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 13 – The three-mile streaking challenge

The next portion of the lesson was a quick review of the implements themselves. 
Burnside had an impressive collection of leather belts, straps, floggers, martinets, 
crops, whips, canes, and paddles of various shapes, sizes, and materials. She also 
had some standard kitchen items such as breadboards, bath brushes, and 
hairbrushes to show how ordinary items that could be used for impromptu 
discipline. She handed the implements one by one to the pledges and discussed 
the advantages and drawbacks of each. As she talked, the pledges carefully 
examined the items and passed them along to their companions.

Burnside held up a very old paddle-shaped breadboard:

"This breadboard and I go back a very long way, because it's one of the first 
implements I ever had. I was only 13 when I punished my first boyfriend, and this 
is what I used on him."

Lisa and her companions glanced at each other. They couldn't imagine what 
Burnside must have been like when she was only 13 years old, but apparently her 
personality and sexual tastes had not changed much in the ensuing quarter 
century.

The two freshmen that had stood quietly the entire afternoon now were ready to 
perform their duty as practice subjects for the pledges. Burnside called them 
forward and told each to stand next to a chair. She directed Heather to unlock and 
take off their handcuffs. She tapped her right eye, a signal that she wanted 
Heather to blindfold the subjects.

She held up some printouts and addressed the pledges:

"Now for your practical exercise, combining implements and positions. I have 
prepared these worksheets to help you with the evaluation. I want you to identify 
the best position for each implement and the best implement for each position. 
You will need to explain why and also tell me what implements are not 
appropriate for a given position. You will use your practical experience to 
experiment and tell me what's most effective."

She passed out the papers and continued:

"Don't worry about hurting your subjects. That's what they're here for, to give 
you the chance to have some hands-on practice inflicting corporal punishment. 
They understand that they're going to be feeling some real pain in a couple of 
minutes, and it's what they expect. Do not try to speak to them, because they are 
instructed not to interact with you. The only talking I want to hear is you telling 
them to move or to assume a position. Whatever you tell them to do they are 
instructed to obey."

"You'll be working in two-member teams. I want you to take turns, for each of 
you to strike your subject at least twice with each implement on the table. Now, 
I've explained what positions I think work best and why. However, if you think 
you can do better, by all means, try out your ideas. Some things work better with 
some disciplinarians than others. If your experience differs from mine, then I'd 
like to see your reasoning and the results."

"I will be assessing not only your written statements, but also the markings 
themselves. I do expect you to exercise responsibility. Be careful about breaking 
the skin of your subjects. If you think you're close or you see blood blisters, stop 
and let me know. I'll tell you if it's safe to continue. OK, enough talk. Pair up, 
choose your subject, and apply what you've learned."

"Yes, Dr. Burnside."

As the pledges got ready to begin punishing their subjects, Heather pulled out her 
digital camera. She planned to photograph the discipline session and add the 
pictures to the Four-Beta digital archives. At first Lisa and Kathleen were going to 
pair-off together with Steve, but their mentor stopped them. She told Kathleen to 
go with Bernadette and Cherine to join Lisa. The Sergeant-at-Arms assumed that 
Kathleen and Lisa would concentrate better if not allowed to work with each 
other.

Cherine had none of Lisa's experience disciplining guys. The experience was 
totally new and at the beginning rather frightening. Lisa told her companion to put 
Steve over her lap for a spanking with her hand, and then with a short, thick 
hairbrush. It was a totally strange feeling for the freshman to be sitting naked in a 
chair and have a silent, but equally naked young man over her lap. She could feel 
his penis and testicles pressing against her thigh. She did not slap very effectively 
with her hand, but her confidence started building when she started using the 
hairbrush. She began to enjoy herself and the satisfying rhythm of the 
POP…POP…POP of the wood as it made contact with Steve's skin

Lisa briefly took her turn with the hairbrush before they instructed Steve to put his 
hands on the table. As instructed, they made sure his legs were spread and his 
back was arched so they could see his bottom-hole. Lisa gave Steve two smacks 
with the paddle, and then handed the implement to Cherine. After Cherine 
delivered a couple of respectable paddle swats, the two women stopped to fill out 
the first portion of the forms and note their observations. 

