The Freshman
Copyright 2005 by EC

Chapter 5 - Two Streakers

Jason spent the following Sunday with his friends, once again 
going on a hike along the shore of Lake Michigan north of 
Chicago. It was a very pleasant outing, made even more so by 
Jason's extremely upbeat mood over his successful date with the 
RA the night before.

The group got back from their hike relatively late. After getting 
cleaned up and changed they decided to go into Ken's room and 
order a pizza, after having missed dinner. Jason thought about 
going over the Burnside class materials for the next day. 
However, before he had a chance to say anything, Lisa and Mike 
decided to play cards. The four friends played a couple of 
rounds, but it was just for fun, there was no betting. 

Ken then suggested making the game more interesting by playing a 
round of strip Poker. Jason agreed, as did Lisa. Mike was a bit 
reluctant, for a very good reason. He knew that Lisa, whose 
father worked at a casino in Reno, was an excellent card player. 
He already knew what the game's outcome would be; Lisa would win. 
The only question would be in what order she would strip her 
three companions. However, under pressure from the others, he 
finally went along. 

Lisa cut the cards and crisply shuffled them. She quickly and 
expertly dealt the first round, the cards landing precisely in 
groups in front of each player. Jason and Ken glanced at each 
other, suddenly realizing they were facing a very tough opponent. 
Just how tough became evident within 15 minutes, when Ken, the 
first loser of the game, pulled down his underwear and handed it 
to Lisa. She made him stand with his hands behind his head for 
about 30 seconds, but then ordered him to sit back down and dealt 
him another hand of cards.

"OK, Ken, now you're playing for penalties instead of clothes. 
The way this'll work is that we'll play until there's only one 
winner. The first and second loser will stay in, playing for 
penalties, until we have our third loser. Once we're done, the 
winner will figure out what the penalties will be."

Jason lost his shirt the following round and Mike lost his socks 
on the next round. Ken then lost again. Lisa ordered Ken to stand 
and took a black magic marker to draw a "P" on his chest, 
indicating he had a penalty against him. Jason's shorts came off 
in the next round, and, since he wasn't wearing underwear, that 
made him the game's second loser. Ken lost the following round, 
earning a second "P" on his chest, then Jason lost the next two 
rounds, earning two penalties and two "P's" on his chest. Mike, 
the final holdout, battled Lisa and got as far as getting her 
shoes and socks off, but then she got his shirt and his shorts 
and reduced him to his underwear. Ken lost yet another round and 
earned himself a third penalty. Then Mike lost again. He stepped 
out of his final piece of clothing and quietly handed it to his 
girlfriend. He wouldn't have any penalties against him, but would 
not be allowed to get dressed until Ken and Jason were done with 
their punishments.

Lisa ordered Jason and Ken to stand next to each other, hands at 
their sides, while she took several pictures, from the front, 
from the sides, and from the back. She handed the camera to Mike, 
and then posed with her two victims. She stood between them and 
placed her hands over their penises, in a pose mocking their 
modesty. She ordered them to go into the hallway for another 
round of photos. The final shot was when she ordered them to get 
on their hands and knees next to each other. Still fully dressed, 
Lisa climbed up on their backs for a pyramid pose. 

By the time she finished, Lisa and Mike had shot an entire roll 
of film of 36 pictures. Ken and Jason were stupefied at Lisa's 
imagination when it came to making them do embarrassing things. 
Unfortunately for both losers, there was much more coming from 
their friend's sadistic desires.

Lisa ordered Jason and Ken to stand in front of her, as she took 
her magic marker and crossed out a "P" on each of their chests. 
One penalty down. There were two more to go for Ken, one to go 
for Jason.

Lisa decided to do Ken's extra penalty next, then have Ken and 
Jason do their final penalty together. She ordered Mike to switch 
the roll of film in the camera and prepare to take yet more 
pictures. She then sat on Mike's bed and ordered Ken to lie 
across her lap. For a couple of minutes she gently massaged Ken's 
bottom and pressed between his legs to get him to spread for her. 
Jason looked at Ken's face, which showed an odd expression of 
anticipation. Ken was not nervous or embarrassed at all, he was 
excited!

