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Chapter 32 � A spanking for Ruth Burnside
While Lisa was in the bathroom, Dr. Halsey arrived. When she came out
and saw him, she was totally shocked. He was wearing a black leather
vest with matching leather boots, leather wrist-cuffs, and a leather
jockstrap. It took all of Lisa�s inner strength not to laugh, because to
be honest, Halsey�s 57-year-old body did not make a pretty sight in that
get-up.
Other guests started coming in shortly after Halsey�s arrival, wearing a
wide variety of outfits. July 4th themes were popular, including a
several partially dressed Uncle Sam�s. There were several erotic
Hawaii-style outfits including guys in loincloths and topless hula
dancers. There were variations of summer wood nymphs, satyrs, chained
slaves, and Roman togas, was well as more ordinary leather and latex
fetish outfits. There was a guy in his 30�s who had a really good build
who came as an ancient Greek soldier, carrying a fake sword and wearing
nothing but a metal helmet and Greek sandals. However, the outfit that
was the funniest to Lisa was that of a very fat woman who was wearing
nothing but body paint dividing her skin into cuts of meat. Painted
across her shoulders was the caption: �Where�s the beef?�
Burnside ordered Lisa to team up with Cherine and Bernadette to team up
with Kathleen, mainly to keep Lisa and Kathleen apart so they could
concentrate on the party instead of on each other. For the same reason
she ordered Ken to work in the kitchen while Lisa was not working the
massage station, once again to make sure he and Lisa were not free at
the same time.
Using Mark as target practice, Burnside began a live demonstration of
her collection of discipline implements at 8:00. Unfortunately, Lisa had
to miss seeing Burnside in action, because she and Cherine started their
duty on the massage table at the same time. However, Ken, Bernadette,
and Kathleen stood together to watch the fearsome professor and her
suffering sub.
That night Ken and Kathleen got into a conversation for the very first
time. They compared notes on what life was like under Pledge Mistress
Tracy versus Pledge Master Arnold, and what differences and similarities
there were in their respective pledge programs. They also talked
tentatively about Lisa, who Kathleen casually described as �my
girlfriend�. Ken took a deep breath upon hearing Kathleen talk about
Lisa, because he knew that her situation was a lot more complicated than
Kathleen was willing to admit. At that moment Kathleen blissfully
assumed that what Lisa wanted was a monogamous relationship with her.
Apparently she knew nothing about her ongoing dalliances with Ken, nor
anything about their efforts to come to terms with each other.
Bernadette, meanwhile, was on the lookout for the opportunity to find a
guy to have sex with her. If she could find more than one guy, so much
the better. The first target of her attentions was the naked Greek
soldier. She flirted with him and began touching his hand. Sure enough,
he responded. Very quickly her hand moved to his chest as she cooed:
�I guess I�m just a poor little slave girl to a handsome soldier like
you. Just a poor little slave girl��
A few minutes later Bernadette and the Greek soldier were inside one of
the tents, in an impromptu sexual encounter between two people who had
not even exchanged their names. Upon finishing Bernadette and her lover
took off their costume items and jumped into the outdoor shower to soap
the sex off each other. Upon finishing she noticed it was almost 9:00,
time for her to take over the massage table. She invited her momentary
lover to get a massage once she and Kathleen were set up.
Once she was relieved from the massage table, Lisa took a deep breath as
she contemplated the enema challenge. Already there was a middle-aged
guy on his hands and knees taking an enema from Mark.
Lisa was not surprised to see Mark�s bottom badly marked up from his
most recent punishment. However, her interest was not in the condition
of Mark but instead of her own ambition to turn the tables on her
professor. With Cherine trailing behind, she nervously approached
Burnside�s sub and told him she wanted to compete in the enema
challenge. He instructed her to get on her elbows and knees, stick her
butt out for the benefit of the spectators, and wait for him to finish
with her competitor.