Lisa picked up a heavy leather strap, a leather paddle without holes, and one with 
holes. She struck with the two paddles first, fascinated at the pattern left by the 
paddle with the holes. Cherine followed suit. The two women wrote their 
observations and continued with the strap.

CRACK!!!…CRACK!!!

Lisa struck hard with the strap, darkening Steve's already reddish bottom. She 
shifted position to hit him with a backhanded swat:

CRACK!!!

Lisa handed the strap to Cherine, who took a deep breath, stepped back, and 
delivered a truly vicious swat.

CRACK!!!

Steve broke from the force of Cherine's swat. He twisted from the pain, which, of 
course, was a stupid thing to do. Cherine snapped:

"I'm not done with you! Get you're hands back on the table!"

CRACK!!!

After a couple more swats with the strap, some hits with a belt, and some more 
with a martinet, the two women paused to enter their information into the 
worksheet. The next implement they decided to experiment with was the riding 
crop. Lisa decided to try something new. She ordered Steve to lie on his back and 
hold his knees up. Once his legs were held in place by his interlocked arms, 
Steve's bottom was spread wide, his anus pointing straight up, his testicles and 
penis on full display, and his bottom and upper thighs stretched tight. Lisa 
decided to test his endurance and his resolve to stay quiet no matter what.

Lisa and Cherine took turns viciously striking at the tender skin surrounding 
Steve's bottom-hole and the insides of his upper thighs. They struck over and over 
as the fiery pain mounted around that intimate region. Steve moaned and gritted 
his teeth, but just as the pledges were determined to break him, he was just as 
determined to resist as much as possible. Steve's face was wet from tears and 
sweat under his blindfold and he was grunting from the pain. Steve's inner thighs 
and area around his anus turned quite dark as Lisa and Cherine struck over and 
over. Lisa, whose aim was very good, concentrated on his bottom, while Cherine, 
who was still a novice, concentrated on his thighs.

Heather told Lisa and Cherine to stop for a moment and to pose next to their 
subject. Heather snapped a couple of pictures while the two pledges stood to his 
sides, each resting a hand on one of his knees.

Bernadette and Kathleen already had their subject attached to the ceiling for the 
final whipping. Rather than wait for them to finish, Lisa decided to have Steve lie 
on the table with the cylindrical pillow under his hips and his hands and feet tied 
to the table legs. He would have to take the whip strokes lying down instead of 
standing up. 

Because Steve's bottom was in such bad shape, his two tormentors had to 
concentrate on his thighs and upper back. Lisa discovered that flogging 
downwards was somewhat more difficult than flogging sideways. She was careful 
to note that observation, because she suspected Burnside would critique her for 
not using the best position for the whip. Steve was crying by the time the two 
women let him off the table. 

Lisa decided to end Steve's punishment. She asked Heather for a pair of 
handcuffs, cuffed his hands, and got ready to lead him to the corner. Heather took 
a final picture of her two pledges and their victim before Lisa guided him to the 
corner and told him to get on his knees. Bernadette and Kathleen wrapped up 
shortly afterwards, posed for a final picture, and led their subject to the corner to 
join the others.

While the three young men knelt uncomfortably, Burnside took the worksheets 
from the students. Heather ordered them to line up and kneel while Burnside went 
over the papers.

"Pledge Lisa!"

"Yes, Dr. Burnside!"

"You made an observation about using the lying position for the whip. Stand up 
and share that with the rest of us."

Lisa stood up and explained why she felt it was harder to use the whip on a 
subject that was lying down than on one that was standing. Her answer seemed to 
satisfy the professor.

The pledges final duty was to pose for a picture with the professor. Burnside 
picked up a riding crop and stood in the middle of the group while Heather 
ordered the pledges to kneel upright with their hands at their sides. The picture 
was a formal portrait and would be included in the Four-Beta yearbook.

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Heather and Burnside ordered the pledges into the kitchen to prepare a late meal 
for the household. Meanwhile they helped themselves to the services of the 
punished males. They figured Steve would not be of much use because of his 
recent orgasm, but the other two young masochists were certainly ready for some 
fun. Burnside took Mark for herself and let Heather take the other freshman. 
Heather led her partner into the guest bedroom while Burnside took Mark to the 
main bedroom. The two doors shut and the pledges were left alone.