"You know, you really are a bad boy, and we all know what bad 
boys deserve."

With that Lisa began spanking. She spanked softly at first, but 
quickly she picked up both her pace and the force of her swats. 
Jason could hear his friend breathing. Sweat formed on his 
forehead and his face reflected a mix of discomfort and intense 
pleasure. Mike took a couple of pictures, but Jason could tell 
that he too, had noticed Ken was enjoying being spanked by Lisa. 
He clearly was quite irritated with both of them.

As Jason sat in Mike's armchair watching Ken's punishment, the 
slaps continued, five minutes...ten minutes. The scene moved him, 
the submission of Ken to Lisa and the intense pleasure it was 
bringing to him. Ken's reddening bottom-cheeks were nicely spread 
and bounced each time Lisa's hand made contact. Ken was making no 
effort to clench his bottom or in any way avoid the full impact 
of Lisa's swats.

Jason thought about Cecilia and her dominating personality. He 
wondered...was it possible that Cecilia might someday put him 
over her lap? Jason's heart pounded at the thought...that 
perhaps, not too far off in the future, he might be laying naked 
across Cecilia's thighs and submitting to her discipline. As he 
watched Lisa's hand continue its cruel and yet intimate contact 
with Ken's red bottom, Jason fervently wished it could have been 
him and Cecilia...his beloved Cecilia's hand against his bare 
bottom...

Finally Ken's spanking ended. Jason could tell that Mike's mood 
had changed for the worse, something that fortunately Lisa 
noticed as well. She tried to repair the damage by passionately 
kissing her naked boyfriend, and in doing so managed to settle 
his temper a bit.

Ken meanwhile, stood up, rubbing his bottom and turning away as 
he tried to hide an erection. He had thoroughly enjoyed the 
spanking. He looked longingly at Lisa as she kissed Mike. He 
wanted more, and was wondering how to get more.

Once Lisa calmed Mike's jealousy and Ken calmed his state of 
arousal, it was time to complete the final penalty. This was one 
that Jason and Ken would share. They would have to sneak out the 
dorm wearing nothing but their shoes, streak to the university 
student center, actually enter the student center, take a picture 
to prove they were there, and then streak back to the dorm. Mike 
added a condition. There was a display of campus political fliers 
near the student center's main staircase. Jason and Ken would 
have to pick up fliers before fleeing the building to prove they 
had made it that far in. It was unlikely there would be anyone in 
the student center so late on a Sunday night, but still, Mike's 
added condition made the streaking expedition much more risky.

The student center was more than half a mile from Huntington 
Hall, but going out and coming back didn't present much risk of 
being caught. There was a back route to the student center that 
was mostly hidden by hedges and trees. The back way had only one 
danger spot, a quick dash across the courtyard in front of the 
University Library. The main risk of being caught was in the 
student center itself, but that was what made Lisa's penalty so 
daring and exciting.

The two streakers put on their shoes while Mike put on his 
shorts. The four students slipped down the hallway to the back 
stairwell. The agreement was that Mike would stand outside 
waiting outside the dorm's back entrance for the two runners to 
come back. Upon checking to make sure they had the required 
political fliers in their possession, he would signal Lisa to let 
all three of them in through the back stairwell.

Jason was scared out of his wits, wondering how on earth he had 
let himself be dragged into this weird adventure. At the same 
time he was excited, and determined to have a successful run. The 
real danger only would last about 60 seconds: the quick dash to 
the student center's main staircase, grabbing a couple of fliers, 
and then getting the out of the building before Campus Security 
spotted them.

Jason and Ken said nothing as they jogged along the dark 
sidewalks and made their way to the student center. They both 
were used to running three to four miles a day, so a half-mile 
jog was no big deal. Actually Jason always had fantasized about 
being able to jog in the nude, and now here he was, doing it for 
real. The cool night air actually felt quite nice on his bare 
body. 

