Hazing the Cheerleaders (ENF)

by Carmen Lee

  As they walked down the hill, they passed a few people coming back from lectures. Christie greeted their appreciative comments with a smile and a wave, enjoying the look of frustration on Fran’s face as the cheerleader realised she’d found a girl who wasn’t easily humiliated.

  Christie made quite a sight as she followed Fran onto campus; the bright September sun shone down on her tanned body, her hips and buttocks moving seductively, her breasts just barely contained by her bra, her long brown hair moving slightly in the light breeze. There were more students around than there had been in the student village, and as they gawped at her Christie felt a strange sense of power at the way in which she could make them forget what they were doing and stare helplessly, just by showing a bit of skin.

  She followed Fran into the gym, and the two girls stopped in the main workout room, drawing stares and lewd remarks from the lads working out there.

  “As you know,” Fran said, “being a cheerleader takes a great deal of physical fitness, and we like to make sure that our new recruits have what it takes. So I’ve brought you here to put you through your paces. Let’s start with some stretches.”

  Fran made her bend over and touch her toes. Despite her resolve, Christie did feel a little shy at the thought of all those people staring at her arse. Then, she had to stretch her arms behind her back so that her breasts jutted out, straining at the confines of her bra. By this point, no one was working out any more – the whole gym was standing around staring at Christie.

  “I think this is getting in the way a bit, don’t you?” said Fran, pointing at Christie’s bra.

  “Not really,” said Christie.

  “No, I think it is.” Fran clicked her fingers. “Take it off.”

  “Go on!” shouted one of the onlookers. “Get yer tits out for the lads!”

  Christie shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant.

  Come on , she thought, it’s no different from life modelling. And at least you’re not completely naked.

  She took off her bra, not bothering to cover herself. The boys watching cheered – they were clearly having the time of their lives.

  “Ok, you’ve stretched enough – time to move on to the workout.”

  Fran took Christie over to the treadmill. She set it to an easy jog that Christie had no trouble with, but Christie soon realised why Fran had picked this machine to start the workout on. As she jogged in place, her uncovered breasts bounced and jiggled, to the delight of the boys. She blushed; this was not like life modelling at all. This wasn’t a respectable, artistic environment – she was being exposed and humiliated for the enjoyment of the crowd. Still, she carried on, determined to see this thing through to the end.

  Fran started to dial up the speed, making Christie run faster and faster until she was flat-out sprinting, her breasts bouncing wildly. All of a sudden, she lost her footing and slipped, going head over heels onto the floor. Fran and the assembled lads practically pissed themselves laughing. Flushed and flustered, Christie clambered to her feet, red-faced and sweaty.

  “Alright,” said Fran, once she’d got her laughter under control, “time to move on to the next exercise.” She pointed at the chin-up bar. “Ten chin-ups, without stopping to rest. You let go, or slow down, you fail the initiation. And if you fail, I’ll send you home without your clothes.”

  The very thought of that was enough to terrify Christie. She walked over to the bar and reached up to get a good grip on it. The first chin-up was easy, but as she was coming up for the second one, Fran stepped behind her and pulled down her underwear.

  Christie squealed, but she somehow managed not to lose her grip on the bar. She was now completely naked, with no way of covering herself up; the entire gym was treated to a full view of her arse and her shaved vulva. Still, she knew there was nothing for it but to complete the challenge. As she began pulling herself up again, Fran slapped her hard on the backside, to a chorus of cheers from the audience. Christie lowered herself down and went for a fourth chin-up, and Fran smacked her again. Christie was mortified, but she gritted her teeth and endured the wolf-whistles and catcalls, as well as Fran’s spanking, as she completed the rest of the ten chin-ups.

  Finally, she lowered herself back to the ground and let go of the chin-up bar to rub her sore bum. She didn’t bother to cover up – they’d seen it all anyway.

  “Well,” said Fran, “the good news is that the workout’s over.”

  Christie reached out to take her clothes back from Fran, but Fran pulled them away.

