Greta’s Story: Naked in College - Sigma Kappa Gamma
A Naked In School Tale
by Chessman

Sam and Gramma Kramer moved me directly into the sigma Kappa Gamma house on the P-FIT campus the Monday of the second week of August. It was three weeks of pledge and freshman orientation prior to the beginning of the academic year, including the volleyball coach’s request that all volleyball players report, at that same time, for screening and evaluation.

Brenda was being moved into the freshman dormitory. Since it is across the P-FIT campus and a half-mile from sorority and fraternity row, as the crow flies, we would see little of each other socially unless Brenda pledged SKG, although we would be together on teams and in classes. I was trying my best to convince her to pledge, but certain aspects of SKG life did not appeal to her.

I did not have the luxury of saying no. I was a legacy; endorsed by two graduate sisters, my adopted mother Sam Kramer and my former program mentor Jan Thayer, and I had accepted the SKG athlete scholar scholarship for four years of tuition and room and board in the house.

The sign just inside the door of the SKG House made me giggle. “All Freshman pledges will leave their suitcases containing clothing in the great room on the first floor.” Sam had warned me that the three weeks of SKG pledging prior to the start of school required mandatory nudity. I was dressed in my summer tan, USDHEW NIS bracelet and my varsity lavaliere at the time and indicated I had no intention of deviating from my norm, now or anytime in the near future.

My pledge big sister met me in the foyer as I lugged my laptop and a duffel bag with bedding inside. Raluca Razkova was a junior and had been elected chapter vice-president and pledge mistress at the end of the last school year. “Pledge, where are your clothes?” she had bellowed at me. I showed her my bracelet. “Oh, you're THAT one,” she had muttered and looked up to see Sam staring icily at her. Meekly, “Sister Samantha, it is so good to see you again, this is your daughter?”

“Raluca, let us get something straight from the beginning, Greta is my daughter, and I am still the SKG priestess chaplain, and while I do not expect my daughter to receive favor over other pledges as her mother and as her sister in SKG we shall be sharing confidences. This house has been warned by National about its excesses, so let us not turn that warning into a probationary.” Sam smiled that smile of hers with the left side of her lip curled up, the one that said without words, 'young lady you are due for a paddling'. Apparently Raluca had seen this look before. I know I had and my bottom was reddened only too recently when I ignored ‘the LOOK.’

“Don’t worry ,ma’am,” it amazed me that Raluca backed off so quickly, “Greta is a legacy, she will be fine, and she will be seen after.”

As politely as I could I cleared my throat and said, “These bags are not getting any lighter, could you show me where I’ll be staying so I can put them down?”

Raluca showed Sam and me through to the pledge dorm, a large open room in the attic with about fifteen beds. Seven of them were bunk beds and the one single had a note on it, “reserved for Pledge Mistress.” I grabbed a lower with a desk under a window and made up my bunk after plugging in the laptop and setting it up to the P-FIT network.

I soon learned that the balance of the pledge class were first semester sophomores and had I not been a legacy and the scholarship awardee I would have had to sit out freshman year as well. SKG wanted women with a bit more maturity than a typical first semester freshman. The sorority rushed just before finals in spring semester and sent bids out just after finals ended. Twenty bids were the norm, but judging from the extra space in the pledge dorm a couple of beds had not been needed this year and there would be only fourteen of us.

Just after I’d said my goodbyes to Gramma (as a non SKG she could not enter the house) and Sam and assured them I would be fine, the intercom system blared, 'Pledges to the Great Room'.

Fine is a relative term. Thirteen other girls were standing in the Great Room. All of them dressed in summer frocks or shorts and tops, all of them with their suitcases open. A SKG big sister was rooting through the clothing, pulling out offending garments and discarding them. The mantra from the big sisters was, 'An SKG girl would rather be naked than be caught wearing this'. It seemed to apply to everything from cotton bikini panties to bobby socks to cashmere sweaters.

