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 22 - The scavenger hunt

A few minutes later Tracy turned the pledges over to a sophomore from the 
fraternity, who in turn escorted the women back to the Four-Beta house. The sight 
that greeted Lisa and her companions was not re-assuring. The sorority’s 
members were dressed in formal clothing and all were carrying cameras. 
Obviously the scavenger hunt was going to be a serious matter.

The pledges stripped off their uniforms and knelt in front of President Alexandra. 
The sorority president told them essentially the same thing Tracy had told them, 
that they would be looking for the contents of two separate lists: campus 
landmarks and retrievable items. There were 50 items on each list, for 100 total. 
The contest would end if one side found every item on both lists. If neither side 
managed to complete their lists by 5:00 a.m., the team that had retrieved the most 
items would be declared the winner.

Either way, the losing team faced a very humiliating experience the following 
afternoon, a public punishment from the Sergeant-at-Arms of the winning side. 
On Monday after dinner, the losers would be handcuffed and publicly marched 
over to the house of the winning side. Upon entering the house the losers would 
be stripped and caned, one cane stroke for each item not retrieved from the 
group’s list. The punishments would be photographed and videotaped, and copies 
made available to anyone who wanted them. The losing pledges would remain in 
servitude in the winners’ house until the cane marks disappeared from their 
bodies, which possibly would take as much as a week. The servitude would 
include some sexual favors, such as submitting to being touched and 
photographed, and giving physical favors such as foot rubs and erotic massages. 

Lisa and her companions trembled upon hearing the contest conditions for the 
losers. No wonder Tracy had taken getting them ready so seriously. President 
Alexandra suddenly shouted:

“PLEDGES! STAND UP!”

She handed Lisa a digital camera, and told her to take a picture of the other three 
pledges. Lisa fumbled with the camera for a few seconds as she figured out how it 
worked, and finally took the picture. The president continued:

“OK, now you know how this camera works. It has a new video card and 
batteries, so there shouldn’t be any problems with it. One rule about the pictures. 
For the pictures to count, you must have at least one member of your group in 
each shot, to prove you were at that location. Full body shots, ladies, ‘cause we’re 
not allowing any modesty, and I expect you to take turns posing. The shot doesn’t 
count if it’s not of your entire body.”

With that Alexandra ordered the pledges to go out the front door. They cringed at 
the thought of walking naked through fraternity row and the Pageant Street 
businesses at a time plenty of people were still out and about, but to that problem 
the sorority had a solution. The members lined up around the pledges, forming a 
human curtain to shield the four naked women in the center. Two sophomores 
carrying flashlights and stop signs moved out in front of the formation. 

With that a tight rectangle of well-dressed women marched down Sorority Row, 
completely concealing the four naked contestants. The two sophomores jumped 
into each intersection with their stop signs to halt traffic and make sure the 
women could cross without breaking formation. The women marched right down 
the center of Fraternity Row and were joined by the Tri-Alphas, who were using 
the same formation to shield their pledges. As the two marching groups moved 
down Pageant Street, they began singing the official songs of the fraternity and 
sorority in front of dozens of bewildered pedestrians and bar patrons. The 
concealment ended as soon as Tri-Alphas and Four-Betas had crossed the street 
separating the Pageant Street businesses from Old Campus. The two formations 
stopped, the marchers in the front stepped aside to let the pledges pass, and the 
two presidents ordered the aspiring members to move into the open.

The four women and five men (one of the male pledges already had quit) walked 
in single file towards the Alumni Club and the judges’ table. Sitting at the table 
with checklists and laptops were two seniors from the sorority and two seniors 
from the fraternity. The nine contestants knelt in front of the judges as several 
cameras flashed at them. The fraternity and sorority members circled around the 
table and positioned themselves so everyone could watch what was going on. 

Lisa glanced at the male pledges, noticing they appeared to be exhausted. She 
wondered how much sleep they had been able to get over the weekend and what, 
if anything, they had done to prepare themselves for the scavenger hunt.

