SORORITY INITIATION (f/f exam)

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September 1, 1996

TO:SISTER PRESIDENT

FROM:Sister Kate

RE:Your request that I recount my initiation

SORORITY INITIATION
(Kappa Alpha Theta - Hopkins)

I was invited to join a Kappa Alpha Theta - Hopkins. One of my best
friends, and now roommate, is a sister in her senior year and had
nominated me. I accepted and was told to report to the sorority house
promptly at 11 PM Sunday night. I arrived a little early and was told
to wait in the hall. While I waited, several girls came down the stairs
and some whispered and giggled to each other as they passed me. Finally
my friend came down. She told me that during the initiation I was to do
exactly as I was told, and that if I hesitated I would be punished by
the sisters and if I refused I would not be allowed to join them. She
gave me a big hug and led me into the living room. It was an immense
room with lots of couches and overstuffed chairs in a horseshoe around a
big stone fireplace. My friend, Beth, led me to the center to stand in
front of the entire sorority. The President started to speak to the
sisters. She told them that I was the last of this year's pledges,
that Beth had nominated me. She asked if there were any objections so
far. No one objected. She turned to me. She told me that until I had
completed the initiation I was not to speak unless told to, to address
the sisters as "Sister" and to do everything I was told to do or suffer
the punishment. She asked if I accepted these rules. I said "yes".
All the girls giggled. She said she didn't hear me right. I said "Yes,
Sister President". One of the sisters took out a file folder, another a
Polaroid camera. She took a picture of me and gave it to the sister
with the folder. Then, one of the sisters brought a man in with a video
camera - they were going to record my interview and initiation.

Sister President told me that they need to know everything about me.
She told me to tell them all about my sexual adventures, to start with
my first kiss, to my first bare tit, my first feel of an erect penis,
etc. I started to tell them about my first boyfriend. I described our
first kiss, our first makeout session, and the first time I let him slip
his hand under my sweater and into my bra. One of the sisters spoke up.
She told me to take off my blouse. I looked to Sister Beth. She
nodded "yes". I unbuttoned my blouse and eased it off my shoulders.
Sister President said I could put it on a little table next to the
fireplace. I put it down and went back to the center. Sister Beth
told me to resume my personal history. I proceeded to tell them about
my boyfriend sucking my bare breasts outside a party. The sister with
the folder, Sister Julie, asked me what size bra I wore. I told her 32A
and continued about my next real boyfriend. He was the first to get his
hands into my pants to finger me. Sister Julie asked me if I had been
fingering myself before that episode. I told her I had never fondled
myself. I continued to describe my first view of his erect penis. A
sister from the back yelled out for me to take off my jeans. Again I
looked to my friend, she nodded "yes", I went to the table, opened my
jeans, slipped them down below my knees. I kicked off my shoes, stepped
out of my jeans, and laid them on top of my blouse. The man with the
video camera was moving about the room to film me from every angle.

Sister President told me to stand with my legs apart, my hands clasped
behind my neck, elbows out to the sides. When I was in position, she
told me to describe the first time I took a penis in my mouth. I then
had to describe the first time a guy ever went down on me. As I
described this, Sister Karen came over to me. She told me to keep
talking. She lifted my left shoulder strap and cut it with a pair of
scissors. Then she cut the right strap. All the sisters were giggling
at my predicament. Sister Karen pulled the bra from between my breasts
and snipped it. Dropping it to the floor, Sister Karen told me to show
my tiny breasts to the rest of the sisters. With my hands still behind
my neck I walked around the inner circle of girls to show them my bare
breasts. Sister President told me to bend over so she could get a
better look. As I bent closer she reached up and took my nipples
between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. She pulled them down.
My nipples stiffened, when she tweaked them. Sister President let go
and told me to finish showing them off. I continued my show. Several
of the sisters took their chance to pinch and stroke my breasts. When I
finished, I went back to the center and waited for more instructions.

Sister President asked if I was still a virgin. I told her I had made
it with a couple of guys. She told me to describe the complete
de-flowering session. I began to describe the first guy and all the
things we did that night. When I finished, Sister President told me to
turn around and bend over. She told me to ease my panties down until
just below my cheeks. I was embarrassed about showing them my butt. My
panties were taut across my cheeks and pulled at my crotch. They were
blue hiphuggers. Because of my hesitation, two sisters quickly stood up
and grabbed my arms. Sister President asked Sister Beth if she would
like to do the honors of my first sorority punishment. Sister Beth came
up beside me. She had a ping-pong paddle in her hand. She placed it
against my tight cheeks. She told me I wasn't in the right punishment
position. She told me to spread my legs double shoulder width apart. I
did. She told me to reach down and grasp my ankles, that the sisters
would keep me from falling over. I did what I was told, showing my
pantied crotch to all the sisters. I expected my friend Sister Beth to
deliver my first real spanking. Instead she took the scissors and
started to cut the sides of my panties. She cut the elastic band at my
waist. She snipped the leg bands, leaving a thin thread on each side to
hold my panties on. She asked the sisters if they wanted me punished.
They all cheered, "YES". She took hold of my panties by the waistband.
With one quick jerk, she ripped them off, leaving me stark naked. Bare
for all these girls to see. All the girls cheered, clapped and
whistled. After the spanking, the sisters let me up. I stood up and
faced my audience. They applauded.

