A sorority story, spanked for grades, F/F,rl

Hi!
Just found this story, it was one of my 'lost' sorority stories. Wrote this back about eight years ago...
For more background, you have to read my other sorority stories, already posted here. ************************************************************************************
You might remember that I had said that our house was very academicaly minded, and it wasn't just talk, either. For that first semester, the pledges had to show every paper, every quiz, every test, to their big sister, and heaven help your bottom if you got anything below a B (for you non US types, that would be a 3.0 on a 4.0 scale). At first, we all just wanted to do our best anyway, and with the more or less studious atmosphere at the house, it made it easy to get help and just get your work done.

Now all of us pledges had gotten paddled several times over the next several weeks for minor infractions of the rule book, but this was not real offense type of things, more like, "Quick pledge, what is the first sentence on the top of page 20 in your pledge book?" And when you didn't know it, you would get a quick spanking, and so more than likely would everyone else around you, just for being there. But it was not overly severe, although tear provoking, and embarrassing.

But grades, now that was a different matter. But you know how it is, you spankee's and lover's of spankee's. Sometimes, when a threat has been made, no matter how dire the consequences are made to sound, you just can't believe that the spanker really, truly means it. And that even if they do, that you should be able to at least sweet talk your self out of trouble at least the first time. That was what happened to oh, let's call her Beth (because that's her name...).

She was the one with the plump little bottom who had gotten it first on our initiation night. She was a sweet vivacious girl, who came from a far more relaxed household than I had, and we used to pal around a lot.

Well Beth wanted to be an electrical engineer, and also get a degree in computer science, no easy subjects. She was not the most disciplined (well, self disciplined anyways) student however, and kept her bottom out of trouble by means of frequent last minute study sessions and all night cramming, and her papers were ALWAYS turned in at THE last minute.

I came over to the house to socialize and do some work after dinner at the dorm, and when I went in, there was everyone else, gathered in the living room, and from the sights and sounds that greeted me, the spanking I walked in on had been going on for quite some time. There was Beth, upended over her big sisters lap, and she was going to town on that round little rump with Beth's pledge paddle.

Her panties were in a heap on the floor, and looked like they had been kicked off and not just placed there. Her fanny was glowing red, and looked very swollen and sore, from the top of the crack to a good hands breath below her thigh, and length of her crack had been dealt with as well. There didn't appear to be any white left on her poor bottom, except when she kicked real wide, and the only thing that saved those little bits of unspanked inner cheek was that the paddle was to long to get in there like a brush could have.

The other pledges were all standing by their big sis's, looking worried, and I was called over to mine by a crooking of her fingers, and she did not look happy to see me!

"Where have you been young lady!?" was what was hissed into my ear, the same one she had grabbed ahold of when I was within reach.

" I called and left a message with your roommate that you were to eat here tonight, as we had society business."

I squeaked out a quick and quiet reply that she had never given me any message, and that I didn't know.

She seemed to accept it (and it was the truth, even if I do have a habit of fibbing) but then whispered to me that she would be giving me a spanking anyways tonight in her room for not being in attendance at a formal society function. I knew better than to protest, such is the lot of a pledge,and no one said life was fair.

Then, softening somewhat, she explained what was going on (while the paddling kept up, seeming to have no end in sight) and why Beth was in trouble.

It seems that little Miss Beth hadn't quite got one of her papers in on time, and was docked a letter grade for her deliquency, and since it was a last minute effort anyway, what was a B paper now turned into a C.

Oops.

And to make matters worse, on that same day, her big sis found out from a friend of hers that Beth had gotten a D on a BIG lab quiz a week ago, and then had neglected to mention it to her big sister. The TA mentioned it, because she knew that Beth was her little sister, and wanted to know why she hadn't heard back as far as setting up something for extra tutoring.

Soooo, Beth was getting spanked, (well, paddled actually) for the paper, for the quiz, and for lying to her sister by trying to hide what had happened. My sis told me that one of us pledges ALWAYS had to push it to see if they were serious, and so when the first one of the term did, all the rest of us were called also as an object lesson.

