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 1 - An offer from Dr. Burnside

Lisa Campbell woke up at 8:30 in the morning. Without bothering to get dressed 
she opened her drapes and looked out over the campus from her dorm room 
window. Her shapely bare body was somewhat visible to anyone walking around 
below, but there it was summer break and the campus was almost completely 
empty. Not that it mattered. The university, all 50,000 students and faculty, had 
seen plenty of Lisa last fall. There was no point in being modest, and in fact, from 
Lisa’s point of view modesty was an inconvenience.

The young woman contemplated the steam rising off the grass in the bright hot 
sunshine. Today was May 23rd, but from the looks of the weather, it seemed more 
like July 23rd. Another scorcher, she thought to herself. Shit. It’s not supposed to 
be this hot, this early. Must be that fucking global warming they’re all talking 
about.

Lisa was not a fan of hot weather, which was why the promise of a hot day put 
her in a bad mood. It also was one of the reasons she had decided to study in 
Chicago instead of California, which was where she grew up. She much preferred 
the savagely cold winters of the Mid-West to the scorching summers of 
California. Not that it made any difference now, because it was hot all over.

Lisa forced herself to snap out of her mood and glanced over at Ken, her current 
boyfriend, who was still soundly asleep. She decided to pull the sheet off him to 
have a better look at his body and the results of last night’s round of punishment 
and sex. Lisa felt a vague mix of trepidation, curiosity, and satisfaction as she 
contemplated how badly marked up he was. His wrists and ankles had rub-marks 
where his cuffs had dug into his skin, there were small bruises on his chest and 
shoulders from where she had pinched him, and she could make out part of a 
handprint where she had slapped him hard across the face. 

However, all of that was nothing in comparison to the condition of his bottom, 
which was a solid mass of dark welts and bruises. She lightly ran her fingers over 
the skin, fascinated by the swollen condition of his entire backside. Yes, last night 
she had worked him over pretty good. She had not planned to go that far with 
him, but as sometimes happened when she was disciplining him, Lisa’s emotions 
and enthusiasm got the better of her. She had punished him with four implements 
in a single session: a small leather paddle that normally was used more for sexual 
arousal than discipline, then a belt, then a wooden paddle, and finally a riding 
crop. He cried and struggled against the cuffs as she hit him many, many times 
with each implement. She had worn herself out on him, but afterwards, when she 
unhooked his cuffs and let him up, he wore himself out on her.

Lisa was quite sore herself, but not from punishment. Her vagina ached and her 
labia and clitoris were raw from Ken’s attentions. Lisa’s boyfriend had incredible 
sexual energy, but that enthusiasm was of no use to anyone if he was not first 
stripped, humiliated, and beaten. Ken was a true masochist; only a severe 
whipping could bring out the sexual animal in his soul. 

Last night had been good, really good. After the punishment, he had made love to 
her three separate times, in three different positions. Yes…Ken knew all about 
positions and how to prolong a good orgasm. Oh yeah, that guy was a real love-
machine for any woman who knew how to turn him on and which buttons to push. 
Lisa had learned that secret back in January and had enjoyed her nights with him 
ever since.

Lisa’s bladder was full, and she decided that she might as well get cleaned up 
since she had to go to the bathroom anyway. The young woman put on a pair of 
shower shoes, grabbed a towel, and walked out into the empty hallway of her 
dorm. She was the only resident remaining on her floor, since everyone else had 
moved out a week before when the semester ended. She went to the women’s 
bathroom at the end of the hallway, pissed, and turned on the shower. She stepped 
in and winced as the soap burned the raw skin between her legs. The cruel 
burning from the soap settled one issue, that no, she most definitely would not try 
to shave today.

Wow, she thought to herself, we really did over-do it last night. Well, that’s good. 
There’s nothing in life like a good fuck. Enjoy it while you can, ‘cause you only 
live once…

Lisa dried herself off and studied her reflection in the mirror. She was pleased by 
her appearance (she always thought she looked her best after a good round of 
sex), but also was on the lookout for imperfections. Sure enough, she found a 
couple of blackheads to pinch out of her cheeks. She cleaned them out and 
returned to her room, enjoying the feel of the cool air of the hallway as it blew 
against her body. 

She entered and saw Ken still asleep in her bed. Hmm…time to get him up. She 
twirled the towel, stepped back, and flicked him on the rear with a fearsome 
SNAP. He jerked awake from the painful crack on his welt-covered skin. He 
instinctively rolled over and nursed his latest injury with his hands, exposing 
himself from the front. Lisa addressed him with her normal bedroom vocabulary:

“OK, Bitch-boy, get up! Get your little fag ass out of my bed or I’m snappin’ your 
balls!”