Holding a megaphone, President Alexandra addressed the entire group, while the 
pledges nervously waited on their knees. She repeated the rules of the hunt, 
emphasizing the high stakes for both the contestants and for determining who 
would go naked at the “Skins and Shirts” ball. She added that the spectators from 
neither side could do anything to impede the contestants from the other side, but 
that everyone was free to observe the hunt and take as many pictures as they 
wanted. She concluded by shouting:

“PLEDGES! STAND UP!”

With that one of the judges stepped forward with four tightly typed sheets of 
paper. He told Ken to pick one sheet, and then Bernadette to pick another. On one 
side was the list of places that needed to be photographed, and on the other side 
were the items that needed to be picked up and returned to the judges’ table.

“OK, that’s it! Go find your stuff!”

The two groups stepped away from the judges and consulted their lists. It was 
obvious that the males and females were going to employ totally different 
strategies, because the males divided up what was on their list and ran off in 
different directions, apparently forgetting that there was only on digital camera for 
the entire group. The women, mindful of their Pledge Mistress’s admonition to 
stay together, did not even consider splitting up.

Bernadette read:

“Item 1 – Three rose bushes, one of them dead, next to a large lilac bush under a 
large window with 18 windowpanes.”

Cherine immediate blurted out: “I know! The old theater! It’s got those big 
windows and lilac bushes!”

“OK, let’s check it out!”

The women dashed across the lawn and sure enough, the old theater building had 
18-pane windows and was surrounded by lilac bushes. A quick circle around the 
building revealed the dead rose bush. Lisa held up the camera:

“OK, Cherine, you found it, so you get the honor!”

Cherine proudly posed next to the dead rose bush, while Lisa was careful to 
include the other details listed in Item 1. Bernadette read:

“Item 2 – A freshly-painted cement staircase next to three newspaper dispensers 
and a vandalized bicycle rack!”

Lisa smiled. “I ought to know that one! That’s the back entrance to the Econ 
Building!”

“OK, Let’s go!”

Less than a minute later the group had their second picture, Lisa standing next to 
the bicycle rack.

“Item 3 – An anti-Mega-Town Associates poster and a Danubian national flag. A 
Danubian flag. Anyone know what’d that look like?”

“It’d be a blue flag with a yellow griffin on it. Kind of medieval-looking,” 
interjected Lisa.

Kathleen excitedly raised her hand: “I know! I think there’s a flag like that at the 
Economic Justice Forum in the Student Center! And I remember seeing 
something there about Mega-Town!”

“Alright, let’s go check it out!”

A minute later the camera’s flash went off again, this time documenting 
Kathleen’s body in front of a window displaying a Danubian flag. The Danubian 
Duchy’s national flag was rapidly becoming a symbol for everyone who hated the 
largest corporation in the U.S., which was why the Economic Justice Forum had 
one on display in its office.

The Four-Beta pledges quickly and calmly progressed through their list of 
pictures, vindicating Tracy’s preparation and advice to stick together. It seemed 
that there was someone in the group who knew where each item was. Within two 
hours Lisa’s camera had 50 pictures stored on its memory card; each photo 
portraying a member of the group posing in front of one of the places on the list. 
The women actually began having some fun with their assignment, enjoying the 
cool night air and the daring feeling of running into various university buildings 
completely naked. It was true that they had to deal with constantly running past 
dozens of male and female spectators, but most of the people watching were 
members of the sorority and fraternity or friends, and thus no one was making fun 
of them or yelling catcalls. During the entire time Campus Security was nowhere 
in sight, given the on-going action at the other end of the university in the dorm 
area.

Lisa caught only a few glimpses of the guys. They were clearly in deep trouble, 
partly because they had not tried to memorize Old Campus, and partly because 
they were not working together. Instead each Tri-Alpha pledge had taken 10 items 
off the list and was trying to find them himself. The only member of the male 
group who was even close to finding his 10 items was Ken, who already was 
familiar with Old Campus from having been a student the year before. The others 
were hopelessly lost.

