Yobun’na supankingu

The story begins with Welcome to Josei no Kiritsu Spa and Dojo. I recommend you read that story first.

Stacey knocked tentatively on the Dojo’s door. When no one answered, she knocked again, then tried the handle. The door was locked. Maybe Sensei Hirsha forgot, she thought hopefully. She started to leave when a neon pink sticky note on the floor of the alcove opposite of the door, caught her attention. Picking it up, the first word dashed all hope of a reprieve.

“Student, Fold clothes neatly and stack them beside door. Seiza on your clothes with nose against wall until I arrive. ~Hirsha”

Glancing up and down the hall, she was slightly relieved to see no one around. The little alcove by the door would hide her so long as no one walked down the hall. It would also provide some cover while she undressed, which was a horrifying thought. Someone walking by while she was half undressed was somehow much worst to her than stripping in the locker room and walking her naked. Slipping off the shoulder straps, she quickly wiggled the dress and panties together over her hips and into a pile on the floor. She took another peak down the hall before hastily folding into eighth and setting it on her sandals next to the door. With her panties hide inside the folds of the dress, she knelt down into the seiza position and waited.

Stacey had been waiting in the prescribed position for forty-five minutes when Sensei Hirsha arrived.

“Come girl,” Hirsha told Stacey as she unlocked the door. Stacey gingerly

“Seiza”

“You don’t listen. You bad girl. Yoga positions important to Jujutsu because they make strong core. Strong core, makes you good at Jujutsu. Understand?”

“Yes, sensei,” Stacey wasn’t sure what else to say. Jujutsu was all about having a strong, solid core stance from which you could strike, throw or deflect.

“Good, you learning. Now you learn more. First supankingu. Kowtow.” Hirsha told her student as she rose to her feet.

Stacey bowed forward, until her head touched the floor and her hand lay flat before her. While Stacey had never been to a Yobun’na supankingu before, she had a general idea what would happened, and it ended with her sleeping on her stomach.

“Lower,” Hirsha commented when she returned from the cabinet in the corner. Stacey reached farther forward and tried to get her chest lower to the floor. Her breast had been touching though now they were crushing under her weight. The shift had the effect of curving Stacey’s spine, providing a more pronounced target for Hirsha.

Hirsha knelt to the side of Stacey, so that her right hand had ample access to the derriere she had striped earlier. “No move or we begin supankingu again.” Hirsha instructed, brushing the leather and bamboo paddle across its target.

“Yes, sensei” Stacey said with a sigh.

The paddle fell like the spring time rains of Hirsha’s hometown in Japan. Tradition said Yobun’na supankingu was to be carried out in three parts, with the first part consisting of three minutes of a light, fast spanking. This was how Hirsha received Yobun’na supankingu when she was much younger and now how she taught her students.

Stacey maintained quiet groans as the sting of every individual swat merged together into one painful sensation. As the paddle fell, the tension in her shoulders and clenching of her lower cheeks grew. Every so often the paddle would wrap catch her at the intersection of her thighs, spiking her senses into releasing a yelp.

Hirsha stopped after counting to 180 silently. At about one swat per second, the 150 or so swats had created the desired even pink glow across the student’s bottom and the very tops of her thighs. The tramlines from this morning’s practice had mostly disappeared into the general coloring. Hirsha had learned the advantages of the first part of Yobun’na supankingu when she was a beginner like Stacey here. The quick, fast spanking would break up the swelling and scar tissue caused by a cane, allowing the bottom to heal much quicker, even if it was just as painful overall.

“Enough supankingu, now we fix mistakes.” Hirsha said to her student’s visible relief. Stacey’s shoulders slumped while the high and the tight globes she had presented Hirsha, returned to their natural relaxed state. “Stand up.”

For the next twenty minutes, Stacey was asked to perform every technique Hirsha had ever taught her. She sailed through the novice level techniques, showing perfect form every time. The beginner level techniques where not as well ingrained into her muscle memory and tripped up a couple. She was only slightly surprised when three searing swats landed on her backside when she made the first mistake. She was more surprised that after the reprimand, the sensei showed her the correct form, then walked through every motion with her multiple times before expecting her to preform it independently again. Out of the three dozen techniques she knew, less than half a dozen required any correction.

“Good, good. Now we end with reminder.” Hirsha said. “Get in downward dog.”

Stacey sighed deeply, instantly knowing her punishment was far from over. She’d been in enough of Hirsha’s classes to know the sensei only had students get into that yoga position before they were to be caned. The prominence of the target area made the position perfect for a caning, if a little embarrassing.

She watched Hirsha go towards the cabinet in the corner before resigning herself to another session with that evil rattan rod. Getting onto her stomach, she pushed herself up into a plank then shifted her shoulders backwards, thrusting her bottom upwards and into downward dog.

“Now reminder to always do good. You get three with big cane. No move or I start again.”

Stacey took a deep breath before answering “Yes, Sensei.” The clenched her jaw, bottom and eyes, waiting for the way to familiar sting to return.

Stacey originally thought she had been shot when the heavier rattan cane bit into the crowns of her cheeks. Her popped open and her lips parted as the breath was forced from her. Tears clouded the floor as she gasped a deep breath.

The second slice was worst than the first. Hirsha lowered her aim, landing across the junction of thigh and cheek. Stacey’s voice returned with a high pitch squeal followed by quick chants of ow mixed with sniffles.

Hirsha landed the final slice a quarter-way down from the top of the thigh.

Stacey broke her chanting to squeal again before returning to the mixture of ows and sniffles.

Hirsha set the tip of the cane on the floor and leaned gently on it while she waited for her student to regain her composure. The “reminder” portion of Yobun’na supankingu had always been the hardest on her, and it was the same way for her students.

“Ok, stand up.”

“You have completed Yobun’na supankingu. You feel more disciplined?”

“Yes Sensei,” Stacey responded without thinking what a dumb question it was. She’d just been put through a half an hour of spanking. Of course she would feel disciplined.

“Good, you more disciplined now. See you in class.”

—-

As Stacey laid in bed that night with her battery-powered friend in hand, she couldn’t get Sensei Hirsha’s words out of her mind. “You more disciplined now” repeated over and over, distracting her from her carnal wants. She eventually gave up on her little friend and instead practiced her techniques into the night. As she practiced into the night, all she could think of was being the best and making her sensei proud.

