By Cynthia Blaine
[This story features significant discipline and involves bodily functions. So, if this is not something you want to read, please stop here. All characters are 18 or over.]
Dianne Morrison and Dennis Ward were in big trouble at the college they attended. They had been a steady item for more than a year and now as juniors, they were both sitting in the dean's office, awaiting their fate.
Dianne was an immensely popular girl with a nice figure and lustrous auburn hair--the proverbial girl next door who easily made friends. Dennis was self-effacing despite his status as a lacrosse standout and an academic star as well.
Dianne was pledge mistress of her sorority, Alpha Psi Kappa. In planning this year's initiation, she had organized a session in the house where the pledges were blindfolded and put through the usual torments of Hell Week. She had involved Dennis's fraternity, Lambda Sigma, in the session, with Dennis as the point man.
The pledges were told to strip to their panties and put on blindfolds. Then each was paddled over her panties by one of the fraternity brothers Dennis had brought to the sorority house. That was the plan, nothing more involving the fraters.
But Dennis had allowed each of the boys to take the pledge he had paddled into a sorority sister's room. The boys were told in no uncertain terms that they could have the pledge remove her blindfold and then each boy was allowed to kiss the girl. That was all that was going to happen.
One girl, Marcie Whalen, however, was charmed when she removed her blindfold and saw the handsome Dennis facing her. She yanked her white panties down and off and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs invitingly. Dennis was at first surprised and then concerned.
Marcie grinned at him and said quietly, "OK, big boy, you whacked my ass; now you see what I've got, how about a quick lay?"
Although he knew this was going way beyond the rules, Dennis stared at Marcie's cute tits and nice bushy beaver. She wore her blondish hair in a pretty ponytail. It didn't take him long--despite his knowing that he might be in trouble with Dianne, his girlfriend--to take down his slacks and briefs.
"Oh, you are big!" Marcie exclaimed. "I hope you'll fit in my little coochie," she smiled as she beckoned him to come and get her.
He was charmed by the forwardness of this girl, this freshman. He came over, felt her between the legs and teased her a little with his finger and could feel that she was already very wet down there. It didn't take him long to gently press his now very erect member into her pussy. He had no problem entering nor did she feel any discomfort as his cock filled her.
As she had requested, it was a quick fuck. He did not come inside her, and he pulled out after a short interval and kissed her sweetly.
"OK, honey, you better put your undies back on and we'll get back to your initiation before we both get into trouble," he informed her.
She frowned but realized he was thinking of her and her relationship with the sorority sisters, so they soon reappeared in the main room.
"You were gone for a bit longer than everyone else," Dianne whispered to Dennis when he reappeared. "Did you do something that I'm not going to be happy about?"
She could tell from the look he gave her that she had discerned exactly what he had been up to.
"I trusted you with that pledge, Marcie," Dianne scolded him. "She's a real pusher. I bet she just gave you a nice crotch shot, and you followed her finger right into that soppy hole, right?"
Dennis's face was ashen. He hadn't expected that Dianne would figure out what he had done with such an easy touch.
He shrank and told her he was really sorry.
"I'm going to give this some thought," Dianne announced to him. "You better be ready to take some shit because we could be in deep doodoo."
She had that right. It turned out that Marcie had told all when she returned to her freshman dorm. Her roommates urged her to go to the dean's office and say she had been seduced: despite her resistance, she had been raped.
The dean who dealt with these matters, Barbara Griffin, was an experienced hand at the college. Dean Griffin had graduated from the college, was now in her late 30s, and knew just about everyone and everything in the college. She had flowing blonde hair and a nice figure. She wore gray pinstriped suits most of the time, only because she knew it conveyed the authority she had managed to acquire over the years. She took care of problems so that the president and provost didn't ever have to deal with them.
She gave Marcie one look and started in on her. Barbara told her to sit on a low couch while the dean remained behind her massive desk.
"So, you got into some trouble at Alpha Psi Kappa, eh?" Barbara started, seeming not terribly upset by what her assistant, who had interviewed Marcie, had prepared in her write-up.
"I was raped there, Dean Griffin," Marcie said in a soft little-girl voice.
"So, this big junior took you into a bedroom?" Barbara responded. "What did you think was going to happen?"
"I thought he'd kiss me, and we might make out," Marcie said emotionally. "I didn't expect him to force himself on me."
"OH, so that's what happened," Barbara continued. "You didn't do anything to lead him on, right?"
"I didn't think I did," Marcie said softly. "I liked being kissed so when he pushed me back on the bed, I was in a friendly mood."
"Did he tear off your panties?" Barbara asked calmly.
"He pulled them down," Marcie admitted.
"Didn't that bother you?" Barbara went on. "We sent you to the clinic for a SANE exam and there's no indication on your body of being forced to have sex with him."
"Well, he did push himself between my legs and then...yes, he was inside me," Marcie declared.
"Let me be blunt with you," Barbara now said firmly. "You may or may not be telling me what happened. We're not going to press this, and if you go to the authorities off campus, I doubt they are going to be overly impressed.
"But I'm going to do something for you," she added. "I'm going to throw the guy who had sex with you out on his rear and his girlfriend, your pledge mistress, too. That way, we can say that whatever happened wasn't what should have happened. We'll leave it at that."
"That's all?" Marcie asked, trying to understand why the dean had not been taken with her story.
"Yes, that's all," Barbara said. "This shouldn't have happened, but I know what he will say, and it would be enough for us to drop the case. I'm throwing them out, they will have to come to me and file a request to be allowed to return. I've spoken to the sorority president and told her about it. She likes you and says the house will accept you as a full member, a sister, I guess, if you still want to be one. The pledge mistress will be gone by the end of the day today. So will her boyfriend. The president said that if and when the pledge mistress returns, she will be barred from any contact with you unless you want any. I hope this is acceptable to you because it's a learning experience for you.
"You weren't a virgin, were you?" she said, expecting an answer.
Marcie was surprised at the question, but she wasn't going to lie to the dean.
"No, I was not," she said, "although I don't think that should make any difference."
"Well, if anyone proceeded with this, it would," Barbara said sharply. "Or maybe you want every guy you've had it off with called to tell his sorry story."
"No, I don't want that," Marcie said quickly.
"Then sign this," Barbara said as she handed her a letter form. "It says you spoke about this with me, and you agree to the way we are handling it."
"When will they get to come back?" Marcie asked. "Next year?"
"It depends on how they behave when they're gone and how they respond to my questioning them at that time," Barbara explained.
"So, they could be here then?" Marcie went on.
"Yes, they could be," Barbara told her. "But nothing has been decided and it will not be decided until they request re-admission. The sorority house, by the way, will be closed for the next month. They agreed that they had been irresponsible. If you feel able to continue to interact with them, they told us that they really would like you to join them. They say they want to make it up to you. We do believe that these group members need to take responsibility for injurious behavior, but I doubt many of the members participated in planning this particular session. This of course is always up to you."
"Does that sound right to you?" Marcie now asked.
"It does, yes," Barbara told her. "This is always your call, and I can't really advise you because this is one of many decisions you now have in your hand at college."
"I respected Dianne," Marcie said. "I thought she was cool and a truth teller. Now I'm mostly disappointed in her."
"She knows that she bears some responsibility for what happened," Barbara said. "She's being punished. After that, it'll be your call if you even want to speak to her."