Phi Kappa Psi - Part 3 F/F

Monique was getting nervous. The Board members had been
discussing her punishment in whispered tones for a long time.
The two other girls had already been sentenced and were gone.
In fact Shelly had been sent for immediate punishment in the
other room. Monique wondered what happened to her. The first
girl, Giselle had been sentenced to get paddled. Monique's
stomach had gone topsy-turvy after hearing that sentence.
Everyone, including, herself had gotten spanked now and then,
but the last time she was paddled was during Initiation. She
wished she had never smoked that joint. It was sort of unfair
in a way, she thought. After all, other people in the sorority
had been smoking. It just that when the campus police came in,
she was the one with the joint in hand. The sorority usually
turned a blind eye to the members' party activities but since
she got arrested it was a different story. It was like a black
mark against the sorority, especially since the school paper
would carry the story on Monday. Her roommate bailed her out
but someone already knew because when she came back to her
room there was an official summons to appear before the "D"
board on Sunday. So here she was, waiting for the Board
members.


"I wonder what they are discussing, " she thought.

What they were discussing, in fact, was how severe her
punishment should be and what it should be. One of the board
members, Lori, was insisting that Monique "really get it".
Stephanie, another member was agreeing. The last member, Lisa,
was the only hesitant one, although she wasn't too hesitant.
The fact of the matter was, Monique wasn't too popular with
quite a few sorority memebers. Part of the problem was that she
was a "legacy" and was guaranteed entry into the sorority. A
legacy is someone who's mother had been a member. Because she
was a legacy, she didn't have to participate in all of the
Initiation that everyone else did and of course didn't get
the right "attitude adjustment".

"Look Lisa," said Lori. "This is our chance to cut her
down a peg. She's always so high and mighty. Why she didn't
even go through Initiation!"

"I guess you're right," agreed Lisa slowly. "It just
seems that the caning would be enough punishment."

"No way!" said Stephanie. "I hate her! She is always
saying how much better her family is than everyone else's. I
guarantee you that no one is going to complain. Except her of
course, but thats too bad. Come on."

"Ok," Lisa said. She looked at those two eager, shining
faces. "There were really enjoying this," she thought. "Let's
do it."

With that the three turned to face Monique. The quiet
murmuring that had gone on during their discussion stopped.

"Monique, step forward," said Lori.

Monique rose up, trying to look repentant, and took a
step towards the table. She was really nervous and couldn't
help but tremble as she gazed upwards at the "D" committee.

The scolding that soon ensued was so sharp and cutting
that writing it down would not do it justice. Suffice it to say
that in the end Monique was crying openly and Lori had to let
Stephanie take over since she was out of breath.

"And so," intoned Stephanie, "you shall be caned in
front of the next general meeting one week from tomorrow.
Before that time, you shall receive written instructions
dictating your actions before and during the punishment.
Failure to comply perfectly will result in your expulsion
from the sorority and removal of your family's name from the
list of members. Do you understand and agree?"

Monique's head was swimming. Never in her wildest
dreams did she ever think that she would be caned or that it
would be done in front of everyone. She nodded a yes and then
stood there in a daze. She was vaguely aware of people moving
around, moving chairs and tables and such. Somehow she got back
to her room and fell asleep crying on top of the covers.

The next week was a trying one for Monique. Although,
general meetings were always held on Monday's this weeks had
been cancelled due to a holiday. Monique was hoping that
somehow, no one would attend the meeting the coming up Monday.
Of course she knew in the back of her mind that that was
impossible but she consoled herself that at least no one knew
yet what would happen. That was, until Tuesday morning. When
Monique had woken up that day and gone to breakfast at the hall
with everyone else she noticed a large crowd in front of the
kiosk that was between the two doors. People were reading some
notice and whispering. She noticed that some people were
pointing at her and whispering. With a sudden nauseous
realization she pushed her way closer and read:

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                 NOTICE

As some of you may know from the article in the
school's paper yesterday, one of our members was arrested for
smoking marijuana Saturday night. The Disciplinary Board has
decided that this person shall be caned in front of the general
assembly at the upcoming meeting. Therefore, attendence is
MANDATORY.
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And on the paper, over "one of our members" someone had
scrawled "Monique".