With that she pulled the towel back and positioned it, ready to strike if Ken did 
not get out of bed immediately. He moved very fast, jumping up and standing at 
attention before Lisa had the chance to snap him again. He was horribly sore from 
last night’s adventure and that first towel snap had been pure agony. He definitely 
did not want another one at that moment.

In spite of how things might have looked to someone not familiar with their odd 
relationship, Lisa really was not being cruel to Ken at all. She was just giving him 
what he wanted. His penis began to stiffen as he stood straight, quietly 
anticipating either more punishment or more sex. Lisa reached down and gently 
massaged him, then dropped the towel and rubbed his swollen backside. She 
touched her breasts to his shoulder and gently began rubbing up and down with 
her nipples.

“Yeah, I bet you like that, don’t you, you fucking little pervert? I oughta snap you 
some more, shouldn’t I?”

“I like it…”

She slapped him hard across the face.

“God, you’re disgusting! Turn around, sicko! Bend over and spread ‘em!”

Ken complied, exposing his battered backside for yet more pain and abuse. Lisa 
picked up the towel and delivered a loud SNAP right at the base, very close to his 
sphincter. He jerked and went hard immediately, his penis bobbing up and down 
from a very hard erection. She snapped him viciously a second time, but then 
stopped.

Lisa, in spite of her own on-going soreness, could never resist a good hard-on. 
She tapped his shoulder, went on her hands and knees, arched her back, and 
lewdly exposed herself to her lover.

“Fuck me, you creep! You’d better fuck me good or I’ll really give you something 
to cry about!

There was no need for any further foreplay. Ken positioned himself, grabbed 
Lisa’s thighs, and plunged in. Lisa’s body broke out in a sweat and she gasped. 
Now she would be really sore and would need another shower, but that didn’t 
matter. What mattered for her was the sex and the orgasm of the moment. Ken, 
his entire body aching from last night’s beatings, moved aggressively as pain and 
soreness combined with pleasure for a truly exquisite release of semen and energy 
into Lisa’s lovely body. This was really, really good.

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Lisa returned to the empty women’s bathroom, this time with Ken. As much as 
she might have wanted to do something more to him, there no longer was any 
time. She had an appointment and already would have to skip breakfast to make 
it. However, she and Ken took their time as they gently soaped each other’s 
injuries and sore spots, showing care and tenderness that had been totally absent 
just a few minutes before in her room. She lathered up her hands and softly spread 
some soap on his purplish ass, then rinsed it off. She finished by gently kissing 
each side of his swollen bottom and patting it. 

He was equally gentle with her, very lightly soaping her raw pubic area to get the 
KY and semen off her body. Again she winced, because the soreness between her 
legs was worse than ever, but in a few minutes both of them were clean. They 
toweled each other off and prepared to face the day. They returned to her room to 
get dressed.

Ken dressed in his usual loose fitting shorts and university t-shirt, plus a battered 
pair of slip-on shoes. He wadded up his underwear and stuffed it in his pocket, 
because there was no way his injured backside would stand any tight clothing 
pressing against his skin. Even wearing the loose-fitting shorts was pushing it.

Lisa pulled a summer dress over her head and put on a pair of flip-flops. That was 
it; she planned to go out completely naked under the dress. It didn’t matter, 
because she knew she’d be taking the dress off again in a couple of hours or so. 
Once her clothes came off, she had no idea how long it would be before she 
would be allowed to put them back on, so it made sense that she wear a single 
piece of clothing that was not likely to get lost.

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Ken’s day would be much easier than Lisa’s. He had to visit one his professors 
and check up on a summer project. He then would go to the library to pick up 
some books and later kick back and recover from last night’s punishment. 
Hopefully he would turn in early and get a good night’s sleep. 

Lisa, on the other hand, was very nervous, which partly explained why she had 
gone overboard punishing her boyfriend the night before. Today she had two 
appointments that promised to be the beginning of two important turning points in 
her life. 

The first appointment was with her economics professor, Dr, Ruth Burnside. Lisa 
was not sure what the appointment would be about, although she suspected it was 
something related to her career in the university. She did not know what Burnside 
wanted from her, but hoped that it was related to the recent departure of Cecilia 
Sanchez, the professor’s former student aide. Maybe Lisa would be offered a job, 
which would be great, given that she was still paying out-of-state tuition and had 
been thinking about taking out a student loan.

Following the appointment with Burnside, Lisa faced another activity that would 
fill up all of her free time that summer: she was about to become a sorority 
pledge. The experience of becoming a pledge was guaranteed to be grueling and 
painful, as well as demanding of her time and energies because of the sorority she 
had chosen. She was not pledging with one of those wimpy rich-bitch sororities, 
but instead the Four-Beta Sorority, the sister sorority of the infamous Tri-Alpha 
Fraternity. The Four-Betas were just as tough on their pledges as were the Tri-
Alphas. Lisa had heard stories, now was the day she would find out for herself 
what the Four-Betas really expected of her.