Willow Groove – Grace Shue Reminisces with Sigma Alumni

Grace Lee’s Home

“Is Earl Grey fine?”

“Yes, Thank you.” Gretchen Shue accepted the saucer and tea cup.

“So tell me, how is he transition going? It was so great to hear Aunt Martha left you the house. We all knew it would get back to Willow Groove.” Grace said, talking an oreo from the plate on the coffee table.

“Brooklyn was growing old. Adam was offered a nice retirement package from the city and I had enough time to retire also, so

“Amber getting into Myra probably didn’t help.”

“Oh yea, she was skeptical at first. Yale and Stanford where her top 2 choices, but the full ride really us convince her to go to Myra for undergrad instead.”

Cling cling went the door chimes signifying the arrival of the Grace’s two guests. “That must be Marie and Julia,” Grace said getting up to greet her new guests.

“Sorry we’re late. Melissa had to have a discussion with my hairbrush before I left,” Julia stated taking off her coat. “I don’t know what gets into that girl sometimes. It is like tomorrow is the first day of kindergarten, not her sophomore year of college.”

“Well hopefully the hot heine will temper her behavior,” Grace replied, taking the platter from Marie. “Julia, Marie, this is Grace, Grace this is Julia and Marie,” Grace introduced before slipping off to the kitchen.

“Nice to meet you,” Marie offered her hand, which Gretchen stood to shake.

“You as well,” Gretchen replied.

Julia and Marie both took seats across from Gretchen and the sofa she was sharing with Grace.

“Wow, 20 minutes late. I didn’t think I took that long,” Julia said, noticing the time on the grandfather clock in the corner.

“So, you still spank your daughter?” Gretchen asked.

“Of course I do. And I will until she’s married,” Julia replied. “Didn’t you grow up here?”

“Yea, I just thought that tradition would have ended long ago,” Gretchen said.

“Ended?” Julia laughed. “I can’t think of any tradition ending in Willow Groove, yest of all one involving punishments. Why break something that works?”

“I guess so,” Gretchen conceded.

“Didn’t your mother spank you until you got married?” Marie asked, nibbling on an Oreo.

“Yea, I hated those evil chopsticks.”

“And it must’ve worked,” Julia mentioned. “Thought I bet it wasn’t as bad as the cane.”

“I don’t know about the cane, but the chopsticks were awful things. Much worst that the paddle in school.”

“Yea, pledge week though was no walk in the park.” Marie said.

“Which sorority were you in?” Gretchen asked.

“Sigma Epsilon Chi!” Marie stated proudly.

“Oh, me too, what year? I pledged in ’74” Gretchen said.

“Way before my time. I pledged in ’93” Marie said.

“Yea, you youngin’s,” Gretchen smirked. “Julia, were you a sister also?”

“Yea,” Julia answered. She was quite taken back at the question. “I was a year ahead of you.”

“You were?” Gretchen was puzzled for a moment. “Wait, is your maiden name Mason?”

“Yup!” Julia answered.

“Wow, I didn’t recognize you. You were chubby and dorky in college, now freaking gorgeous.” Gretchen gasped, covered her mouth in embarrassment.

“Yea, a year after Alberto and I married, I grew another another inch in all the important areas and lost a couple in the less important ones.”

“She what you would call a late bloomer,” Marie mocked.

“Alberto’s surely a lucky man.”

Grace returned with another platter of fresh vegetables. “Something a little healthier. So what did Melissa do?” Grace asked Julia.

“It was just bratty attitude stuff, nothing real big. I probably shouldn’t have let it get this far but it did. We hadn’t had a discussion since the fourth.”

“Of July?” Grace questioned.

“Yea, amazing.”

“Lucky for you, the twins have gotten two since the fourth. One was a real dozy,” Grace said.

“What did they do?” Marie inquired.

“John caught them up at the river skinny dipping.”

“John caught them skinny dipping! Wow!” Marie exclaimed.

“Yea, we both lit into them. There’s nothing like a willow switch to get your point across.”

“Lasted them until this past weekend when they got into an argument over some shirt.”

“Ah girls will be girls. It isn’t like we never did anything like that growing up.” Julia said.

“Remember the sorority backpacking trip my junior year, when we ‘accidentally’ ran into the boys?” Gretchen asked Julia.

“I’ve never forgotten. I’m so glad we didn’t caught. If my mother knew of half the stuff I did that weekend, I wouldn’t have been able to sit for a year.”

“Me neither. You know Lucy Caufield got caught. Her mom found a pair of men’s briefs in her laundry,” Grace said.

“She did? That’s what she gets for winning at strip poker,” Julia laughed. “It also explains why she disappeared for a couple of hours every Saturday morning during the following semester.”

“Yea, I heard she spilled everything she did to her Mom and as punishment got the belt once a week until everything was amended for.”

“Ouch! I didn’t think we did that many naught things that weekend,”

“Drinking, strip poker, truth or dare, skinny dipping, blow jobs, sex,” Grace counted off.

“Wow, mine would’ve flipped out too,” Marie gasped.

“You forgot the pine cone races,” Julia said, smiling.

“Aaghhh, I don’t know how you all got me to agree to that one,” Gretchen squirmed a little.

“Tequila!” Julia pronounced.

“What are pine cone races?” Marie asked hesitantly.

“You don’t want to know,” Gretchen answered quickly.

“It’s a relay like race. The guys run this obstacle course then fuck their girlfriend until they cum, slip a pine cone into her ass then she repeats the course without letting the pine cone come out.” Julia explained, much to Gretchen’s embarrassment.

“Ouch!” Marie said, covering her mouth in disbelief.

“Yea…we were dumb kids,” Gretchen sucked gently on her left cheek.

“That’s for sure,” Marie nervously laughed.

“Oh come on, you didn’t do anything wild and crazy in college?” Grace chided the younger women.

“No,” Marie answered meekly. The blush gathering in her cheeks gave away the lie.

“Sure you didn’t,” Julia grinned.

“Noting really,” Marie denied even as she felt her cheeks grow hot.

“Come on, tell us!” Julia eagerly pestered her friend.

“It couldn’t be worst that what we did,” Gretchen added her support of Julia.

“Kind of. Between my junior and senior year we bet the Nu Rho Delta girls we could get more pledge signups than them and we lost,” Marie related.