While no one was staring openly at Monique she could
feel their eyes on her. For the rest of the week she had to
endure whispers and looks. Some people were compassionate and
even came up and hugged her. Others smirked and looked knowingly
at her as if she was getting what she deserved. But whoever it
was, the general consensus was that she wouldn't be sitting for
a long time afterwards. As Monday loomed closer she was filled
with mixed emotions. Part of her was relieved that she could
get her punishment over with, while the other part was deathly
afraid of the pain and humiliation that was to come. She had
gotten the written instructions and couldn't believe what she
had to do. Her roommate consoled her by telling her how
everyone else had already gone through something just as
humiliating during Initiation.

As evening approached on Monday night, Monique was too
nervous to eat dinner. She dressed hastily, knowing that what
she wore wouldn't matter, as she would soon be naked. Her
stomach was filled with butterflies as she went to the large
meeting room. Here and there girls were chatting amiably in
small gruops. A couple girls glanced at her as she walked in and
smiled. She felt her face grow hot with embarrassment but tried
to ignore everyone. She took her seat and waited. The meeting
seemed to last forever since there were so many members
present. Everyone was laughing and having a good time, except
of course Monique. She tried to calm her stomach and stare
straight ahead. Finally, Lori called for order.

"Quiet please." Lori said. The cheerful chatter
subsided slowly. "I would like to thank all of you for coming
to this meeting in spite of your busy schedules. As everyone
should know, we have a bit of unpleasant business to take care
of. Last week, Monique was arrested for possession of
marijuana." Everyone turned to look at her as she wilted under
their gazes. "Not only is this against the law, not only is
this against the statutes of this sorority, not only is this a
black mark against her, it is a black mark against this
sorority and everyone in here." Lori waited a bit, letting her
words soak in. "For these reasons, the Disciplinary Board has
decided that she be punished, here today, before everyone.
Please clear the floor so that we may begin."

Everyone stood up and started clearing the floor of the
chairs. Monique stood in the center of the room silently,
looking at her feet, wishing she could disappear. No one said
anything as they pushed a clearing in the center of the room.
Soon Monique was left standing alone in the center of the room,
while everyone else stood in a ring around her. The gauntlet of
people opened up to let through Lori and Stephanie. Lori was
carrying a long cane and a small plastic bag.

"Ok, strip!" said Lori. She handed the cane to
Stephanie and opened up the plastic bag.

Monique slowly peeled off her skirt. Then her blouse,
then her shoes and socks. With a deep breath she undid her bra
and took it off. Tears welled up in her eyes as her full breasts
sprang free from their restraints. They hung marvelously away
from her body as she bent over to slide her panties down. After
folding her clothes and placing them in a small pile on the
ground, she straightened up. Her hands moved slightly to cover
herself before she remembered that it was forbidden. Clenching
her hands into fists she waited, all too conscious of every
member of the sorority staring at her naked body. Hanging her
head she let her hair fall about her face, hiding it behind a
cascade of sweet chestnut.

Lori, who had been watching her intently, stepped
forward and pulled Monique's hair away from her face. She
pulled it into a pony tail and tied it with the string that she
had used in her own hair.

"There you go," she said. "We don't
want to hide your beautiful face now, would we?"

 She ran her hand down Monique's backside, stopping to gently squeeze one of
Monique's cheeks. Oh how resilient! she thought.

"Ok, it time for the insert. Feet apart and hands on the ground please!"

Monique obeyed while Lori removed something from the
bag she was holding. It was a small piece of ginger root that
had been soaking in a bath of concentrated juices. It was
shaped long and thin on one end and sloped to a wider, flat tip
at the other end, sort of like a golf tee.

There was a small titter around the room as Lori slowly
inserted the root into Monique's rectum. Lori pushed it as deep
as it would go, until the base was firmly pressed into Monique's
anus.

"You may stand now." Lori told the furiously blushing
Monique.

