Sorority Guest Part 5
Brenda struggled with her tight pantyhose, lifting them painfully into
place, then smoothed her dress down in front of her. I noticed Betsy,
still standing quietly in the background, her left hand over her pussy
with the other arm across her stomach, holding her left hip. There was
a large puddle of purple goo around her feet.
Brenda began her explanation. "In my home country, we have our own very
effective way of dealing with misbehavior. Robin and Paula, could you
assist me, please?" Both girls looked like there was nothing they
wanted to do less. They got up, heads down and dawdling, and took a
step or two to the front of the room. Robin, her ripped skirt around
her waist and her black panties around her knees, stood impudently with
her back to me, one hand on her out thrust hip. Paula, still stark
naked, covered her crotch with one hand and her breasts with her arm.
Brenda turned her back on us and opened a long, slim carton on the
table. "Now, because, in my country, we want to be sure that poor
conduct is never, uh, never repeated, we use this." Brenda turned and
displayed a standard, large sorority paddle. But there was something
different about it. It looked thicker than usual. On closer
examination I noticed there was a big green thing attached to the flat
surface. "It is simply a paddle with large pieces of cactus glued to
both sides of the blade."
I heard a few of the girls catch their breath, their hands on their
chests, as they realized the implication of what they were viewing.
Robin swallowed hard. Paula's hands went to her rear. Sure enough, the
flat ends of the paddle had pieces of cactus firmly attached to the
side. They were adorned with an incredible number of fearsome looking
spikes sticking out in all directions that varied from a quarter to a
half an inch.
"Now, the way you use this--"
Robin cut her off. "Audrey, I've got no goddam panties on! You're not
gonna let her hit me with that are you?!"
The room went quiet as Audrey thought. "Brenda," she asked, "is that
'cactus paddle' just as effective over a pair of panties?"
"Yes," Brenda replied, "I think it is."
"Okay," Audrey quipped, "you can both wear panties. But that's all.
Take off everything else Robin."
Paula gratefully retrieved her wet panties from the jumble of clothes on
the floor and stepped into them while Robin did a slow striptease with
her jacket, blouse, bra and skirt. She had nice sized, rounded breasts
with big brown nipples. Brenda, enjoying her commanding role,
positioned the girls as Karyn had, with Robin bent over on her right and
Paula on her left, with plenty of maneuvering room in the center. She
made them grasp their ankles with their legs well bent, so that the
seats of their panties were really jutting out obscenely.
"You use this as you would any other standard paddle." Suiting her
actions to her words, she brought the paddle up to her right shoulder,
aiming for Paula's compact butt on her left. She swung really hard in a
downward, then upward arc, hitting the bending girl with the middle of
the paddle, low in the ass.
There was a hollow SPLOT! and Paula quickly lifted her ass a little, but
otherwise didn't move. She just shook in place and gave a breathy
"oh!". It had been a hard shot, but the sound was so different, no one
knew what to make of the result. As Brenda took the paddle away, a gasp
filled the room, then giggles, then loud laughter. The rear of Paula's
panties contained a tangled nest of cactus needles imbedded in all
directions deep in the base of her ass. There were embarrassed squeals
of disbelief from the other girls.
Brenda immediately gave Robin the same treatment with the other side of
the paddle. That was a joy to see because she was facing me and I could
gauge her reaction better. Robin's face jerked upward forcefully and
her eyes closed tightly as the paddle struck her ass. Then her jaw fell
open and she shook her head rapidly in pain and amazement. I couldn't
see her butt, but I was sure she also had several sharp needles stuck in
the tender base of her fanny.
"Now, one of the most unusual aspects of this kind of instrument is the
effectiveness of subsequent swats, because of the already imbedded
needles," Brenda said. "You must observe where you still have material
to work with on the paddle and adjust your position accordingly." She
was referring to the fact that many of the needles that had been in the
middle of the paddle were now stuck in her victims' asses! I couldn't
believe Brenda had put so much serious thought into this. She took a
half step back so that now the last 10 inches or so of the paddle, still
chock full of spikes, would contact Paula's vulnerable seat.
The girl swung and the paddle seemed to arc downward with tremendous
velocity. Brenda added an expert flick of her wrists at the last
second. SPLOT!! The paddle contacted Paula's ass with terrific force,
adding a new host of cactus needles to her skewered bottom and driving
the original ones even deeper into her skin. Paula roared: "oh, Oh,
OHHHH!" She tried to straighten up but stopped, her tits bouncing,
apparently feeling a pinching sensation. She took a
step or two forward in an awkward, half erect position and stopped
again. She was obviously suffering greatly, to the delight of the girls
in the back.
