Mallory (an average height, thin, brunette) and a Sorority Punishment

Mallory knew she’d fucked up. She hadn’t meant too, but people rarely ever fucked up majorly and meant too. She’d been drunk, but the Sisterhood had long since established that **** was no excuse for poor behavior.

She stood outside the chapter room waiting. She’d put on one of her best outfits for the occasion. A thin navy blue blouse that she had worn tucked into a neat black pencil skirt. She’d even wore a pair of pantyhose to try and pass off the image of a respectable young woman… not a drunk dumb slut like she had been that night a couple of weeks ago.

She nervously twirled her shoulder length brown hair and paced. The click of her heels echoed in the empty hallway. The only other noise was the distorted voices coming from the chapter room. Even if there had been a chair right outside the chapter room she doubted that she’d be able to sit down.

The Sisterhood had long since adapted a code of conduct for those in it. If you broke the rules, wronged a fellow Sister, or made the Sorority look bad on campus the whole Sisterhood would come together and deliver a suitable punishment.

Sometimes it was community service hours. Or having to be the DD for a certain period of time. Mallory had seen girls **** to do others laundry, wear ridiculous or overly slutty clothes to a party, and even refrain from having sex for a period of time. But those had all been for minor issues. What she had done could easily see her expelled from the sisterhood.

Mallory was taken aback as the door to the Chapter room opened and she was beckoned inside.