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Halfway thru my freshman year in college, I was invited to join a sorority. One of my best new friends was a sister and had nominated me. I accepted and was told to report to the sorority house promptly at noon on Friday. I arrived a little early and was told to wait in the hall. While I waited several girls came down the stairs and some whispered and giggled to each other as they passed me.

 

Finally my friend came down. She told me that during the initiation I was to do exactly as I was told, and that if I hesitated I would be punished by the sisters and if I refused I would not be allowed to join them. She gave me a big hug and led me into the living room. It was an immense room with lots of couches and overstuffed chairs in a horseshoe around a big stone fireplace. Barbara led me to the center to stand in front of the entire sorority.

 

The President started to speak to the sisters. She told them that I was the last of this year's pledges, that Mistress Barbara had nominated me. She asked if there were any objections so far. No one objected. She turned to me. She told me that until I had completed the initiation I was not to speak unless told to, to address the sisters as Mistress and to do everything I was told to do or suffer the punishment. She asked if I accepted these rules.

 

I said "Yes.

All the girls giggled. She said she didn't hear me right.

I said "Yes, Mistress President."

 

One of the sisters took out a file folder, another a Polaroid camera. She took a picture of me and gave it to the sister with the folder. Mistress President told me that they need to know everything about me. She told me to tell them all about my sexual adventures, to start with my first kiss, to my first bare tit, my first feel of cock, etc.

 

I started to tell them about Jimmy, my first boyfriend. I described our first kiss, our first make out session, and the first time I let him slip his hand under my sweater and into my bra.

 

One of the sisters spoke up. She told me to take off my blouse. I looked to Barbara. She nodded yes. I unbuttoned my blouse and eased it off my shoulders. Mistress President said I could put it on a little table next to the fireplace. I put it down and went back to the center. Mistress Barbara told me to resume my personal history with my first tit sucking. I proceeded to tell them about Jimmy sucking my bare titties outside a party. The sister with the folder, Mistress Janet, asked me what size bra I wore.

 

I told her 32B and continued about my next real boyfriend Tom. Tom was the first to get his hands into my pants to finger my slit. Mistress Janet asked me if I had been fingering myself before that episode. I told her I had never fondled myself. I continued to describe my first view of Tom's erect cock. A sister from the back yelled out for me to take off my jeans. Again I looked to my friend, she nodded yes, I went to the table, opened my jeans, slipped them down below my knees. I kicked off my shoes, stepped out of my jeans, and laid them on top of my blouse.

 

Mistress President told me to stand with my legs apart, my hands clasped behind my neck, elbows out to the sides. When I was in position, she told me to describe my first taste of cock. As I described Tom's hard sexy cock, my first attempt at sucking and my first taste of cum, I could feel my cunt juicing up, getting very wet. As I described Bob and his taste for pussy, Mistress Karen came over to me. She told me to keep talking. She lifted my left shoulder strap and cut it with a pair of scissors. Then she cut the right strap. All the sisters were giggling at my predicament. As I described how Bob's long tongue had licked me to creamy satisfaction, Mistress Karen pulled the bra from between my titties and snipped it. Dropping it to the floor, Mistress Karen told me to show my tiny boobies to the rest of the sisters.

 

With my hands still behind my neck I walked around the inner circle of girls to show them my bare bosom. Mistress President told me to bend over so she could get a better look. As I bent closer she reached up and took my nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. She pulled them down. My buds stiffened, when she tweaked them. Mistress President let go and told me to finish showing them off. I continued my show. Several of the sisters took their chance to pinch and stroke my titties. I had never been touched by a girl, and all these tittie-touches were making my cunt so itchy. When I finished, I went back to the center and waited for more instructions.

 

Mistress President asked if my pussy was still virginal. I told her I had screwed with a couple of guys. She told me to describe the complete de-flowering session. I began to describe Mark, his gorgeous hard cock, and all the things we did that night. When I got to the part about "sixty-nining" with me on top and Mark slapping my asscheeks, Mistress President told me to stop, turn around and bend over. She told me to ease my panties down until just below my cheeks. I was embarrassed about showing them my ass. My panties were taut across my cheeks and pulled at my crotch. These were blue hip-huggers not the small g-strings I wear now.

