BEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEP! Screeched the alarm throughout the pledge quarters. The 10 co-eds started to show life with the shift of blankets and a flying pillow. Barely 10 seconds after the beeping stopped the fluorescent lights flickered to life.
“GOOD MORNING PLEDGES!” yelled Kayla from the main room. “IT IS 6:00 AM RIGHT NOW AND YOU HAVE 15 MINUTES TO BE READY TO COOK BREAKFAST! PJS ARE ACCEPTABLE ATTIRE FOR BREAKFAST!” She then took a seat on the couch and waited for the circus to begin. She remember what it was like that first morning, trying to figure out a schedule, share a bathroom with a dozen other girls and do whatever the pledge mistress was expecting.
The fog of sleep clouded Amber’s mind. There were just the faintest of light coming through the window curtains, thought the fluorescent bulbs made it unnecessary. She closed her eyes and repeated the message in her head. “6:00am… 15 minutes..ready … cook breakfast…” All of a sudden she comprehended the message and bolted upright in bed. A quick search of her nightstand, and she slide her glasses on just in time to see Jessica have the same realization; they did not have much time to get ready.
Amber slipped out of bed and went straight for the bathroom. She realized luck was on her side as she took the last empty stall. This was the first time the implications of 3 stalls and 10 girls hit her. She couldn’t be lazy in the mornings. Relief came quickly. The sound of showers though indicated she might have made a poor choice. The question in the mornings was going to be toilet or shower. At least during pledge week.
“Attention!, It is 6:15, WHY is there only EIGHT pledges ready to cook breakfast?” Sarah asked the pledges assembled in front of her.
“We are coming,” Jennifer yelled from her bedroom.
Kayla covered the 15 feet to Jennifer’s bedroom door in four smart strides, but paused at the doorway when Sarah caught her eye. She got the unspoken message loud and clear. With arms crossed and a wide stance, she watched over the two tardy girls like an impatient mother.
The remaining fidgeted about, waiting silently for the two girls. Every scenario went through each girl’s head. Were they going to be paddled? Were only Jennifer and Liz going to get it? What about some other humiliation? Cooking naked!? No one doubted that a paddling was going to occur, the question was who would be on the receiving end.
“We are ready,” Liz said sarcastically, “we can go cook breakfast now.” Liz and Jennifer took their places in line.
“I was hoping to wait until after breakfast for us to begin our lessons,” Sarah spoke as she walked down the row of pledges. “But I did not realize how eager you to learn.” She did a military about face. “Or how much teaching is needed before the lessons stick.” She paused in to the right of Jennifer and Liz. “Kayla, what is the fourth rule of decorum?”
“A sister is always prompt in her attendance and effort,” Kayla recited from memory.
“And the punishment?”
“Five plus one per lack of effort or attendance,” Kayla responded.
“Pledge Jennifer and Pledge Liz, have you broke rule number 4?” Sarah asked the pledges.
“We didn’t know,” Jennifer yawned.
“Yea..” Liz said.
“Attitude will get you no where. You both have already wasted 10 minutes of your time to prepare breakfast. I could give you each 15 for being late and another 10 for being disrespectful. But I don’t want to hold up the rest of the pledges any more so you each will get six, five plus 1 for being a minute late. Get over here and grab your ankles!” Sarah took half a step back and pointed to a spot in front of the door upstairs.
“Fine..” Jennifer mumbled as she sulked over to the indicated spot. The seriousness finally set in with Liz, causing her to be anxious about her predicament.
“The attitude will just get those panties around your ankles!” Sarah commanded. She took the pledge paddle from Kayla and promptly slide it under her left arm, allowing her to whisk both sets of pjs and panties down. The pledges saw some light red splotches were visible on both bare bottoms from the previous night’s paddling, but nothing to significant. Most wondered if their own bottom’s looked similar as Sarah wasted no time taking up position to the left of Jennifer and drawing the paddle all the way back.
CRACK! “Oouch!” Jennifer yelled out. The violence of the swat startled most of the pledges. The paddlings last night were nothing compared to right now. The fiery pain got to Jennifer quickly, causing her to instinctively start to get up to rub and protect her bottom.
“Stay down!” Sarah commanded moving over to Liz.
CRACK! “AAAHHHH!” Liz cried out as the equally hard swat found home.
Sarah turned to address the remaining pledges, “Now Kayla is going to take you upstairs to start preparing breakfast. On your way up, you each will give Jennifer or Liz a swat for making you late. And remember, if breakfast is not ready at 7:30 sharp, every one of you will be in their position.” Sarah then turned to Bridgette and handed over the paddle, “you’re first.”
One by one the pledges gave either Jennifer or Liz a hard swat across their quickly reddening bottoms. The swats where hard out fear of what Sarah would do if they took it easy on their fellow pledges rather than out of anger over being late. After they completed their task, the prompt pledges quickly took off upstairs, escaping Sarah’s wrath and hopefully being able to protect their own bottoms.
When the last pledge finished, Sarah took the paddle and stared at the handiwork. A dark maroon bulls-eye decorated the center of each ivory cheek looking at her atop a sobbing pledge. “Most of these pledges know how to swing a paddle,” she thought to herself. “Amber and Jessica seem inexperienced though, that can be corrected.”
“Pledges, have you learned the importance of being prompt?” Sarah asked.
“Yes ma’am,” the inverted girls mumbled in between sobs.
“Good. You each have one more coming then you can join your fellow pledges in the kitchen.” Sarah took aim at Liz’s sit spot, rubbing the paddle lightly over the bruised skin. A second later the paddle rose above the pledge mistress’ shoulder, then crashed down into the junction of bottom and thigh.
CRACK! “AAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Liz cried out, shaking her bottom about as much as she could without toppling over.
Sarah took a step back and repeated the devastating blow on Jennifer’s bottom. CRACK! “WWWWAAAAAAAAAA!” Jennifer cried between her hiccups.
“Ok, get upstairs and help with breakfast,” Sarah said, releasing the pledge. Both eased up and vigorously rubbed the fire down below for a few moments before reaching for their panties and PJ bottoms. “Ut hu, those stay right there on the floor until you sign the punishment log, after breakfast.” Both pledges let out a groan, but neither dared offer a complaint. They simply took off slowly upstairs in just a camisole and a t-shirt.
Even with 20 minutes less than normal, the pledges had breakfast ready with 2 minutes to spare. Two minutes that spared eight bottoms the paddle for another couple of hours.