Robin was next. SPLOTT! This time Robin squeezed her eyes shut even
tighter, deep furrows appearing on her forehead and around her eyes and
lips. She seemed to be trying to bear the fierce pain, but then her
mouth and eyes shot open wide, and she stiffly cried "Ah!, Ahhh!" It
looked like she, too, could suddenly not move.
Brenda took a step closer to the nearly delirious girls to put
previously unused areas of the cactus covering to use. Then she hit
Paula again. A small shower of cactus bristles fell to the floor as she
removed the instrument from the hapless girl's rear. This last swat was
a little higher. Now Paula's entire hind end was covered with fine
needles. It looked almost like a covering of hair growing out of her
panties.
Brenda swung at Robin again. As her cruel invention whacked the young
woman's backside once more, I saw a small piece of the cactus shoot away
and fall to the floor. Girls were laughing loudly and pointing at
Robin. As she slowly turned to see what was the matter, I realized that
a second part of the cactus had also broken off the paddle. But instead
of falling to the ground, it was stuck hard and fast to her left ass
cheek!
We could all see that Robin was straining to keep herself under control.
Veins and tendons stood out in her neck and her whole upper body seemed
to redden. She was trembling. She went to remove the flat, green, four
by five inch piece of cactus from her ass, but only succeeded in
sticking herself in the hand. That resulted in more laughter. She
stood there helplessly, her arms foolishly extended up and out. A
crescendo of loud laughter surrounded her, directed right in her face,
assaulting her ears. She was plainly in pain, her usually haughty eyes
now imploring for someone to help her. I couldn't believe I almost felt
sorry for her. But I had to giggle, too. This brash, conceited young
beauty had really been "taken down a peg or two" by Brenda. It was
wonderful. My eyes kept appreciating the scene, rising and falling from
Robin's feet up to her panties, to her pretty head, then down again.
All the time, the cactus was greedily and incongruously adhering to her
rounded rear end.
"Okay," Audrey said suddenly, halting the girls' torture. "Excellent,
Brenda, really excellent."
Brenda was beaming. "Thank you," she gushed. Robin and Paula were
frozen like statues on either side of her, half bent, their tits hanging
ponderously.
"How did you attach the cactus to the paddle?" Audrey asked curiously,
taking and closely examining Brenda's ingenious project.
"You have to use a special epoxy, but it's not difficult," she
explained.
"Great. Great. I'll have to have you make me up a couple of these," my
girlfriend said, brandishing the instrument carefully. Then she looked
at the two helpless girls, still ignoring the piece of cactus firmly
attached to Robin's behind. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at those buns.
Whatta sight!" She handed the paddle back to Brenda who put it away.
"Okay, who's next?" Then to Paula and Robin, "Okay, you can sit down
now girls."
Robin was incredulous. "Sit down?" she said, then repeated it again.
"How am I supposed to sit down with cactus needles sticking out of my
ass?!"
"Oh," Audrey said reasonably. "Okay, okay, keep your shirt on. I
hadn't thought of that. Okay. Go stand over there," Audrey commanded
and gestured toward me. I was treated to the delicious sight of the two
pretty coeds hobbling painfully and carefully towards me, their tits
swaying suggestively as they gingerly moved forward, their arms swinging
awkwardly away from their sides.
They were both going, "Ouch! Oh! Ow!" as they moved, which was pretty
funny.
Robin got next to me and spoke to me, which surprised me, because she
was always so aloof. "Would you help me?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, I gotta do the next project. Could you pull some of these
needles out of my ass?"
I smiled broadly (who wouldn't?) and said, "Sure, sure. Bend over."
Together, Paula and I began frantically pulling out the piece of cactus
and the thorns from Robin's shapely rear. I could not believe how many
needles were stuck in her butt. I was surprised, considering how deeply
and firmly some of them were imbedded, to see no blood. Robin was
comical as we removed them, wincing and jumping as she bent over. Many
of them were buried so deep that there was nothing to grab and they had
to be left in, sort of stapling her panties tightly to her ass.
Meanwhile, Audrey, seeing there was a delay, turned her attention to
Betsy. "Is that all melted?" she asked imperiously.
"Yes."
"Good. You're working with Robin next." Betsy looked fearful. "Don't
worry. It's a nice experiment. She won't even hit you." Betsy looked
relieved, but suspicious. "Bend over." Betsy complied and Audrey
gently took out the now empty stick from the girl's asshole and held it
up for all to see. There was a round of applause for Betsy and she
shyly smiled.