A minute later Lisa felt the lubricant being dabbed onto her sphincter,
followed by the hard plastic nozzle of the enema working its way inside
her intestines. Mark released the clip to open the tube and Lisa slowly
felt the pressure build inside her guts. At first the pressure was not
too bad, but Lisa knew that once she stood up and the water inside her
shifted, she would badly want to relieve herself. There was some
clapping from the spectators as the enema bottle finished emptying into
her, along with the flashes of several cameras. She felt the nozzle slip
out of her anus and Mark dabbing off some of the extra lubricant with a
tissue. So far, so good: she had managed to take the full amount from
the bag, a requirement to qualify as an official participant in the
contest.
Her stomach now swollen with water, Lisa carefully stood up and took her
place next to the unoccupied medical seat. When she finally sat down to
relieve herself, her audience would see everything, because the hospital
seat was little more than an open toilet seat with legs and a large
bedpan set on the grass underneath to catch whatever came out of the
contestant�s body. Lisa winced as her intestines shifted and showed the
first signs of cramping. She took a deep breath and glanced at her
competitor.
There was nothing more to do than wait and hope that her intestines
could hold out longer than anyone else�s intestines. Waiting�that was
the hard part, and, as the minutes dragged by it seemed to get harder
and harder as the seconds passed more and more slowly. Lisa had done
what she could to get ready to hold her water, but the cramping and
increasing pressure made her wince and perspire as she hoped that the
guy standing next to her would give out first.
Finally, after 15 very long minutes, Lisa�s competitor suddenly sat down
on his toilet seat and grunted. As the splashes from his bedpan filled
Lisa�s ears, Mark turned off the guy�s clock. Lisa looked up. The clock
read 17 minutes and 23 seconds. Her clock only read 15:14. At least two
more minutes to go. Shit! Literally, shit!
Lisa�s intestines began cramping in earnest and sweat rolled down her
cheeks as the seconds slowly ticked by. Meanwhile, one of Mark�s friends
replaced the bedpan and cleaned the seat for the next contestant. Lisa�s
next rival was a middle-aged woman dressed in a Hawaiian hula skirt. The
woman glanced at Lisa and at the first contestant�s time as she took off
the skirt and got on her knees. She seemed very nervous, and at that
moment Lisa could tell that her newest rival would not last very long.
The seconds ticked by: 17:20�17:21�17:22�17:23�
Yes! At least she had defeated the first contestant! She took a deep
breath and continued to struggle against the mounting pressure as the
seconds continued to slowly pass:
17:30�17:31�17:32�
Lisa gritted her teeth as her new rival positioned herself to receive
her enema. By now sweat was trickling down her body, but she was
determined to stay as long as her new female rival stayed. She realized
that if she could outlast her new rival, probably no one could beat her
and she would be the night�s winner.
18:23�18:24�18:25�Lisa gasped, but she now was a minute over the first
contestant�s time record. The newest contestant was not holding up well
at all. Lisa calculated she might last another 30 seconds, if she was
lucky. Sure enough, less than two minutes into her time Lisa�s second
rival gave up and dropped onto her toilet seat. The clock stopped a
second time and a second bucket of human discharge was taken out. At
nearly 25 minutes, Lisa was still standing. It had become obvious that
she was the one to beat for anyone who still hoped to win the enema
challenge.
29:55�29:56�29:57�29:58�29:59�30:00�
Half an hour. She had made it a full 30 minutes, but now she had to pee
as badly as she needed to dump. Finally Lisa couldn�t stand the
self-torture anymore. She had made it 30 minutes, but couldn�t go any
longer. She barely made it to her toilet seat when her intestines
exploded and the soiled water poured into the waiting bedpan. She
grunted and expelled a second time, hugely relieved that the pain in her
guts finally was subsiding now that the horrible pressure was taken
away. She nearly fainted as her spectators loudly applauded and her
third rival looked at her final time in dismay.
Lisa was very unsteady as Mark helped her to her feet:
�Let�s hear a round of applause for Lisa!�
There was a lot of loud clapping and cheering. She swooned and nearly
fainted again, but Mark caught her and guided her to sit in the grass.
