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 20 - In Tracy's defense

Following dinner and clean-up the sorority held its weekly members' meeting. 
Attending the meeting was mandatory for all members, but it was mostly a 
relaxed and informal affair. The women either could sit on the floor or grab a 
folding chair from the storage area. Most of the members simply sat on the floor, 
not wanting to hassle with pulling out a chair.

Clothing in the room ranged from formal dresses, to shorts and T-shirts, to 
nothing. Some of the women planned to go out on dates immediately after the 
meeting and were dressed in their best clothes. Others were getting ready to go 
out exercising or to walk back to campus and were more casually dressed. A few 
women who had just come in from the pool or the patio area had not bothered to 
get dressed at all, and entered the room with nothing but a towel to sit on. The 
pledges, of course, were naked.

Lisa noticed three other naked Four-Betas nervously sitting in chairs near the 
speaker's podium. Lisa wondered what was going on with them, because 
normally they were not among the women Lisa was used to seeing running 
around the house with nothing on.

Lisa's question was answered when President Alexandra took her position at the 
speaker's podium and announced that the sorority had three "birthday girls" that 
week, three women who had a birthday within the past seven days. The three 
naked sorority members stepped forward while the entire room sang "Happy 
Birthday" to them. As the rest of the sorority sang, the Four-Beta social director 
snapped several pictures of the blushing "birthday girls".

The sorority had a tradition that anyone celebrating a birthday had to receive a 
birthday spanking in her birthday suit, which was why the three women were not 
wearing anything. As soon as the singing concluded, President Alexandra sat 
down on a hard-backed chair to perform one of the more fun duties of her 
position. The first of the three women went over her lap, an attractive blond 
member called Annette.

Alexandra patted Annette's bottom and loudly asked:

"How many years, ladies?"

"Twenty, President Alexandra!"

"Excellent! Twenty years, and one to grow on!"

SLAP!

Seventy women responded by cheering: "ONE!"

SLAP!

"TWO!"

SLAP!

"THREE…"

President Alexandra spanked Annette a total of 21 times, 20 for each year, 
concluding with the traditional extra "to grow on". Annette's friends took several 
pictures of her while still over the president's lap, and then had her pose with 
them for several group shots. The spanking was no big deal and Annette certainly 
seemed no worse for her experience as she bantered with her friends and wiggled 
her pink bottom in front of the camera.

The performance was repeated on the other two "birthday girls", first a spanking 
from the sorority president and then posing for pictures with the dressed members 
of the sorority. Once all three spankings were completed and anyone who wanted 
a picture of the "birthday girls" had one, the three women stood at the front of the 
room to be formally presented with their birthday presents from the sorority; 
silver necklaces with the sorority emblem. The necklaces were made from pure 
silver and looked quite expensive. The three "birthday girls" posed together 
wearing their necklaces and nothing else, for the official photo celebrating the 
completion of one more year of their lives.

Once the cheering stopped and the three "birthday girls" joined their fellow 
sorority members in the audience, President Alexandra turned over the podium to 
her officers. Each officer had a few announcements, mostly items related to the 
upkeep of the house or academic issues. The social director spoke at length about 
several summer hikes and camping trips, including one to be held the following 
weekend with the Tri-Alphas. The hike was counted among the pledge tests, but 
more so for the male pledges than the females, because the males had to carry 
backpacks. The sorority and fraternity members would hike 12 miles on Saturday, 
camp overnight in a remote area, then spend Sunday hiking back.

The Pledge Mistress interjected to the four newcomers: "Next week you'll need to 
break in your hiking boots, so I'll be having you wear them on campus. If you 
don't, you might get blisters on the hike."

The Social Director continued by mentioning an event at the end of June called 
the "Skins and Shirts Ball", that was a formal dance held each semester with the 
Tri-Alphas. Why it was called the "Skins and Shirts Ball" became evident when 
she explained to the pledges that before the ball each semester there was a wager 
between the Four-Betas and the Tri-Alphas. The losing side had to go to the ball 
naked, while the winners attended in formal clothing. The previous spring it had 
been the Four-Betas who lost the bet, and thus the entire membership of the 
sorority suffered the indignity of having to dine, dance, and be photographed in 
the nude next to their formally dressed male partners.