“The Nu’s got more pledge signups than you? They are still the nerds right?” Gretchen asked.

“Yea,” Marie conceded.

“So what was the bet?” Grace asked.

“Hell week. All the Sigma officers spent orientation week under the same conditions as their pledges spend hell week,” Marie said.

“So, I don’t remember hell week being that bad when I pledged,” Gretchen asked. “What? Bad food and a little paddling?”

“Nu girls are screwed up though. They basically lock their pledges in diapers for the week and spank them if they wet the diaper.” Marie explained.

“Your kidding,” Grace said.

“Unfortunately no,” Marie admitted, to the chucking of the other ladies. “I think all five of us officers got spanked every day that week. The worst part was asking to be changed, especially when you knew it was wet.”

“Why didn’t you take it off when you were at the house?” Julia asked.

“They used these little luggage locks with a short metal chain around our waists. Tracey, one of the VPs tried to get out the first day and they found out. She squealed like a pig when they used that hairbrush on her. Then they didn’t powder her when the diaper was replaced. She complained about diaper rash for two weeks.”

“Yikes, I remember how much trouble Melissa was that one time she had diaper rash,” Julia commented.

“I could imagine. Amber got it the first time I left her with her father unsupervised. Not a fun baby.” Gretchen mentioned.

“Well we should probably get started on planning the alumni dinner,” Grace refocused the group on the reason they were meeting.

Willow Groove – The Pledges get Some Exercise

“Today we will start with learning the history of Sigma Epsilon Chi,” Sarah announced from the front of the dining room. “Afterwards we’ll get in a short workout before prepare lunch. After lunch we will go through the remaining history, practice a little then head over to the bookstore so you all can get your books. This evening we have some stuff with the actives.”

“Sigma Epsilon Chi was founded in 1912 by six of the first women to attend Myra College, as it was known then.” Every pledge listened intently to every word the pledge mistress spoke, yest the paddle make a surprise appearance on their rear end. “We are proud to have the daughter’s of the founder and first president among out founding members. Daisy Wingate, the daughter of Myra Founder, Joshua Wingate, and Alice Lee, the daughter of the first Myra President, Adam Lee, were joined by..” Sarah looked over the pledges to see 10 intense stares, but no writing. “Ah you may want to write this down, since you will be expected to know it by memory, and tested on it.” 10 pencils stared scribbling the information already provided. “I’ll start over…”

Sarah lectured the pledges for nearly an hour before allowing them to ask questions then a short break. The presentation had been perfected over the decades, so there were few questions and most were orientated understanding a particular fact.

“Any more questions?” Sarah scanned the disinterested faces one last time before moving on. “Good. Next up today is a nice little workout before you start preparing lunch. Kayla, how are we on time?”

“Five minutes ahead of schedule,” Kayla answered after comparing her clipboard and watch.

“You girls have 15 minutes to go get changed into something appropriate for some running around campus. Kayla and I will meet you downstairs in the common room. You’re dismissed,” Sarah added a wave of her hand implying the pledges should make haste in getting ready for some exercise.

“I didn’t think classes started until next week.” Jessica walked beside her new friend down to their room.

“Yea. It is amazing how much history there is in such a small amount of time though. I don’t think any of the big sororities back east have such extensive, or detailed records.” Amber remarked.

“It is the details I’m worried about.” Jessica instinctively rubbed her bottom.

“Me too. You notice they never mentioned anything about those rules of decorum.”

“I think they want us to screw up so they can paddle us.”

“As long as it isn’t you or me I’ll be happy.”

“Yea.”

“Are we going outside?” Madison asked holding up a pair of PINK shorts.

“Probably,” Jessica answered.

“What kind of workout can we do inside?” Rosa chimed in.

“I don’t wanta know,” Amber said, pulling out a sports bra and shorts from her dresser. The other girls chuckled, slipping into shorts, t-shirts and tennis shoes. They each hoped the outfit would be suitable for anything they would be put through, and not reprimanded for being improperly dressed.

“Hey, we got less than 3 minutes left,” Patty told the girls from the doorway.

“Thanx,” Amber called out as she returned her previous outfit to her closet. “I really need to keep track of time here,” she mumbled to herself.

“Good, everyone is on time, unlike this morning,” Sarah remarked at 10:30 sharp. “Though why are you all dressed like that when we are going swimming?” The synchronized and faces of horror were too much for Kayla to resist busting out laughing. Sarah smiled, “Just kidding. We going to jog a couple laps around campus, but first we need to stretch. Lets go up to the front yard.”

The pledges followed Sarah and Kayla outside then formed a semi circle in front of the two actives. The lack of the paddle in Kayla’s hands did not escape any of the pledge’s notice, putting them all a little more at ease.

“Did any of you run track in high school?” Sarah asked.

“I ran the 400 and 800,” Emily said.

“Good, you can lead the stretching and the run.”

Emily lead everyone through stretching out their core, quads, calves, buttocks and every other muscle she’d been taught to stretch before running in high school.

“That’s everything for stretching.”

“OK, we’ll do two laps around the edge of campus. Emily you can set the pace. Kayla and I will bring up the rear.” Sarah told the Emily before addressing rest of the pledges. “The rest of you do try to keep up. You don’t want to have a discussion about the lack of effort afterwards. Lead on!”

Eleven pairs of tennis shoes followed Emily on a trek around Myra. Down past the sorority house, around the back of Wingate hall, past the fraternity houses, and the cute boys working outside shirtless, then looping around Lee Manor and back towards the Sigma house. By the second lap, the girls became spread over twenty five yards from lead to Kayla and Sarah, with pairs generally forming to chat while running.

It was on this second lap where Amber realized how much she was out of shape. Her lungs burned, thighs ached and if it was not for the fear of the paddle, her pace would have been half of its current rate. Thought the paddle wasn’t looking so bad compared to pain she was already in.

The girls were coming up onto Lee Manor for the second time, when Jennifer stumbled slightly on the uneven ground, then tripped over her own feet while attempting to regain her balance. She took the tumble as well as she could, but still ended laying flat on the grass, with only her pride hurt. Liz kept running, while Patty, Meghan and Bridgette swerved to miss Jennifer.

“Hey, come on, we got to keep going,” Jessica extended a hand to Jennifer. Amber reached down and pulled with Jessica, up righting the blonde.

“Thanx,” Jennifer said, brushing herself off.