Lisa took a breath and decided to take a slight risk. She decided not to turn in the 
50 pictures to the judges until her group already had begun collecting the items 
from the other side of the list. The pledges went straight to the library, where they 
had to retrieve a total of 20 titles from the bookshelves. They slipped in through a 
side entrance, let in by Stacy, the library employee. Standing next to Stacy was a 
sophomore from the Tri-Alphas, to make sure Stacy did not do anything to tilt the 
library portion of the contest in favor of the female pledges. There was no concern 
that the group would be charged with stealing books, because Alexandra and the 
Tri-Alpha president had previously checked them out and then re-shelved them.

Lisa had a question:

“Have any of the Triple-A’s been in here yet?”

“Only Ken. He got five books off the list and just left. I haven’t seen any of the 
others.”

Holy crap! This really was going to be a disaster for the guys!

The four naked women scrambled about the library with maps, calmly finding and 
grabbing the required books. They even had time to stop for a bathroom break and 
to drink some water. After about 30 minutes all 20 titles were in the group’s 
possession. Lisa handed her camera and the list to Cherine, while she, Kathleen, 
and Bernadette split the books between them and carried them out of the building.

The judges looked at the Four-Betas in amazement when they approached the 
table. After just three hours, the women already had found 70 of the 100 items on 
their list. Following Tracy’s advice, Lisa carefully watched while the judges 
downloaded the 50 pictures from the camera’s video card.

Lisa had set aside the remaining 30 items because they were the most difficult and 
none close to any of the others. True to Tracy’s word, one of the items they 
needed to retrieve was a toilet seat from the men’s bathroom of the Economics 
Building. That particular item was somewhat time consuming, because to get the 
toilet seat off the toilet the pledges had to either find or improvise a screwdriver. 
They wasted nearly 30 minutes before Kathleen suddenly remembered that the 
janitor’s closet in the library near the door where Stacy had let them in was open. 
Maybe there were tools in there?

The four women frantically ran back to the library, and sure enough, the janitor’s 
closet was open and contained a toolbox. Lisa suddenly realized the closet was 
part of the contest, that it deliberately had been left open as a resource for either 
side who needed tools to retrieve their items. She wondered if the guys had 
figured that out yet. Probably not.

With a screwdriver and wrench in hand, the women returned to the Economics 
Building to retrieve their toilet seat. Kathleen triumphantly held it up while the 
others laughed and Bernadette took a picture. Then Cherine shocked the group by 
standing at one of the urinals and pretending to piss. Bernadette took a picture of 
her before Lisa chased the group out of the bathroom. Her humor had 
deteriorated. In spite of the moment of levity, she was somewhat less confident 
about winning the scavenger hunt after the toilet seat retrieval, worried that a 
single item had taken up 30 minutes of their time.

Items collected over the next hour included several campus fliers and publications 
from the Student Memorial Center, a cat-tail from the pond behind the Alumni 
Clubhouse, a white stone from the rock garden near the Old Theater, and a 50-
pound weight from the Fitness Center. Carrying the weight across Old Campus 
was a very unpleasant task, because it had to be carried by two of the pledges at a 
time. The task was especially hard for Lisa because she was so much taller than 
her three companions. Whenever she took her turn helping with the heavy disk 
she had to bend down to avoid pushing the majority of its weight onto her 
companion.

Once the weight was dropped off Lisa’s group only had nine items to go, and it 
was not even 2:00 in the morning. She glanced at the collection of items retrieved 
by the guys. They were not even close. She wondered if they even had all of their 
pictures taken yet.

The final nine items included a light fixture cover from the ballroom of the 
Student Memorial Center and a ceiling panel from the main dining facility. Both 
items required using a ladder, which entailed a frantic dash back to the library and 
the janitor’s closet. The pledges made a very amusing sight as they ran back to the 
Student Center carrying a ladder in the dark while completely naked. Once the 
ceiling panel was passed down, the pledges folded the ladder to carry back to the 
library. At that moment Ken came into the dining area with a totally desperate 
look on his face.