Lisa had an ominous feeling concerning the "Skins and Shirts Ball" and why it 
was being brought up in front of the four pledges. A bet, huh? What kind of bet?

The Social Director continued:

"I think we've already got some good wagers for the fall and spring semesters, 
and we've been trying to come up with a good one for the summer. I've discussed 
it with Social Director Phil of the Tri-Alphas, and the idea we came up with this 
year is a naked scavenger hunt for the pledges. Our pledges versus theirs."

It was obvious everyone in the room liked the idea.

"Here's what we thought we ought to do. We'll be aiming to do the hunt Sunday 
night. You know that Stacy…" (who was one of the Four-Beta sophomores) 
"…has a job at the library and can get us in after it closes. John Walton has a job 
at the Student Memorial Center, and Bob's still instructing at the gym. That gives 
us at least three campus buildings where we can set up, and Dr. Ruth Burnside 
told us she might be able to open up the Economics Department for us after 
midnight. If she can do that and we go with Sunday night, we'll have four 
buildings to run around in plus all of Old Campus."

The four pledges had a very sinking feeling. Bubbling with enthusiasm, the Social 
Director continued:

"Now here's the really great part! Phil talked to Sergeant Polk from Campus 
Security, and Sunday night they're planning on doing a huge parking enforcement 
operation in the dorm area. What that means is, (and this is a big secret) Campus 
Security is gonna be completely tied up towing cars out of the dorm lots all 
Sunday night. We can do what we want on Old Campus because Campus Security 
is gonna leave us alone! In fact, Arnold told them that if they let us do the 
scavenger hunt, we can keep an eye on Old Campus for them and they can 
concentrate on the dorm lots. So, what do you guys think?"

All of the women in the room, minus the four pledges, cheered at the idea. A 
member of the junior class raised her hand.

"I move we vote to make the pledges do the naked scavenger hunt!"

"Does anyone second that motion?"

Several hands went up.

"OK, Lets put it to a vote. Everyone in favor of doing the scavenger hunt raise her 
hand!"

Every woman in the room, with the exception of Tracy and the four pledges, 
raised her hand.

"Anyone against?"

The four pledges did not have the right to vote, so no hands went up against the 
idea. Pledge Mistress Tracy abstained.

President Alexandra's voice bellowed out:

"Pledge Mistress Tracy!"

"Yes, President Alexandra!"

"You are directed to properly prepare your pledges for Sunday night's scavenger 
hunt! I am holding you personally accountable for their success!"

"Yes, President Alexandra!"

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When the meeting ended, Tracy ordered the pledges to accompany her into the 
pledge room. It surprised none of them that her temper suddenly seemed much 
sharper, now she was to be held accountable if her group lost the scavenger hunt 
and the Four-Betas had to attend the "Skins and Shirts" ball in the nude. Lisa 
could see that her hands were shaking slightly. At that moment she saw the 
Pledge Mistress as very human, a woman who was quite nervous about the 
difficult task that had been thrust upon her.

Prepare her pledges for an all-night scavenger hunt on campus in the nude. Now, 
how in the hell was she supposed to do that?

Lisa realized there was one way Tracy could prepare the group. If the pledges 
spent the next two days completely familiarizing themselves with Old Campus 
and the four buildings they were likely to be exploring, their chances of searching 
efficiently and maximizing their time would be greatly improved. It would be 
especially helpful to systematically explore the area at night and even practice 
looking for things and running back and forth in the darkness.

As the other members of the pledge group gathered up their coursework to 
prepare for the mandatory two hours of nightly studying, Lisa approached the 
Pledge Mistress, knelt, and requested permission to speak. She instinctively knew 
it would be better to approach the sorority officer when the others were not 
around, because Tracy usually treated her much differently when they were alone.