It most certainly applied to flannel nightgowns, terry cloth robes, and pajamas of any material. I stood before Raluca, who was my big sister as well as the pledge mistress, and did my best to keep my eyes foreword and not burst out laughing. She looked at me and had an even tougher time, twice she lost it and actually laughed out loud.

Lynn Palmer, the chapter president, coughed and asked, “Sister Raluca, is there a reason for your levity?” Raluca responded, “Madam President, my pledge seems to be the only one who knows how to dress for this occasion and had absolutely nothing offensive in her luggage. May I use my pledge as the example for the other hopefuls, ma’am?”

“Most assuredly, Sister Raluca you may display your pledge on the pledge stand,” Palmer gestured toward a riser about ten inches above the floor level of the Great Room.

Raluca looked like she was about to have a bit of fun when she told me to stand on the riser, she barked an order, one which she expected me to neither know nor follow in the hopes she might pledge discipline me. “POSITION ONE!” Immediately I drew myself upright, clasped my hands right over left behind my head and spread my legs at a forty-five degree angle. Both Palmer and Razkova gasped audibly.

Palmer recovered first. “Here you see the properly clothed and properly posed SKG pledge. Those of you who wish to continue your education in the ways of Sigma Kappa Gamma would be wise to mimic both the dress and the position of Sister Elect Greta.”

To me, she turned and said, “Position Two,” I dropped to my knees, legs still spread apart and hands still clasped behind my head. “Very well done, now three,” Palmer stated and my hands came from behind my neck and slid into position on my knees.

“It is easily seen that your mother is a SKG girl, Greta.” Lynn Palmer nodded and gave the command, “Release.”

With that I rose and stood on the display riser. She had released me from posing positions, but had not released me to resume my normal activities. Being submissive is sort of like playing Simon Says, when a Dom or Domme gives a command you follow it until they give another command that relieves you of the first.

“Excellent,” Raluca said, “now come on down, Greta.”

I smiled. Raluca then asked me, “Would you care to tell the sister pledges why you are still on the platform?”

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am with your permission,” a wave of the hand from Palmer indicated I had it, “Sister Raluca was not she who commanded me to stand on the riser, Sister Lynn did so, by granting Sister Raluca the permission to pose me, therefore; unless Sister Lynn has delegated all authority to Sister Raluca I am still obedient to Sister Lynn’s original command.”

Lynn then stated, “I release you from all pledge obligations for the rest of this evening and until I personally reinstate them, on the condition that you assist Sister Raluca in the education of these barbarically clothed women, bringing them into the sister pledge status needed to continue their education. Oh, and please do come down from the riser.”

I stepped off and looked at the thirteen other girls. Even I could tell that the interaction between some of them with the big sisters assigned them was leading to five or six resignations tonight.

There was a ceremony each night before dinner where each pledge lit a candle bearing her name. If a girl failed to appear to light her candle, or if before dinner ended she or a big sister extinguished the flame, she was out.

Five girls simply repacked their clothing and left the house after watching me being put through my paces. Now there were nine. The other eight, still a bit confused, looked at me. With Sister Raluca’s permission I explained, “For all pledge activities we are required to be nude, until classes begin that will be enforced twenty-four/seven. As the semester goes along and we go in and out to classes you will dress at the front door in the clothing your big sister permits you for that day and go to class. On your return you will remove the clothing granted you and neatly fold it and return it to your pledge box outside your big sister’s bedroom door.” I turned to Raluca, “Do they have permission to speak and to ask questions, ma’am?”

“Yes, Pledge Greta, they may do so of you, as they were all to have read the SKG handbook prior to arriving today and I can see be some faces they are even undisciplined in that.”

“How do you know so much about this?” One girl, Anne something, asked me.

“I have been living the SKG lifestyle since my sophomore year of high school." I went on to explain about my skin condition, my need to spend time every day nude while medicines were applied, how the nurse, the woman who would become my adopted mother, had taught me the basic positions and disciplines during those sessions and had continued to instruct me while I participated in the Naked In School Program during the last two years of high school.