“Lisa, please…where did you get that ladder?”

“You haven’t figured it out?”

“No! And I gotta get one of those ceiling panels!”

Bernadette interjected: “Well, that’s tough shit, isn’t it? If you jerks are too stupid 
to figure out where the ladders are, why should we help you?”

Lisa felt somewhat differently. She had no intention of telling Ken about the 
janitor closet, but saw no harm in letting him borrow the ladder to get his ceiling 
panel. After profusely thanking her, Ken climbed up to get his panel. Bernadette 
snapped:

“What’d you do that for? You want us to lose?”

“Look, they’re not gonna win. Really, what difference does one item make?”

As Ken got down from the ladder with his ceiling panel, Lisa was curious:

“So how many things have you collected so far?”

“All of us?”

“Yeah, all of you. What do you have?”

“I think our last count was 37. This panel will make it 38, unless someone’s 
gotten something that I haven’t seen yet.”

“Thirty-eight items? In five hours you’ve just gotten 38 items? What the fuck are 
you doing?”

The tone in Ken’s voice reflected his resignation to his group’s impending defeat: 
“I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing. We’re just running around. Anyhow, 
thanks for the ladder. By the way, how many items do you guys have?”

“I think the ceiling panel makes it…” Lisa checked the list, “…97. We’ve got 
three to go.”

Ken’s face turned white. At this rate the males were facing a punishment of more 
than 60 cane strokes each, delivered by none other than Four-Beta Sergeant-at-
Arms Heather.

By 3:30 the Four-Beta pledges had everything on their list. The final item was a 
detachable microphone from a speaker’s podium in the Student Center. The 
women were en route to the judges when Bernadette announced that she needed 
to use the bathroom. The closest one was in the Economics Building. While the 
three freshmen went into the bathroom Lisa remained out in the hallway, twirling 
the microphone that would be the winning item. At that moment Ken rushed by. 
He was just about to go into the women’s bathroom to retrieve a toilet seat when 
Lisa told him that he had to wait until her companions came out. As he stood 
nervously waiting, Lisa felt sorry for him. He seemed to have done relatively well 
with his portion of the search, but his incompetent companions had found very 
few of the items assigned to them. Because of their stupidity he would suffer 
horribly later that night.

At that moment Lisa realized that she really was in no mood to watch Ken and his 
companions receive 60 cane strokes. She still had every intention of winning, but 
did not see what good it would do anyone to have Ken and his group punished so 
severely. What she wished was that the tally could have been much closer. She 
wished that, because in spite of everything, she still deeply cared for Ken and did 
not want to see him and his group so thoroughly defeated. She wanted a victory, 
not a blow-out.

Lisa made a significant decision. She decided to give the guys an extra hour to 
find more items, so the final tally would not be so lop-sided. Really, wouldn’t 
watching them get 20 or 30 strokes from the cane be better than having to sit 
through 60? She held up the microphone.

“You know what this is?”

“A microphone?”

“It’s our last item. Once we turn this in the contest will be over.”

Ken sighed. Lisa took a deep breath and continued:

“I’m gonna tell you what you did wrong, and then give you a chance to fix some 
of it. You shouldn’t have split up, especially for the picture-taking portion of the 
hunt. For that type of thing you’ve got to put your heads together, and instead 
you’re all running off in separate directions. Now go find your group and tell 
them you’ve got an hour to get what’s left of your pictures.”

“But, I thought you’re gonna…”

“We’re gonna win. There’s no doubt about that because I’m not letting you get 
your toilet seat. Anyhow you’d need a screwdriver to do it, and I’m gonna guess 
you didn’t notice the toolbox in the janitor’s closet where Stacy’s standing in the 
library…” Ken closed his eyes and groaned, “…but anyhow don’t worry about it 
because I’m not letting you have the toilet seat. What I am gonna let you have is 
the rest of your pictures. I’m giving you an hour and I’ll give you one clue. If 
you’re looking for windows with 18 panes, the only building that’s got ‘em is the 
old theater.”