Tracy listened to Lisa's idea with interest, especially her suggestion that the 
pledges explore Old Campus at night. She responded:

"Very well, Pledge Lisa. You've thought this thing through quicker than I have. A 
night exercise and dry runs. OK. When study time is over, I'm taking you out for 
some punishment PT."

"Ma'am…what…?"

"That's how I'm gonna justify getting you out of the sorority house. A couple of 
the girls want the Triple-A's to win, so they're gonna be watching us to see what 
we're doing to get ready. Anything they see us doing is gonna get reported to their 
Pledge Master, so I gotta make it look like I'm pissed off at you about something 
else and not worried about Sunday night. Get upstairs and study, but don't say 
anything. At 10:00 I'll have your uniforms ready. When you come back 
downstairs I'm gonna need to be a bit rough on you, but then we're leaving."

"Yes, ma'am."

Lisa took a deep breath as she went upstairs, fully regretting making the 
suggestion to Tracy. Apparently the only reward she was going to get out of her 
effort to help was being yelled at and then a sleepless night running around Old 
Campus. No, there was no way she was going to say anything to the others. The 
last thing she wanted was for them to know that it was her dumb idea that was 
going to make the weekend very miserable for the entire group.

After two hours of studying the four tired pledges went downstairs. The freshmen 
were fully expecting to go to bed. Lisa knew that wasn't going to happen, at least 
not for several hours. Sure enough, the pledges' jogging uniforms were laid out 
on their cots and the Pledge Mistress was waiting for them wearing a jogging 
outfit and a furious expression. The pledges immediately dropped to their knees. 
Tracy waved a sheet of paper, pointed at her own face, and asked:

"Is this the expression of a happy woman?"

"No, ma'am."

"That's right, ladies, this is not the face of a happy woman! This is the face of a 
woman with a CASE OF THE ASS! And do you know why I have a case of the 
ass?"

"No, ma'am."

"Well, I'll tell you! Your PT improvement scores SUCK! What the fuck are you 
doing to me? You're supposed to be improving, and all I see is SHIT! All I see is 
a bunch of lazy bitches who don't give a fuck about exercising! What the fuck is 
wrong with you? Don't you care about fitness? Don't you care about your body?"

"Yes, ma'am, we care."

"Oh, so now you arrogant little freshmen are arguing with me! How nice! GET IN 
THE FRONT-LEANING REST POSITION – NOW!"

The four women scrambled to get into the standard push-up position. Lisa glanced 
up at the Pledge Mistress, who in turn kept looking towards the door of the pledge 
room. Suddenly it occurred to Lisa that something more was going on than what 
Tracy had told her earlier in the evening.

The pledges tired themselves out doing several sets of military-style four-count 
pushups, and then Lisa looked up to notice that Sergeant-at-Arms Heather was 
standing at the door. Standing next to her was a junior who happened to be dating 
one of the Tri-Alpha officers. As soon as the two women went upstairs, Tracy 
immediately ordered the pledges to "recover" and put on their jogging uniforms.

A strange coincidence, if that's what it was. Apparently Tracy was hazing the 
pledges precisely so Heather could see her. As soon as Heather was out of sight, 
the hazing stopped. Lisa became even more convinced there was much more 
going on with the scavenger hunt than what Tracy had been willing to tell her.

As Tracy continued to scream her guts out, the pledges desperately put on their 
uniforms and scrambled up the stairs.

"You're gonna improve those PT scores! If I have to run you all night, every 
night, I'll make you improve! You are NOT gonna be Four-Betas with your PT 
scores the way they are! Now, MOVE-MOVE-MOVE!"

The pledges scrambled out the front door ahead of their Pledge Mistress. As 
Tracy continued to yell at them on the sidewalk, the five women ran away from 
the direction of the university, turned a corner and disappeared onto another side 
street. When the group had run to a small park about four blocks away from the 
Four-Beta house, Tracy suddenly calmed down. She led the pledges to some 
bushes and pulled out a backpack containing five dark T-shirts and five pairs of 
shorts. She passed out the new sets of clothing and ordered everyone to change. 
She took the pledges' Four-Beta clothes and stuffed them in the backpack along 
with her own. 