  “Hold on,” she said. “You’re not gonna get dressed when you’re all sweaty, are you? I think you need a shower.”

  The crowd were overjoyed. Fran led Christie into the men’s changing rooms, with about ten blokes following behind. Once there, she pushed Christie under the shower and handed her a bar of soap.

  “Come on,” said Christie, “this is going a bit far, isn’t it?”

  “It’s supposed to go a bit far. If you want to make the team, you’ve got to be willing to push your limits.”

  Christie had forgotten all about her determination not to let the initiation get to her. Now, all she was aware of was the humiliation of being made to shower in front of a whole crowd of men. Still, there was no getting out of it; if she backed out now, she would still have been stripped, spanked and degraded in public. There was no taking back what had already happened – all she could do was make sure it wasn’t for nothing. So she soaped herself up, washing her naked body, cheered on by the crowd. She closed her eyes so that she wouldn’t see the camera phones that recorded her as she rubbed her soapy hands over her breasts.

  “Remember, boys,” said Fran, “you know the rules – if you record her, you’ve got to blur out her face before you let anyone see it.”

  Christie should have felt relieved, but regardless of whether they blurred her face or not, her naked, soapy body would still be online to be masturbated over by horny men until kingdom come. After what seemed like an age, Fran reached into the shower, turned off the water, and handed Christie a towel.

  “Congratulations, Christie,” she said, “you’re a cheerleader.”

  Christie dried herself as quickly as she could and dressed. It was finally over, but she still hated Fran for breaking her – she’d sworn that nothing would make her blush, no humiliation would touch her, and yet Fran had managed to embarrass her. Someday, she swore, she would get her revenge.

  Chapter 3 – Tasha and Sian

  “Alright girls,” said Jane, “you’re mine for today. So from now on, you do as I say – if you’re not cool with that, you can leave at any time, and forfeit your chance at being a cheerleader. Are we clear?”

  Sian nodded, but she was already starting to feel anxious. She’d heard stories of the kind of thing that went on in these initiations, and although she was certain that most of those stories were either exaggerated or completely made up, now that she was about to find out for herself there was a part of her that worried they might be true. No, she thought – Pentregoed had a bit of a reputation, but all those rumours of public nudity and so forth were just that: rumours. She wasn’t about to fly into a panic over a few horror stories about initiates being stripped naked in public and other such nonsense.

  Beside her, she could see that Tasha looked terrified. Sian wondered if she had heard the same stories, and if she had, whether or not she had been naive enough to believe them. Surely not – Tasha looked like the shy, bookish type, not exactly sociable but definitely too smart to be taken in by gossip intended to frighten freshers.

  “Into the car now girls – we’re going for a ride.”

  Sian and Tasha got into the back seats, and Jane started driving. As they pulled out of the student village, she said,

  “Clothes off now, girls.”

  Sian was sure she’d misheard. “Sorry?”

  “I said take your clothes off. It should only take us a couple of minutes to get where we’re going, and I want both of you naked by the time we
arrive.”

  “But we’re in a car! What if people see us?”

  “Don’t worry – tinted windows. Noone will be able to see you,” then she looked back, winked, and added, “yet.”

  Sian could only gawp at her in mute horror. She’d heard about this before, the ways that the cheerleaders tested the mettle of new recruits, but she’d brushed off all the stories as rubbish. Now, she was wishing she hadn’t been so dismissive. She sat there in shock, unable to think or move. Then, looking to her left, she saw that Tasha had already taken off her top and was in the process of slithering out of her jeans. Sian stared at her in shock – she couldn’t believe this shy girl was going through with it! Her face was bright red and she was clearly embarrassed, but still, as Sian watched, she reached around and unhooked her bra. Sian couldn’t help but notice that Tasha had very big breasts for such a slim girl, with large pink nipples. Tasha saw her staring and covered her breasts with her hands.

  “Looks like Tasha’s got a head start on you there, Sian. Come on, get your kit off – if you’re not one hundred per cent nude by the time I stop this car, I’ll be very cross.”