Ken would begin pledging the Tri-Alphas the following week as a summer pledge 
himself. There was a reason the women went first, and that was because the 
female pledges fully participated in the hazing of the male pledges. Lisa and her 
companions would be tested to make sure they could handle their responsibilities, 
and, assuming they passed, would help train the male pledges. Ken could relax 
now, but next week he could expect an experience every bit as grueling as what 
Lisa would face today.

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Lisa led Ken to the commons area of the dorm floor and kissed him goodbye, 
because men were not supposed to be on the women’s wing unescorted. There 
was no one around to object to Ken walking down the women’s area by himself, 
but out of habit Lisa escorted him out. She returned to her room to pick up her 
backpack and lock up. 

As she left her room for the day, Lisa glanced at the door of the room adjacent to 
hers. Just a short while before the neighboring room had been occupied by the 
floor RA, Cecilia Sanchez. Lisa realized that she would miss Cecilia, even though 
the two women had endured a very tense relationship. Both Lisa and Cecilia had 
dominating personalities, and each spent the past academic year trying to assert 
herself over the other as the leader of their small social group. The two young 
women had been friends, but they also had been rivals in an on-going contest in 
which Cecilia usually, but not always, came out on top. 

Lisa had promised herself that she would do a better job competing with Cecilia 
during her second year in college. However, Cecilia and her boyfriend suddenly 
and mysteriously had to leave the United States and had no idea when they would 
be back. Lisa would not have the chance to test her resolve to get the better of 
Cecilia this year because her former RA was now in Europe.

There was much more to Lisa’s feelings than the lost chance at besting Cecilia, 
however. Lisa realized that deep down she genuinely liked her rival, because the 
RA was so blunt and straightforward. Cecilia was not a deceptive person nor one 
interested in social posturing. Instead, she had spent the past year concerned about 
helping others as much as possible. She took the failure of any of the residents of 
her floor as a personal failure against herself and had spent much of her scarce 
personal time helping students with advice and assistance with coursework. Her 
efforts paid off, because the second floor of Huntington Hall had the lowest 
failure rate of any dorm floor on campus for the year. Under her rough façade, 
Cecilia was the most caring and trustworthy woman Lisa had ever known, in spite 
of being so hard to get along with. In spite of everything, Lisa would badly miss 
her.

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Lisa walked across the humid campus in the bright morning sunshine, making her 
way towards the Economics Department. As she entered the air-conditioned 
building, she began to shiver. Her skimpy clothing was fine for walking around 
outdoors, but the building’s cold air blew up her dress and sent such a chill 
through her body that Lisa actually checked to make sure she was still covered. 
She also remembered that, because she was not wearing underwear, she would 
need to be careful when she sat down and not display herself to the professor.

Dr. Burnside was dressed immaculately, wearing the same business outfit that she 
always wore at work, whether it was winter or summer. As always, her dark hair 
was pulled back and tightly done up in a bun. There was no make-up or any other 
ornamentation on the older woman, nothing at all to detract from the severity of 
her appearance. Whenever on campus Burnside was all business, regardless of the 
season or whether classes were in session.

Burnside put out her hand to shake Lisa’s hand before asking her to sit down. 
That was a good sign, because Lisa knew that the professor never offered a seat to 
a student if the purpose of the meeting was unpleasant. Burnside got right to the 
point:

“OK, Lisa, I need to know if you’ve decided on your major.”

“Uh, no, Dr. Burnside, I was going to wait ‘till this fall.”

“Why can’t you do it now?”

“I didn’t see the point, I mean…why rush?”

“Well, if you give a damn about your future, you need to rush. It’s not going to do 
me any good to have an indecisive piece of fluff floating around my classes. I 
have an offer for you, but you need to declare yourself an economics major if you 
want to take it.”

“The job you were gonna give Cecilia?”

“Yes. I’m offering you Cecilia’s job, as my student aide. Things with Cecilia 
didn’t work out quite like I was hoping, so you lucked out.” Burnside sighed and 
continued: “I'm sure that you're aware that I was planning to make Cecilia my 
long-term assistant. Until three weeks ago, she was the one I had my eyes on. 
You'll find out that I like having the same person work under me as long as 
possible. My ideal set-up is to get someone as a sophomore and keep that same 
person through graduate school. That way I don’t get any stupid little surprises, or 
if I do, it’s only at the beginning. I can deal with them up-front and not worry 
about screw-ups later on. Well, now Cecilia’s gone. No fault of her own, of 
course, but she’s gone, and I need to someone I can trust to replace her. So, are 
you interested?”