Beth was beyond words by this point, not that her spanker was asking her anything. Unlike my mom or big sis, who lectured and questioned while they spanked, hers waited and then stopped to address her penitant, and then would continue on. When she did lecture, when she finally stopped, she knew how to push all of Beth's buttons, telling her how ashamed she was of her, lying to her like that, failing to study like she said that she was going to, and what would her parents think if they knew what their little girls grades were like, stuff like that. I know that when she mentioned parents, my bottom clenched in reflex sympathy, I had no doubt as to what they would think if I screwed around with my grades!

Luckily, it wasn't quite midterm yet (we were on the semester, not quarter system) so she had time to get her grades up before the reports went out. Beth finally was able to blubber out all the correct litany of "I'm sorries and it'll never happen agains, and I'll be good forever and will be a perfect student, etc, etc."

The paddling over, she was sent, still bare assed, but now crimson cheeked, to spend some time in the corner to calm down. After about 15 minutes or so, she was let out, and hugged her big sis, telling her how sorry she was, starting to cry all over again. Her sis calmed her down, patted her back and soothed her hair back, blew her nose for her, and then took her upstairs, so they could have a talk about her academics, and what they could do for a plan now that she had Beth's attention.

The rest of us were all taken aside by our respective big sisters, and told that could just as easily be us, and we all yes ma'amed and gulped and the message was not lost on us.

Later that night, after a homework party, and then some tv watching, I was called up to my sis's room, where I was soon placed over her lap while she sat on her bed. My jeans were unfastened and pulled off (she always liked to undress me for my spankings), then she spent an inordinate amount of time smoothing out my panties, and ensuring that the leg bands had not ridden up to high. I was soon panting and gasping, and then my spanking started, first on my pantied posterior, then soon enough on my bare bottom, and while it burned and stung and I started to cry, it also felt so good, as she kept me at a fever pitch with her constant 'checking' to see if I was all right.

I learned my lesson, in more ways than one, and did not recieve a true punishment spanking for grades that first term.

The same could not be said for all pledges, however, as 2 more of my little sisters also got the paddle for grades, as did one of the BIG sisters, when she got a D on her midterm reports!

The big sisters had to show the officers their midterm and end of term grades, and if there was any problems, they faced the same penalties the pledges did, and not only did she get her fanny soundly paddled at the time (which, though a punishment spanking, I enjoyed more than most, as she put on as big of a show as us younger girls did, and she was 22 and a senior!, but also, because she was one of the big sisters who really enjoyed going out of the way to find excuses to give a pledge a hard spanking. So I enjoyed watching her fat little bottom wobble and redden and I watched her kick and show off everything and didn't feel bad about it all), but she was placed on academic probation for the rest of the term, and just like us pledges, she had to show all of her work to the pledge mistress, my big sister, and she got paddled twice more for doing poorly on tests before she recovered at the end of the term.

Hope you guys enjoy,

love,
Angie

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Curt
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Hi Angie, Great story, I assume it it true...thank you for posting it.
Sunday August 17, 2008 - 05:24pm (EDT) Remove Comment

Donna D
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Momme Angie~ I just LOVE sorority stories. Love them!! And, I love your sorority stories. In this one, I imagined myself as Beth.Thank you so very much...your babygirl
Monday August 18, 2008 - 01:44pm (EDT) Remove Comment

Redd B
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Another great story! I always love when a bully gets a taste of her own medicine.
Tuesday August 19, 2008 - 12:13pm (PDT) Remove Comment

Alyx R
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I belonged to a sorority too, though not one like that! *crossing myself* Thank the goddess, as I would NOT have survived, considering how messed up my grades were!