That I lived and moved and had my being in absolute nudity totally shocked some of the girls, but when I explained that Sigma Kappa Gamma was a bearded cover for the priestesshood of the Sky Clad Goddess and nearly all rituals pertaining to the sorority would be done while nude, one or two of the women became decidedly uncomfortable.

Raluca then told the pledges, “It is time for your decision, either prepare to present yourself to the sisterhood as proper pledges, as demonstrated by sister pledge Greta, or repack your belongings and take the next several hours to find a dorm room on campus. If you are staying, be nude and in the dining room in fifteen minutes.” With that the pledge mistress left us.

I told the girls, “My mom, Sam Kramer, told me over three years ago that in submission there is freedom. There is a scripture that suggests wives be obedient to their husbands as onto the Lord. Well, obedience is not submission; for submission to be perfect the one who submits must love, trust, and honor the one who commands or dominates to the point that all decisions in his or her life are made by the dominant. When Sam adopted me and I adapted to the Naked In Society lifestyle, I could not believe how free I felt being within the structure of the program and having a loving parent with a firm hand to guide me into that freedom,” I paused, “my life before Sam was structured, rigid, and dominated; however, I was not free within that structure to live or to move and be what nature destined me to be. I was not free to love and be loved by both sexes, I was not free to enjoy the beauty given me in my body nor to enjoy the icy chill of winter upon it nor bask in the heated rays of summer. No, I was mentally and physically shackled more than any bondage restraint a Domme might place on me, and I was hurt more than any flay or rod could make upon me. Now I have no restrictions on my life other than what my Domme tells me I have. My mom released me to this chapter of SKG and now they collectively are my Domme; as they shall be Domme for you if you decide to remain in this house. These next few weeks may be uncomfortable for those of you who never submitted to the Naked In School program in High School, but you will survive them with the help of the girls around you. I do not know why the Sisters left me here to speak with you, but I do know that obedience to their desires is not an option. So, if you are staying strip and do it here and now. You were not given permission to leave the room and we will all be seeing each other as you now see me a great deal in the future. If you are leaving, gather your gear and do so quickly and quietly.”

As a gesture that I did not want to know who was making which decision I turned my back on the eight young women and waited a full five minutes by the grandfather clock in the dining room before I turned. I heard rustling and the outer door of the house open and close about a minute before I turned back to the girls.

The eight had become four. Lexis, Dottie, Anna, and Philly remained and were nude. I could not believe what a sight they were. Lexis, an Eurasian just over five feet tall with a pure boy figure, no breasts but huge eraser nipples and absolutely no body hair was delectable. Dottie, five feet eight inches of curves, African-American about a size twelve with thirty-eight C breasts just a tiny bit sagging, enough to trap a pencil and hold it underneath, and a pubic bush that ran from her navel to her mid inner thigh. Anna (Ah-nah), taller than Dottie by at least three inches and athletically built with 34B breasts and legs that went on forever had only a light dusting of blond hair in her crotch. She also had wicked tan lines; pure white triangular patches at her groin and on her breasts and a smaller triangle above her butt crack suggesting a summer spent in a thong swim suit. Philly gave the physical appearance of one of mixed bloodlines from Brazil or the Caribbean islands. Standing at five feet four inches and with a spot of white only at her crotch suggesting a summer of topless sunbathing her pubes were trimmed to a very thin landing strip of hair barely within the boundaries of the tan line.

Raluca entered the room at that point. “So Greta didn’t scare you girls off with her tales,” Raluca said in a tone that was far more gentle than I had thought it would be. “Well, that means you get to sleep here tonight at the very least. Now let’s have a look at you all.” She proceeded to walk around each of the pledges and made notes on her clipboard. She then walked around me and did the same.

“Well ladies, we have our work cut out for us over the next three weeks. Those of you with tan lines will be spending a great deal of time on our roof top sundeck losing them. Those of you, who have body hair, please introduce it to a razor before tomorrow morning. Greta I am giving you the pleasure of supervising the exfoliation of your sisters, and if they aren’t bare tomorrow you will get one stroke for every hair we find during inspection.” With that Raluca left us, tossing over her shoulder, “You may now go pick out your bunks in the pledge dorm.”