Ken was quiet for a moment. Finally he asked:

“How come you’re letting us…”

“Because I don’t want to sit up all night tonight watching your butts get 
demolished. I want to win, but I don’t want to totally slaughter you. Now move 
your ass and go find the others. I’m giving you an hour before I turn in the 
microphone.”

Ken took off to find the group-mate that currently was using the camera. At that 
moment, Lisa’s three companions came out of the bathroom, assuming they 
would continue their trek to the judges’ table. Instead, Lisa directed them into the 
outer portion of Burnside’s office and explained what was happening. The other 
three vehemently objected, shocking Lisa by angrily demanding that the group 
return to the judges immediately. The most forceful objection came from 
Kathleen:

“Yes, those guys are gonna get humiliated and that’s what I want! I wanna totally 
slaughter them! And I do wanna see the shit get beat out of them! Fuck giving 
them an hour! We’ve busted our asses to win, and you just want to give it away! 
Fuck that! No way!”

Cherine interjected: “You think they’d do the same thing for us? I don’t think 
so…”

Bernadette added: “It’s three against one, Lisa. The deal you made with them is 
canceled. We’re going back, now.”

To that Lisa countered: “Before we go back, I want you to think about something. 
We’re gonna be seeing those guys for the next four years. Four years! We’re 
gonna be going to dances with ‘em, raising money with ‘em, doing all kinds of 
events and trips with ‘em. How we treat them when they’re down is something 
they’re gonna remember. If we cut them some slack now, maybe, when they’re in 
our shoes and we’re in theirs, they’ll do the same for us. Think real careful about 
what you’re planning to do, because this is our chance to either make five friends, 
or make five enemies. As for me, I’d prefer to have five friends.”

Before her companions had a chance to object, Lisa continued:

“Also, maybe the scavenger hunt isn’t the only test tonight. Maybe they’re also 
seeing how the winners treat the losers. You ever think about that?”

The three freshmen stood quietly. It was Bernadette who gave in first.

“Alright. An hour. So what are we gonna do in the meantime?”

“There’s two sofas in here, so you and Cherine can take a nap. I’ll get you up in 
an hour.”

“And you?”

“We are gonna win. It’s just that I don’t want a blow-out. Just to make sure, I’m 
going back to the bathroom and make sure no one takes off with the toilet seat.”

The promise of an hour of sleep shifted Cherine’s opinion in favor of Lisa’s 
proposal. She promptly settled on one of the sofas and prepared to nap. Being 
uncovered in the office didn’t bother her, given that she had become used to 
sleeping uncovered on her cot. The sofa was considerably more comfortable and 
the rest welcome. Bernadette settled on the other sofa and promptly closed her 
eyes.

Lisa went back down the hallway, with Kathleen forlornly trailing behind her. 
Kathleen still wanted to return to the judges’ table immediately. She would have 
been quite happy to see five males get 60 cane strokes each. The women had 
worked hard to find their items and part of the reward should have been enjoying 
the very public flogging of the losers. She would have been perfectly content had 
the punishment been 90 cane strokes instead of 60, happier still to see the 
backsides of the males completely torn open and blood running down their legs. 
She hated young men, all young men, and for her to not take advantage of an 
opportunity to inflict suffering on young men was an abomination.

Kathleen suspected that she could not discuss her vehement hatred of men with 
Lisa, because it was obvious that Lisa did not hold any general grudge against 
them. She had enjoyed two relatively stable relationships with men before 
hooking up with Kathleen and could relate to them with no problem. Kathleen felt 
betrayed by Lisa, but couldn’t figure out how to express why she felt she had been 
betrayed. 