By now Robin was ready. She had replaced her clothes and walked a
stiffly to the front of the room. She had a really pissed off look on
her face, as if she was going to make up for the cruel ordeal she had
gone through by making Betsy suffer. Audrey came and stood by me again.
I was staring at Paula's bristle covered ass directly in front of me
when Audrey distracted me with a kiss and a firm squeeze to my rigid
crotch. "There's more to see," she said. I felt like the luckiest man
in the world.
Robin gestured toward Betsy. "I'm glad you're nude," she said
sarcastically. "It'll make it easier." Then she began the explanation
of her project. Unlike some of the other girls, she was very self
assured and confident, very smooth. That was especially admirable after
what she had just gone through. She was one tough woman.
She would, no doubt, make it into the sorority.
"Look, we all want good marks, right?" The audience all agreed. Then
Robin noticed Betsy was standing with one leg crossed, probably to hide
her vagina and her arms crossed over her tits. "Stand at attention,
Betsy!" Robin said simply. Betsy, looking ridiculous, slowly complied.
Throwing her shoulders back so that her tits stuck out, she straightened
her legs and put her arms rigidly at her sides. Now everyone had a
wonderful view of her small breasts and mound of pubic hair.
Robin continued as she unpacked several jars and brushes from a box on
the table. "So we want good marks. What we need is to be inspired."
Robin was now unscrewing the tops of the jars and inserting a brush in
each one. She turned to her audience, relishing her role. "We need
study aids. I came up with a method. Since I am an art major, I call
it 'Rembrandt's Masterpiece.'"
She then took a large book from the table and handed it to Kim, sitting
in the front row. I could see from where I was that it was some kind of
art book.
"The procedure is simple. The student is asked a question. If she
answers it correctly, she gets to swat the questioner with a paddle. If
her answer is wrong, she is humiliated by having a portion of her body
painted with this." Robin held up one of the jars triumphantly. "This
is a mixture of a well known skin irritant and pigment. It causes
extreme discomfort, but no real damage. This forces the student to
redouble her studying efforts until the next session."
There was a stunned silence in the room. Audrey smiled at me, then
looked back at Betsy. "Kim," Robin said, "several questions are
highlighted in that book. Please read the first one."
Betsy's shoulders slumped for the first time, "But I'm a history major!"
she protested.
"Oh, so what," Robin replied nonchalantly, "art is history. History is
art. You should know this material." It was obvious that Betsy was
about to fail and Robin would not be swatted at all.
Kim read from the book. "Who designed the cathedral at Faenza?"
Betsy was confused, then angry. She relaxed and turned to Robin.
"Where the fuck IS Faenza? What do you mean who built--that's the
stupidest thing--"
"Wrong!" bellowed Robin, then: "Attention!" Betsy comically
straightened up. "The answer, Kimmy?"
"Giuliano de Maiano."
"Giuliano de Maiano. Remember that Betsy. Never forget it. Now, to
HELP you remember..." Robin turned to us, "Name a color, ladies."
Someone shouted "Burgundy," then "citrine." Robin laughed and waved the
suggestions away. Finally, someone said "Green!"
"Okay, green it is!" Robin picked up a jar and ceremoniously extracted
the brush. A thick green liquid dripped from it. As Betsy remained at
attention, her eyes glued to the tip of the brush, Robin approached her
and spoke as she worked: "Now, we apply this carefully..." Robin
swabbed the brush across the top of Betsy's left breast and a thick,
bright green swatch appeared on her unblemished white skin. Some of it
dripped down the middle toward her stomach, and Robin bent quickly to
catch it with the brush tip, leaving a thick green line. Then Robin
dipped the brush in the jar again and, moving the brush in tighter and
tighter circles, painted the girl's entire left breast with the bright
green substance. In seconds it was obvious that Betsy felt something
unusual because she closed her eyes tightly and began sucking her breath
through pursed lips. Then she moaned. Robin again went back for more
paint before starting on Betsy's nipple, diligently applying coat after
coat to the little tip as Betsy wiggled sexily.
Robin put the jar and brush on the table and turned back to the
audience, a big, bright smile lighting up her face. "Next question,
please."
There was a pause of amazement at the bizarre scene. Then Kim laughed
and began to read the next one. "What is the brown pigment made from
the secretions of the...of the..cuttle fish." Then she added, "What the
fuck is a cuttle fish?" and the young women all laughed, except for
Betsy.
