[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 made 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. 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 did happen. 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."