“Lets go, here comes Kayla and Sarah,” Amber urged the other two forward. Fiery lungs went away much faster than a fiery bottom.

The three girls tried to sprint to catch up, though Amber nor Jessica could maintain the vigorous pace for much more than a few seconds. Jennifer, in much better shape quickly out ran the other two, though slowed her pace when she realized they couldn’t keep up. She felt guilty at getting the other two girls so far behind. Even at the slowed pace, the all the pledges arrive back at the sigma house before either active.

“So how do you all feel? A nice good run to revitalize you!” Sarah walked around the girls sprawled out on the front lawn. “You’d better get used to it, because you’ll be doing that every morning.” A collective groan came from the pledges. “It is good everyone pushed themselves and kept a good pace the entire time. I am though disappointed about the incident with Ms Marshall.” Jennifer mistook Sarah’s pause as a moment to offer an apology.

“I’m so sorry. I stumbled and I’m why Jessica and Amber were so slow.” Jennifer pleaded.

Sarah smiled broadly. Maybe this girl was learning. “You falling and being helped up by your fellow pledges is not what I was referring to. Kayla, what is the fifth Rule of Decorum?”

“A sister shall always support her fellow sisters in their endeavors. Punished by 10 swats.” Kayla recited.

“And do you think the girls who ran past Jennifer were being supportive of their fellow pledge?” Sarah asked, rhetorically.

“No Pledge Mistress. Would you like me to fetch the paddle?” Kayla asked sardonically.

“Please not here!” Liz interrupted the little exchange.

“Are you interrupting me?” Sarah leered at the girl sitting on the grass.

“No ma’am,” Liz answered quietly.

“Good. Kayla, I think these pledges could use a shower first, they can take their punishment afterwards. No more laying around here, go get cleaned up.” Sarah clapped her hands, spurring the 8 seated girls to their feet and all of them down to the pledge quarters.

The ickyness of sweat cooling in the AC coupled with missing a shower in the morning was a little much for Amber. Even a quick one would be acceptable right now. She slipped off the workout clothes and wrapped herself in a towel before investigating the shower situation.

The shower section of community bathroom reminded Amber of a hospital ER, with shower stalls in place of the beds. Three removable shower heads lined the far wall, with curtain rails running in semi circles round each head in the ceiling. The shower curtains could then be pulled around the head to create a temporary private stall.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!” Kayla yelled when she walked into the shower area. Everyone stopped. “You don’t have time for all this modesty crap!” Kayla yanked open the first curtain, revealing a surprised Meghan. “Patty, Liz, strip and get in there now.” Two towels fell to the floor and a pair of nude co-eds joined their fellow pledge under the hot stream of water.

Kayla opened Bridgette’s curtain before commanding, “Madison, Rosa, get in!” A firm slap to Madison’s bare bottom was needed to help the shy girl into such close confines with two other naked girls. “Amber, Jessica, hop in the last one!”

Being caught naked in public was a repeating nightmare of Amber’s. The shower room was far from public and she had changed earlier in front of her roommates, but this was different. It felt more exposed. More open. More naked. Well the last point was correct, since she hadn’t taken her panties off earlier. Her fears or the paddle? The other girls could do it, could she?

“You have 10 minutes!” Kayla called out before leaving the shower area.

“Amber, come on!” Jessica whispered urgently from behind the curtain.

Amber took a deep breath, and told herself “I can do this. We are all girls.” A little flick of the wrist and towel’s protection was gone. Holding her shower caddy in front of herself, she slipped around the curtain of the last shower. The sight shocked her. Jessica stood under the water rising out her hair while Emily scrubbed her long legs with a luffa. Neither took much notice she was there, just kept going about their own routine, except in very close proximity to two other girls. She did not know what to do. She knew how to shower herself, but not like this. Not without a constant flow of water raining down upon her.

“Here you can have the water,” Jessica said slipping around behind. She brushed Amber’s back, startling the Asian girl.

Amber kept her back to the other girls while wetting her hair. It felt weird to her to be watching them. This was real life, not some cheesy porn movie. This is like a scene out of a porn movie. A bunch of hot sweaty college girls taking a shower together that gets sexual. The situation reminded her of back in Brooklyn, when Yuan had swiped that movie from her older brother and brought it to the slumber party.

A light tap on her side startled Amber from her day dream. “Hey let me rise off,” Emily said, urging Amber forward. Amber exchanged places with Emily pulled out her shampoo. The flower scent set her at ease. A little personal scape massage and Amber was finally relaxing, as much as she could. A dash of body wash on the luffa, then she looked down at the bodies of her shower mates for the first. Her hand rubbed the luffa over her body, but her eyes became fixed upon the torso of Jessica and Emily. The larger, flapper breasts of Jessica versus the smaller, toner pair on Emily. The darker skin tone of Emily hid the nipples compared to Jessica, though both girls’ nipple stuck straight forward instead of up and outward like her own breasts.

Amber started to move lower on her body, and theirs, when Emily said, “I’m done, its all yours.” Emily and Jessica switched places briefly before Emily left the stall.

Jessica wasted no time during her final rise and followed Emily a few seconds later. “You better hurry, we don’t have much time,” Jessica told her friend. The general commotion in the shower area told her Jessica was right. No sense having to face her fear and getting paddled. Water and her hands flew across her skin, rising away the shampoo and soap. A quick conditioning and she was done, and going for her towel.

“Patty, Liz, Meghan and Bridgette, leave your stuff here and line up in the common room, touching your toes!” Kayla instructed the girls as they started drying themselves. The four pledges followed Kayla into the common room, wearing only towels.

Amber didn’t hear what was being said, but the first swat echoed through the bathroom. She gathered up her stuff, exiting the bathroom as Sarah planted the first swat onto Liz’s bare bottom. This was the first time she had ever gotten an opportunity to actually observe a paddling, or spanking of any kind. Sarah moved back to Meghan, providing Amber a clear view of each reddening bottom. Liz’s cheeks were full of blues and reds from this morning’s paddling, while Patty’s and Bridgette’s were only a mild rose.

Amber took in the voyeuristic scene for a moment. The paddle raising high and flying down. The pop made upon contact. The wiggling of the recipient’s hips. The vulgar display of all her charms. The last part made Amber blush and turn away out of embarrassment. A good girl doesn’t look at such things, she told herself. But it was so tempting, so exciting, so naughty. She stole one long glance at the four naked bottoms, then scampered off to her room.