Ya know? Sorority spanking, F/f rl

This took place in the winter of '80

Ya know how it is, when you KNOW you have really messed it up, bad, and there doesn't seem to be an easy way to make it right? Or, how it seems that you DO know what to say, but something inside of you just doesn't let you. So instead of taking on the real problem, yourself, you instead blame the victim, and are just a complete bitch to anyone else who gets in the way. Even when, and most importantly, because they had nothing to do with it, ya know?

I bet a lot of women do. Guys, I'm not so sure. They really seem to be far more straightforward than we give them credit for. Unlike how we are always thinking, what did she mean by that, what will she think I meant by that, etc.

Well, I had gotten myself into a bit of situation. And I handled it badly. I was 20, and it was about halfway through the school year, and I was getting a little edgier because it was starting to dawn on me, for real, that Kathy, my lover since the start of my freshman year, was gonna be leaving, for good, when she graduated this spring, and went off to grad school back east.

I'm ashamed to admit I wasn't making it any easier for her either, pouting like a child, thinking only of myself, till my tantrums would get so out of control, that I would find myself pantyless, again. And then there would be moments when I was little miss sunshine, all was right in the world, perfect denial. So it was while I was riding this up and down emotional rollercoaster that I was visiting some friends from school at another house.

And no, it wasn't the type of visit where I was out hitting on other girls, nothing like that. There were five that lived in the house, and I got along with them all pretty well. But that day, I was feeling rather bitchy. Also, a couple of other girls were there, friends of friends sort of thing, and those two always had a way of making me feel inferior. They had all been drinking a bit, when I had gotten there, and they were indulging in some gossip, and telling mean stories about girls they knew, and aquaintances. I knew I should have gotten out of there right then, the vibe was all wrong, but I was more worried that if I did, I would become the center of all the comments. And I sure as hell didn't want that, ya know?

Only had the one drink, and I nursed that, so I don't have that as an excuse for my behavior either. Anyway, I started participating in our little game, and I did this imitation of one of the housemates who wasn't there with us. She was a sweet girl, very studious, very smart, very much nicer than we were, and so quiet and shy. So of course, I had to imitate her.

"Hi, guys, " I started off in my shy voice, just like she did, and the others were all cracking up, knowing who I was already, "I just wrote some poetry, would you like to hear it?" And that really broke them up.

Of course, when I looked up, there she was on the stairs, looking down, tears in her eyes as she turned and ran back up. Oh fuck. The others had seen, and had taken her tears as an excuse for even more laughter. I can't tell you how bad I felt, like I was two inches tall, ya know?

I ran upstairs, knocked on her door, heard her crying, Tried to apologize, but, nothing. Feeling utterly useless now, I went back down, grabbed my coat, and left. I didn't go to my room, the last thing I wanted to see was my overly perky freshman roomie. So I stomped off to the sorority house.

I made sure I slammed the door shut, hard enough that a couple of sisters looked, and if I would have been a pledge, I would have been paddled so fast, but I wasn't, so it didn't. Then I stomped into the living room. Almost no one there, not who I was looking for anyways. So I stomped upstairs, and went into her room without knocking, and slammed the damn door again. She was there, thankfully, so my drama queen act at least had an audience. She was sitting there, all cool and collected, on her bed, reading, in faded levis, and a school sweater. So pretty. She would know how to make everything okay again, she woul-

"Well, hello. So, I take it this means you're talking to me again? And can I assume that was you acting like a child having a temper tantrum downstairs?"

Shit. In my little fit of pique, I had forgotten I had been mad at Kathy, and had walked out in a huff two days before, not talking to her, not even bothering to return her messages. It looked like I was gonna get a big lecture, the type that normally precede you not being able to sit for a while, ya know? THAT lecture, when they have THAT tone of voice, and it was too much for me.

I could feel my eyes fill up, and my lip start to quiver. And THAT took her by surprise, cause I may be bawl baby when I'm over the knee, but I usually hold up pretty well during the scolding, and she hadn't even gotten started yet. That got her attention. We joke about guys and teary girls, well, girls don't know what to do with teary girls either.