The big sisters had been busy while we were downstairs. There were only six bunks now, all floor level, left in the pledge dorm. With only five pledges and Raluca for the next three weeks, it was going to be difficult hiding in such a small crowd. (Not that they would let me hide any time anyway).

Dottie asked the question they all were thinking, “Greta, why don’t you have any hair on your body?”

“When Gramma, Sam and I came to the realization I was going to be the poster child for the Naked In Society Programs, Gramma offered to pay for laser hair removal. From the neck down, under both arms, pubic, pelvic and anal hair all removed never to grow back again. Now you can get the same effect from depilatories or by shaving but they are far less permanent, and trust me, when the pubes begin to grow back it itches like hell, so I think I made a good investment.”

“But,” Lexis asked, “aren’t there some guys out there who like their women with hair?”

“Ever have a guy, or a girl for that matter, complain to you about not getting hair in his or her mouth while eating you out, Lexis?” I asked her.

“I wouldn’t know, I’m a virgin and I’ve never grown any hair,” she replied. “I stopped developing when I was twelve. My gynecologist says my vagina is so small that even an average size male trying to penetrate me would cause me severe injury. However; I do have this,” she spread her legs without a bit of modesty or shame and displayed a clitoris popped out of its hood. It was a good three inches long and looked like it was erect.

Dottie grinned, “You have that and no guy or girl has ever sucked on it? Good lord girlie, if no one else wants it my mouth got dibs,” she ended by licking her lips.

“Play time won’t happen until the sisters say so, and we have three of you to rid of body hair,” I redirected their attention to the task at hand, “so does anyone have a couple of cans of Veet or Nair they are willing to donate to the cause?”

Philly (real name Philomena, but I hate it) pulled out what looked to be two twenty-ounce bottles of soda from her luggage. “This stuff comes from Brazil, it is very effective on all types of body hair and it is what I use for every place but here,” she pointed to her landing strip, “because it really burns on your lips.”

It took three hours to get the girls done, Dottie taking the longest as she had the most hair to remove and the coarsest hair as well. Each of us used a magnifying glass on the others, looking for and plucking stray hairs until we were sure we had gotten them all.

Raluca came into the room just as our time limit ended and began her own intimate search of each pledge. When she was finished she approached me, “You girls have not yet elected your pledge president, so I gave that position to Greta, just for tonight. Your pledge president will receive twice the punishment each of the pledges receives for infractions of the rules. While I see you worked hard to accomplish your task tonight, I noted five stray hairs on Pledge Dottie, two on Pledge Philly and three on Pledge Anna. I did not tell the pledges that they would be punished tonight but I did warn Greta. Each hair would be worth one stroke for each pledge. The total hair count came to ten therefore Greta shall receive twenty strokes. I am holding three Popsicle sticks in my hand. Each has a word written upon it. Greta, you will choose the instrument by which you shall be disciplined, the choices are cane, strap, or paddle. Please pull one stick from my hand.”

I stepped forth and took the one in the middle and went to hand it to her. She told me to read it out loud. “It says paddle.” I announced to the room and then handed the stick back to Raluca.

She opened a drawer, removed a ping pong paddle with a leather piece where the rubbery game paddle would be, and told the five of us to be downstairs in five minutes.

“How fair is that, I know there was no hair on any of us, we checked,” Dottie was angry.

“It isn’t about fair, it is about discipline. If it wasn’t the hair some other issue would have been used to cause each of us to be paddled. Expect this from now on, because I know the drill and have been subjected to this before, they are using me as the example for you. They will probably be harder on me than they will be on you in the future, just to see if the fear of corporal punishment will drive any more of you out of the house. Please don’t allow it to and remember what you see, for it will be expected of you sooner than you think.”

Four minutes later seventeen senior sisters and five pledges were in the great room of the house where an X frame had been set up. Raluca asked me, “Position Four or the frame, pledge Greta?” I assumed position four without saying a word. She asked, “Do you know what is required of you?”