Lisa understood more of what was going on in Kathleen’s mind than her lover 
realized. She also understood that an opportunity had presented itself to get 
Kathleen to talk about her feelings. The two women returned to the bathroom and 
Lisa tried to hug Kathleen. At first Kathleen pushed her away, but finally she fell 
into Lisa’s arms and hugged her, in spite of her on-going anger over her leniency 
towards the males.

Lisa leaned against a wall and allowed Kathleen to rest against her. She decided 
to break the silence by talking a bit about Ken and trying to explain why he really 
wasn’t so bad. Lisa’s purpose was to portray her former boyfriend as a confused 
human being, in reality struggling with many of the same issues that Lisa and 
Kathleen were struggling with. She tried to get Kathleen to sympathize with the 
guys, who were terrified at the prospect of losing the scavenger hunt so badly. 
Kathleen didn’t respond, but she didn’t argue either, which Lisa took as a good 
sign.

Lisa abruptly changed the subject and asked Kathleen a question to which she 
already knew the answer. She casually inquired what Kathleen thought about the 
guys in her high school and what her social life had been like. Kathleen kept her 
head pressed against Lisa’s chest. She heard her lover sniff loudly, and then felt a 
warm drop running down her skin.

“Everyone hated me. They all laughed at me. I mean, I tried…I really tried to get 
them to like me…I mean…I did what they wanted…I always did what they 
wanted, but all they ever did was make fun of me.”

“The guys?”

“Everyone. I mean…even after I gave ‘em what they wanted…”

“You mean sex…”

“Yeah…”

“Kathleen, you don’t just give that away. You gotta make ‘em earn it. You gotta 
make ‘em beg you for it. That way, you’re in control, not them. That’s where 
things went wrong for you. You made it too easy. A guy only appreciates what he 
has to fight for.”

“The girls hated me too. And I hate them. I hate them all.”

“But you were trying to make them like you…”

“I guess. I mean…I wanted someone to like me, at least someone…and I tried…”

“If you want to make friends, you can’t ‘try’. It just doesn’t work, because people 
can smell your desperation. And I know, when you’re lonely, it’s hard not to try. 
But the more you need someone else, the more they’re gonna push you away. It’s 
kind of a cycle, I guess. You get used to thinking a certain way, even though what 
you’re doing has the exact opposite effect of what you want. I ‘spose the more 
desperate you get, the harder it is to just let it go. That’s what you should’ve done, 
let it go, and tell them to go fuck themselves. But you couldn’t, could you?”

“No. I’d get home…and I’d clean myself up…and I kept promising myself I 
wouldn’t let it happen again…but it always did…”

“Clean yourself up?”

“Yeah.”

“You mean, like, get the cum off yourself?”

“Yeah…I mean…one time I went out…and the guy I was with…he like…took 
me to this park… And he told me to suck on him…right there in the parking 
lot…and I was totally scared that someone would see us…and he came…but he 
pulled out and came all over my face…and then he stood there laughing at me…I 
started to cry, and he just left me there and drove off. I had to walk…I had to walk 
an hour…I couldn’t take the bus…cause I was all covered with cum…and I 
couldn’t let anyone see me…and I hate it. And I hate them…That’s what the guys 
did to me…That’s why…”

For a long time the two women were silent, Kathleen’s arms still firmly wrapped 
around Lisa. Finally Lisa broke the silence.

“Kathleen, has it ever occurred to you that maybe some of the guys went through 
the same thing, or something similar to what you had to put up with? They take a 
girl out, spend their money on her, and then after a few months she ‘just wants to 
be friends’. And they do it over and over, take a girl out, then they get told that 
they are a ‘really sweet guy and a great friend’, and then off goes the girl with 
some arrogant abusive scumbag? And the guy keeps wondering: what’s wrong 
with him? My high school boyfriend (his name was Mike) had a friend who that 
kept happening to. He was always ‘the nice guy’ and ‘the great friend’, but none 
of the girls wanted to go out with him. And you know what he did?”

“What?”