Her look changed at once. "Honey, are you okay?" she asked with concern, and that bit of comfort when I KNEW I didn't deserve it was enough to open the floodgates. I started crying, she held me as I sobbed, I didn't even try to answer her questions, not with words, as she went through the checklist, I was okay, my family was okay, etc. Satisfied that everyone was healthy, she led me to the bed, and sat down with me on her lap as I cried some more. Finally, it slowed down, like it always does.

She gave me a tissue, and then she started asking me again what was up. So, feeling ashamed and not able to look at her, I hid in her shoulder, and told her. She knew exactly who this girl was. And Kathy Wasn't happy with me, not at all. She made me look at her while I told her everything again, and she didn't let me escape any responsiblity for my actions, no rationalizations for my behavior allowed.

I was pretty weepy all over again, but the tears didn't help this time. The lecture ended with something along the lines of "at least you have enough sense to realize when you behave abominably, even if you can't seem to control your behavior or your mouth. But I can help with that."

And so saying, I was stood up, and my jeans and bikini panties were pulled down to my knees, and then over her lap I went. I got QUITE the lecture along with the spanking, by hand. It was hard, and it was long. I was back to hard crying, while she said she had been tiptoeing around me, afraid to set me off lately, and she realized what a mistake that had been, and it was time to get me back on track.

Ending with a "do I NOW have your attention, missy!?" I was escorted, doing that HUMILIATING waddle you do when your pants are down but still on, and my nose was in the corner. I was told to think about what I had done, and what I could do to help make it a bit better. And I really thought while I was there. After a while, when she asked if I had been thinking, I told her yes, and she said good, and to come back to her. I did, then paused when I saw the brush in her hand. I pleaded that I was already sorry and sore enough and ....

She just shut me up, and told me to get over there now, or else. So I did, and it was back over, and she told me that this one was for both what I had done earlier in the day, as well as how I had been acting with her lately, and that she had waited till I was able to think about WHY I was getting it, in a less emotional state. And she was right, it was a hundred times worse that way.

But I survived, pretty much, and it's amazing how many tears you can produce. It really is.
She then told me I had better mind my manners with her from now on, and then asked what I thought I should do about my other problem. I told her, and she made some suggestions, and so it was a while later, we were both at the other house.

The senior who was the RA for the house wasn't thrilled to see me, until Kathy told her what was going on, and said that Jan was still upstairs. So up we went. The senior and Kathy were friends, and I had no doubt she KNEW how Kathy kept me in line. And that she whole heartedly approved.

I knocked on Jan's door, and tried to apologize, again, and she wouldn't answer. Then Kathy talked, asked if we could come in, as I had something I needed to tell her. She let us in, and then I apologized, but I could tell she didn't really believe me that I was sorry. Not until Kathy spoke up and told her how I had come over crying because I knew I had messed up, and that I had been mad at Kathy, not her, and that I was just being my normal, go with the crowd and not think for yourself girl. That she seemed to believe.

And then Kathy told her that she had given me something ELSE to cry about, and I got all red, and you could tell, she knew exactly what Kathy meant. I told her I was sorry again, and then told her I had something for her, and gave her a little book of poetry I knew she wanted. So in the end, we made up, and Kathy and I were better than ever, now that she was back in control. Sometimes a girl just needs a helping hand, ya know?

Angie

Sorority spanking, first Frat party, F/F rl

..... This occured several weeks after that initiation night. I did not live at the house, but in one of the dorms.

Now, this was a religous college, and very strict, even at that time. We used to joke that we had 24hr intervisitation with the guys in our rooms, but that meant for eight hours each on Fri., Sat. and Sun., and not that late at night either!

Also, to get into your rooms, you had to use the main entrance, and walk by the narc at the front desk. Part of the reason why they were there was to keep the guysout, but they also looked to make sure no one was blind drunk coming in either. If you were, they could stop you, and bam, you were gone from campus aftera rather quick kangaroo court.

