Diane's Submissive Adventures - The Sorority - Sex Stories

Diane's Submissive Adventures - The Sorority

... what was expected and went to work immediately on each other. The cane left marks but not so much as the first ones on Heather, and it didn’t take long for the room to grow void of slapping flesh and slurping tongues. Finally, it was Diane’s turn. “Now, my dear.” Shelia’s crop pushed up Diane’s chin until the girl was looking directly into her eyes. “It’s your turn, but I’m not sure we have a place for such a little slut like yourself,” Shelia turned her back and walked away almost causing Diane to panic. ‘No place for her!’ Diane thought. This was the perfect place for her! She resisted the urge to beg and simple stood as Shelia walked away. “Unless,” Shelia stopped walking and turned to look at the pouting girl, “Unless you would want to be our house bitch.” Diane’s heart fluttered, and she tried to agree but Shelia raised her hand and stopped her. “You would have to earn that position of course,” She said dismissively, “It would be much more demanding than just being a pledge. Do you think you could handle that?” Diane started to speak, but she thought better of it since they had been instructed not to and nodded instead. “Very good, little slut,” Shelia smiled, “You remembered to do as told. Get to the bench!” Diane hustled to the spanking bench and began to kneel on it but Shelia stopped her. “That’s not going to work, you don’t have a partner to eat your pussy. I guess you’ll have to eat your own.” Diane’s hands were tied behind her, and she was pushed to the floor in ...

... front of the bench in a modified headstand. The small of her back rested against the bench and her all her weight was on her shoulders that were flat on the floor. From her upside down position she was looking up at her own pussy and could see her juices were now beginning to make its way down her stomach. A couple of the sisters grabbed her legs and pushed them toward the floor making her wet slit move closer to her face. “All you have to do is get yourself off before I reach forty strokes,” Shelia hissed, “Or we start over.” Diane’s heart sank. There was no way she could get off with her hands tied behind her. The first stroke with the cane landed and the searing pain overwhelmed her body. Shelia brought the cane down full force again, and Diane screamed in both pain and pleasure as her juices began to flow steadily from her pussy and drip onto her face. Diane extended her tongue toward her pussy, but therewere still a few inches between them. ‘TWACK!’ Another stroke and Diane redoubled her efforts. She focused on her clit which was erect and getting closer to her tongue. ‘TWACK!’ Another stroke, and her ass was on fire from the cane. She begged the sisters to push harder, and the swollen bud moved a fraction closer. Now, she could feel the muscles in her back began to ache from the stretching they were receiving as Diane struggled to complete her task. ‘TWACK!’ She was vaguely aware of someone counting. Actually, she realized all the pledges were counting. She was gripped ...