I verbally acknowledged the affirmative. She gently touched my buttocks with the paddle. It took every effort in my conscious mind to not tense up. I knew from experience the tenser you were the more it hurt. The first stroke landed on my right cheek, “One thank you, ma’am,” she alternated right and left until ten stinging blows had left my ass rosy red and hurting. I counted every stroke and thanked her. When she had finished I thanked the sisters present for allowing me to be corrected and vowed to do better to bring honor to them, the chapter, and Sigma Kappa Gamma. A hard wooden chair was brought out then and I was told to sit down. I did so with legs spread at a forty-five degree angle and back erect, hands resting flat on my thighs, fingertips just touching the knees. I think the pressure of sitting on newly spanked flesh hurts worse than the spanking. I felt that they were trying to break me, but nothing they could do to me would stand in my way of becoming a sister of SKG.

The campus has a trail that circles it completely and is free of traffic except for joggers and bicyclists. The next morning Raluca had us up a six a.m. and told us our clothing for today would be our running shoes. I laced mine on and watched as the other girls also did so, three of them putting quarter socks on inside their shoes. I was concerned about this.

“Your instructions from Sister Raluca were specific, she said running shoes. If socks were a part of that she would have said so,” Dottie and Anna looked at me like I had two heads but took their shoes off and left the socks behind. Lexis left her socks on, indicating she hadn’t broken these shoes in and was afraid of blisters. I shook my head, 'Well your feet may not get blisters,' I thought, 'but your ass surely might.'

We all presented in position one on arriving downstairs in the foyer, waiting for our Pledge Mistress to lead us in our run. Raluca walked around us again, with her clipboard in hand, jotting notes.

“Pledge Greta,” she said, “you are scheduled for a five mile run with the volleyball team candidates at ten a.m.. Therefore, I am excusing you from the one-mile jog we are going to do now. Please report to Sister Lynn in the kitchen for house duty assignment.”

She had not told me to remove my shoes so, I thanked her for her consideration and I turned to leave the foyer and she stopped me, “Are you forgetting to do something, pledge?”

“Ma’am, I do not believe I am.” I responded.

“You won’t need your shoes in the kitchen, pledge.”

“The pledge mistress instructed me to place these on my feet this morning, ma’am, and she has not yet instructed me to remove them.” I replied evenly, using the third person and hoping not to be confrontational.

“Excellent pledge, the letter and the spirit of the command given,” Raluca responded, “ I now tell you, take off your shoes and return them to the pledge dorm before you report to the kitchen.”

“Yes, ma’am, thank you ma’am,” I replied.

“Oh, before you go, pledge Greta, pledge Lexis, did I tell you to wear socks with your sneakers? “ Lexis answered in the negative. “Did anyone advise you that if I did not tell you specifically to don socks you should not?” Lexis honestly admitted I had told her she should not. “Yet, the experienced fellow pledge you saw disciplined last night could not dissuade you from doing so anyway?” Lexis responded no again and tried to explain about her new shoes and blisters. “Pledge Lexis please remove your shoes and socks. Since you are afraid they will cause blisters you shall do our one-mile jog barefoot. Now are any of your sister pledges willing to share your pain? “ Dottie and Anna immediately removed their own sneakers, Philly followed the example a second later, I believe the hesitation was due to language comprehension. Raluca said nothing, but mentally I saw all of us bent over and being paddled that night.

I actually enjoyed my time in the kitchen with Sister Lynn who was a culinary arts major and showed me how to chop veggies for a fresh salad for the house lunch and how to measure and prepare a balsamic vinaigrette dressing for the salad. After the prep work I cleaned the kitchen under Lynn’s watchful eye. A cup of coffee and glass of grape juice later was released from the house to attend volleyball practice. Oopsie, sister Raluca had commanded I remove my sneakers. She had not told me I could don my volleyball uniform or my sneakers before I left the house. Oh, well, it wasn’t the first volleyball game or practice I had attended nude. So off I streaked across campus to the gym.