Six pledges clothed pledges looked upon their naked brethren’s red bottoms as Sarah finished up the punishment.

CRACK! “Waaaaa!” Liz sobbed as she received her tenth swat.

“I hope you have learned something about helping your fellow sisters. Sigma girls look after each other, at all times!” Sarah turned to the dressed pledges. “It’s now time to start preparing lunch. Lunch is sandwiches and salad, so nothing to hard. Here is a question, do you want your fellow pledges,” Sarah motioned to the four up turned girls, “to help or allow them a little rest while you prepare lunch?”

The pledges knew what that damn paddle felt like over clothing, and sympathetically agreed to allow the punished pledges out of helping with lunch.

“OK. Everyone upstairs. You four can stand facing the back wall of the dinning room while your fellow pledges prepare lunch.” The proclamation of nudity in front of more people earned Sarah four groans.

Willow Groove – Swimming with the Lee Twins

I do not quite have the next chapter of Amber’s Rush Week done yet, so I’ve included another story of the residents of Willow Groove.

6:50pm July 27th 2002

The summer heat was still as fierce as ever. Summer does not last long in Willow Groove, but it does come with a vengeance about the time fireworks light up the sky. The heat quenched all activity that didn’t involve the cool mountain streams and lakes.

John Lee stepped out of the silver Silverado 2500. A fluttering of a bird could be heard off in the woods. Shielding his eyes from the low sun, John glanced looking for the kids. There was a few bags sitting over by a tree, but no other signs of life. Hmmm, where were his daughters at? He meandered on down towards the river.

“Lucy! Laura!” John yelled for the twins. He just made it over the edge of the short ridge when he noticed the clothes. A dozen piles of clothes lined the river bank. What where the kids up to? John thought. Then he saw the two heads bobbing in the river. “Hey girls, come on, let’s go. Your mother was starting dinner when I left,” he yelled.

“Hi Daddy, ok, we’ll be there in a minute. We’ll meet you at the truck.” Lucy yelled back. If Dad went back over the ridge, she and Laura could make it to their clothes, get dressed and back without him being any wiser.

“Oh it’s ok.”  John looked upwards at the white puffs of cloud dotting the blue sky. “I might as well enjoy the day while I’m up here.”

The girls looked at each other and slowly swam towards shore, being sure to keep just their heads above the water line. They both were trying to figure out a way out of this predicament. Their clothes were in matching piles, 10 feet from their father.

“What do we do?” Laura asked Lucy quietly.

“I don’t know. I was hopping my suggestion of going back to the truck would work.” Lucy replied.

At 5 feet from the shore, their hands began scraping against the bottom. Their father had turned around as he stared upwards, so his back was towards the girls. “Run for it?” Laura whispered, trying to stay submerged. Lucy just nodded. The girls stood up, using one arm to cover their breast while the other cupped their pelvic area. They made it half way before their Dad realized they were out of the water and spun around to face his little girls running towards him in their birthday suits. They both frozen in their tracks.

“What the hell are you doing?” John yelled. His little angels had been skinny dipping.

“We were swimming, Daddy!” Laura pleaded as she could feel her face turn beat red.

“Naked!? That is no way for young ladies to be swimming!” John said.

“But Daddy, we are adults. we can swim how we want.” Lucy attempted to be as forceful with her statement she could, but there is only so much confidence a naked 20 year old girl can have while standing before her father.

“You are still my daughters, and I can punish you how I want!” John growled as he strode forward and took a hold of the girl’s forearms. A few tugs and the twins were quickly closing the distance to the pickup.

“Daddy, what about our clothes?” Lucy asked reaching for a few pieces of modesty.

John released the girls and gave each a solid smack to each girls’ behind. “I’ll get the clothes, you get those butts over the tailgate NOW!” The twins scampered up the to truck as fast as they could make the climb. The sticks and stones hurt their feet, but neither thought that would matter much in a few moments. John reached down and picked up the two piles of clothes with one hand and pulled out his knife with the other.

Laura lowered the tailgate on the back of the pickup. She took one last look at Lucy, knowing they both were doomed. Both girls had to stand on their toes to get their waist up on the edge of the tailgate. The both laid on their arms, to give some protection to their breats and prevent them from falling into the crack between the tailgate and the truck bed.

John took his time returning to the truck. He had stopped by a willow tree to cut two, 3/4 inch wide branches off. Maybe this will teach the girls to think before do something dumb.

“Daddy please, we are sorry!” Lucy cried when their father got up behind them.

“Reallly soorrrryyyy!” Laura added.

“No, not as much as you will be. What were you two thinking, skinny dipping? Didn’t you both get three new bathing suits this year? I’m disappointed in you two. You both know better.” John’s voice shifted from anger to sadness.

“Sorry Daddyyy! We won’t do it again!” Both girls cried in unison.

“I know your sorry, but I’m still going to spank you. These switches should work.”

Swish! “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH” Lucy screamed out. The branch cut deep into the high fleshy part of her bottom. All the little stubs bit beside the band of fire laid upon her wet behind.

Swish! “AHHHHHEEEEEE!” Laura echoed her sister as the switch repeated it’s task upon her upturned behind.

John worked back and forth between the bottoms, exciting a new cry with stroke of the switch. It took only three strokes before they were kicking their legs about wildly. It took 27 strokes before the first switch broke over butt. John tossed off the broken branch and wiped the sweat from his brow.

The girl’s continually cried as the fire just built. They both thought it might be over when the first switch broke, but Laura was quickly corrected when a new line of fire cut low on her butt. A new set of screams where heard as the second switch went to work. This one only made it 21 strokes, but that was enough to cover both girl’s behinds with red and purple welts.

“Put up the tailgate then get in the truck!” John commanded as he tossed the broken switch away and headed for the cab. The twins pushed themselves up off the tailgate and instantly started rubbing their butts. Lucy finally got up the tailgate then followed Laura around to the passenger’s side. They rode in the backseat, kneeling side by side, still as naked as the day they were born.

They arrived home to find their mother just finishing dinner. John pulled into the garage and shut the door.

“Daddy, can get our clothes back?” Lucy pleaded as her father got out of the truck.

“Ask your mother,” was the only thing as he went in the house.