With four sets of hands working in the kitchen, the meal was ready in a few 
minutes. Heather and Burnside showed no sign of coming back out anytime soon, 
so Bernadette decided to go back out into the living room and play with Steve. 
She began talking sweetly to him and gently rubbing her breasts up and down his 
chest. Her original intention was just to tease him, but soon he was very hard. She 
decided to take a small risk. She unlocked his handcuffs and led him to the 
bathroom. She checked the medicine cabinet for condoms, and sure enough, she 
found a box. Excellent.

Bernadette passionately kissed Steve and ran her hands over his welt-covered 
backside. He responded immediately, the physical sensation of the delicious 
throbbing combining with the feel of the lovely young body pressed up against 
him driving him wild with desire. He desperately kissed her.

Bernadette planned to have Steve lie on his back and straddle him, but suddenly 
he took control of their love-making. As soon as he had the condom on he pushed 
her to her hands and knees. She was wet with lust and desire and did not resist. He 
gently massaged her vulva, then grabbed her hips and plunged in. Bernadette 
gasped with delight. Oh, this was good. It turned out that Steve was an excellent 
lover and capable of multiple orgasms in one day. Like Lisa's boyfriend Ken, all 
it took was some good sensual pain to unlock his sexual being.

Fortunately the bathroom had a shower, so Bernadette and her momentary lover 
decided to clean up. They closed the door of the stall and soaped each other's 
bodies. Steve massaged Bernadette's body, first her back and then her breasts. 
Finally his hands wandered towards her stomach. She did not resist as he 
continued his way towards her vagina. He soaped and massaged that sensitive 
area and brought her to yet another orgasm. The couple kissed desperately as she 
climaxed a second time.

They toweled off. Bernadette put Steve's handcuffs and blindfold back on and led 
him back to the corner. She didn't know if he'd get in trouble if Burnside and 
Heather found out about their love-making session, but, why take chances? She 
cleaned up the evidence in the bathroom as best she could before rejoining her 
companions in the kitchen.

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While Bernadette was occupied with Steve and Cherine was busy cutting 
vegetables, Lisa and Kathleen slipped out into Burnside's back yard. They were 
surprised to see an old friendly-looking dog struggling to his feet in the grass, but 
the dog simply wagged his tail, barked once, and lay back down. Obviously he 
was used to strange people in the yard and had long since stopped being bothered 
by them.

The lovers had gone outside with a simple idea of exchanging some hugs and 
kisses. As much as they wanted to make love, the lack of time and the presence of 
an old friendly dog staring at them deterred them from completely indulging 
themselves. Even so, they kissed for a long time and ran their hands up and down 
each other's bodies. They hugged tightly, enjoying the feel of each other's bare 
skin in the warm summer air.

As they held each other, Lisa's secret desire to spank her lover's thin bottom 
returned. She had no desire to do anything serious to her, but did hope to someday 
put her over her lap. She decided to try a small test to see if Kathleen would 
submit to a spanking. She rubbed her lover's bottom and gently patted her 
bottom-cheeks in a spanking motion.

Kathleen buried her mouth into Lisa's, leaving her unsure whether her unspoken 
message had been understood. Lisa kissed Kathleen's neck and again patted her 
bottom.

"Hmm…"

"So…have you been a good girl today?"

"Hmm…maybe."

"…or maybe just a bit naughty?"

"Maybe…"

Once again Lisa patted Kathleen's unprotected bottom, a bit firmer this time, 
almost lightly slapping it.

"Because if you're being a bit naughty on me, we'll just have to fix that, now 
won't we?"

Kathleen responded by kissing her hard. Lisa had her answer. Her lover would be 
perfectly willing to take a spanking. Her heart raced, because now she knew that 
the next time she was alone with Kathleen, an erotic spanking would be part of 
their foreplay.

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Bernadette returned to the kitchen just as Cherine finished cutting vegetables. It 
was obvious she had showered, but it was even more obvious she was content and 
relaxed. Cherine gave her companion a very hostile look, angry at having been 
left alone to deal with dinner. 

"Where were you?"

"I was in the bathroom."

"By yourself?"

"No. I was with Steve."

"Thanks a lot. Real nice of you three to leave me alone in the kitchen. I really 
appreciate it."