  Still, Sian hesitated. She was terrified at the prospect of taking off all her clothes in front of Tasha and Jane – and the thought of being naked and at Jane’s mercy scared her stiff. But as Tasha finally handed the last of her clothes to Jane, Sian decided it was worth it, if it would mean getting onto the cheerleading team. She hurriedly took off her dress, hunching down in her seat to make sure no one could see her even through the tinted windows.

  “That’s the spirit!” Jane said. “Hurry up now – we’re almost there.”

  This was the hardest part. Taking a deep breath, Sian took off her bra, briefly exposing her small breasts before she covered them up with her arm. Then, she kicked off her shoes and used her free hand to slide her knickers off. She crossed her legs to hide herself and slouched down even further in her seat. Jane adjusted the rear view mirror to get a perfect view of the two naked, embarrassed young women. She laughed – the shy ones were always the most fun.

  Sian felt as though her entire body was turning red. She had never been so embarrassed in her life, and she had a feeling the worst was yet to come.

  Jane drove down to the far end of the beach, near an empty patch of sand hidden from the view of the rest of the beach by rocks. As she parked the car, she told Sian to hand over her clothes. Sian wasn’t crazy about the idea of giving up that much control to Jane, but she decided to go along with it – after all, she’d come this far.

  “Good girl,” said Jane as Sian did as she was told. “But not good enough. You didn’t strip fast enough for my liking – I can’t be having that. I’m the head cheerleader, and if you want to be on my team you have to follow orders without hesitation. So I think the two of you need to be punished. Sian, slide over a little. Good, good, now Tasha – I want you over her knee. Your friend Sian is going to spank you.”

  “What!?” Tasha yelped.

  “I’m not in the habit of repeating myself, Tasha. Either do as you’re told or feel free to leave. The door’s right there.” Of course, the implication was clear – if Tasha left, she’d be leaving without her clothes. Sian realised what a mistake she’d made in giving Jane her clothes. Now, she’d have to go along with the initiation, no matter what, unless she wanted to be walking home naked. Tasha seemed to have come to the same realisation; she climbed onto Sian’s lap, trying to keep herself covered as she did so. But while she was lying across Sian’s lap, she had to use her hands to steady herself, letting go of her breasts in the process. The feeling of Tasha’s naked skin against her own sent an unfamiliar thrill through Sian’s body.

  “Are you ready for your spanking, Tasha?”

  Tasha made a terrified squeaking sound that Jane clearly took for a yes.

  “Good. Now, Sian, I want you to give her ten swats on each of those lovely cheeks – and make sure that you’re not too gentle. If I think you’re not spanking her hard enough, there will be consequences.” Sian didn’t like to think of what those consequences might be.

  She raised her hand and delivered the first tentative smack to Tasha’s exposed rear. Jane tutted.

  “Didn’t you listen, Sian? This girl needs to be punished. Now I want you to spank her properly, do you understand?”

  Sian nodded, and tried again, with a bit of force this time. Tasha yelped as the blow landed. Sian stared for a moment at the girl’s quivering buttocks, mesmerised by the way the slap had made them move.

  “That’s more like it!” Jane said enthusiastically. “Now, nineteen more, just like that!”

  Sian spanked Tasha again and again, as Tasha squealed in outrage. Finally, the spanking was done, and Tasha sat back up again.

  “Ok Sian – it’s your turn now. And I think Tasha’s going to be out for some revenge.” Jane giggled as Sian positioned herself over Tasha’s lap, dreading the punishment she was about to receive.

  Tasha’s hand slammed down on Sian’s defenceless backside.

  “OW!” she yelled.

  “That’s what I’m talking about!” said Jane. “Oh, and Sian – you might want to keep your voice down. You wouldn’t want someone to hear you and come over to see what’s happening, would you now?”

  Sian realised with shock that Jane was right; she had to bear her punishment in near-silence, unless she wanted to run the risk of more people witnessing her humiliation. Tasha spanked her again, just as hard, and Sian had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. Tasha really was after revenge for her own spanking, and Sian was completely at her mercy.