They came up between the final two buildings before having to 
sprint across the library courtyard. There were several students 
walking about, but it couldn't be helped. The two streakers 
nerved themselves and dashed across the lit area, trying to run 
as fast as they could as they heard the whistles and applause of 
their late-night spectators. They quickly disappeared into the 
darkness and completed the final leg to the student center.

Now came the hard part. They came up behind a kiosk, the final 
item that offered any concealment from the student center. There 
was a couple sitting near the main fountain, but that was it as 
far as potential spectators. Ken tapped Jason's shoulder.

"Let's just do it. We'll go straight to the stairs. You grab the 
fliers, and I'll get your picture while you're doing it. Then we 
run like hell."

The next two chaotic minutes would be the two longest minutes of 
their lives. They ran straight across the courtyard, ignoring the 
squeal of the female sitting at the fountain. They had to try 
several doors before finding one that was not locked. Once inside 
they frantically ran to the stairwell, and as planned Jason 
grabbed a fistful of fliers as Ken's flash went off.

"HEY YOU TWO! STOP RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!"

It was a female officer from Campus Security, standing at the top 
of the stairs!

Jason glanced at Ken, and they decided to make a run for it. They 
bolted for the door.

"I SAID STOP! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST! FREEZE!"

They frantically ran for the unlocked door with the security 
officer in hot pursuit. Then something extremely fortunate 
happened, as the officer pulled out her police radio to call 
back-up, she dropped it. The radio clattered on the floor and she 
had to stop in her tracks to pick it up. She frantically keyed 
the device and shouted for her partner, but it was too late. 
Jason and Ken had made it out the door. They scrambled across the 
courtyard and fled into the darkness.

They made their way to the dark sidewalk of the back route, 
running as fast as they could. To their horror they heard the 
crackle of a police radio behind them, which indicated they still 
were being pursued. Jason realized they would be caught for sure 
if they stayed on the sidewalk; their only hope was to try to 
sneak back through the bushes. Jason saw a break in the shrubbery 
and grabbed Ken's arm. They pushed through and got on their hands 
and knees, and then crawled through the mud, parallel to the 
walkway. Sure enough, Jason had been right. Two security officers 
came down the sidewalk on bicycles, their headlights illuminating 
what was in front of them.

As the two streakers knelt in terror, the officers stopped only a 
few feet away from them. Jason and Ken could hear their 
conversation.

"Jamie, are you sure they came this way?"

"No, I'm not completely sure, but what other way could they have 
gone? Polk is out watching the Baker Street exit and he's not 
seen them. The only other way is out through the academic 
buildings, and that area's completely lit."

"Alright, let's keep looking. This time I want to get 'em. It's 
the third time this weekend and I'm sick of this."

The officers split up, riding their bicycles in opposite 
directions. Jason and Ken frantically crawled towards the 
library, now a huge forbidding open space they had to cross to 
make it back to the dubious safety of the dark walkway on the 
other side. To their relief there were very few people milling 
about in the courtyard. They crashed through the bushes and 
dashed into the lit area. There was a whistle and some clapping 
as they frantically ran to the dark exit on the other side. They 
had to pass a single female student who was weighted down with 
textbooks. That wouldn't have been a problem except for one awful 
detail. The woman turned around and the two naked, sweaty, mud-
covered students found themselves staring right into the face of 
their RA. They were so shocked they stopped dead in their tracks.

Cecilia was not pleased. She shifted her heavy armload of books 
as she called them over.

"OK you two, get over here. Now!"

Reluctantly the two streakers approached their RA. There was no 
point in running anymore. They were busted. The police radio 
crackled in the distance as Cecilia glanced over at the dark 
path. She could see a light approaching and illuminating the 
bushes. She rushed to set her books down, almost dropping them.

"On your knees, quick!" 

Jason and Ken hesitated. Cecilia slapped their shoulders. 

"Get on your knees!"

Just as Jason and Ken got on their knees, the two security 
officers rode into the library courtyard. Jason could hear one of 
them announce into his radio. 

"OK, Polk, we got 'em."

"10-4. Good job."

What Cecilia did next totally shocked her two companions. She was 
as calm as could be, putting on an acting job that should have 
won her an Oscar.