Lisa finally was coherent enough to look up at her time. Mark had hit
her clock�s stop button at 31:03, for a final competition time of
thirty-one minutes and three seconds. He commented:
�Anyone who can beat that record has guts of steel!�
Still somewhat wobbly on her feet, Lisa had Cherine help her get up so
she could shower and clean herself off. She and Cherine would have to be
back at the massage table within a few minutes, to relieve Kathleen and
Bernadette. Still, Lisa had something to look forward to. If no one
managed to hold their enema for more than 31 minutes, at midnight Dr.
Ruth Burnside would go over her lap for a nice long public spanking.
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While Lisa and Cherine were at the enema contest station, Bernadette and
Kathleen gave erotic massages to a total of three guests, all of them
men. They had their routine well-established for a 20 minute massage.
The first 15 minutes were spent relaxing their subject's muscles, and
the final five minutes on giving him an orgasm. There was a stack of
clean washcloths to catch semen, and a basket in which used sheets and
washcloths were deposited. Bernadette was in charge of the first guy�s
orgasm, but to her surprise it was Kathleen who volunteered to bring the
second subject to orgasm.
The third guy out of the batch was Bernadette�s Greek soldier, a guy
with whom she had enjoyed sex but still had not exchanged names. Given
that their shift would end as soon as he was aroused, Bernadette decided
that no, he would not get an orgasm from her on the table. An orgasm
from him was something for her to enjoy after her shift ended; another
round of sex in one of the love-making tents.
Bernadette paid extra attention to her partner, making sure he was full
of sexual desire by the time she finished with him. When the moment came
for her to �finish the job�, instead she whispered in his ear:
�I think it�s time for this little slave-girl�s soldier to show her what
a warrior he really is.�
A second later he was off the table and had disappeared with his
masseuse into one of the tents, leaving her bewildered fellow pledge
standing alone at the table. A moment later Lisa and Cherine showed up,
leaving Kathleen to look for something to do. She worked her way through
the crowded back yard to the living room, where she could hear the
CRACK!�CRACK!�CRACK!�of an ongoing whipping on the punishment stage. She
saw a middle-aged man tied over Burnside�s punishment bench, with the
professor and her lover both hard at work flogging him with martinets.
Both Burnside and Halsey had taken off their tops and sweat was running
down their bodies.
The man on the bench clearly was in a lot of pain, but the flogging
continued until his skin developed blisters that risked breaking. Once
the punishment was finished, two of Burnside�s friends, one of whom was
a professor Kathleen recognized, unbuckled the sub�s restraints, pulled
him off the bench, and deposited him on the floor. Kathleen noticed
three other party guests waiting to be punished. They were lined up on
their knees in front of the platform; all of them were completely
stripped.
Burnside�s next punishment subject was the fat woman with the �Where�s
the beef?� slogan written across her back. Burnside took a quick look at
her and realized that she couldn�t go over the bench, because her weight
would make it hard for her to breathe. No problem, because the
resourceful professor always had a solution ready for any difficulty.
She ordered her newest discipline subject to position her hips against
the punishment bench, but extend her arms up to the ceiling. One of
Burnside�s friends quickly cuffed the woman�s wrists to chains hanging
from the ceiling, while Halsey ordered her to spread her feet so he
could cuff her ankles to the legs of the bench. Thus the woman was
immobilized and bent over, but no pressure was being placed on her
stomach or chest.
The fat woman had the largest breasts Kathleen had ever seen in real
life. Her over-sized breasts fascinated both of her disciplinarians as
well. Before the punishment began, they fondled the sub�s breasts,
slapping and massaging them and cruelly pinching her large nipples.
Finally having satisfied themselves with the humiliating preliminary to
the punishment, the two professors began flogging their newest
volunteer. Burnside decided the punishment would be quite severe and
would cover the woman�s entire body in the back with welts. She had a
very large area to work on, and began by hitting the woman�s huge
buttocks with a wide strap. Before long she was crying, but the
punishment continued with blows to the thighs and shoulders with a pair
martinets wielded by both professors. Of course the professors were up
to the challenge; within a short time all of the victim�s massive body
was covered in welts and her skin had gone from pale to vivid pink and
red.