"Look, Cherine, I'm sorry. I was horny. He was horny too. I didn't get the finger 
fuck from the VP like you did. I was just horny, OK?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Anyway, where's Lisa and Kathleen?"

"I guess they're in the backyard."

"I go get 'em."

"No, I'll get 'em. You deal with lunch. I'll get 'em."

The patio door went open and Maynard let out a half-hearted bark. Maybe he 
wasn't that great of a watchdog, but at least he saved Lisa and Kathleen the 
embarrassment of being caught making-out by their fellow pledge. They 
separated before she went out into the yard, and were just standing when she 
finally found them.

"What are you doing?"

"Just…talking."

Cherine tightened her lips. It was obvious they were flustered from the 
interruption and that they had been doing a lot more than "just talking". Cherine 
was angry, but decided not to push that point. The three pledges went back inside 
and finished preparing the meal.

The dinner was a very strange one. Burnside and Heather were the only people at 
the table who were dressed. The pledges and the three male subjects sat at the 
table naked. The pledges were nervous while the males moved stiffly from having 
been so severely punished. Still, Burnside's guests had worked up a good appetite 
and the food put everyone in a better mood. They relaxed and ate at a very 
leisurely pace.

After eating the pledges knelt while Burnside gave them some final thoughts on 
erotic discipline. She noted that they all had done very well and had passed the 
afternoon's practical exercise. As she spoke the three males cleaned up.

"Alright, that's a wrap from my end. Always remember that discipline is more 
about psychology than it is flagellation. Take your time and think through 
anything you do."

"Yes, Dr. Burnside."

"PLEDGES, STAND UP!"

The pledges scrambled to their feet. They put on their shower shoes and filed out 
the door. They were exposed on the driveway while Heather fumbled for the key 
to open the vehicle, but fortunately it already was getting dark. Finally the pledges 
got into the minivan for the trip back to the sorority house.

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The house was empty with the exception of Tracy, who was back from her 
Reserve drill and dressed in a Four-Beta PT uniform. At the moment the pledges 
didn't think there was anything significant about Tracy wearing a PT uniform, but 
they had forgotten that they had not done their PT for the day. Instead their minds 
were on the inspection.

The pledges and their two mentors spent the next hour carefully going through the 
house. Tracy found a total of 26 violations. That was not bad considering the size 
of the house, the detailed rules laid out in the manual, and the fact that only four 
women had been available to conduct the clean-up. 

The pledges returned to the sitting room, assuming that either one or all of them 
was due 26 swats with the strap. Tracy explained the rules, emphasizing that yes, 
indeed the rules had been violated and the women were facing punishment. Then 
she sprung a surprise on them:

"I'm giving you a choice, because 26 violations is not that bad. You haven't done 
your PT for the day, and today we're doing lower body. I was thinking a good 
three-mile run might be a good substitute for 26 swats for each of you. So how 
about it? What's your choice, three miles or 26 swats?

Of course the pledges chose running the three miles, not yet realizing there was a 
catch.

"Good choice. Alright, line up and get ready to stretch."

While Tracy led the pledges stretching, Heather went to the basement to pick up 
their running shoes and socks. She laid the footwear near the front door.

Once the pledges finished stretching, Tracy ordered them to put on their shoes and 
socks. The four women became increasingly concerned, because their uniforms 
were nowhere in sight.

"Get in the van."

The pledges looked at each other with very worried expressions, but did not dare 
hesitate to go into the driveway and load themselves into the vehicle. Tracy 
jumped behind the wheel while Heather got into the passenger seat. The van 
quickly pulled away from the safety of the sorority house. It was Heather who 
broke the news:

"You're doing a three-mile run, but we're gonna make it interesting. What you'll 
really be doing is a three-mile streak."

The Sergeant-at-Arms smiled slightly as Cherine and Kathleen gasped.

"That's right, ladies. We're making you streak three miles back to the sorority. 
This is one of your tests. We're giving you an hour to get back, which, if you keep 
moving, will be plenty of time."

"But…"

The only 'butt' will be your red butt if you don't make it back in time. We're 
making you do this for a reason. We're testing you to see how well you deal with 
a dangerous and stressful situation. We want you to stick together and work with 
each other to get across campus. That's your PT for the night. A simple three-mile 
run across campus, but in the nude. It's Sunday night, so things should be pretty 
quiet."