Sister President said it was time to continue the interview. Some
sisters brought out a padded bench and an extra triangular pillow.
Sister Julie told me to kneel on it. Sisters Beth and Karen came next
to me. They took a cloth tape measure and began to take my
measurements. My bust, my waist, my hips. Sister Julie told me to lay
down on the bench. Two sisters lifted my legs straight up, lifting me
up until they could position the pillow, and then they positioned me
with my butt just at the end of the pillow. They stood at the end of
the table and held my legs apart. I couldn't really see what was
happening. Then I heard giggles and Sister Julie returned. She said it
was time to measure me "inside". She held up a long tube, at least a
foot and a half log, with ruler markings on it. The sisters held my
legs up and apart while Sister Julie inserted the tube into my vagina;
first, she rubbed the tip around the outside and I could feel that it
was lubricated. Then, she slowly inserted it into me. When she had it
all the way in she told me that this was not meant as punishment, just
the same measurement that all the sisters took. Then she slid it out.

Sister Julie then told me that they were going to measure my "ass
depth", and asked me if I had ever had sex back there. I told her "no",
but I saw her with a smaller tube. She smiled and said she would be
gentle with my virgin butt. She began to rub something slippery on my
hole. It felt cool and tingly. She rubbed gently around and around and
then from my hole radiating out. She rubbed the grease slowly into my
hole. She pushed gently, probing, greasing, spreading my hole open.
She pushed her fingertip into me. It tingled, out from my butt and
across my entire crotch. She twisted her finger around, I squirmed.
She pulled her finger out, and put some more grease on my pucker. She
put the tip of the tube against my backdoor, and slowly, gently pushed
it inside my butt. When I felt it reach in as far as it could go, she
stopped for a moment, then slowly removed it.

Sisters Karen and Beth helped me sit up and then get off the table. The
sisters led me upstairs. They brought me into a room with a padded
table like a doctor's examination table. There was a sauna in one
corner. They motioned me into the shower room. It was at least 10 feet
square, with two rows of shower spigots around the three sides. Sister
President turned on the master control and I was instantly drenched.
The upper row of spigots were aimed at the center of the room at the
height of my shoulders. The lower row was aimed at my waist. They told
me to turn around. I turned slowly, letting the hot streams of water
wash me all over. They turned the water off. Sister President said it
was time to make sure I was nice and clean. Sisters Beth and Karen
stepped forward and started to undress, they had on bikinis under their
clothes. They stepped into the shower with me each holding a big soft
sponge and a squeeze bottle. Sister Beth squirted some green liquid
across my chest. Sister Karen started rubbing it with her sponge. When
I was all soaped up, they took hoses from the walls. Sister President
told me to stand and face them. She told me to spread my arms and legs.
I stood spread eagle as my sisters sprayed me with a fine warm mist,
rinsing my body. The water was turned off and the sisters began to dry
me.

Then they brought me to the outer room and helped me up onto the
examination table. My sisters stood on each side of me with Sister
President at the foot. They lifted my legs and pulled me down to the
end of the table. They pulled my legs wider and held my arms over my
head. Some of the sisters lifted my bottom and put a pillow under me,
exposing me for all to see. Sister President pulled out a pair of
scissors and snipped a lock from my bush. She handed the curl to Sister
Julie who put it in a plastic bag. Sister President snipped away all of
my pubic hair. When I had nothing but stubble left, she laid a hot, wet
washcloth on me. Sister President removed the cloth and sprayed a glob
of shaving cream onto me. She spread the cream all over the stubble,
massaging it into every little hair. She brought out a razor and shaved
off my stubble. I looked over and saw two sisters, each with a filled
enema bag.

Sister Julie took one of the enema bags and I noticed that it had a long
nozzle on it. She stepped between my thighs and I felt her inserting
the nozzle into my vagina. It wasn't long before I felt liquid
squirting inside of me, and draining into a basin that had been pulled
from under the table. When this was finished. Sister Beth stood next to
me, holding the other enema bag. She told me that they were going to
fill me with a warm soapy solution. She said there would be a bit of
cramping that would pass as I relaxed and my insides loosened up. She
said that they would stop whenever I told them that it was
uncomfortable, but they wanted me to take as much as I could. She asked
if I was ready for my cleaning. When I told her "yes", Sister Karen
began to lubricate my hole.
* This text adapted and modified from original text by EAGER BEAVER

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