  As the blows rained down on her rapidly reddening arse, Sian was overwhelmed by both pain and embarrassment. She had never imagined that she would find herself in a situation like this; completely naked and being spanked by another, equally naked girl.

  After what seemed like forever, it was over, and Sian could sit back up – gingerly of course. Her behind was extremely sore and she was sure it must be bright red.

  “Out of the car now, girls – I fancy a nice relaxing afternoon on the beach, don’t you?”

  Of course, they protested. Of course, the two of them found the idea unthinkable – to go out in public, completely naked, and with their arses red from a spanking was almost more than they could stand. But, in the end, they had no option but to capitulate. Jane opened the door and Sian stepped out, cowering, hunched over with her hands over her breasts and crotch, praying no one would see her. Jane looked at her, laughing to see her so embarrassed. Tasha scurried round the car to hide behind it on Sian’s side; they were at the very northernmost end of the beach, so they were a lot less exposed on that side of the car. Jane took two towels from the boot, and for a foolish moment Sian thought that they were for her and Tasha to cover themselves with. But no – Jane folded the towels under her arm and led the two women to the beach.

  Fortunately, the spot of beach Jane took them to was the deserted spot behind the rocks. The two girls walked awkwardly down the steps from the promenade to the sand, crouched over and trying to cover themselves as best they could, praying that no one was looking out of the windows of the buildings that overlooked the sea front.

  Once they’d walked the few steps down to the beach, Jane spread out one of the towels.

  “Alright, I think you two should sunbathe with me. And we don’t want you to get burnt, do we? So you’ll need this.” From her handbag, Jane produced a bottle of sun cream. “Tasha, lie down for a minute so Sian can put it on you.”

  Sian and Tasha both gasped, unable to believe how far this was going. They exchanged a look that conveyed their mutual embarrassment at the thought of spreading the sun cream over each other’s bodies – and then Tasha laid down on her front. Sian realised that she’d have to go through with it, so she took the bottle from Jane and squirted a little into her palm. Kneeling down, she started to rub it into Tasha’s neck and shoulders. This wasn’t so strange, she reasoned, trying to calm herself; she’d put s
un cream on her friends’ backs at the beach before. But then again, they’d never been naked, with Sian’s hand print visible on their buttocks. Sian worked her way down Tasha’s back. She paused when she reached her arse, then skipped over it entirely and began to spread the cream on Tasha’s legs. She rubbed it into her calves and halfway up her thighs, and to her surprise she found herself getting wet. Surely not, she thought – surely there’s no way this was turning her on? She stopped halfway up Tasha’s thighs, too nervous and confused to go any further.

  “Don't be shy now, Sian. Get that cream everywhere, or Tasha will end up with a nasty sunburn.”

  Reluctantly, Sian resumed her task, rubbing the cream right up Tasha’s legs. With the legs finished, she started kneading the cream into her arse. Know her arousal was undeniable; she felt incredibly horny as the other girl squirmed in embarrassment beneath her hands.

  Once Sian had finished, Jane ordered Tasha to turn over. She did so, but kept her hands and bush firmly covered.

  “No covering, Tasha – you’ve got to be careful when you’re out in the sun. Any exposed skin needs to be covered with sun cream. And,” she smiled, “you’ve got a lot of exposed skin right now.”

  Tasha’s face turned red at Jane’s words, but she did as she was told, revealing her full breasts and well-trimmed black pubic hair. Sian put a few dabs of cream on Tasha’s face, then started to spread it over the rest of her. She followed the same pattern as she had before, doing her neck, shoulders, stomach and legs first, wishing to put off the more embarrassing areas for as long as possible. But eventually, she had to turn her attention to Tasha’s breasts. It was an extremely strange feeling to be caressing another girl’s breasts, especially when both of them were completely naked and being watched by another, fully clothed girl. As she rubbed on the cream, Sian felt her nipples stiffening, and hoped Tasha and Jane wouldn’t notice. She was not a lesbian – she was sure of that – but something about the sensation of rubbing sun cream over Tasha’s soft, round breasts was turning her on ridiculously.