So, my grades were doing well, I had buckled down to the academics right from the start, and for the most part, kept my nose clean. I didn't get spanked that much by my big sis, but it did happen from time totime, sometimes in front of others, but more frequently, alone in her room, and most of these were panties down affairs, with lots of 'checking' to see how I was doing. We had become lovers shortly after that first night, and I didn't mind this attention at all!

Well this one friday night, she had to serve as a TA for a late night class, so I took up the offer of a couple of other sisters and went with them to an off campus party, put on by the state college a few blocks away.

This was my first real big party like this (I know, I was quite the naive little country girl, but I really didn't drink and party at all back then), with all the frat boys looking to make a quick score with a drunk coed.

I was smart enough to realize what was going on, and had avoided going out with any of these romeos before this, and at the party, I stayed away from the beer and the hard stuff, and confined myself to the sangria punch.

Now at the time, I really didn't have any idea there was wine in it,I really did think it was just punch. And it went down soooo smooth. I had a couple of quick glasses, then would go out dancing again. And then a couple of more glasses, then some more dancing, well, you get the idea.

Next thing I know the room is spinning and one of the frat boys is kindly escorting me upstairs, where I would be able to lay down, and I thought thatwas so sweet... and then my sis's showed up.

They rescued me, after they had realized they hadn't seen me for a bit, and had went looking for me just in time. I think they were talking to me, but I really don't remember, just someone saying Angie was sooodrunk, whoever that was, and that they should take her back to her room.

Well the cold winter air and the walk back did a lot to wake me up, but not that much to make me sober, and so when we got to my dorm, one of the girls went in, and then went to the back exits (you could get out other ways, just supposedlycouldn't get in) and opened the door and then we were inside. Except they could not get me up the stairs.

Sooo, they decided the only course of action was to bring me to the house to sleep it off, because being found in my underage drunk condition would have been an automatic expulsion. So, to the house we went.

They got some of the other sis's to help me up the stairs, and then there she was, MY sis. It was kinda funny, but she looked, really, really pissed about something.

"Where have you three been?" she spat out. And the other two told her what had happened, but assured my sis that they had saved me. She was not impressed.

"So, let me get this straight (and some of this was repeated to me the next day by others when I seemed to have trouble remembering), you took an underage freshman to the most notorious frat house in town, and left her by herself, when you know she is not a party girl and has no experience and is right off the fucking farm, is that the gist of it? And then she gets drunk drinking 'punch', and is almost raped by some frat boy? You took her there, so your choice. You can either stay up with her all night, cleaning her upwhen she gets sick, and she will, or it's ten each with the paddle."

Whether out of sisterly kindess towards me, or fear of the paddle, I had two nursemaids (three counting my mother hen lover/big sis, who stayed up all night telling me it only felt like I was going to die, and holding my hair back as I prayed to the porclean idol, and then showering me off, and all of them taking care of me.

I woke up sometime Saturday afternoon, and had a bit of a hangover. She was there in the room with me, quietly doing her work. She came to me when I stirred, and then helped me to the john, and back into bed, where headache or not, she decided I was coherent enough to get a lecture. And boy, did I get a lecture.

She did most of the talking, and I did the I'm sorry parts, and sniffled. I really started sniffling when she said that night after I had had a chance to recover a bit more, I would really have somethingto feel sorry for, when she put me across her lap for a good talk with her hairbrush.

At the words, I just went cold. To me, there is something so maternalistic about a woman and a hairbrush. And mom had certainly introduced oneto my pantied and bare bottom often enough over the years that I had no doubts as to the damage it could do.

I was made to take a shower and clean up, then apologize to the two sisters who I had went out with the night before, and then was put to work around the house doing chores, and then my homework.

I had supper at the house (they had let my roomie know where I was so she wouldn't worry about me) and after doing the dishes, I was summoned upstairs to my lovers room. Once there, the first thing she said was "corner"and I went there quickly. All day, I had been most compliant and obedient, trying to show what a good girl I was, (interspersed with periods of selfpity and pouting) and this was no exception.

