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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Cheerleaders Receive Their Comeuppance. From the bestselling author of the Slave Girls trilogy comes a new novel of a naughty sorority and the fraternity determined they'd be punished for their misdeeds. "Beta, Delta, Sigma, Mu/Punish girls is what they do./If you tease or are a slut,/You will get a paddled butt,/Tied up in their dungeon cell,/Whipped into a private hell./Beta, Delta, Sigma, Mu,/Watch out or they'll punish you!/Yaaayyyy ... Beta!" That was the motto of Beta Delta Sigma Mu the most notorious fraternity on campus. When the most notorious sorority got out of hand, the men of BDSM took them in hand. A delightful, wicked read. Rod Harden's books are "the kind you read when you are all alone, convinced you will only take a peek, but soon finding yourself desiring more, hooked on the need of the characters, awakened to your own inner demons." Michelle Houston, Sensual Romance Reviews.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, 2004
eBookwise Release Date: November 2004

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [184 KB]
Words: 40187
Reading time: 114-160 min.

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"Beta, Delta, Sigma, Mu,

Punish girls is what they do.

If you tease or are a slut,

You will get a paddled butt,

Tied up in their dungeon cell,

Whipped into a private hell.

Beta, Delta, Sigma, Mu,

Watch out or they'll punish you!

Yaaayyyy... Beta!"

?Beta Delta Sigma Mu Fraternity Motto

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CHAPTER 1

The late August heat lay upon the campus of Smyth and Madison University like a damp quilt, but Gordon Bigger barely noticed. Shirtless, he sat in the bleachers of SMU's practice field in shorts and sandals, and watched the cheerleaders go through their routines.

SMU hadn't fielded a winning football team for years, but its all-girl cheerleading squad was widely known. They specialized in showing lots of skin while performing highly suggestive and seductive dance numbers that typically had little to do with what was happening on the field.

During practice, most of the girls wore spandex shorts and exercise bras, but one of them had her cheerleader skirt on. As she kicked her legs and swayed and thrust her hips, the short, black, pleated skirt flipped and spun, revealing flashes of blue panties underneath.

The blue and the black, thought Gordon. SMU's school colors.

Leaning forward, his eyes narrowed as he focused on the girl in the skirt. He knew her name, all too well. Bonnie McNeil. Haughty, stuck-up, cock-teasing Bonnie McNeil. It didn't bother him that she'd turned him down repeatedly for a date. It was the way she did so. As if he didn't even have the right to ask. As if she sullied herself every time she acknowledged his mere existence. She made it all too clear that his family's net worth was far too puny to merit her attention.

Not that it stopped her from acknowledging him when it suited her. Even now, as she gyrated and jiggled, she was making eye contact with him. She knew perfectly well he was there and why. With an obvious sneer, she tossed her head and spun into the next movement, causing her long fiery hair to flare like a flame flickering in the breeze.

Gordon shifted uncomfortably as he felt his erection strive for freedom. Just watching Bonnie's hot little body was enough to bring him right to the brink of creaming his shorts.

After finishing the routine, Bonnie hit the "Off" switch on the boom box they used for accompaniment, then turned to the others. "How 'bout a break you guys? I'm dying of thirst. Five minutes."

The rest of the girls agreed and headed for their respective gear bags. When Bonnie got to hers, she looked up at Gordon and met his stare for a moment. Then she turned away from him to retrieve the water bottle from her bag. She could have stooped down like the other girls, but she didn't. Instead, she bent over from the waist, keeping her long legs straight. She even flicked her skirt up so he'd be sure to get an unimpeded view of the perfect, heart-shaped curves of her ass.

Gordon swallowed hard. He was sweating, but it wasn't from the sun beating down on him.

Bonnie stood and turned toward him again. She twisted the top of her water bottle and took a long gulp before letting some of the water dribble down her chin onto her chest. It soaked her already damp exercise bra, then coursed down her bare midriff to her skirt.

Gordon sat motionless and tried to calm his breathing.

By then, the rest of the squad was in formation and ready to resume practice. "C'mon Bonnie!" called Karen Singer. Karen glanced up at Gordon and winked.

Gordon and Karen shared several classes together. They also shared a growing distaste for the redheaded captain of the cheerleader squad. Gordon knew Karen's feelings were mostly simple jealousy. She was every bit as pretty and talented as Bonnie, yet Bonnie got all the attention. Karen often quipped that being an insufferable bitch probably helped.

Gordon's animosity toward Bonnie was also shared by every one of his fraternity brothers at Beta Delta Sigma Mu. The frat house consisted of only seven young men, and they'd all been entrapped and humiliated by Bonnie McNeil.

Gordon was the most recent victim, but it was exchange student, Misha Petrov, who had made the off the cuff remark that had set the plan in motion.

"Why you let her get away for it?" Misha had said the day Gordon crashed and burned.

"You mean 'get away with it'," Scott Wilson had said, correcting Misha's English.

"Da. With. Maybe if Bonnie get punishment, she become better girl."

"Y'know," Gordon had said, brightening, "you might just have a point there, Mish. But how could we punish her?"

They'd sat in silence for a moment. Dozens of images ran through Gordon's mind as he pictured various ways he'd make Bonnie atone for her teasing ways if he had the chance.

Then Misha spoke up again. "You know, basement of house is perfect place."

"For what?" asked Gordon.

"For punishing girl! Like in dun ... dun ... how you say..."

"A dungeon!" said Scott. "Yeah, it is kinda like a dungeon down there."

"A dungeon's a great idea!" Gordon had said, brightening even more. The notion fit right in with his own dark thoughts. "We could build, like, a rack or some other torture device or two. Just to give her a real lesson."

Before long, all seven guys were pitching in with ideas and suggestions. Money was pooled. Plans were drawn. Materials were purchased. Construction begun.

As the plan moved along, Gordon had suggested bringing Karen into the scheme. He'd always heard that girls could be especially mean to each other given the proper motivation, and Karen was definitely motivated. Plus, the prospect of a little girl on girl action was irresistible.

It wasn't long before Karen was intimately involved in working out the details of the plan, as well as completing the dungeon. She even sat in for Bonnie to make sure the sizes and proportions were right.

And today, as Gordon sat in the bleachers, Karen's wink was the signal that everything was ready.

He sat back and waited until the girls finished practice, then sauntered down to the field.

"Say, Bonnie," he said merrily as he approached the relaxing redhead. "There's gonna be a party tonight at?"

"Do you hear a noise, Shirley?" said Bonnie to one of the other cheerleaders. "Some kind of annoying whiny sound?"

"Bonnie, be nice," said Shirley.

"Nice is for losers," snapped Bonnie.

"One date, Bonnie," said Gordon as sincerely as he could. "That's all I'm asking. Give a guy a chance."

She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. "Shirley, tell what's his name?"

"Gordon," said Gordon.

"?Tell Gorgon I don't date outside my species. Maybe if it had a car--and could be trained to drive--I'd at least think about it."

Gordon took a step back. "Well, all right then, Bonnie. If that's the way you want it, I won't ask you out anymore."

"Finally!" she huffed. "The monkey can be trained after all!"

Shirley looked at Gordon and shrugged in resignation. As he started walking away, he flashed Karen a knowing smile.

Behind him he heard Bonnie continue talking loud enough for him to hear, "Can you believe him thinking I'd ever let someone like him get his grubby paws on these." He turned in time to see her thrusting her breasts out toward him, taunting him even as he surrendered.

Pretended to surrender, he reminded himself as he headed back to the frat house to make the final preparations.