By the afternoons I had gotten somewhat accustomed to the feeling. And to being careful.Toward the end of the week a sorority sister came to my room. ... knew her, of course, but she introduced herself anyway, and said she would serve as my Big sister during my pledge period. Her name was Nkechi and she was a Senior."I will try to look out for you, help you in any way that I can, and answer any questions that may come up," she explained. "You can confide in me if there are problems or you screw. ‘If your lover is pretending to be your French maid,then by pressing this combination of buttons, you canmake her stand like this.’And as a magnet in the strap of my ball gag wasactivated, pulling it down towards my collar and making itlook as if I was bowing my head, I felt my knees andankles pull together, my elbows become locked to thesides of my waist and my wrists bind together as they haddone before. And before I knew it, as much as I mighthave tried to struggle, I was suddenly a meek. I bled a lot and he got scared. He warned me never to tell anyone, and I haven't. You are the first person that I have told."I could see the tension build in her face as she "confessed" what she thought would be a disqualifying condition. With a stern look on my face I addressed her concerns, "April, you could not help the fact that you were raped by your neighbor. Nor do I consider that sufficient grounds to disqualify you. And I do understand your reluctance to tell me about it initially.. The school undertook to ensure that there would be no permanent damage as a result of the punishment, but parents should expect that from time to time it was likely that the girls would sustain severe marks on their buttocks.It was the disciplinary regime that made the last Friday in every month special, because that was when the punishments were carried out. This particular Friday was even more special than usual because it was also the first Friday in a new term. There had been a new intake.