Kathleen was deeply moved by what she was watching. What was happening
to that woman was by no means something she wanted done to herself, but
she found the entire spectacle fascinating and in its own way deeply
erotic. At that moment she noticed that Ken was standing nearby,
watching the punishment with his penis fully erect. Seeing Lisa�s
ex-boyfriend in such a condition put Kathleen into an even stranger
mood; she felt an urge to touch his penis, knowing that it was the same
penis that had gone into her lover before they had met. Kathleen
imagined Lisa, and then imagined herself as Lisa. She knew that Lisa had
beaten Ken, just like Burnside and Halsey were beating that fat
woman�and then had sex with him. She wanted to know what her lover�s
life with him was like. What was it like for Lisa, to make love to that
gay guy? She wanted to find out.
Kathleen did something that she never could have imagined doing even a
few seconds before. She slid next to Ken and grabbed his penis. He was
totally shocked, but so full of sexual energy that he had no desire to
make her stop or take her hand away. Kathleen and Ken, both of them
Lisa�s lovers, both of them cut off from her at that moment, and both
full of desperate unfulfilled sexual desire, had lost touch with their
normal thought processes and inhibitions. The moment Kathleen�s hand
touched Ken�s penis, their sexual drive took control of both their
souls. How little they were thinking straight was obvious by where they
went; not to one of the love-making tents, but to Burnside�s guest
bedroom, which had been declared off-limits. They pushed the door shut
and Kathleen immediately went on her hands and knees. Ken kissed her
bottom, not realizing that having her backside touched drove Kathleen�s
sexual drive more than anything else he could have done to her. She
flexed her backside, silently begging him to kiss and touch her
bottom-hole. Ken, used to doing the same thing to Lisa, complied, first
by kissing Kathleen and then by inserting his tongue. Kathleen gasped
with pleasure and became wet with desire.
A few seconds later Ken put his hands on her hips and guided himself
into her. He thrust�and thrust�and thrust� Oh this was good! He had not
had the opportunity to enjoy an orgasm for over a week, while Kathleen
had not been entered by a guy for over two months. She squealed with
delight, her mind not on Lisa, or even on Ken for that matter, but on
the simple physical enjoyment of the moment.
What Ken and Kathleen, as well as Bernadette and Lisa, did not realize
that what was happening to them was something Burnside had wanted. She
purposely left them sexually aroused going into the party with the hope
that they would walk away from inhibitions and experience something they
would never have dreamt of trying otherwise. With all of her subjects
the professor had succeeded. Bernadette�s lack of inhibitions led her to
make love to a total stranger, Lisa was the likely winner of the enema
challenge, and, driven by lust and desperation, Ken and Kathleen had
shared an experience that they never could have shared under normal
circumstances. The other Tri-Alpha pledges had comparable experiences as
well, making love to various guests during their time off.
Ken and Kathleen separated and caught their breath. Then it hit them
what had happened and what they had just done. They stared at each
other, not having a clue what they could possibly say.
There was one thing Kathleen realized, however. As much as she hated
men, she couldn�t blame Ken for the encounter. It was she who had
initiated it. He had done nothing wrong to her; all he did was simply go
along with what she wanted. There was another important detail. She had
enjoyed having sex with him. For the first time in her life a sexual
encounter with a male left her physically satisfied.
Lisa�s two lovers continued to stare at each other until Ken finally
suggested:
�I�I think you ought to go out�first, you know�and get cleaned up�and
I�ll�come out in a minute�you know�once you�re done.�
�Yeah�I guess you�re right�and��
��and we won�t��
��say anything�no�definitely not.�
Kathleen got up to leave, but she gave Ken a quick smile before leaving
the room. He sat waiting to give Lisa�s lover a head start on the
shower, but wondered what that smile from her could possibly mean.