“It finally got to him on Prom Night, when he couldn’t get anyone to go with him 
to the dance. He had enough of being all the girls’ ‘good friend’. So at sunset, he 
drove out to the coast, all dressed up in a tux, and jumped off a cliff. And you 
know what? The girls couldn’t understand why he did it, ‘cause they all said he 
was ‘such a great guy’. And the counselors came around trying to tell us that it 
wasn’t their fault. And I said, yes, it was your fault, because if you had treated 
him decently, and if one of you had the courtesy to do something else besides take 
his money and tell him ‘what a great friend he is’ and then go run off sucking the 
cocks of the football players, he’d still be alive. I made ‘em cry quite a bit, but I 
doubt it changed anything.”

“…what’d the school say?”

“I got suspended ‘cause I pissed off the counselors. My mom had to file a petition 
so I could take my final exams and graduate. The whole thing pissed me off, 
which is one of the reasons I came to Chicago. Deep down I was relieved that the 
California colleges wouldn’t take me and Mike, ‘cause I really wanted to get 
away from Santa Cruz. But the point is, you’re not the only one. And it doesn’t 
just happen to women.”

There was another long silence. Finally Kathleen noted: “I didn’t go to Prom 
either. I got stood up.”

“But you didn’t jump off a cliff, did you?”

“I wanted to. And my dad knew what I was thinking. He wouldn’t let me out of 
his sight until I started college, because he knew…and that’s why he insisted I 
start at the beginning of the June instead of September, ‘cause he didn’t want me 
sitting at home all summer…”

“And he wasn’t worried about you pledging the Four-Betas?”

“He actually wanted me to pledge a sorority. Thought it would be good for me.”

“So, you’re here because of your dad?”

“Sort of.”

“Are you glad about that?”

Kathleen looked up at Lisa with teary eyes:

“I’m with you, aren’t I? Of course I’m happy.”

Lisa forced herself to smile and let Kathleen kiss her. Lisa’s heart pounded as 
Kathleen pressed into her body, hugging her tightly. Kathleen’s next words did 
nothing to set Lisa’s mind at ease.

“I love you. I really love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. You 
know that, right?”

“Yes, of course I do.”

“And you love me?”

“You know I do.”

“I need to hear it. I need you to say it.”

“I love you, Kathleen.”

Kathleen hugged even harder, as Lisa’s heart continued to pound. She was very 
frightened by the intensity of the desperate young woman in her arms. She did 
love Kathleen, sort of, but it wasn’t that simple. With Lisa nothing was simple, 
certainly nothing having to do with her emotions. 

As Kathleen continued to cuddle against her, Lisa pondered how best to handle 
her situation. The thought of trying to break off the relationship never crossed her 
mind, because the truth was she did care for Kathleen and wanted to play a 
positive role in her life. Lisa accepted that it was quite possible that she and her 
lover would have a serious relationship for a very long time, possibly for the rest 
of their lives. What Lisa wanted, however, was to be in charge of that relationship 
and make sure it did not restrict her pursuit of other goals in her life, especially 
possible relationships with men and her various sexual fantasies. She would have 
to make her lover understand that she was indeed willing to give her a lifetime of 
commitment and support, but that commitment would have to be on Lisa’s terms, 
not Kathleen’s.

At a moment when Kathleen was vulnerable and scared of losing her, Lisa 
realized that she had a good opportunity to shape the relationship to better suit her 
own needs. She reached down and began massaging the girl’s thin bottom. 
Kathleen’s body responded immediately. Lisa was silent for another moment as 
she continued to gently explore her lover’s backside and contemplated how to 
best phrase what she wanted to say about the future of the relationship.

“I love you,” she finally repeated. “…and I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure that 
no one ever hurts you again. Anyone ever who tries to hurt you will have to deal 
with me. But I’ll need you to promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“If I’m gonna take care of you, I need you to accept that you belong to me. You 
understand that, right?”

“I belong to you. Of course.”