Monique stood and tried to ignore the faces around
her. While she waited she could feel the root and the juices
having their effect. A slight itch at first which soon
increased to a burning sensation. She sniffled and wiped a tear
from her face as she stepped from foot to foot. The burning was
getting worse and standing with her legs together was
unbearable. To alleviate the discomfort she had to spread her
legs apart, and her buttocks. She wasn't allowed to touch her
behind but her hands itched to do so. How she wanted to remove
that root! But she couldn't. And as time went by, and everyone
looked on, she had no choice but to stand with her feet wider
and wider and to try and keep her cheeks separated. By now, in
an effort to lessen the burning, she had slightly stooped
forward and arched her back. Her face contorted slightly as she
concentrated on keeping her hands at the sides during this
discomforting ordeal. At this point, Stephanie stepped forward
with the cane.

"Alright, hands on knees!" she ordered.

It was almost a relief to be able to bend over with her
legs apart and rest her hands on her knees. Her back was
already hurting from the strain of the awkward position. Her
hair, bound as it was, did nothing to hide her face, and
everyone could see her worried expression.

Stephanie raised the cane high and brought it down in a
swift arc. It bit deeply into both cheeks with a snap.

"Ughh guhhh!" cried out Monique. She couldn't help but
hop a bit. The initial intense pain of the strike faded as the
searing burn of the stripe increased. The tears started flowing
more freely as Monique realized that this was only the first of
many.

Stephanie waited for what seemed as forever to Monique
before the next stripe. Stephanie wanted Monique to feel every
stripe in its fullest. To feel the pain of the strike and then
the ache which spread from each stripe. She raised the cane
again then brought it down hard. It placed the second stripe
more than an inch away from the first. Monique cried again,
louder than before and her hands almost left her knees. It was
hard to maintain position with nothing holding her, nothing
tying her down.

Meanwhile, everyone was watching in awe at Stephanie's
skill. Some were egging her on to hit harder while others were
silent. Some girls couldn't help but rub their own bottoms with
each stroke, trying to imagine the intense pain. Each time the
cane bit, there was a collective gasp at its force. In the
minute or so pause that followed each stroke, there was whispered
comments. Most of the first year girls were either promising
themselves that they would never do anything to warrant the
cane or that they were glad it wasn't them under there.

Now Monique had six parallel stripes across her derriere.
They were angry red tinged with blue and had a cloud of scarlet
blush emanating all around. Each one was more that an inch
apart from its closest neighbors. Nowhere did two stripes
touch. They just reached out in dark red, and slowly faded to
pink. Monique was crying uncontrollably. When the last few
stripes had bit she had screamed out and jumped up, unable
to hold her position. Hopping about, she cried and cried. It
was almost comical because the ginger root had been insiduously
doing its work, and she couldn't close her legs. She was sort
of hopping around bow-legged in an effort to lessen the pain in
her cheeks and her rectum. But waiting more between each stroke
did nothing to help her, because the pain from the previous
stripes just increased, as did the burning from the ginger.
Lori and Stephanie let her hop about for a bit, but tried to
get her back in position for another strike every minute or
so.

After the sixth stroke, Lori took the cane from
Stephanie. She also produced a mouthpiece which she put into
Monique's mouth. It was no easy trick because Monique was
hopping around and crying. But they eventually got it in.
Stephanie helped Monique back into position and Lori got ready
to take her swings. The seventh cut went diagonal over two of
the previous stripes. Lori actually was aiming to place a
stripe between the two but Monique's fidgeting upset her aim.
With this stroke Monique practically shrieked and leaped
in the air. It was a good thing they gave her the mouthpiece
because she could have bit her tongue.

The next five strokes were the same. Lori actually did
get a one of them perfectly between two stripes but the others
criss-crossed Monique's derriere. She had been barely able to
assume the correct position. The pain in her cheeks was easily
eclipsing the pain in her rectum. Standing erect left less room
between the stripes for Lori to aim for but it did allow more
flesh to receive the blow. When it was all over she was hoarse
and out of breath. She fell to her hands and knees, tears
pouring out of her eyes as she sobbed.

As they walked by her, each sister gazed at the
hatchwork of blue and red raised stripes that was Monique's rump.
Everyone was quiet, each one contemplating their own thoughts.
The senior girls remembering similar situations and the newly
activated ones somber at the thought of receiving similar
discipline.


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