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As midnight approached, Lisa watched Mark administer several enemas,
although most of the people getting them were doing so for fun, not
because they hoped to hold their water for a half an hour. There was
only one guy who seriously attempted to challenge Lisa�s record. She
watched with concern as his clock approached and passed the 30 minutes
mark, but he fell short by 40 seconds when he collapsed on the hospital
seat and expelled. His final time was 30:21, which left Lisa with the
longest record and the ultimate winner of the challenge. At the end of
the night she would leave Burnside�s house with the dubious honor of
being nicknamed �Pledge Iron Guts�.
At midnight there were two events for the entire party. The first was
the annual birthday spanking for Jim Halsey, which was to be
administered by Burnside. Both professors approached the platform still
sweaty from spending the night flogging guests, and neither had bothered
to put their tops back on. Burnside�s large breasts, unencumbered by her
top, wobbled seductively as she settled on a chair to await her lover.
Lisa now realized why he had worn a leather jockstrap, because he needed
to have his bottom uncovered for his annual spanking. However, this
year�s spanking would be a bit more severe than normal, because Burnside
needed to get even for the double birthday spanking he gave her during
the Marti Gras party back in March. She ordered him to stand in front of
her and pulled his jockstrap down to his ankles. He had expected her to
spank him harder, but instead she would get even by spanking him in the
nude.
Burnside went slowly as the crowd counted each loud swat:
��THIRTY SEVEN!�
SLAP!
�THIRTY EIGHT!�
SLAP!
�THIRTY NINE��
Once Halsey received his 57th swat and was let up, it was time to
announce the winner of the party�s enema challenge. Mark climbed onto
the platform and announced that Lisa Campbell had managed to hold her
enema longer than anyone else, a full 31 minutes. As the crowd cheered
and the cameras flashed, the exhibitionistic Lisa smiled, slapped her
stomach, and flashed a thumbs-up to her audience.
Once the cheering died down, Mark asked her: �whose lucky bottom�s gonna
get you�re full attention tonight?�
Lisa smiled and dramatically gestured towards her mentor:
�Our wonderful hostess and professor, Dr. Ruth Burnside! I think�after
spending the night making everyone else�s butt red, maybe she should get
some, too! What do you guys think, huh? I nice red butt for Dr.
Burnside?�
A cheer went up from the crowd, but Lisa noticed a hint of doubt in the
professor�s face. Certainly being spanked by her student would be
embarrassing for her, but that was just too bad. Given the rules of the
contest, Lisa was fully within her rights as the winner to demand the
right to spank the professor. Of course, Burnside had not counted on her
student winning. Who would have guessed the girl had stronger guts than
anyone else? Who would have guessed that she had enough nerve to claim
spanking her as the prize? Oh, well�if you can�t pay, then don�t play�
Unfortunately for Burnside, she had set plenty of precedents for what
Lisa was about to do next. The young woman sat down as the professor
approached and waited the order to go over her lap. However, Lisa
reached up, took hold of the thin leather waistband of Burnside�s thong,
and pulled the skimpy article of clothing to her ankles. Ruth Burnside,
like everyone else at her party that night, would take her spanking in
the nude. The cheering got louder as the professor quietly stepped out
of her thong and Lisa tossed it to Dr. Halsey. It would be up to him to
determine when she would get it back. That wasn�t likely to be any time
soon, given that he had not been given permission to get dressed either.
Burnside stoically went over Lisa�s lap, her bare stomach making contact
with the girl�s equally bare legs. She shifted forward to make sure her
bottom was properly turned up and her breasts were hanging freely. She
put her hands on the floor and held her position quietly, indicating
that she would be perfectly cooperative until the spanking was finished.
Having so thoroughly turned the tables on Burnside, Lisa couldn�t resist
rubbing her mentor�s bottom. The professor�s legs were spread widely
enough that the student, if she wanted, could have slipped her fingers
into her vagina and tormented her sexually. Lisa resisted that
temptation, but her fingertips did venture into the sensitive area
around the professor�s sphincter. She was astounded at being able to so
intimately touch her fearsome mentor, and that the professor was so
submissive. She was having fun with this dare, but knew that she needed
to be careful about taking it too far. After-all, paybacks are hell.