Then Tracy did something truly shocking. She pulled out a large thermos of soda 
and passed out some paper cups. The pledges gratefully accepted the unexpected 
treat, because normally Four-Beta pledges were not allowed to drink soda. The 
soda completely changed the mood of the group and mentally prepared the 
younger women for what was about to follow.

Tracy explained that both Friday and Saturday night she and the pledges would 
conduct what she called a "recon" of Old Campus. They would look for likely 
hiding spots, memorize where everything was, and identify escape routes and 
concealment if they were pursued by either the police or Campus Security. On 
Saturday and Sunday they would walk around to see the same area during 
daylight. Of course, during the day they would not be able to disguise themselves 
and thus could not be too obvious about what they were doing. Anyhow, the 
nighttime exploration was much more important, because the scavenger hunt 
would be at night.

"By Sunday night you're gonna know Old Campus better than you know the 
Four-Beta House, and we're gonna win this thing."

The pledges were not about to argue with Tracy's logic, even if it meant less sleep 
over the weekend. They were aware there would be hell to pay if they lost the 
scavenger hunt. 

The three freshmen, however, were still very angry at their Pledge Mistress 
because of the way they had been treated before they came out to the park. 
Looking around Old Campus at night made perfect sense, but why did Tracy have 
to be so mean to them back at the sorority house? What did that have to do with 
winning the scavenger hunt?

Lisa, meanwhile, partly understood what was going on and was becoming very 
worried about Tracy's behavior around Heather. Whenever the Pledge Mistress 
was around Heather, she became Psycho-Bitch, but whenever Heather was not 
nearby she behaved much more normally. It was obvious that she felt the need to 
"perform" for Heather, and her behavior in the pledge room that night was simply 
a more extreme example of something Lisa already had noticed. 

Lisa also wondered about the secrecy of Tracy's plan to familiarize the pledges 
with Old Campus. Having the pledges memorize the layout of Old Campus made 
perfect sense, so why would she need to hide it from the sorority's other officers? 
Was there a rivalry or fight between Heather and Tracy? Would that dispute 
eventually require the pledges to take sides? 

Or worse yet, was it possible that "the couple of girls" who wanted the fraternity 
to win were actually Heather and that junior? If so, that was a very scary thought; 
the knowledge the Four-Beta Sergeant-at-Arms was spying on them and could not 
be trusted. Lisa remembered her first impression of Heather, that she did not like 
her. It seemed to Lisa that something about Heather's personality wasn't quite 
right. Tracy's caution around her seemed to confirm Lisa's unease about the 
Sergeant-at-Arms' trustworthiness.

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Tracy and the pledges walked a route towards Old Campus that bypassed 
Fraternity Row and the businesses on Pageant Street. The women slipped across 
the street and began wandering around the tree-lined sidewalks and century-old 
buildings as their eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. Tracy began by having her 
group systematically find and count the windowsills, stairwells, and side 
entrances to all of the old buildings. They moved around the trees and bushes, 
identifying potential hiding places, and then explored the fishpond behind the 
University Alumni Clubhouse. The women compared their observations to 
campus maps, measured distances between buildings, and practiced running along 
the dark sidewalks. They identified all of the newspaper racks, bulletin boards, 
and public phones, as well as finding all the dumpsters and recycling bins. 
Finally, Tracy put two dollars into a soda machine and asked each member of her 
group what she wanted. For the second time that night, the pledges indulged 
themselves in the illicit pleasure of soda-drinking.

Tracy then led her group to explore the outside of the four buildings they would 
likely have to enter Sunday night. The pledges familiarized themselves with the 
outsides of the buildings and their surroundings. The following day they would 
spend on campus, eating at the Student Memorial Center, checking out books 
from the library, and working out at the gym. They would spend most of the day 
inside the three buildings making sure they knew where everything was located. 
As for the Economics Building, Tracy took it for granted that if it were included 
in the scavenger hunt, Lisa would be leading the forays inside.