The pledges sat in horrified silence as the van exited the opposite side of the 
university and continued in the direction of Burnside's house. Tracy turned into a 
small neighborhood park and opened the door.

"Everyone out. This is your starting point. We've measured it, and it's exactly 
three miles from here to the sorority."

As the pledges huddled next to each other in terror, Tracy handed Lisa a cell 
phone.

"If you get in trouble, just hit the speed dial. But if you hit that speed dial and we 
have to come get you, you'll fail the exercise, you'll get your butts whipped, and 
you'll have to do it all over again tomorrow night. Don't forget; tomorrow's 
Monday and there will be a bunch more people out on the streets. So, you might 
as well save yourselves the trouble and do it right the first time."

Y…yes, ma'am."

"If you go straight down this street, you'll end up by the duck pond next to the 
parking lot behind Huntington Hall. From there you'll need to get to the main 
library. Sergeant-at-Arms Heather will be waiting for you in the courtyard. 
Whatever route you take to get there, you'll have to run past her and make sure 
she sees you and gets your picture. The pictures will be important, because that'll 
be our proof you didn't try to cheat. Once you get to the academic buildings area 
you'll need to be very careful to avoid Campus Security. Don't forget they're on 
bicycles, so they can move pretty fast. If you're chased, it won't do you any good 
to split up, because all of you have to complete the run as a group. You're 
working as a team. If someone doesn't make it, you all fail."

The pledges were silent, even Lisa. This was going to be very, very risky. Tracy 
continued:

"Once you get through the old part of the campus you'll have to cross a couple of 
busy streets. I'd suggest you stay on campus as long as you can and run parallel 
until you get to Pageant Street. Don't cross at the light; try to use the crosswalk 
instead. Then cut straight across and run like hell to the sorority. If you move fast 
enough the city cops won't get you."

Tracy and Heather got back into the van. Tracy backed out as Heather called out 
the window:

"Have fun! I'll see you at the library, with my camera!"

The van pulled away, leaving the pledges stranded. Now their only choices were 
get back to the sorority or face getting arrested. The others immediately took off, 
but Lisa snapped:

"WAIT!"

As her panicky companions stopped, Lisa called them back into the shadows 
behind a some bushes.

"Look, you just can't go running off! Do you even know what route we're 
taking?"

Bernadette responded in an exasperated, panicky voice:

"Yeah, we're going to the duck pond and then running to the library."

"Right across the quad, with a bunch of people running around? I don't think so! 
There's a back route, a paved nature path that's hidden right up until you get to 
the library. That's the way we're going! We're hitting the duck pond, but then 
we'll be turning right. We won't need to cross the quad at all! That's the first part. 
You guys OK with that?"

"Yes!"

"We'll have to get off the path to get to Heather. Once she gets our picture, we go 
right back on. That path continues to the Student Center. Yes, once we get to the 
Student Center we'll have to run in the open, but that's only gonna be for the last 
mile."

Lisa's companions nervously nodded.

"Now, here's another problem. Who isn't used to running three miles non-stop?"

Cherine and Bernadette raised their hands.

"Then we're gonna have to walk part of the way. This'll sound crazy, but we're 
gonna have to walk that stretch of path between the duck pond and the library. If 
we don't, you'll be winded right when we leave the campus, and that's when 
we're gonna have run the fastest."

"Walk on a back trail? At night? In the nude? Are you out of your mind?"

"It's what we're gonna have to do. Either we walk the trail or you'll be puking on 
Pageant Street. Heather will bitch us out for being late getting to her, but that's 
my plan. If there's no one on the trail after the library, we're walking a bit more 
and saving our breath for the final part. I'm not worried about the trail. There's 
four of us, and anyhow it'll keep us away from the academic buildings. From the 
Student Center we run straight through Old Campus and we're not stopping until 
we get to the sorority. I want you guys rested for that final part."

"And we're walking?"

"Why do you think they're giving us an hour? There's no way we can run straight 
across campus and they know that. If any of you has a better idea, I'd love to hear 
it."

No one spoke up.