Once the spanking ended, her role and Burnside�s role would return to
normal and tonight�s incident would not have any lasting impact on their
relationship as boss and employee. Undoubtedly Lisa was destined to be
on the receiving end of any future spanking.
In spite of her resolve not to go too far humiliating the professor,
Lisa did fully intend to give her a respectable spanking. The session
would be long, it would be hard, and it would leave some decent color on
the professor�s body that hopefully would last through the end of the
party. Although Lisa did not have any illusions about getting Burnside
to cry, she hoped the punishment would ensure that the professor
understood that she had taken her lessons about erotic discipline very
seriously and that she had become a competent disciplinarian.
Lisa began spanking slowly at first, intermixing caresses with hard
slaps. Finally she established a rhythm, landing painful swats about
five seconds apart on alternate sides of her mentor�s firm bottom. As
she expected, Burnside remained perfectly cooperative, holding herself
in position and not clenching her buttocks.
All of the party guests had gathered to watch Burnside�s spanking, but
the room was dead silent except for the ongoing barrage of hard smacks
and the occasional flash of a camera. Not only was their fearsome leader
getting spanked; she was getting spanked by someone half her age. Lisa
relished the unique circumstances of her situation; the one, and
probably the only chance she or any other undergraduate would ever have
to spank Dr. Ruth Burnside.
SLAP�SLAP�SLAP�SLAP�
The spanking continued unabated as the older woman continued to lie
quietly across her student�s lap. Hours of working out with the
Four-Beta Sorority paid off for Lisa as the spanking continued and her
arm showed little sign of tiring. Maybe she could get Burnside to cry
after all. That would be cool!
Fifteen minutes into the spanking it seemed that Burnside�s resistance
was starting to wear down. She sighed from seemed to be discomfort and
her legs were moving around a little, a sign that her stoicism was being
tested. Lisa slapped considerably harder, with the vague hope that she
could indeed defeat her professor�s resolve. However, as the student
picked up the pace and the severity of the swats, suddenly the smell of
sexual arousal hit her nose. Burnside�s resistance had indeed broken
down, but what had broken down was not her threshold for pain. It turned
out that Lisa had managed to overcome her professor�s threshold for
sexual stimulus. So, now Lisa knew Burnside�s secret. The professor, if
punished long enough in the right way, was erotically stimulated by a
good spanking.
Lisa could have pressed her advantage to humiliate the professor and let
everyone else know what she had just found out. Fortunately, she was too
smart to fall into that temptation. Instead she realized that she needed
to wind down the spanking as quickly as possible and allow Burnside to
make a graceful exit from the room. The world saw the professor as a
dominatrix, not as a closet masochist. Lisa knew that any hint of being
aroused by pain would affect Burnside�s reputation among her sex
partners, which was something that she desperately wanted to avoid. The
personal ties between Lisa and Burnside were too strong for Lisa to have
any desire to expose her mentor�s secret.
Lisa shook her arm, pretending to be too tired to continue. Even so, she
had delivered a respectable spanking that impressed most of the
spectators in the room. As the audience applauded, Burnside got off
Lisa�s lap and showed her red bottom to the spectators. She took Lisa�s
hand and the two naked women stood up and bowed together. With that
Burnside and Halsey quickly exited the room, presumably so he could take
care of the woman�s physical needs. Lisa again bowed to the cheering
audience and left the platform, hoping that no one had figured out the
real reason she decided to end the spanking.
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The party began winding down after Burnside and Halsey came back out,
both dressed in their complete leather outfits. Both of their bottoms
were still quite red from their respective punishments.
Even before the guests started leaving the professor ordered the
Four-Beta women to take down the massage station and sex tents while
Mark and his two friends cleaned up the enema area and the Tri-Alphas
started on cleaning the kitchen. As the clean up in the backyard
progressed, Burnside and Halsey stood at the front door saying goodbye
to their guests. Everyone�s invitation had stated the party would end
precisely at 1:30, given that July 5th was a regular workday and
everyone had to get at least a couple of hours of sleep.