“Sure, Dr. Burnside, that’d be great.”

“Good. This takes a load off my mind because I think we know each other and 
have a good idea what we can expect from each other. If you do well as my 
student aide, I’ll bump you up to Mark’s Teaching Assistant job after he defends 
his dissertation and graduates.”

Burnside opened the two folders lying on her desk. One contained the form Lisa 
needed to sign to declare herself as an economics major. The second folder 
contained the contract giving her the job as Burnside’s student aide. Lisa signed 
the declaration of major form and reached to sign the student aide form. Burnside 
grabbed her arm.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Uh…signing the contract, Dr. Burnside…”

“Without reading it? You’re going to just sign a contract without reading it? 
What’s wrong with you?”

Chastened, Lisa read the contract. There was nothing outstanding about it, but she 
knew that Burnside was right, she would have been very foolish to sign something 
that important without first reading it. There was one detail that she had not 
anticipated, that as a student aide she had to get department approval for enrolling 
in any class outside the major. That was something important to know. Finally 
Lisa signed and handed the contract back to the professor.

“There’s something else, that’s not written in the contract you just signed, but that 
I will hold you to if you ever do anything to piss me off. You understand that I 
prefer to keep disciplinary matters off the records and handle them in private?”

“Uh…yes Dr. Burnside.”

“And you understand what that means? You got a taste of it in February, and if 
you ever screw up as my aide, more of the same is what you can expect. Agreed?”

Lisa’s heart skipped a beat. “I...yes, Dr. Burnside…I…Agreed.

“Good. That’s what you can expect working under me. As I said, I like to handle 
problems in private and not put them people’s work records. Hopefully there 
won’t be any unpleasantness between us, but if there is, you’ve been warned.”

“I…uh…yes, Dr. Burnside. I understand…”

There was another issue that Lisa had not expected to have to bring up with 
Burnside, but now that a signed paper committing her as the professor's employee 
was sitting on her desk, it possibly could be an issue.

"Dr. Burnside, there is one thing, uh...that I should've told you before I signed the 
contract."

"What?"

"I'm gonna be pledging with the Four-Beta Sorority this summer. I...I know you 
don't like 'Greeks' but...my boyfriend's pledging the Tri-Alphas and I..."

"So, we have a sorority girl with us, huh?"

"Yes. At least I hope so, if I get through the initiation…"

"Alright, we'll have to work around that, as long they're willing to work around 
me. Have the chapter president call me. The Four-Betas are the one sorority I 
have no problems with."

"So, you're OK with it?"

"As long as it doesn't interfere with your responsibilities to the department, I have 
no problem with you pledging the Four-Betas. If it were any other sorority, I 
would have a problem."

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Lisa left Burnside’s office with her mind in more turmoil than it had been when 
she went in. She anticipated working under the professor with both excitement 
and apprehension. She was flattered by the job offer, but at the same time not 
really surprised. She knew that Burnside had to pick someone to replace Cecilia, 
and she knew that she was a logical choice. She had the type of personality 
Burnside liked and had shown herself willing to put up with the woman’s unusual 
ideas about personal and working relationships. Also, it was evident that Burnside 
liked Lisa, and she knew that the professor only wanted to work with students she 
felt she could get along with on a personal level.

Lisa understood that there would be some underlying tension between herself and 
her new boss, because both women had strong personalities. They also had similar 
sexual tastes, which Lisa suspected was the real reason Burnside wanted her as 
her assistant. There was a hidden meaning in Burnside’s statement “I think we 
know each other and have a good idea what we can expect from each other”. She 
trusted Lisa because both women enjoyed erotic discipline.

There were two more significant details that stood out about that morning’s 
meeting. First, Burnside had not objected to Lisa’s clothing, or lack of it, in her 
office. The professor understood that while she had a certain style and image she 
wanted to put forward to the world, her student had a very different self-image 
that she wanted to put forward. Burnside went for the austere and serious in her 
personal appearance, while Lisa went for showing off her body. Burnside might 
have said something had the younger woman’s exhibitionism not been genuine, 
but in Lisa’s case that was simply part of who she was.

The other issue was Burnside’s warning about what would happen if Lisa 
“screwed up”. Although her new boss had not openly said it, she knew very well 
what Burnside meant. If Lisa ever made any mistake as the professor’s assistant 
she faced physical punishment. She knew that with certainty, already having 
endured a session with Burnside’s leather switch back in February. She wondered 
if it would be possible to make it through several years of working under the 
professor without getting punished at least once...five or six years of assisting Dr. 
Burnside and not making a single mistake…

Ha! Not very likely. 