"A final thing. If we get separated we'll meet up behind the big pine tree near the 
Pageant Street crosswalk. If you lose the rest of us, don't panic, just head to the 
pine tree and wait."

The other three pledges calmed down considerably. Now they had a workable 
plan other than simply trying to run three miles non-stop across campus. Lisa's 
route ensured that as few people at the university as possible would see them and 
minimize the chance of being caught by Campus Security. There was a back-up 
plan for anyone who got separated. The pledges realized that if they stayed calm 
and stuck to Lisa's strategy, in an hour they would be back at the sorority house 
laughing about their experience.

"OK, it's show-time! First stop, the duck pond!"

The pledges ran along the sidewalk at full speed past the quiet houses. It seemed 
that every dog in the neighborhood was barking at them, but fortunately the 
streets were deserted. In an eight-block stretch only once did a car go past. The 
pledges jumped behind a hedge to let it go by. They scrambled back onto the 
sidewalk when the porch light went on and continued running.

The four women crouched near the intersection leading back on campus. Traffic 
was fairly light, which gave Lisa an idea. They would not try crossing at the red 
light when the drivers were stopped, would have a good look at them, and 
possibly have time to call the police. Instead they would cross when the light was 
green and not give their spectators a chance to react. Hopefully no one would get 
hit and there would be no accidents, but the point was to cross quickly with as 
little warning as possible.

As they huddled in the darkness, Lisa got behind the others and looked for a gap 
in the traffic:

"GO!"

Four naked young women ran across the wide street in front of several very 
astonished drivers. One driver swerved and another beeped, but they made it 
across without incident and disappeared into the dubious safety of the duck pond 
area. Lisa led her companions to a stand of trees and the entrance to a path that 
would have been invisible had she not known it was there. Their hearts were 
pounding as they stood in the darkness.

"OK, in we go!"

The women shook with tension and tried to catch their breath as their eyes tried to 
adjust to the dark wooded area. Lisa had another observation that did not put the 
others at ease at all:

"I know that Campus Security patrols along here. If they come through and we 
see them in time, we jump into the bushes. If they catch us, I'll just try to reason 
with them. Don't any of you say anything if that happens. Let me do the talking."

For the next 15 minutes the women walked in the darkness, following the same 
path Lisa's friends Jason and Ken followed the previous fall when they went 
streaking after losing that card game. They walked at a fast pace, but Lisa warned 
them not to try to run.

"After we get to the library there'll be plenty of running."

After spending what seemed an eternity walking the women saw lights shining 
between the trees. They had made the halfway point, when they would have to go 
out into the lit courtyard, get their picture taken, and then hopefully retreat back to 
the trail. 

Lisa drew a deep breath and led her companions running into the courtyard where 
Heather was waiting for them. To the pledges horror it turned out she wasn't 
alone. Almost every member of the Tri-Alpha Fraternity was with her. Each one 
of those guys was cheering and had a camera.

The pledges reluctantly ran up to Heather as the cameras flashed wildly. She 
admonished them: 

"Too slow, ladies, too slow! You'd better pick up the pace if you don't want to be 
doing this again tomorrow night!"

"Ma'am, have you seen Campus Security?"

"Don't worry about them, Pledge."

"But…"

"I said, don't worry about them…" she pointed at two guys in uniform on 
bicycles: "…now move your asses!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Knowing that Campus Security was in on the adventure put Lisa at ease and 
changed her plans. Instead of going back on the trail, the pledges would jog 
straight across the academic area towards the Pageant Street crossing. The only 
hard part would be the final stretch through three blocks of shops and then 
running past the houses along Fraternity Row.

Knowing that there was no danger until they left campus, the pledges jogged at a 
leisurely pace and actually began enjoying themselves. The night air felt good as 
it blew against their naked bodies. The academic area was almost completely 
deserted and very peaceful. Of course, whenever they did run past someone their 
spectator either stared at them with disbelief or clapped and whistled.

Lisa glanced at the Economics Building as the pledges ran by. For once the light 
in Burnside's office wasn't on, which led Lisa to wonder what she was doing to 
Mark and those other two guys. She pushed that thought aside as the group 
continued past the Student Memorial Center and crossed the guest parking lot. 
That short cut put them on the sidewalk near the dreaded crosswalk. The pledges 
stopped to catch their breath under Lisa's pine tree as they worked up the courage 
to run across the street. Now came the hard part, the final stretch to the sorority 
house. 

