Down Bad In The Dorms Pt 02

"What do you mean you can't pay your dues?" Melissa's eyes are hot with anger.

I shrug, wincing as my Big, the assigned mentor that all new pledges get when they join a sorority, huffs around in anger in her room. She has her long, dark curls pulled back into a ponytail and is wearing a Zeta crewneck with her terrycloth sleep shorts.

"Someone T-boned my car and I had to spend the money to get it fixed." I say, tugging at the hem of my cropped jean shorts. "Do you think Stella will understand?" I ask hopefully.

"No, Mandy, I don't think Stella is going to

fucking

understand!" Melissa snaps at me.

I groan, sinking into a ball on the fuzzy rug in the middle of her room. "What am I going to do?" I grumble.

Melissa sighs, rubbing her temples. "Just...let me talk to her. We will figure something out...you just might not like it."

She stalks out of the room, leaving me curled up in a ball on the floor.

I had finally gotten into Zeta, my dream sorority. I was only a freshman, and it was my first time rushing. My roommate Abbie had tried to talk me out of it, saying she had heard weird rumours about Zeta parties from a few juniors on the lacrosse team that she

somehow

already knew. But I'd heard about how Zeta was the top sorority on campus, the girls that every frat was clamouring to party with, so I knew that I had to get in.

All the saving that I had done throughout the summer, in the slim

tiny

off-chance that I would get in, evaporated so quickly when that stupid van crashed into my car. I couldn't just leave the passenger seat damaged, I had to get it fixed so I could still drive to my part-time job off campus. The whole week had been completely ridiculous. And now my sorority dreams are vanishing before my eyes.

I hear the click of the door, signalling that Melissa is coming back in. As she opens the door, I realise that I am willing to do anything to stay in Zeta. Anything.

"Get up." Melissa says. She walks over to the paddle hanging over her desk. "I really didn't think I'd have to use this so early in the year." She says with a bewildered tone.

My eyes narrow at the hefty wooden paddle in her hand.

What is she going to do with that?

"Come on," she beckons, "Emergency meeting."

Now I am

really

wondering what the hell she is going to do with that paddle. But if it means I can stay in Zeta, I'm willing to go with the flow. I follow Melissa out the door and down the hallway. The other girls in the house are streaming out of their rooms, and we all make our way down into the basement. This is where we usually conduct the "rituals" that we pledges need to do to be inducted into Zeta. But there is no ritual scheduled for tonight.

Stella, our Zeta president, stands on a table in the basement, towering over the other girls from the house gathered. Her hair is pulled back into a long blonde ponytail and her glacial blue eyes spot me immediately. With a grin, she beckons me and Melissa to the front.

"Sisters!" Stella calls out, and a hush falls over the room, "It seems we have a problem with one of our pledges."

I swallow, feeling the eyes of everyone in the room on me.

"Apparently, Mandy here isn't going to be able to pay her dues." Stella calls out in a mocking tone. Murmurs ripple around the basement.

I open my mouth to say something, and Melissa elbows me in the ribs, shutting me up.

"Now, Pledge, did you apply for scholarship? For any financial assistance?" Stella asks with a lilt in her voice.

I shake my head.

"For the room please!" She says with bravado.

"No." I say, a little louder than intended.

"But you'd like to stay in Zeta?" Stella asks sweetly.

"Oh yes, please. I'll do anything." I say earnestly.

"Do you hear that sisters?" Stella addresses the room, "She'll do

anything!

" Muffled giggles around the room make me start to re-consider my blatant admission.

"Well pledge, lucky for you we have a roster of fundraising opportunities lined up with some of the frats this month." Stella says, looking at me. She then turns back to the small crowd of Zetas.

"Now normally, we let the pledge class pick who will be the main attraction of each fundraiser. But maybe we can make things easier and let Mandy here fill in a few slots to pay her dues." Stella looks around the room, letting a pause hang in the air. "All votes to let the pledge

earn

her dues?"

I look behind me to see most of the hands in the room raised in the air. Well, that was simple. Hopefully the fundraisers aren't too much work.

So what's the catch?

I look over to Melissa, who has a tight grimace on her face.

"Well now that that's settled, it's time to punish the pledge." Stella motions to Melissa, who pushes me forward as whoops of excitement sound off from the crowd behind me.