Other girls and guys were gathered around the two nets strung in the gym casually batting a ball over the nets and chatting. Apparently returning players from last year catching up after a summer away from each other, they saw me coming and greeted me with catcalls and wolf whistles.

“Sorry everyone, I’m pledging SKG and my pledge mistress was out of the house when I had to leave for practice.” I said, not realizing that Coach Donna Kelly was coming up behind me.

“An SKG girl never apologizes for being naked. It is expected of them, Ms. Demure,” Coach announced and then continued; “all of you shall introduce yourselves to Greta Demure over the course of the next few days. For now we have eliminations for varsity and junior varsity teams to consider and I want to get a spiking drill in following our five mile run. Ms. Demure, as far as the team is concerned you are in uniform and ready to participate. Let’s go run everyone.”

There are two running tracks in the athletic yards on the P-FIT campus. One is cinder and sand the other is synthetic grass. I was fortunate that Coach decided to run us on the synthetic surface. Between the run and the next hour of spiking drills I needed the shower I took at the gym. On my way back to the house I reflected on the words Coach had spoken and wondered to myself if Donna Kelly was a graduated sister. Better not seem to be too curious, but perhaps I knew a way to find out.

Sam had shown me her tattoo, the Greek letters Sigma Kappa Gamma inside a wreath of ivy leaves, on her left hip and told me SKG chapters varied but the tradition was either a tattoo or a brand on completion of pledge hell week. If I could catch Coach in the shower maybe I could discover if we were potentially sisters. If she was though, she probably had a pipeline to the house and today’s verbal flub might get reported. Oh well, it was now after one p.m. and house lunch was to be served by the pledges at one thirty.

The five of us served the seventeen sisters seated at the dining room table starting with the salad I had a hand in creating, followed by a nice clear broth soup and melted cheese and ham pannini sandwiches. Lynn permitted us the ‘leftovers’ in the kitchen for our own lunch. I saw a few leafy greens, about four ounces of soup and three burned sandwiches left. I let the other girls eat; I had been without food before and knew I could make it on a glass of juice and some coffee.

Dessert was simply a bowl of fresh fruit. Starting with the chapter president the bowl went around the table with exactly seventeen pieces to be shared.

The girls with tan lines were ordered to the sun deck for the balance of the afternoon leaving Dottie and me to clean the kitchen and prep for dinner with sister Lynn. She pulled me aside and told me she knew what I had done in the kitchen earlier. Apparently there were nanny cams all over the house with access monitors wherever there was a computer or television and we were never unobserved.

Lynn slipped me a piece of cheese and another glass of cranberry pomegranate juice to hold me over until dinner. She told me quietly that not every pledge that came through the house was as willing to sacrifice for her sisters particularly during the first few days of pledging. Further I was the house scholar athlete and they needed me to keep my strength up, she winked at me with that remark.

The next three weeks before class sped past in a blur of pledge activity, pledge discipline, (they did elect me pledge president so every time one of the other four screwed up I received double their punishment), and my sports activities.

Two days before classes were to begin Coach Kelly read out the final rosters for the season to come. I was to be a substitute on the indoor court volleyball team and was listed as primary net for the women’s beach volleyball squad. My primary back court player, someone I already knew could play the game, Brenda Adams.

It was after that practice, in the shower that Coach whispered in my ear, “Pledge, present for your sister,” and I immediately went to Position One and any doubt in my mind as to her status as a graduated sister disappeared.

“An SKG girl may be expected to do many things nude in public, am I correct, pledge?”

She asked me rhetorically yet I knew I needed to answer, “Yes, Coach.”

“As long as you are in pledge status you shall attend every game as you are now, no not soapy and wet, I saw the eyes pledge, do not start with me, but nude you shall be until pledge semester ends in December, understood?” She waited for an answer which of course was, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am.” As she turned to leave I noticed the Sigma Kappa Gamma tattoo on her left hip. Hers was inside of a red heart.

(to be continued)