Lisa glanced at her cell phone. They had only eight minutes to make it. Shit!

As soon as she saw a break in the traffic she shouted: "Let's go! As fast as you 
can, after me!"

Lisa and her companions ran across Pageant Street. Once again she heard several 
beeps and a couple of screeching tires. She couldn't worry about that. Once the 
pledges made it across they ran past three blocks of student stores, bars, and pizza 
places. Unfortunately some of the pizza places were open and the students sitting 
outside were treated to the spectacle of four panicky naked women running by.

Lisa kept glancing back at her companions. The awful detail was that she realized 
she had miscalculated the time it would take them to cross campus. She was the 
only one who knew that, even running at full pace, they would be very lucky to 
make it before the time ran out. Cherine and Kathleen seemed to be doing OK, 
but Bernadette already was winded. Lisa shouted:

"Kathleen, get out front and set the pace!"

As soon as Kathleen moved to the front of the group Lisa dropped back to run 
alongside Bernadette. 

"Move…move…move!"

She started landing hard slaps on Bernadette's sweaty bottom to get her to run 
faster.

"Ow! Stop it!"

SLAP!

"Then move!"

SMACK!

"MOVE!"

SMACK!

"Ow!"

Just as the women exited the shopping area a flash went off in their faces. Another 
Tri-Alpha member had taken their picture to document their passage through the 
business district.

Now for Fraternity Row. This was going to be hard, because there were plenty of 
guys out and about. As soon as the naked pledges came into sight, the street was 
filled with clapping, cheering, and whistles. Guys came running out the houses to 
catch a glimpse of the Four-Beta pledges as they ran by. Plenty of them had 
cameras.

The pledges were panic-stricken as they made their final dash to the sorority. As 
the noise and flashing got worse, the only thought on their minds was 
"run…run…run". Lisa no longer had to smack Bernadette to get her to run faster; 
she was doing just fine on fear and adrenaline. 

The pledges left their cheering audience, ran past a block of older houses, and 
finally closed in on Sorority Row. At last the sanctuary of the Four-Beta house 
was in sight. However, the pledges had to endure the final indignity of running 
past the members of rival sororities and listen to their sarcastic clapping and 
cheering.

Finally the Four-Beta House. Of course, the entire sorority was standing outside 
on the front lawn, and every last one of them had a camera. The pledges' 
approach and entry into the house was thoroughly documented by multiple 
photographers.

Tracy was waiting in the sitting room with a stopwatch. She announced the 
pledges had made it with only 15 seconds to spare. 

Lisa nearly fainted. Just 15 seconds to spare. Had they missed the deadline it 
would have been her fault, because had been her idea to walk the trail. 

However, she looked over at Bernadette, who was bent over with her hands on her 
knees. She was coughing, gagging, and horribly winded. Bernadette almost didn't 
make it. Had Lisa not forced her to save her strength and then pushed her at the 
end, she would not have made it. Lisa could feel good about that. It had been a 
very close call, but because of her, everyone in her group had passed the three-
mile streaking test on the first try.

Once again, Pledge Mistress Tracy looked at her pledges, and especially their 
leader, with deep satisfaction. 
 
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The pledges slept soundly that night. They were as exhausted as a person could 
be, considering they had spent most of the weekend cleaning, Sunday afternoon 
and evening at Burnside's house, and finally, to conclude that traumatic day, a 
very stressful hour running across the university in the nude. Even after they were 
finished with the run, Tracy insisted on a post-run stretch and a few minutes in the 
pool to relax their muscles. They had to clean up after the pool and drink a bunch 
of water to stay hydrated. Finally, well after midnight, the four women collapsed 
onto their cots. They went to sleep immediately. By the end of their first week 
they had become used to sleeping uncovered. 
 
The fact several hundred pictures had been taken of Lisa and her companions that 
night and were sure to circulate on the Internet barely registered in their minds. 
One reason was the pledges were too tired to be worried about their very public 
performance. However there was a second, and much more important reason. The 
pledges were changing, because a week of living in the nude already had greatly 
reduced their personal inhibitions.