Punishment?

Melissa hops onto the table, sitting on the edge. "Get up here and lay across my lap, ass up."

I hesitate before I do what I'm told.

Anything for Zeta.

I realise then that my Big is probably going to spank me with the paddle, which is kind of weird and humiliating, but I think I can take it.

I carefully lay across Melissa's lap. Her legs are warm and smooth, but her hands are cold as they touch the waistline of my shorts.

"Hey!" I say, "What are you doing?"

"Shut up pledge." Stella barks from the side. "Take your punishment or get the fuck out."

A mixture of whoops and ooooo's erupt from the Zetas watching. I can't see their faces well in the darkness, but I know that almost everyone who lives in the Zeta house is present. Melissa hooks her thumbs in the waistband of my shorts on either side of my hips and slides them down. My ass is out, with nothing but a pink lacy g-string to cover my crotch, which hopefully no-one can see.

My face reddens as Melissa pats my bottom gently. I feel so embarrassed and exposed in this position.

WHACK

I gasp at the slap of the wooden paddle against my bare ass. It hurts, but it also sends a shiver down my spine. I squirm in her lap. I want to protest but I hear Stella's voice in my head telling me if I don't shut up and take the punishment I'm out.

WHACK

The second slap feels delicious on my bare ass. I further embarrass myself by letting out a small moan. The girls in the crowd murmur and laugh. I can't believe how much the smacks hurt, and yet something in my core wants more.

WHACK

I let out a whimper this time, and Melissa uses the hand that has been on my lower back, holding me in place, to gently stroke my hair just above the nape of my neck. My cheeks redden at how wet I'm getting from this.

"I think she's had enough." Melissa says flatly.

"Again." Stella commands.

WHACK

This time my gasp is a full throated moan. I clench my fists as giggles from the crowd fill my ears. They seem to be enjoying my humiliation. And unfortunately, I seem to be enjoying it too.

"Is she wet?" Stella asks. My eyes widen.

Am I what?!

I hear the sound of Melissa putting the paddle down. She's still petting my hair when I feel her fingers brush up the fabric of my g-string. A fire lights in my core.

What the actual fuck?

"Soaking." She replies, no emotion in her tone of voice.

Stella laughs, and the other girls in the room clap. "She's a natural, she's going to rake in soooo much at the fundraisers!"

What the fuck is going on?

I'm relieved that the smacking has stopped, but I start to worry about the fundraiser. What does this blatant humiliation have to do with a

fundraiser?

"Alright pledge, chapter, dismissed!" Stella calls out.

As the room disperses, I slowly get up from Melissa's lap. My face is still flushed as I pull my shorts up. Before Melissa leaves, I call out to her.

"Hey, I uh, left my bag in your room." I say awkwardly.

"Oh, no probs. Let's go get it." She says as if she hadn't been spanking my bare ass. As if I can't still feel the delicious ghost of her fingers tracing up my g-string.

Bewildered, I follow her back up the staircase and down the hall to her room. She unlocks the door and goes to hang up the paddle. I stare at the wooden thing and then at the fuzzy rug where I was curled up before.

"Um." I start, "I think, I could use a little more punishment." I look at Melissa to see her reaction.

She stops, stares at me, and then a smile spreads across her face.

"Oh yeah?" She says, walking over to me with the paddle still in her hand. She takes my chin in her hand and tilts it up to look at her. Her almond eyes are gleaming with lust and her smile has turned into an impish grin. "Did you know I said the same thing the first time I was punished?" She grins.

I'm not sure what to say, but the heat in my core is unbearable. I want to feel her hands on me again.

"Alright pledge. How about this time you take everything off." She smiles and goes to sit in her chair. "Except the g-string. Let's keep that on for now."

My heart is pounding. I slide my shorts off and whip the shirt and sports bra I'm wearing over my head. My C-cup tits bounce as they spring free from the spandex. I'm shivering from the cold and a bit from excitement as I walk over to my Big, who is sitting at her armless desk chair.

I position myself across Melissa's lap, just like in the basement. This time, she starts by stroking the small bit of fabric covering my crotch. I moan openly as she presses against the slick fabric.

"Wow pledge, you're soaking." She says mockingly.

WHACK WHACK

She spanks me twice this time in quick succession. I groan in pain, but I want more.