Once there, I got the lecture again, telling me how foolish I had been, how careless, and detailing what couldhave happened to me, either at the house, or if I had been caught drunk on our campus (I shuddered at the thought of having to tell daddy and mom that I had been expelled for drunkeness!) or if I had gotten seriously ill from alcohol poisoning. I whined out some very feeble excuses, which were quickly dismissed.

Then it came, the order I was dreading. "All right young lady, come over here now."

And when I got in front of her, she unfastened my jeans, and lowered my zipper, and then pulled them down. Which was no easytask, as I, like many of the girls then, wore them super tight (I had a couple of pairs that I needed help getting into and the zipper shut!) so this wholehumiliating process went on forever, and I even started to whine at her in my nervousness, which of course, was a really dumb thing to do, as it didn't appear to make her any more happy with me.


When she finally got them drug off my ass and hips and to my knees, my panties (my cute little blue string bikini's with the flowers) were pulled half off also but were partly sticking in my crack and that is almostworse than having them all the way off, and I had to stand there, hands at my sides, and answer some more lecture questions.

Apparently, I was much more sullen than I realized, as she hissed out a "We'll try this again after I haveyour attention, little girl" and then it all came back to me that there were much worse things to be worried about during a spanking than the shame.

Over I went, feet and arms hanging, and down came the undies too, despite my squeaks. Then WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! That hairbrush started coming down fast and furious,and she was so mad, she didn't say anything, just spanked and spanked and spanked, and I was a howling blubbering mess in no time, believe me.

Like subsequent tearful disciplinary spankings from her, there was no set pattern, no way to get into a rythmn, or predict where she was going to spank. Sometimes it was 2-10 times in one exact spot, then it would be peppering spanks all over the place, then alternating one cheek then it's sister spot, but she covered all of my jiggly little ass, and I just screamed and bawled and begged.

Apparently, my attitude must have improve a bit, for she started the lecture and question period again, just like my mom had done, just like my aunts had done.

WHAP!
"So young lady... "
WHAP!
"...have you learned a lesson yet?"
WHAP!
"Owwwww oh oh yes ma'am!"

And she would ask a question, and I would answer truthfully and sincerely, adding in promises to be good forever and ever. I have no idea how long it went on, forever I think. But finally it was done, and I was allowed to go back in the corner for some no rubbing bare red butt on display corner time, until I stopped crying and sniffing. That actually took awhile, so she got to see my sore ass for quite some time.

I was finally allowed out of the corner, and got a big hug and was told how much she cared for me and loved me, and I sobbed out the same. Then she undressed me and gave me one of her jerseys to sleep in, no panties,and we went to bed, and before I got my comforting, I was given one last warning that if I ever pulled a stunt like that again, she would make this evening look like a walk in the park. I hastily told her I would never do anything like that ever, and I didn't. The rest is private.
Love,
Angie

Sorority initiation F/F rl

I almost didn't post this, as when I have shared this on a couple of groups, I inevitably get those that say this never happened, how cliche, etc.

Well, how do you think all those stereotypes, and sorority spanking cliches got started?
Several years ago, one of the news shows, like dateline or 20/20, did a special on college hazing, but it was all about Sororities and women! And, they even showed the bottom of this black girl, in a thong, showing the after affects of her extensive canings and paddlings!


So, if you don't believe it's real, fine, I hope you enjoy it for the stories sake anyway. If you do like it, please let me know.


Sorority Spanking


.....This took place in 1978 in the midwest. I was an 18 year old college freshman, away from home for the first time. Now I grew up in a small farming town (about 1,000) and the school I went to was asmall church college,about 2,000 students, nothing like the two big state schools a few miles away.


Now one technicality that I hope doesn't disqualify this from the sorority category. I really wasn't in a sorority. Our campus didn't let the greeks on, because of their perceptions of sex, drugs and rock and roll that went with them (drinking was forbiden on campus, and if you got caught with alcohol on campus you could, and would be expelled). Our versions of the frats and sororities were called societies.