Grace Lee was standing in front of the stove stirring the chicken dish as her two naked daughters waddled into the kitchen. “Why aren’t you two wearing clothes?” Grace gasped upon seeing her daughters.

“Dad wouldn’t give them back,” Laura answered.

“Why would your father have your clothes?” Grace asked knowing the answer wouldn’t be good.

“Well….we were…kinda…swimming and Dad startled us,” Lucy stammered.

“You were skinny dipping?” Grace asked.

“Yeaa,” the girls answered together looked contritely down at the floor. Grace pulled the girls, face first over the kitchen table, exposing their purplish butts.

“I see your father didn’t approve. Well I don’t either.” She reached over for a the bottle of menthol oil sitting next to the table. “I think this will help you remember the importance of your modesty.”

She poured a little bit on Lucy’s left cheek then began to work it around with her hand. “Ouch, owwwe, ahhh, estttts sniff AHHHHHHHHHH! IT BURNS! Lucy cried out.

Grace added more oil then worked it around the other cheek, between the cheeks and down between their legs. When she got done, she let Lucy up. “Go get an old bathing suit for both of you then get right back here! And no rubbing!” She commanded as she went to work on Laura’s behind.

Laura took it even worst than Lucy; eliciting the same cries of mercy, but also bucking around considerably more. Grace ended up giving her half a dozen hand spanks to ‘settle’ her back down.

Lucy returned with two old bikini bathing suits, still unaware what her mom wanted them for. Grace laid the bottoms on the table next to Laura then poured some of the oil suits, completely covering the crotch and back portions. Once the oil soaked in, she handed a bottom to each girl. “You can wear these for the rest of the weekend.” The girls reluctantly pulled the bottoms up their legs and over the tender flesh. The fire from the oil hadn’t let up yet, encouraging their bottoms to wiggle about. Grace then handed over the matching tops. “Put these on then get a t-shirt. I expect you both back here in 2 minutes to set the table.”

The girls scampered off to their room, covering their breasts with the bathing suit top with one hand while pulling back the bottom off their behinds. Grace washed the reminents of the oil off her hands before removing dinner from the stove. “Skinny dipping! Wow.” Grace mumbled under her breath. “For how smart they are, they sure do some dumb stuff.”

Laura appeared in an old high school t-shirt about a minute and a half later. “Where’s Lucy?” Grace asked.

“Ah, I think she went to the bathroom.” Laura replied, keeping up as much of her ‘I’m a repentent little girl’ look as possible.

Grace closed her eyes briefly and shook her head a little. “One day she’ll learn,” she thought. “Well get the table set. The tell your father that dinner is ready,” Grace told Laura.

Lucy appeared just as Laura left to get their father. “I said 2, not 10 minutes.” Grace said as the last dish was set on the table.

“I had to go to the bathroom,” Lucy said in a softer but higher pitch voice than normal.

“And wash your bottom?” Grace asked. Lucy instinctively started to blush a little more.

“No,” She lied. A fresh tear trickled down the right side of her face.

“You know better than to lie to me!” Grace said forcefully. Just then Laura returned with John in tow. “You to start go ahead and start, Lucy and I need to talk.” Grace ushered her daughter back to the kitchen. John took his usual seat at the head of the table, while Laura attempted sit down on only the mid-part of her thighs then braced herself up with the table. The odd, and slightly uncomfortable position allowed her to keep the major portion of her rear end off the seat, while appearing to sit. It was an acrobatic maneuver both girls had perfected over the years. They always seemed to get spanking before dinner, rather than afterwards.

Laura could hear some muffled voices from the kitchen followed by the water running and a little rustling. She took some rice and green beans and chicken, mostly at the instance of her father. She was just bringing the first bite to her mouth when she heard a low swish then a muffled cry. The sound made her jump a little, dropping the food back to her plate.  She instantly knew what was happening in the kitchen, and was thoroughly glad she hadn’t joined Lucy in the bathroom.

The muffled swishes and cries continued at a good pace for the next five minutes. Every cry was a little louder than the previous one, causing Laura cringe a little bit each time. She still managed to get through half of her bowl before her mother returned to the dinning room, sans Lucy.

“Lucy decided to skip dinner and just go straight to bed once she finishes the dishes. Laura, you can join her once you wash these dishes.” Grace said to Laura. “So honey, how was your day?”

Laura just kinda sat there in silence while her parents carried on a typical dinner conversation. She ate, even though she had no appetite. After 25 minutes, her parents finally finished, allowing her to clear the table and wash the few remaining dishes. Lucy had returned to their room well before dinner finished. Bending over the sink caused the bikini bottoms to pull against Laura’s bottom, inciting a fresh burn now there. Twisting was even worst, feeling like another stroke was delivered to her bottom. Laura was lightly crying again by the time she finished the dishes and made her way to her room.

Laura found Lucy was laying face down on her own bed, with her bottom pointing up in the air. Laura took the same pose in the other bed.

“I am NEVER skinny dipping again!” Lucy cried to her sister.

“I agree,” Laura echoed. “Mom wash your mouth out with soap for lying?”

“Sniff. Yea, then re-oiled my bottom before using the chopstick on it.”

“Ouch. Sorry sis. I could hear some of your cries from the dinning room.”

“That was with the soap still in my mouth. Halfway through Mom threatened to put some oil inside if I didn’t settle down. I don’t know how that would have helped my wiggling.” Both girls chuckled at the remark before drifting off to sleep. The swimming earlier had drained all their energy. Of course the events since hadn’t helped either.

Willow Groove – Establishing a New Society

May 18th, 1878
120 miles North Northwest of Cheyenne, Wyoming Territory

The older gentleman took off his broad brimmed hat as he scanned the lay of the land. A small river ran 50 yards to the east. The sun was getting low in the western sky. It would soon be touching to mountain peaks. The clearing wasn’t very large, maybe enough space for two decent buildings. The earth’s rich enough and the land is flat. This will do, he thought to himself. “Here. Here is where make our home.”

The three other pioneers just nodded their heads. What David Marshall said was going to happen. This clearing is where their four families would build a new community. A community apart from the hatred and misunderstandings back east. It would be a place to raise a family and raise it right. Before the end of the spring, this would be their homes.

David Jr, Peter and John began plotting out how to fall the trees surrounding the clearing while Andrew rode back to the wagon train. A ring of fallen trees would provide the community with protection for a few days while the first buildings where constructed.