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Clean-up from the party was finished in record time, given that a total
of 14 people were available to straighten the house. From 1:30 to 2:15
the professors, the pledges, and Mark and his two friends cleaned the
living room, put back all the furniture, packed up the fetish supplies,
and put away all the dishes. The Tri-Alphas left with Pledge Master
Arnold at 2:15. Mark and his two friends departed a few minutes later,
leaving the professors and the Four-Beta pledges alone. Burnside threw
down sleeping bags for the group and instructed them to go to sleep in
the living room.
Burnside decided that, even if Tracy showed up in the middle of the
night, she wanted everyone to sleep until 7:00. She left a note on her
front door telling the Pledge Mistress to use the bed in the guest room
and not to wake anyone up. At 7:00 Burnside would release custody of the
pledges back to the sorority and turn over her training notes.
Everything would be �by the book�.
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By 2:30 the pledges were asleep, except for Lisa. She couldn�t sleep in
a hot sleeping bag after having slept completely uncovered for a month
and a half. At first she thought about sleeping on the sofa, but then
decided to go outside and lie down on one of Burnside�s lawn chairs. For
a long time she stared into the clear sky, enjoying the silent night
after hours of tumult from the party. It felt good, just to lie in the
quiet darkness, not to have to do anything for a few minutes. Yes,
tomorrow she would be tired, but now she was content to relax.
Lisa�s thoughts turned to Kathleen. Something about her behavior that
night had not been quite right, especially towards the end. As they
cleaned up, Lisa had noticed that Kathleen was very nervous (much more
so than normal) and overly eager to please her. Lisa�s lover was
completely incapable of hiding her emotions, so it was obvious that
something strange was going on. As soon as she was alone with Kathleen,
she would have to find out what had made her so uneasy, although she
suspected that she already knew. Kathleen must have done something at
the party that she felt guilty about. That �something� must have been a
sexual encounter with another guest. What else could it possibly be?
The thought of Kathleen giving into temptation did not really bother
Lisa. Instead, it relieved her to see that her lover was not as narrowly
focused as she had feared. Also, if Kathleen had indeed been unfaithful,
Lisa easily could turn the incident to her own advantage. Infidelity
would give her perfect justification to punish her lover and finish the
process of establishing her dominance. The goal of having poor Kathleen
on her knees, begging to be punished and pardoned, tearfully seeking to
find redemption through pain and submission, now was much closer to
actually happening. Kathleen would confess her sin, take her punishment,
find forgiveness and fulfillment, and fully surrender her body and soul
to Lisa.
Lisa saw another outcome from whatever it was that Kathleen had done
that night. Knowing that her lover was not perfectly loyal freed her
from any guilt about pursuing her own love interests with men. Kathleen
could not hold loyalty over Lisa�s head if she was guilty of infidelity
herself. The only real question concerning Lisa was whether Kathleen had
cheated with a man or with another woman. That too, would make a
difference, because she viewed cheating with another woman as much more
problematic for the relationship than cheating with a man.
Lisa spent a very long time masturbating under the stars, as her mind
wandered from planning Kathleen�s upcoming punishment to all of the
other strange and erotic experiences she had enjoyed that weekend. Of
course, the event that stuck out above all else was the spanking of Ruth
Burnside. Lisa�s mind went over that experience in loving detail;
remembering everything from the pressure of Burnside�s bare stomach on
her thighs, to the feeling of the firm sweaty skin of her bottom on the
palm of Lisa�s hand, to the sound of the loud slaps echoing through the
silent living room. Above everything else was that whiff of sexual
arousal. There was no denying what that whiff meant, because she knew
from her own experience�
Lisa climaxed at the thought of knowing something so intimate about her
mentor. She climaxed�and then promptly fell asleep.
Three hours later, as the birds sung in the early summer morning
sunlight, Pledge Lisa was startled awake by Tracy�s voice:
�OK, Sleeping Beauty! UP-UP-UP! Let�s go! Let�s go! Let�s go!�
As she struggled to her feet, a sharp slap to her bottom signaled the
beginning of Lisa's seventh week as a Four-Beta pledge.
The Pledge Mistress - Chapter 33
