe it would be
better if you withdrew?"

"Not on your life!  I'm in it whether you like it or not.  I'm now a brother
in the house.  Our honor is at stake.  Look, let me know as soon as you get
more details.  By the way, I don't think you have my telephone number.  Let me
give it to you.  But I would appreciate it if it wasn't broadcast around.  I
normally keep pretty much to myself."  She gave them the number and John wrote
it down on a slip of paper that he then stuck in his wallet.  Kathy looked up
at a clock.  "Good heavens, is that time right?  The clock says it's almost
three!  If it is, I have to dash.  I have a nine o'clock class." 

Once again John walked her home, this time alone.  As they walked along the
darkened streets, John looked at her.  "Kathy, I know what happened tonight.
I was swinging the paddle.  I didn't know anyone could have the physical
control you did.  You came, didn't you?"

Kathy stopped and faced him, looking up at the tall young man, "Of course.  I
could feel my cum running down my legs.  Could you see it?"  John nodded.  She
stepped into his arms, kissed him lingeringly on the lips, and then stepped
back.  John looked like he had been hit by a truck.  "I just wanted you to
know, John, I *do* like men."  She looked at him with concern, "Are you okay?"

John ran his hand slowly across his lips.  "If being hit by a truck is okay,
then I'm okay.  My God, what a kiss!  Kathy, there's a volcano inside you.
What I saw tonight was like a lava flow.  When there's an eruption -- and
there will be, sooner or later -- the poor guy that makes it happen won't have
a chance.  You know that, don't you?  I'm sorry it isn't me.  But that was the
hottest sisterly kiss I could imagine."  He visibly cheered up.  "You are my
sister, now, anyway.  Come on, sis, let's get you home."

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