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“Lucy, I know your weak, but you can carry more water than that!” Cindy Wingate snarled at Lucy Lee as the girls carried water from the river to the central cistern. The girls were tasked with filling the 500 gallon cistern before they went to bed tonight so that first thing in the morning the men could start John’s mini-mill and make boards for the full lumber mill.

Lucy sneered back then notice a partially buried rock ahead of them. Slowing her pace slightly, she intentionally tripped on the rock, spilling half a buck of water over Cindy’s backside. Cindy shrieked as the cold water hit. She spun around to see Lucy smiling and threw a bucket of water towards her. Lucy dodged most of the water, but the bottom half of her dress still got drenched.

Lucy lunged at Cindy, grabbing hold of the bigger girl’s hair, earning another shriek from Cindy. Thomas Wingate and Andrew Lee had been working with John to assemble the mini-mill when then heard the commotion. The two fathers rushed over and pulled their daughter’s off each other. The girls immediately began pleading with their fathers that the other girl

“It’s both their faults,” Jane commented as she hauled a load of water to be used for cooking.

“Jane you see what happened?” Thomas asked.

“Not exactly, but those two have been at each other since we stopped. In my opinion they both deserve to get it,” Jane answered, pausing for only a moment.

“But Father!” both girls pleaded simultaneously. Thomas looked at Andrew, who just nodded in silent agreement.

“Girls, go cut a switch!” Thomas commanded.

“Err. 2 switches! Spare in case,” Andrew corrected in his slightly broken English. The girls looked at their fathers, pleading for a moment for leniency, though none was to be had. Just punishing the girls was going to put the men 15 minutes behind schedule.

The girls trotted off resentfully to their wagon’s to get a hatchet. It was barely five minutes before both sullenly presented 2 willow switches to their fathers. Thomas took the two branches from Cindy the pointed towards the support beam they had just erected for the far end of the mill. Andrew followed suit with his daughter, adding in Japanese, “prepare your backside, you disgraceful girl!”

Cindy went over to the rail and started to bend over it when she noticed Lucy was undoing something under her dress. “Haha, Lucy was getting it on her slips! Servers her right!” Cindy thought. Cindy watched Lucy drop something to the ground then pulled up the back of her dress as she bent over the rail.

“Cindy, over to the other side, and I think it’s only appropriate that you bare your backside also!” Thomas said coming up behind Cindy.

“But Father! Everyone will see me!” Cindy cried.

“Same crime, same punishment! If Lucy can do it, so can you! Now get those slips up and bloomers down!” Thomas stated, showing some annoyance in his voice, and lots in his expression. Cindy got the message loud and clear. She went around the rail then lowered her bloomers and raised the back of her skirts as she bent over the rail. The whole party was shown a naked backside; one amber and one white. Lucy’s was smaller than Cindy’s but proportional for her smaller physique.

Swish! Swish! Swish! The switch rained down on the girls’ bare bottoms repeatedly, eliciting a squeal with every contact. The fathers competed with each other on the squeals from their daughters, attempting to show each other up as being more firm with discipline.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Crack! Over 3 dozen switch marks covered Cindy’s bottom and upper tights when the willow branch broke. He tossed it to the side and took a hold of the second switch. Cindy was balling while Lucy was still making light yelps in between her sobs as the stroke landed.

Thomas was just about the start again when Andrew’s switch broke. Andrew just tossed the broken branch to the side then yelled at Lucy in Japanese. Thomas figured Cindy had enough also. Her butt was swollen and criss-crossed with red lines. Disciplining his daughters was mostly his wife’s task. He really didn’t know much about how is wife spanked the girls, but figured one of the two got it every few weeks, mostly with a hairbrush. He’d find the hairbrush laying out in odd places in their old home.

“Cindy, make yourself decent again and get back to work. Anymore ruckus from you and I’ll see to it that you spend the night on the rail and everyone will take a switch your backside!” Thomas growled as he returned to work.

“Yes pa sniff!” Cindy managed as she pushed herself up and off the rail. Her backside stung like no other. “That Lucy would pay for getting her whipped,” Cindy thought as she gingerly made her way towards the buckets. Lucy followed her a few moments later.

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Cindy bade her time, and carried bucket after bucket of water until the cistern was filled. Cindy would peak at Lucy’s buckets during each trip, seeing they were only “half” full.

Morning came and both girls were very stiff. They helped their mothers cook breakfast then were set off to adding more water to the cistern. The mill would drain the entire tank in 30 minutes of continuous usage, so the girls were to be kept busy refilling the tank as fast as the mill used the water. Ideally, John wished he could have brought more hosing, which would allow them to fill the tank from a site closer to the river, but weight restrictions prevented it. Axes and saws were more important.

It was just after lunch when Cindy found her chance to get back at Lucy. The men had milled 6 trees during the morning and needed to prep another set of logs before they could mill more lumber. Cindy found Lucy sitting on a rock by the river, playing with a few minnows. Snatching a small willow branch, Cindy crept up behind Lucy until she was in striking distance. A quick shove sprawled Lucy into the riverbank’s mud. Cindy swung the branch down on Lucy’s clothed back and legs as fast and hard as she could, causing Lucy to yell out for help.

Thomas and David had been walking over the community’s layout when they heard the screams. “CYNTHIA WINGATE!” Thomas yelled at his daughter as he and David rushed over to stop the assault. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!”

“That slacker deserved it!” Cindy yelled, trying to get another few strokes in on Lucy, but being held back by her father.

David arrived a moment after Thomas and helped Lucy get to her feet and clean some of the mud off her dress.

“Get to the wagon NOW!” Thomas yelled, shoving his daughter in the direction of their wagon. Once Cindy had started in the general direction, he turned to see if Lucy was hurt. Lucy said she was OK, but David and Thomas still helped her over to her Wagon for her mother to check her out.

Thomas then asked David for some advice. “I don’t know what to do with Cindy. I just thrashed her yesterday for fighting with Lucy, and you know how successful that was.” Thomas commented as David and him walked out of earshot of anyone else.

“I saw you and Andrew dealing with those girls last night. Well, back east they’d have seen what she did to Lucy just now as a criminal act, and treated her appropriately,” David replied.

“But we have no jail, don’t have the luxury of allowing her to sit in one for that matter, and fines would be pointless, since money doesn’t matter right now,” Thomas stated, unsure where David might be going.