WHACK WHACK WHACK

"Ugh" I cry out, my ass stinging from the shock. She isn't holding back, and I don't know how many more I can take.

I brace myself for the next smack, when I feel her fingers move the fabric of my g-string aside. I choke back my pleasure as she explores me. She inserts one of her fingers into my entrance, pulling back and forth against my slick walls, and then inserts a second finger. The sweet pressure and her gentle stroking are a sharp contrast to the pain she had been inflicting all night with the paddle. I start to buck my hips in her hand as she slides her fingers in and out against me, angling against my walls to pet my g-spot.

"Oh my god, Melissa what the

fuck

" I cry out.

"Hold still pledge," She says.

WHACK

She smacks my ass again while her fingers are still inside me. My toes curl and I can feel a building pressure in my core. I feel so exposed, laid out across her lap with my tits rubbing against her thigh. My own Big, the woman who is supposed to mentor me and guide me through sorority life, has her fingers inside me.

I hear the clatter of the paddle on the desk and I feel her other hand cup my right breast. As she picks up her pace finger-fucking me she pinches my sensitive nipples, making me cry out. I am completely under her control, and I don't want it any other way. The pressure in my core builds, and I know my orgasm is coming.

Her hands leave my breasts and I hear her pick up the paddle. I brace, waiting, and nothing comes. I know that if she spanks me anymore, I'll come undone.

"Please" I whimper, her fingers a steady pace in my dripping slit.

"Good, beg for it pledge." She growls.

"Please spank me." I say, breathless.

"Why should I spank you?" She says in a mocking tone.

"I've been a bad pledge. Please," I gasp, the need radiating to my thighs. "I need to be punished!"

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK

I shudder as release washes over me, the pain and the pleasure mixing together as my walls constrict around Melissa's fingers. The pleasure rolls through me and her fingers slowly pulse in and out, timing the waves of my orgasm. My heartbeat slows and I'm aware that Melissa is gently rubbing my nipples, caressing the nubs. As my breath steadies, she pets my hair and removes her fingers.

"Alright Mandy, go home. You have a big week ahead of you." Melissa says in a much softer tone.

"What about you?" I blink in surprise as I slink down to my knees on the ground. I'm ready to do whatever she wants.

"Later," She waves me off. "I'll call to collect, don't you worry." She winks.

I quickly dress and wave my goodbye to Melissa, shouldering my bag ready to make my way back to my dorm room. I blink in surprise at everything that has happened tonight, and realise I may be way in over my head in this sorority. Maybe Abbie was right.

As I walk back, I think about how badly I have dreamed about being in this sorority. I consider the fact that the "punishment" was a good indicator of what the fundraisers would entail. In that case, I might be out of my depth, and being a Zeta might not be worth it.

I also consider the amazing orgasm that my Big just gave me. A smile creeps up to my face. I might be out of my depth, but it's possible I might enjoy whatever the fundraiser requires, and I realise that I won't know until I try it out.

If anything, I decide I should talk to Abbie and try to find out what she had heard from her lacrosse friends.

I arrive at my dorm room and jiggle the door handle, which seems to be unlocked.

"Hey Abbie, you won't belie- OH FUCK!" I quickly slam the door shut and stand outside the door.

I had just seen Abbie, on her knees, in front of that friend of hers who comes over with weird drinks. I had always suspected that there was something going on between them, but I never anticipated walking in on them. Abbie's tits had been completely out and on display, and the guy's semi-hard dick had been out.

What the fuck is going on tonight?

"Sorry Mandy! I totally forgot to lock the door." I hear Abbie call through the door, her voice muffled.

"Fucking hell Abbie give me a warning next time!" I yell back. I think about whether I should crash in the common room, when the door opens again and the guy rushes out, bottle of liquor in hand.

He doesn't even acknowledge me and rushes down the hallway.

Rude.

I knock on the door. "I'm dressed." Abbie responds.

I walk in and look at Abbie for a moment, arms folded across my chest. She shoots me an apologetic smile. I want to lecture her about putting a sock on the door, anything to give me a signal not to walk in. But it's hard to stay mad at her.

"Ok, you'll have to explain to me what the fuck is going on with you and Drink Boy, but first," I grin, "Let me tell you about the absolutely

wild

night I just had."