“I will guide you, and I’ll give you a sense of direction. But to do that, you’ll need 
to let me take charge of your life. When I tell you to do something, I’ll expect you 
to obey me, because I’ll always have my reasons. You OK with that?”

“Yes.”

“I won’t ever do anything to deliberately hurt you, but sometimes I’ll need to be a 
bit firm with you. Someday I might have to discipline you, if you ever misbehave. 
If that happens, I’ll make sure you understand why, and I’ll only do it because I 
love you. But if you belong to me, and you love me, you’ll have to obey me. I 
can’t have it any other way.”

“Of course, Lisa. Of course I’ll obey you.”

“And accept the consequences if you don’t?”

“Yes, Lisa. I’ll do what you tell me. I promise.”

The two women sealed their agreement with a passionate kiss. Lisa grabbed 
Kathleen’s bare bottom and squeezed with both hands. That bottom now belonged 
to Lisa, along with the rest of Kathleen’s body and soul. Lisa was hugely relieved. 
With just a few words, she had taken control of her lover’s life and would be the 
one determining the course of their relationship.

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A few minutes later Ken and the other four males sheepishly entered the 
Economics Building. Lisa heard them coming down the hallway and stepped out 
of the bathroom to greet them. Ken showed Lisa the group’s list; they had 
completed the 50 pictures on the sheet and retrieved 11 library books. In one hour 
they had added 35 items to their inventory, simply by working together. They had 
a total of 73 items collected, which would reduce their upcoming caning from 62 
strokes to 27. Lisa decided to allow the guys to reduce their canings by one more 
stroke, by letting them take the toilet seat.

While the guys entered the bathroom to extract their 74th item, Lisa and Kathleen 
returned to Burnside’s office to wake up Bernadette and Cherine. They were in a 
somewhat better mood after having enjoyed an hour of rest. With that the nine 
pledges made their way to the judges’ table. The guys went first, and then Lisa 
turned in her microphone. The judges stood up and announced the winners: the 
Four-Betas.

The women cheered while the Tri-Alphas stood silent. Tracy stood back, not 
wanting to take credit for what her pledges had accomplished, even though they 
had won because of her efforts during the days leading up to the scavenger hunt. 
The truth was the women knew that it was because of the Pledge Mistress that 
their side had won. The pledges’ absence from the sorority house on Sunday and 
Tracy’s secretive approach toward getting them ready had caused some 
resentment among the seniors and sorority officers, but her strategy ultimately 
was vindicated. Tracy’s victory greatly improved her popularity among the 
sophomores, and even among some of the juniors. Alexandra and Heather 
pretended to be pleased at Tracy’s win, but in reality they resented her sudden 
popularity. Had Lisa seen Heather’s expression in the darkness, she would have 
realized there would be trouble waiting for Tracy and the pledge group later in the 
summer.

However, it was the Tri-Alpha pledges that had a much more immediate problem. 
There would be hell to pay later that night, along with the indignity of the entire 
fraternity having to attend the “Skins and Shirts” ball in the nude. For the summer 
dance a better name would be the “Skins and Skirts” ball, since it would be the 
women who would be showing off their evening gowns while the men were 
committed to showing off their bodies.

A few minutes later several sophomores from both the fraternity and the sorority 
gathered up the scavenger hunt items to return to where they belonged. By 5:30 
everything would be in place and the buildings locked up, leaving no trace that 
the hunt had ever happened. Meanwhile, the fraternity and sorority members 
walked back to their houses, leading the pledges across the street. The groups did 
not march in protective formation, because the streets were empty and no one was 
around to see the handful of naked freshmen accompanying the dozens of well-
dressed men and women.

Lisa enjoyed the walk back. She loved the feel of the cool air against her exposed 
body, and the daring sensation of being naked among a large group of well 
dressed people. She also was happy that her relationship with Kathleen seemed to 
be somewhat resolved, and that she had been able to do something worthwhile for 
Ken. She hoped, really hoped, that one thing she could accomplish that summer 
was to make peace with him.
 