There was a moment of silence. "Do you know?" Robin asked Betsy. The
poor girl didn't seem to be paying much attention, concentrating instead
on the painful sensation coming from her left tit. "No answer," Robin
blurted, then in a taunting, sing-songy voice, "so..that's.. wrong. The
answer is sepia. Remember that Betsy. Sepia. Let's see. How about
blue?" Then, in a tone you would use to comfort an infant, "You look a
little blue right now, huh? Yeah, ya do. Poor baby." Betsy just put
her head back and grimaced.
Robin took a second jar and removed the brush. Just as carefully and
cheerfully as before, she completely painted Betsy's right breast bright
blue, again paying particular attention, and applying coat after thick
coat, to her nipple. Betsy, looking ridiculous with one bright green
breast and one vivid blue one, visibly cringed and let out a whispered,
"ohhhh..."
"Keep going. Next question," Robin announced carelessly.
"Name the most famous New York lithographers in the late 19th century."
Betsy groaned. She could barely speak. "Uhhh..I...don't--"
Robin shot the answer at her: "Currier and Ives! You don't know shit
from shinola, ya know that, Betsy?"
"I...I...uhh-"
"We'll do red next. Turn around, Honey!" Betsy didn't move. I wasn't
sure she even heard Robin. Her tormentor had no compassion. She
grabbed the girls arms and just spun her
around. Betsy was no longer rigid. She reminded me of a rag doll by
the loose way her head and arms shook as Robin turned her. Then, with
her hand, Robin delivered a flurry of rapid,
hard spanks to Betsy's rear. The girl literally danced, picking her
feet off the floor several times.
"Just freshening ya up, Honey!" she said sarcastically.
Robin daintily took a paint brush covered with red liquid from another
jar and, squatted down behind Betsy. She must have felt some residual
effects of her "cactus spanking" because instantly after squatting she
sprang up and announced, "oooh - that still smarts!" Then she changed
position slightly and squatted behind the girl again. She began
liberally slapping the red color all over Betsy's ass. She was actually
humming happily, as if she was working on some calming landscape
painting. She worked from the top down, in broad horizontal strokes,
carefully covering each inch of already sore skin with the viscous red
liquid. I laughed in spite of myself. Before Robin was even done,
Betsy began to react. She bent forward a little and a loud, "Oh!"
escaped her lips.
Robin was very thorough. After Betsy's entire ass was painted bright
red, she parted Betsy's cheeks and, with great care, slopped the paint
thickly up and down her crack, causing laughter among the Big Sisters.
Then she made sure she had fully coated the sides of her butt, halfway
around to her waist, then the tops of her thighs. Betsy's whole back
end was a loud, screaming red color.
Robin returned that jar to the table and asked for the "final question."
I don't remember what it was but Betsy was not even mentally in the
same room. She was twitching and emitting little whimpering noises. I
could just make out "..my ass..." and "..help me, please.."
When there was no answer, Robin spun her back around and started talking
about how Betsy needed to study more and that her performance was
shameful and all this other shit. I was getting kind of mad at her because
I thought the girl had had enough.
Robin produced a small scissors.
Without even stopping her patter, she began cutting off Betsy's pussy
hair and throwing it aside in clumps, giggling devilishly. Several of
the spectators murmured, their hands flying up to their open, amazed
mouths or landing flat on their upper chest. I think Robin said
something about the paint had to be applied to bare skin or something.
Then she had a jar in her hand and was swabbing Betsy's entire crotch
and pubic area with a bright yellow color.
The Big Sisters were laughing but the pledges sat in stony silence.
Robin roughly pushed open Betsy's legs, dipped the brush in the jar
again and stuck the brush upwards. I couldn't see exactly what she was
doing, but apparently she was coating Betsy's genitals with the yellow
liquid. I took a step forward, but Audrey put her hand on my chest and
murmured, "Don't worry.."
"Now, turn around, Honey," Robin said with exaggerated sweetness, "so I
can finish my work of art. As you know I am a vegetarian." She went to
the table, picked up something, and came back to Betsy's rear. She was
holding a large carrot and a small plastic jar. I could see the label
plainly. It was the Vicks VapoRub.
"Now bend forward. I'm gonna give you your veggies." As Betsy slowly
complied, Robin dipped the sharp end of the carrot into the Vicks and
liberally coated at least three inches of it. "This will feel real
good, Bets, 'cause it's medicated," she announced. Then she replaced
the jar on the table and delicately opened Betsy's red painted ass cheeks with her left
thumb and forefinger. With her right hand, she carefully twisted and
turned the carrot while pushing it deep into the girl's rectum. Betsy
grunted. It was a low, primitive, animal noise: horrible and exciting
at the same time. When the vegetable was solidly in the girl's ass
about four or five inches, Robin straightened up.