"Officer, is there a problem?"

"Yeah, young lady, there's a problem! These two are under 
arrest!"

"Uh, sir. This is Tri-Alpha pledge week. It's their initiation. 
We do this every year, and we've never had a problem. Didn't your 
supervisor tell you?"

The male officer turned to the female.

"Jamie, did you hear anything about this?"

"No, I missed the nightly briefing. But I think she's right. If 
it's the Tri-Alpha thing we gotta leave 'em alone. I remember 
that from last year."

The female turned to Cecilia with a totally disgusted expression.

"Alright young lady, just get these two out of here. I don't care 
if you're a Tri-Alpha or not, you need to keep this initiation 
crap away from places like the library. Show us some decency for 
once." The officer then pulled out her radio. "It's a no-go, 
Polk, they're Tri-Alphas. Sorry about that."

Jason and Ken breathed a huge sigh of relief as the officers rode 
off. Well, that was one problem resolved, but now they had 
another. They stood up and looked at Cecilia. Her expression was 
not pleasant.

"Here, you two take my books. Now let's get back to Huntington 
Hall before anything else happens."

Cecilia took the muddy camera and fliers from Ken and Jason, as 
each stooped down to pick up a stack of books. Jason was 
dumbfounded she had been trying to carry so much back to her room 
with no assistance. With her next words he realized carrying that 
heavy load unassisted had not been her intention.

"By the way, Jason, I tried callin' you over the last couple of 
hours because I needed you to help me with these books. So now I 
know why you weren't pickin' up. This is really great. I'm really 
proud of you."

Jason said nothing. He struggled to hold the books out away from 
his muddy chest, figuring it would be the last thing he ever 
would do for Cecilia. He was as miserable as a person could be, 
convinced whatever relationship he might have had with her now 
was gone. He couldn't see how she would want to stay with him 
after this.

Ken was quiet as well. None of this would have happened if it 
hadn't been for his stupid suggestion to play strip Poker in the 
first place. He felt bad for Jason, knowing that he really liked 
the RA and was just starting to go out with her. Thanks to him, 
Jason was going to be without a girlfriend and what was much 
worse, he wouldn't have her helping him with the economics class 
stuff.

As Cecilia led her naked companions back to the dorm, two things 
were going on in her thoughts. She was genuinely angry at the two 
freshmen, more for their stupidity than anything else. However, 
she also was pondering how to turn the incident to her advantage 
in her relationship with Jason. She could tell by his expression 
and demeanor he was convinced that she was about to leave him. In 
Cecilia's mind that was not the case at all; she had no intention 
of leaving him. Quite to the contrary, the streaking incident 
ultimately would help her establish the type of relationship that 
she wanted with him. She would play on his guilt and 
embarrassment, punish him, and use the nude run as part of her 
plan to bring him under completely under her control.

They made it back to the back entrance of Huntington Hall, where 
Mike, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, was waiting outside 
the door. Cecilia brusquely handed him the fliers and camera and 
ordered her three dorm residents upstairs to Ken's room. As they 
went up the back stairs Lisa joined them, sadly trailing behind 
the others.

Once in Ken's room Cecilia ordered the four students to stand 
next to each other, without giving Ken and Jason permission to 
get dressed. They made a sorry sight, with miserable expressions 
and their bodies streaked with mud and covered with scratches. 

The RA took up her position in front of her residents, trying to 
act as angry as possible. In reality she found the whole affair 
extremely funny, but was not about to let the four freshmen know 
that.

"So let's hear it. What were you doing?"

Reluctantly Mike and Lisa told Cecilia the story about the strip 
Poker game and how things "sort of got out of hand". They were 
extremely apologetic, dreading the thought of being written up. 
Obviously this was not going to look good on their student 
records. Cecilia sighed, pretending to struggle with how she, as 
the floor RA, should handle a difficult situation. She sadly 
shook her head.

"Look, I gotta think this over. I'm not sure how I'm gonna deal 
with it." She glanced over at Lisa. "Where's the roll of film?"