They were SUPPOSED to have some type of athletic or religous or service oriented purpose behind them, and there were no official houses, at least on campus property. But off campus, any society that had been going on for more than a couple of years, had their unoficial house off campus.

I had met some upper classwomen who were friendly, and showed me the ropes.It turns out they belonged to one of these societies, and when it came time to do the rush week, where anyone that wants is invited to attend and see what it is all about and where the sisters can get a good look at canidates,I was asked to pledge by these sisters.

I was quite flattered, but partway through rush week, I started hearing some rumors. Now each of the societies seemed to have something "special" about it, whether drinking, or figuring out ways to get the football team to pass, or whatever. I heard that my new friends were all very academically minded, but that they still actualy practiced hazing, as in spanking and paddling of their pledges, and that some of the girls were quite friendly with the other girls! Now this was all "I have a friend who has a friendwho heard that..." kind of thing. No one actually knew anything from first hand, or even second hand experience.

So I gathered up my courage, and talked to my sponsors, who were walking me through all the rush activities, making sure I made all the meetings.I let them know what I had heard. I just came out andasked them. And the thing was, I really didn't care, if that was all it was, as I like girl girl play, even though I had never done it at that time, I knew I was interested when I was in High School, just never pursued it ( I saw a couple of girlfriends get spanked while a teen, and the sight of their bare bouncing bottoms and pink little pusses got my motor running, what can I say. And I took more than my share of discrete looks in the locker room too.) And I had had spanking sexual fantasies, getting from both men and women, for quite some time also,and hadn't experienced a non punishment spanking yet.

Well, my friends were a little flustered, and then took me for a nice quiet walk away from prying ears. They told me that hazing was officially banned on campus, or off, and that any group, or people, including the pledges, that were caught at it were gone. No second chances. Yes, they said, they did use spanking and paddling as hazing, and not just for one time during a hell night, but all through the first semester for the new pledge.

And after that, if a sister screwed up, they could be sentenced to a spanking also.
As for the girl girl thing, well, yes, some of that happened, but they stressed that not all of the girls did that, and if anyone didn't want to play, they were never forced, and it wasn't done in front of those it might bother,it was always consensual. They said they trusted me, and went out of their way to prescreen canidates. And that if someone were to mention something to the campus officials, then they would simply lie to cover their ass, and that girl would find out what being blacklisted was all about.

I asked them how they picked their girls, and they said for personality; they wanted sisters who were easy going, no prima donna types. Also, they had made a point of asking us about our backgrounds, and telling little stories about what their home life was, and sought to find out if a girl had been exposed to spanking before or not, for in their opinion, many of us that had, were very accepting of continued discipline from an older 'sibling'.
I laughed, and told them that there would be no problem with the hazing. And so at the end of the week, I was asked to formaly pledge.

For the ceremony that night, my new pledge sisters and I were taken to our off campus house. We had been told to wear white blouses and a dark color skirt and knee socks, very preppy, and the socks bothered me more than the upcoming spanking, as I never wore them, either went bare or in pantyhose.

Everyone was nervous,although we all seemed to know more or less what was going to happen. The sisters were very relaxed and friendly, it wasn't some big solemn ritual, although they did go into more of what they were really about and the goals then they had to just everyone. We were then told what to expect during our pledge period, and also that if anyone wanted, she could leave now, and as long as she kept quiet about what was going on, there would be no hard feelings. None of us left. Then it was time.

The pledge mistress, who was in charge of all pledge activities, and not just the spankings, stepped forward with THE paddle. It was a lot like the ones you see in the Nu West Debbie series, and it looked a lot more serious than the one my folks had used! We were told that the paddling represented our submission to the elder sisters, and our acceptance of discipline and training, and that since we were so young, a childish type of punishment was appropriate.