"Now face me," she said and returned to the table. She picked up a
long, thick green cucumber and held up another jar. She gestured toward
the audience. "Vicks or Vaseline?" she asked facetiously. Various
girls called out one or the other. Robin made a big show of reading the
label on the Vicks. "Hmmm...external medication. Okay, Vicks it is!"
she called joyfully and put the Vaseline back on the table. She again
dipped one end of the long vegetable into the jar. One of the girls in
the back groaned loudly, causing muffled giggles. Others yelled, "No!"
and "Don't do it!"
She faced Betsy. "Open your legs, Sweety." Betsy, her eyes still
closed, obediently parted her legs. Robin stooped down and worked the
cucumber deep into the pledge's only other available orifice. Betsy's
pretty face began to twitch even more and in a few moments I noticed a
fine coat of sweat breaking out over her delicate features.
Then Robin stood up and returned to the table. "One more," she said
dramatically. She pulled a long stalk of celery, with leaves on the end
of it, out of a bag. The other end of the stalk was wide and shaped
like a big spoon. From the table came a third, larger, jar, filled with
red stuff. She unscrewed the top and sniffed it. "Mmmmm. This is
delicious!" she said. Then, sounding very much like a teacher, "It's
red hot Salsa...yes!...thick and savory, as they say...I spiced it up
myself with a raw egg, hot mustard, a lot of tobasco sauce and tons of
horse raddish. That's how I like to serve it to pledges. Ya gonna love this, Betsy! But first,
to add some texture, we need a little Vaseline." Betsy's eyes opened
like slits and she shot a quick sideways glance at Robin. Robin dipped
the stalk in the petroleum jelly jar and came away with a big glob. She
daintily moved it back with her finger so that part of the stalk, near
the end, was empty.
Then Robin scooped out a huge serving of the reddish mixture and came
back to Betsy. "Open wide," she said, indicating Betsy's mouth. The
girl complied. Robin placed the celery with the weird concoction into
Betsy's mouth. "Okay, bite down, gently," Robin said, sounding like a
dentist. Betsy's mouth reluctantly closed around the stalk of celery
and there was a sympathetic groan of disgust from almost everybody in
the room. Betsy's face soured and I couldn't help wondering what it
felt like. I was curious, but glad I wasn't the one tasting it.
Robin, apparently finished, stood up, put the last jar back on the table
and, with a showgirl flourish, one arm gracefully extended upward and
the other down, yelled, "Voila! I give you Rembrandt's Masterpiece!"
The girls clapped weakly, but I could see that several of them hated
this cruel brunette that they would have to deal with all through their
college careers.
Robin slowly and proudly spun Betsy around two or three times. I could
see that the nude, helpless girl was trembling, her face screwed up into
a mask of distress, her lower lip quivering. She stumbled and almost
fell, agony etched all over her. There was a fine sheen of sweat all
over her shapely body. Tears silently began to stream down either side
of her face and she was emitting little squeaking noises. I had to
admit that the colors all over her with the vegetables sticking out did
make her look like some grotesque art exhibit.
Karyn, unable to contain herself, spoke up, "You're a bitch, Robin!"
"Fuck you!" Robin shot back angrily, "I just got a hundred splinters up
my ass!" Instantly, Karyn jumped up and charged. In a moment the two
girls were wrestling, slapping, pulling hair and shouting. Audrey, Kim
and I sprang forward and separated them fairly easily. Karyn's blouse
was torn slightly and Robin's face was flushed, her chest heaving.
"If you can't take it, you shouldn't be in the sorority!" Robin
insisted, her eyes moist and flashing.
"That's going too far!" Karyn countered.
"Okay, okay. Shut up, both of you. Go sit down." Then she addressed
the other girl. "Betsy." She didn't respond. Her eyes were closed.
Then Audrey looked toward the back, "Chris, bring Betsy upstairs and
clean her up." The older girl came forward and gently led Betsy away.
The sight of that pretty young girl rocking side to side as she walked
slowly away from me, bowlegged, is etched on my memory. The cucumber
dangled obscenely between her legs while the carrot hung out of her red
painted ass. It wiggled back and forth, like a bizarre tail, with each
step.
Audrey tried to lighten the atmosphere. How she controlled these girls
was beyond me.
"Well, you should like this next one, Robin," my girlfriend said.
"Karyn is going to get it this time. And the young lady who got wrinkle
free panties from Karyn will do the honors! Kim, c'mon up."
