Sorority Pledge In Trouble

Everybody loves a sorority pledge who breaks the rules and gets caught, even in this enlightened age when the hazing paddle has been securely retired to its places of dubious honor on Greek house trophy walls across the land. Especially when the pledge in question break the rules by riding a hard-shaking washing machine for masturbation fun:

According to my mom, I should be relieved. In the old days, the school administration didn’t regulate hazing, and it was a lot crueler. More public humiliation, but Mom wouldn’t elaborate further.

I still thought that pledges doing nothing but cleaning every moment they were not attending class or a sorority function was crazy. Doing the cleaning in nothing but a bra and panties would be humiliating for some. We were on display, but I’d convinced myself it was nothing more than a bikini, and the big sisters who teased me just felt jealous of my figure.

All the pledges had the same dress code, so I refused to obsess on that.

I needed relief. I took a load of delicates out of the dryer and put a new load in. Relief, definitely. It haunted me as I folded. Pledges couldn’t date…no sex. It was hard enough to adjust to college and pledging, but no sex was just too much.

I knew it was supposed to promote sisterly dependence and attachment. The lecturing on the pillars of the sorority still rang in my ears. Unfortunately, none of the sisters seemed inclined to help me break the rules. At night, I did my best to self-service in silence, but we eight pledges shared a room. Way too limiting.

The old washer started to rock in the spin cycle, and I leaned in. The temptation fueled my need. I looked around. The basement of the house was dark and empty. No one would know. Except to do laundry, the girls never came down here. Moving my folding aside, I hopped up on the washer and maneuvered so my slit was right on the edge. I got the effect even with my panties on. I moved and leaned my hips into the motion so my clit got a full blast. Intense vibrations drove me harder. With both hands balanced just right, I wanted to free one to give my nipples some attention. They were very sensitive, and it made me ache when I thought of the neglect. One leg stretched down the side and the other extended across the top of the washer as I rode holding on with both hands.

Masturbation remained a last resort; I’d never enjoyed it as much as sex with others. But today, I couldn’t deny the desperation!

I leaned back and freed one hand without falling. My left nipple twinged as I twisted it, and the stimulation shot right to my clit as the spin cycle worked my pussy. “Yes!” My body shook with an orgasm and rubbed against the cold metal. Slowly, I began to refocus. I could easily get off again, but the best cycle was over.

Then I realized someone had walked in. Simone had found me.

“Get off of there.”

My face burned; I’d been caught. I climbed down and made sure things were covered.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Does this show I have your loyalty? Dedication?” Simone’s voice rose as the junior closed in on me.

“No. I couldn’t help myself.” I was seriously screwed!

“Couldn’t help? What else did you do? Use my dirty clothes as some sex toy?”

My head popped up. “Of course not. I wouldn’t violate your personal things. I just had time between loads and the vibrations…” It was worth it. Whatever Simone did short of banning me from the sorority — the machine gave me a bit of satisfaction.

“Well then, if a nympho like you can’t handle our simple rules or control yourself, then we’ll have to dismiss you as a potential sister.”

“No, please! I deserve sisterhood.”

“You don’t want to be a sister. You can’t put us first. Give the sisters a few weeks to teach and test you. That’s all we asked.” Simone reached out and pinched a firm nipple, still hard beneath my purple and pink bra.

I tensed at the act, but she offered more of what I really needed. I wanted more as my nipple throbbed. Simone rolled my nipple. A moan came from my throat just loud enough. From Simone’s eyes, I could tell she’d heard it.

“Then again, maybe you want to be closer to your sisters so badly your energies are wasted?”

“What do you mean?” I tried to shake the sexual haze. None of the sisters had hinted at lesbian tendencies, but they separated the pledges during hazing time. My summer fantasies had yet to pan out as I’d hoped.

“I’ll do anything to be a Tri-Pi. I got weak, but I can do better. I swear.”

Slowly, Simone smiled and looked me over, turning me. “I’m sure you will, with a little help. Finish up my laundry and come directly to my room…

This masturbatory vignette is from Sorority Girl Pledge Time by Cheryl Dragon.

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