PENA'S STORY: Part 22: Reflections: Rites of Passage.

In my life so far, I have submitted to three separate Rites of Passage. Each was very different, but in every case, the genitals were directly involved.

University

When I was 19, the postman handed me a fat envelope bearing the crest of one of our most prestigious universities. I tore it open and rapidly scanned the covering letter. I had been selected to take part in their Bachelor of Arts program with philosophy as my major. I ran upstairs and told Mother. We sat down together and read through the wad of paperwork. Of course I accepted and four weeks later found myself nervously taking part in a Freshman induction ceremony.

I was billeted in a room with 4 beds. We had our own washroom but there was not a lot of space. My room-mates were friendly and we sat together at the induction. We went back to our room and soon afterwards there was a loud knock on the door. Two women in lab-coats stood outside who informed us we had to undergo medical checks so we would be covered by the university's health plan. The elder woman, Sherry, was in her 50s and looked quite strict. Her hair was tied up in a bun and she had very little make-up. The other woman, whose name was Joanna, was in her mid thirties and was showing a fair amount of cleavage.
Joanna asked us to sit on our beds and the two women began to question us. It began with the usual questions but soon became quite intimate. We were told to be frank and honest with our replies. We were asked such questions as:
Q: How do you masturbate and how often?
Q: Do you have a boyfriend and if so, do you have sex together?
Q: Have you ever made love with another woman?

We were then ordered to strip to panties and brassiere. Each of us was then taken separately into the bathroom. I went in second. Sherry began to examine me with a stethoscope. Joanna went behind me, unhooked my bra and deftly slipped it off over my shoulders. Sherry informed me she was going to check my breast for lumps. Joanna told me to place my hands behind my back and stand up straight. She pulled back my shoulders firmly while Sherry prodded and squeezed my breasts. Naturally, my nipples began to increase in size and Sherry tutted as she tweaked them firmly between thumb and forefinger. At last it was over and Joanna let go of my shoulders.

I knew what was coming next and I could feel my heart-rate picking up tempo as Joanna slowly slid down my panties. In those days I had a sizeable bush of tangled hair topping my pubic mound. Sherry began tugging at it, slowly teasing my outer labia apart as she did so. I was quite moist inside despite the unpleasantness of the examination. Sherry knelt and prised my labia fully open with her thumbs. She examined every part thoroughly and reported her findings in embarrassing detail to Joanna, who was taking notes. She asked me about my masturbation habits. I had previously answered this question in the bedroom in front of my room-mates and my answer was the same. In those days I would pleasure myself about three times a week by lying naked on my bed, stroking my clitoris with one finger. Sherry demanded I demonstrate my technique and I had no option but to comply as Sherry gazed at my genitals from a distance of a few inches. Sherry stood after a few seconds and I gratefully removed my finger.

Joanna then handed me a small glass receptacle. There was a wicked smile on her face as she pointed to the WC. By that time I was feeling pretty fed up with the amount of intimacy and decided to made a stand. I knew that both women were looking at me so I looked them in the eye and sat on the WC with my legs spread as wide as I could as I allowed my urine to flow into the container. I deliberately made a show of mopping off the remaining drops with a tissue. I stood and handing my specimen to a meek-looking Sherry who thanked me. One point to me!.

I was told to replace my underwear and go back into the bedroom. The next room-mate took my place in the bathroom and I sat back on my bed in silence. At last it was over and the two women in lab-coats departed. We were all feeling a bit low and one girl burst into tears. A few days later we discovered that the medical exam was bogus; every freshman had to undergo it despite rules forbidding such activity. A few days later I met Erin in showers of the university's swimming pool and we became lovers. I was glad to move out of the cramped room on campus.

Law School

When I started at law school I had to endure yet another boring induction ceremony. At the end of the presentation I cautiously made my way to my room which I had all to myself. A few days later, a representative of the "Lambda Phi sorority" called on me. She informed me I was to attend the next lodge meeting in the old convocation hall that evening at 9 pm. She smiled and handed me with a bright green lapel button which I was to wear at the meeting. She gave me a poorly printed pamphlet to read that bore this insignia on the cover.

The lodge meeting was attended by 6 fresh graduates like myself and a larger group of mature students. I discovered that the lambda represents the clitoris and its crua while the phi represents the labia and perineum. At the end of the meeting the speaker announced that each new law student was to locate a senior sorority member with a matching lapel button. I walked up to a smartly dressed woman bearing a bright green button with the word "Sylvia" written on it. Sylvia took my hand and led me out of the hall and into a small room behind the stage. Inside were four more final-year students who grabbed me and held down while Sylvia began to remove my clothes. I made up my mind to relax and accept, hoping I would get off lightly. The holders loosened their grip and I stood quietly as Sylvia undressed me and fondled my breasts until my nipples stood to attention. Sylvia parted my labia and slowly inserted a lubricated dildo into my vagina. It was huge and it hurt a little. Sylvia's finger located my clitoris and began a gentle stroking. She was clearly quite expert and I found myself enjoying her ministrations. A few minutes later I was told to dress. Each girl hugged me; they must have undergone the same initiation themselves and I did not blame them personally. As I was about to leave I faced Sylvia and thanked her in a clear voice. She was quite taken aback and squeezed my hand as I left and headed for my room. The adjacent door opened as I passed and a tearful new law student ran out, almost knocking me over. She recognized me and we walked back to the lodge together. She had struggled as her clothes were forcibly removed and her tormentors were quite rough. So I had done the right thing by relaxing and accepting the inevitable!

Twenty minutes later there was a knock on my door. It was Sylvia. I invited her in and she thanked me for making it easier for her; nobody had surrendered during a hazing before and she told me I would make a fine lawyer. I guessed her intentions and allowed the "brazen" Pena to emerge! I told her my clitoris had enjoyed her stimulation... She touched my knee... I stroked her hair... She stayed the night and I discovered her tongue was more adept than her finger. I slept with Sylvia a few times but there was no romance or feeling of fulfillment so we stopped seeing each other. In any case, Sylvia had shown me a well-worn bath-brush and mentioned she was into erotic spanking - something I did not really want to get into at that point in my life!
The university outlawed hazing the following week after the daughter of a senior judge made a complaint. Anyone caught tormenting freshmen would be expelled and the rule was strictly enforced.

The two previous experiences were examples of how society in general treats those who try to better themselves through education. Hazing is done solely as a means of humiliating someone and offers no benefit whatsoever. My third Rite of Passage has been described in the previous sections of my story. Yes, there were a few unpleasant or painful moments but I was treated with love and respect the whole time.

part 23 to follow...
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