Lisa sadly pointed at a roll sitting on top of Mike's clothes. 
Cecilia took the film and put it in her pocket. She then told 
Lisa to hand her the video card out of her digital camera and 
pocketed that as well.

"I'm confiscating these. I really hope there's nothing illegal in 
here, 'cause you're in enough trouble already." Again Cecilia 
feigned a sad sigh. "OK. I think we've had enough excitement for 
the evening. Lisa, you're gonna help me with my books. Jason, I 
want you to get cleaned up and wait for me in your room. I'll be 
over in five minutes. I gotta talk to you alone."

Jason gathered up his clothes as Cecilia loaded Lisa's arms with 
a stack of books. As the two women disappeared into the commons 
area Jason grabbed a towel out of his room and went to the 
shower. He cleaned off the mud and soaped his scratches as 
quickly as he could, rinsed off, and returned to his room. 
Cecilia already was standing outside, waiting for him.

Once in the room, Cecilia ordered Jason to hang up his towel and 
stand in front of her. There was no mention of him getting 
dressed, and he knew better than to ask.

"Jason, you got anything more to add, about what happened 
tonight?"

"No, uh...you know...it's kinda what Lisa said...that it just got 
out of hand..."

"You understand that I'm really pissed at you?"

Jason nodded. Cecilia put her finger under his chin and forced 
him to look up.

"Jason, let's get something straight. I don't want you nodding, 
or going 'uh' or saying 'yeah' when I ask you a question. You're 
gonna answer me with courtesy and respect. Now, let's try this 
again. You understand that I'm really pissed at you?"

"Yes, Cecilia, I understand."

"Do you know why?"

"Because I shouldn't have gone out streaking?"

"Because you shouldn't have put yourself at risk like that! 
Runnin' around nude in the student center! What were you 
thinking? But that's not the worst part, Jason. That's not what 
really pisses me!" 

"It isn't?"

Cecilia looked straight into Jason's eyes, her expression full of 
hurt and anger, some of which was genuine.

"Jason, here's why I'm really mad at you. Do you understand why 
you didn't get arrested?"

"Yeah, 'cause you told 'em we were doing a Tri-Alpha 
initiation...and...I really wanted to thank you for..."

"Stuff it. What you did, Jason, was you made me tell a lie. I had 
to tell a lie to Campus Security to get you out of trouble. 
That's why I'm pissed at you. You made me lie, Jason, 
you...made...me...lie! Do you have any idea how much I hate 
liars? And you turned me into one!"

Jason said nothing. He was so upset he felt sick. Cecilia 
continued.

"There's somethin' else about tonight that really hurt me. I 
spent tonight checkin' stuff out of the library and I needed you. 
I needed you to come over and help me carry all those research 
books back to my room. I tried callin' you for two hours, 'cause 
I needed your help. And when I needed you, you weren't there for 
me! Jason, how can I have a relationship with someone who isn't 
there for me?"

"I...I'm sorry...I...don't know..."

"You really let me down. I don't think you can imagine how much 
you hurt me, by doing that stupid shit. I mean, weren't you 
thinkin' about me...about our relationship...at all?"

She turned away, waiting for Jason to respond. The next move was 
up to him.

"Cecilia...please...I want to...make this up to you. I'm really 
sorry...and I...want to make it up to you."

"And just how do you think you're gonna do that?"

"I don't know, but I want to make it up to you. I'll do whatever 
you tell me." Jason thought for a second, and remembered 
Cecilia's comment that first night, when she had mentioned 
"paddling that cute bare bottom" of his. His heart jumped. 
Maybe... 

"What about...uh...punishing me? Like...uh...spanking me, like 
you said...if I...uh...went in the commons area?"

Cecilia kept her outward expression of hurt and anger, but 
inwardly she was elated. He was right where she wanted him to be.

"Jason, of course I gotta punish you for this. But I can't do it 
tonight 'cause you're gonna pose tomorrow and I don't want you 
all marked up and people in the Art Department askin' questions. 
We'll have to do it Friday, after class."

Jason's heart stopped in terror, not only at the knowledge that 
she was indeed going to punish him, but also from the completely 
casual way she was talking about it.