 

Because of my hesitation two sisters quickly stood up and grabbed my arms. Mistress President asked Mistress Barbara if she would like to do the honors of my first sorority punishment. Mistress Barbara came up beside me. She had a ping-pong paddle in her hand. She placed it on my tight asscheeks. She told me I wasn't in the right punishment position. She told me to spread my legs double shoulder width apart. I did. She told me to reach down and grasp my ankles, that the sisters would keep me from falling over. I did what I was told, showing my pantied crotch to all the sisters. I expected my friend Mistress Barbara to deliver my first real spanking. Instead she took the scissors and started to cut the sides of my panties. She cut the elastic band at my waist. She snipped the leg bands, leaving a thin thread on each side to hold my panties on.

She asked the sisters if they wanted me punished. They all cheered YES.

She took hold of my panties by the waistband at the top of my ass. With one quick jerk, she ripped them off, leaving me stark naked. Bare for all these girls to see. All the girls cheered, clapped and whistled. Someone told Mistress Barbara that she had made a good picking me.

 

SMACK! A stinging warmth shattered my thoughts as that paddle came down on my upturned ass. I gasped more than cried out. I caught my breath. I heard applause. SMACK! SMACK! I gasped again as two quick hard blows came down, one on each cheek. Tears were welling up in my eyes. The stinging spread across my entire ass. More applause. Mistress

Barbara put the paddle flat across my ass. She rubbed it around and around, spreading warmth across my ass the way she might spread peanut butter on a sandwich. The sisters were cheering her on. She continued to spank me, slower, softer, covering all my ass with a tingling glow.

 

She stopped and rubbed the knobby paddle around my cheeks again. She stroked that paddle down the back of my right thigh, all the way down to my knee and then up the back of my left thigh until the top of the paddle came to rest at my opened pussy. She turned the paddle up so only the top edge was touching me, right along my tender slit. She gently stroked it up and down my tingling love trough. I had submitted to a play spanking from Mark after a teenaged temper tantrum, but it didn't make me tingle like this. I had an itching burning desire spreading from my loins.

 

The sisters let me up. I stood up and faced my audience. They applauded. Mistress Barbara wiped the tears from my eyes and gently kissed my cheek. She told me to continue talking about my cherry-popping session with Mark. Mistress Janet had to remind me where I had left off. I was yearning for a fuck. By the time I finished telling them about "sixty-nining" with Mark, ending with his jerking cum-spewing orgasm, I was hotter than I had ever been. I was horny enough to fuck any cock. I began to describe how Mark had stroked his bulging cockhead up and down my eager virginal cunt lips. I was itching to fuck, and it was showing.

 

Mistress Karen came over and put her arm around me. She told the sisters that she thought I had a little problem. She asked me if I had a problem. I knew what she wanted to hear. I told them that I was horny, that I wanted to fuck. All the sisters laughed. Mistress President said that they didn't have any boys handy but that there was another solution. Mistress Karen told me to reach down and spread my pussy lips. Slowly I did it. She told me to put my finger on the tip of my clittie. This was something I had never thought of doing, playing with myself.

Slowly I moved the tip of my middle finger over my passion button. The sisters giggled. Mistress Karen told me to continue talking and to start rubbing my clit. I talked about Mark rubbing my slit with his cock. Sliding his cock up the full length of my slit, he had made me willing to take his manhood into my virgin depths. Talking about him and rubbing my button, I was feeling just as willing but this time willing to do other things. Mistress Karen told me to rub my finger thru my slit the way Mark's cock shaft had. I talked about Mark's throbbing, pulsating cock, and how he had aimed it at my virgin hole. I rubbed my clit faster. Mark pushed ever so gently, until his cockhead was in me. I rubbed harder, pushing my inner lips apart. Mark kissed me. He plunged his cock into the center of my womanhood, my virgin love canal. He held me, I held him. I slowed my cunt strokes but pressed my clit harder. Mark started long slow strokes in my hot hole. My cunt walls cling to his gorgeous man meat. My cunt was juicing up, oozing onto my sliding finger. Mistress Karen told me to dip my finger into my creamy hole. I pushed the tip of my finger into myself, just the way my lovers had. Mistress Karen moved her hand down to my asscheek.