It was nearly 2:00 a.m. when the group left campus and returned to the park near 
the Four-Beta house. The women stripped in the darkness and put on their Four-
Beta clothing. Tracy stashed her backpack in the bushes and ordered the group to 
do some pushups to build up some sweat, and then to start running back to the 
sorority house.

"Pledge Lisa!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Call cadence!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Following Lisa's lead, the women started clapping and chanting:

"Left…right…left-right-left!"

"Left…right…left-right-left!"

"Runnin' that midnight Four-Beta left!"

"Runnin' that midnight Four-Beta left!"

"I don't wanna be no drunken fat-bitch!"

"I don't wanna be no drunken fat-bitch!"

"I don't wanna party 'till I puck!"

"I don't wanna party 'till I puck…"

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The pledges returned to their room totally exhausted and covered in sweat. Their 
first priority was showering, and the second priority was a good drink of cold 
water. The freshmen were utterly perplexed at what had happened with the Pledge 
Mistress: the hazing, having to go on campus in disguise, and most of all, the 
soda. If the Pledge Mistress was such an odious bitch, why would she let them 
drink soda, and in fact buy it for them? That didn't make any sense.

Once they all had showered and were sipping on water, Lisa called her group 
together and whispered:

"I don't want any of you to talk about what we did tonight. If anyone asks, just 
tell them that Tracy was dogging us in the park because she was pissed about our 
PT scores. That's it. You cannot tell anyone we were on campus."

"But…why not? Wouldn't they want us to get ready?"

"I don't know. But I have a feeling the Triple-A's aren't gonna have their guys 
explore the campus like we just did, which is why Tracy wants to keep what 
we're doing a secret. We're gonna know where everything is. They won't, and 
that's gonna let us win."

Bernadette, as always, expressed her skepticism. "Lisa, this is totally crazy. I still 
think that..."

"Yes, it's crazy, but I have a suspicion I know what's going on."

"Then what is it?"

"I'll tell you later, once I'm sure myself. But I will tell you this. We need to trust 
Tracy, because she's the only officer in this sorority who actually cares about us."

Lisa noticed the disbelieving reaction on her companions' faces and continued:

"I'm not asking you to like her. I'm asking you to trust her judgment."

"That's easy for you to say. You do like her. Of course you'd trust her. I can't 
stand her."

Exasperated with the argument, Lisa finally countered:

"Look. We've been here nearly two weeks, and we've had a lot of shit thrown at 
us. Now, who's been doing most of it?"

"Tracy."

"Exactly. Tracy. Now I want you to think about something. The other officers 
have all left us alone, except for Heather. I don't think it's occurred to any of you 
that maybe it's because of Tracy that we're not being bothered by anybody else. 
You guys ever think about that? We have one person dogging us instead of the 
entire sorority. If you think things are bad now, imagine what'd they be like if we 
had the whole sorority on top of us. Tracy has to treat us the way she does so the 
others will leave us alone."

Lisa paused to let her companions think about what she had just said. None of 
them responded. Annoyed by their silence, Lisa emphasized her point.

"There's something else. Before you're so quick to hate her, let me ask you: who 
was it who got us those two nights in the guest room? Tracy. Who is it who gets 
us a few minutes in the pool whenever she can so we can relax? Tracy. Who is it 
who sits up in the library every night after we go to bed writing up our training 
packets? Tracy. Who was it who bought us cokes when they're prohibited? Tracy. 
Who is it who's giving up her weekend so we don't lose the scavenger hunt and 
get out asses whipped? Tracy. So, guess what? I'm really not interested in hearing 
you guys bitch about what a rotten person Tracy is."

The three freshmen were taken aback by the forcefulness of Lisa's defense of the 
Pledge Mistress. Her anger was genuine and her companions realized that any 
further negative thoughts they had about Tracy were best left unspoken.

"Let's go to bed. We got a long weekend ahead of us."

With that Lisa went straight to sleep, for once not troubled by the confused 
thoughts that normally kept her awake.