"I'm not talkin' about your punishment," continued Cecilia, "what 
else do you think you ought to be doin' to make this up to me?"

"I'll do whatever you want. Anything you want, I'll do it. I'll 
never let you down again."

Cecilia took Jason's hands and gave him a teary smile.

"You promise? You won't never let me down again?"

Jason felt he needed to give Cecilia a dramatic gesture to 
symbolize his dedication to her. He kissed her hands and then 
hugged her.

It was time for Cecilia to go, but she had a parting gift for 
him. She needed to reward Jason for acknowledging it was his 
responsibility to serve her needs and accept punishment from her 
when he needed it. She put her hands on his bare arms, and very 
gently and seductively gave him a good-night kiss...on the mouth.

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Cecilia returned to her room and noticed the time. It already was 
past 1:00 a.m. She sighed, wishing that it wasn't so late, but 
time does fly, especially if you need the sleep.

The RA got undressed and decided to relieve her physical urges 
before closing her eyes. In the darkened room she gently caressed 
her body, thinking about the extremely fortunate chain of events 
that had transpired that night. Yes, she had been infuriated as 
she left the library lugging nearly 30 research books and no one 
to help her. However, to see Jason and Ken running towards her 
naked like that...with totally panicked expressions and covered 
in mud...that would remain one of the funniest memories of her 
life.

What totally stunned Cecilia was how easy it had been. Less than 
two weeks after meeting Jason, she was about to get everything 
she had hoped for in her relationship with him. She had figured 
it would take at least several weeks before she could begin 
disciplining him, but it turned out that next Friday evening 
would be the big night. Friday he was to bend over and present 
his bare bottom for its first punishment. 

The RA thought about what she should use. She figured her choices 
were buying a paddle at the campus souvenir shop, or finding a 
good thick belt and using that. The paddle was the easier choice, 
but she really wanted to go with a belt, if she could find the 
right one. It needed to be made of thick, heavy leather, but at 
the same time be very flexible and pliable. An old used belt 
would serve quite well; assuming it was heavy enough. A new belt 
would be too stiff and not pack the sting she wanted. 

Cecilia already knew how she would choreograph Jason's 
punishment. She would arrive at his room at a predetermined time, 
wearing a somewhat sexy outfit that left her arms and shoulders 
bare and free to swing. He would be waiting for her, not wearing 
anything, of course. She would show him the belt and lay it on 
his bed in full view. She would order him to get on his knees and 
explain to her why he needed to be disciplined. Then she would 
instruct him to position the armchair in the center of the room 
so she could move about freely. She carefully would guide him 
over the back of the chair, with his hands resting on the chair's 
arms and his waist bent over the back. She would order him to 
spread his legs and stick his butt out. Slowly at first, she 
would begin swinging, gradually picking up the tempo and force of 
the swats. For a long time the room would be full of the cracking 
of old leather against bare skin. Finally, when it was over, she 
would comfort him, letting him know that she loved him and only 
was doing this to make him a better and stronger person.

Cecilia's desire to punish Jason had nothing to do with cruelty. 
She needed the Jason that she was creating, but also was 
convinced he needed her. She saw the freshman as a person who in 
some ways was still very vulnerable and whose personality was not 
yet completely formed. He had a weak, immature character that 
needed to surrender control to a caring, but stronger-willed 
person. 

After that initial session with the belt, he would learn to 
submit in every detail of his life, not just by presenting his 
bottom for punishment. He would submit to her sexual desires and 
strive to adapt to her needs. During the day he would serve her 
in many mundane ways, such as carrying things for her, seating 
her, opening doors for her, and attending to a multitude of other 
details to make her life more pleasant. That was his destiny; 
that was why he had become part of her life.

Cecilia gasped and moaned as her fingers rubbed around her 
clitoris and through the juices of her arousal. Tonight it was 
fantasy, but in just five days, it would be real...Jason's lovely 
bottom decorated with a series of red stripes and his face 
streaked with tears...and the real beginning of his new life 
under her guidance.