There was a lot of nervous shuffling, and then the first girl was called forward, and bent over the back of the couch far enough so that her fanny was high and her toes were off the floor. Then her skirt was lifted up, and I still remember that she had the sweetest, plumpest little bottom, babyfat ripe and covered in these lacy edged blue nylon bikinis.

Then the pledge mistress walked behind her, told her very gently to brace herself, then gave her five, good hard swats across the seat of her panties. Then the paddle was passed to the next sister, she gave her five, and so on down the line. There were 15 sisters in attendance that night, and they each took a turn, not sparing us anything, and her bottom was so red and sore looking, and she was crying so hard, but one of the sisters had walked around to the front of the couch, and sat with her, stroking her back and hair, talking softly to her,telling her how special she was and how brave and how it was almost over, and then it was, and she was let up, and it was the next girls turn.

I saw this repeated four more times, for my friends had decided that I was to go last (they told me later that they had decided this after I had told them how nervous it made me waiting to get spankedwhen my sisters and I got it together. Such good friends:)

And it was as if all my dreams had come true,all the girl girl thoughts I had ever had, were now in full bloom, for everyone looked at the spankee unreservedly, and I was treated to a delightful array of different feminine bottoms, some tight and athletic, some plump and full, each one different.

In order, they wore blue bikinis, then a lacy black brief, red skimpy nylon bikinis, and white, lace trimmed cottons. And each of my pledge sisters got what the first did, the same five on the panties by each and they all handled it differently, but all had one or more sisters to sit with them and talk them through it. Some were stoic, some crying before the paddle landed.

Then my turn. I was nervous, but it was, quite frankly, more due to sexual tension than anything else. I was bent over, and my skirt was raised and my white nylon semi sheer low cut ( in back) bikinis, which I had agonized over picking, were on display, and it was my turn.

Then my friend, the pledgemistress, pulled back her arm and let me have it good. I hissed with that first crack and sucked my breath in, and the next four came down just as hard, and my fanny was on fire, this was going to be as bad as anything I had gotten growing up. And even though I hadn't done anything wrong, I still felt that same type of sorry I won't do it again kind of feeling as one then another took the paddle.

The end of the second set, I was softly crying, trying not to embarrass myself, and my friend the pledgemistress, sat beside me, talking me through this. By the end, I was crying pretty good, not as bad as one girl, but almost.

But as bad as it hurt, I felt for the first time ever a sexual thrill while being spanked! I knew I had to be wet, and the paddling was everything I had hoped it would be in my most secret fantasies! I was told later that my bottom was glowing so bright through my little panties, and that they could see my crack and even down between my legs when I started kicking and fussing (and I blushed when reminded of how I carried on!).

After, we were all given presents from the sisters (no, nothing sexual you pervs, nice stuff, but that's a secret) to include a beautiful silver necklace and pendant. We were each given a glass of wine and were toasted to commemorate the occasion. We were assigned big sisters, and my friend the pledge mistress became mine, and given our copies of the rules, which we were expected to memorize.

The party went on for a while, and then we were taken back to our respective dorms. The next day, our big sisters took all of us to the state college (where frats and sororites were allowed), and we each picked up a plain sorority paddle at the bookstore. Then we went to a shop on that campus that did the wood engraving and personalizing, and I had my and my big sisters name put on it and varnished, and then it was mine, to be kept at the house.

From then on, if one of us screwed up with one of the rules, you could expect a quick painful spanking or paddling from your big sister, or if she wasn't around, any of the others. Some of the rules were nit picky little things to keep you on your toes, but others such as keeping your grades up, were severely enforced. Nothing lower than a B was considered acceptable.
ALL papers, tests and quizes had to be shown to your big sister. And anything below a B resulted in a sound public paddling, pure discipline, until she was a crying mess. Other than that one glass of wine, we were not permitted to drink, as we were underage, and any girl that got caught or was reported back that she had been out partying, was a very sorry girl indeed.
My big sister and I became quite close very soon after my initiation, and she was a large part of my life for the next two years.

Love,Angie