“Well a crime against the community should be punished by the community. Maybe a longer period over that rail will help her see the error of her ways.”

“David, the rail we used is now part of the mill.”

“We’ll construct a new one and any woman who causes mischief will get to ride it.”

“Sounds fair. We should talk with John and Andrew first though.” The patriarch headed to the mill site to discuss the idea with John and Andrew, the other two patriarch of the community. With the consent of the three other men, Thomas set off to build the first whipping rail of the community.

The rail was a single 4 inch wide set upon three posts spaced evenly over it’s 6 foot length. The top corners were rounded off, but the wood was still rough. Set at 40 inches off the ground, only the tallest women would be able to touch the ground when bent over it. Thomas cut a groove in the top of each post, and tied off a hitching loop in case a women needed to be restrained. He suspected Cindy would once he started in on her.

It was just before sunset when Thomas finished construction and David thought it was a perfect time to put it to use. David called everyone’s attention then began his short speech. “Earlier today Cindy decided to repeatedly strike at Lucy. Such an offense would be a crime back east, and so shall it be here. Cynthia Wingate, please step forward.” Cindy glanced at her mother and father before looking downcast and shuffled her way to beside David Marshall. “You are charged with striking Lucy Lee, how do you plead?” David continued.

“Hmm….guilty?” Cindy replied apprehensively.

“Do you have any excuse for your actions?” David asked.

“No sir,” Cindy mumbled. She was blushing with everyone’s attention focused on her, especially attention due to bad behavior.

“Do you want to say anything before I pass judgement?” David asked.

“No sir,” Cindy just wanted to get this over with.

“Then Cynthia Wingate I find you guilty of assault.” David then looked out to everyone, “Since we don’t have a jail or anything here, and we surely can’t spare anyone’s time, thus Thomas, John, Andrew and I discussed the issue. We reckon the easiest, and fastest method to punish a women is with the application of willow across their backside. Since there is lots of work to be done, men will be punished with days of community work.” Returning his attention to Cindy, “Cindy, you are sentenced to 2 willows over the rail, the first of which shall be applied by your victim.” A few of the younger girls giggled a little upon hearing that Cindy was going to get it and here in front of everyone.

“Cindy, you will lower any bloomers you are wearing then raise your petticoats and lay yourself lengthwise along the rail, presenting your nude bottom and tights for correction.”

A few more giggles escaped from younger girls at the revelation of Cindy getting her bare bottom whipped publicly. They were happy to see her get the switch; getting to see her get it bare was overwhelming. They did their best to suppress their glee, otherwise they may end up on the wrong end of their mother’s hairbrush tonight.

Cindy blushed at the humiliation. She looked up at David, making her eyes as round as saucers, and pleading non-verbally for leniency. David arched his eyebrows slightly to indicate his patience was fading for the young miss. Cindy returned her stare to patch of dandelions in front of her feet. She knew it was going to happen, whether she liked it or not.

She followed Mr. Marshall’s ushering her around to the end of the rail in a daze. She stared down at the narrow beam of wood until David cleared his throat. Cindy reached down to her hemline then up, under her skirts to get to the tie holding her bloomers up. Even though everyone was about to see her, she still tried to maintain her modesty as long as possible. Releasing the knot, the undergarment slowly slipped its way down Cindy’s legs.

“You should tie off your ankles to preserve your modesty,” David said as he motioned to the short length of rope at the bottom of the rail. Cindy took the suggestion and tied a simple knot around her ankles to keep from kicking her legs up.

“Miss Wingate, please present your bottom for correction,” David stated dryly. Cindy reached back to her thighs and started pulling up her skirt until the hemline reached her fingers. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and opened her backside to the world. The cool spring air danced upon her pristine globs, drawing little hills across its surface. For a moment, the world seemed oddly at peace. The wind stopped blowing, Birds stopped singing, men stopped hammering. Everything just stopped. No pain, just a a perfect calm.

Swish! “grrrph!” Cindy grunted with the return of reality. She refused to give Lucy any satisfaction, even as the branch cut deeply into her welted bottom. Resolve had to be greater than the pain.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Lucy brought the switch down harder and harder, trying to get some response out of Cindy, but she wouldn’t respond.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Lucy swung the switch this way and that and still only earn grunts from Cindy.

Swish! “Ooouccchh!” Cindy cried out when Lucy swung the branch in an upward arch, catching her just under the cheeks. Lucy applied the last 3 strokes in the branch to this spot, earning a more distinct yelp with each stroke. Lucy was just starting to enjoy herself when the branch broke in half.

“Thank you Lucy. John has agreed to finish Cindy’s punishment. John,” David said, stopping Lucy from trying to swing with the broken branch. John stepped over to a nearby Willow tree and hacked off an inch wide branch then cleaned it with barely 2 swipes of the hatchet. He handed the hatchet to David then took up his position behind Cindy.

SWWIISSH! “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH” The branch left a white band on the center of Cindy’s butt while it drove all the pain from the surface deep inside. A moment later the pain exploded back to the surface twice as bad. Cindy went wild, bouncing and wiggling about, trying to escape the fire that burn on her butt.

John waited a few moments then brought the branch down hard again, just below his first stroke.

SWWIISSH! “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH” Cindy wiggled about violently immediately this time.

SWWIISSH! “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH”

SWWIISSH! “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH”

The branch could take only 4 more of John’s mighty swings before it broke. Cindy clearly vocalized her distress until her backside shone a dark red with 8 parallel purple stripes.

“Miss Wingate, you have taken your punishment well. You can take a few minutes to arrange yourself, but I expect you back to work shortly.” David told the weeping girl. He did not give her much more thought. This little ordeal had put them behind, and constructing the village was much more important than some mischievous child. He really would not have spent the time to deal with Cindy had he not needed to make an example for everyone else. Particularly those young women folk who were always bickering. “Peter! We got a dozen trees ready over on the east side! Can you get them out by noon?”

Willow Groove – Returning To Her Roots

June 18th, 2003
Brooklyn, New York

Amber Shue could not sleep. The nervous excitement was just too much. Tomorrow, she and her family would set out for Willow Groove. She would be starting at Myra University there while her parents would be moving into her great aunt’s house. Former house would be more appropriate, since her great aunt Martha had passed away almost 2 months prior.

Amber didn’t particular care for her parents to be living so close to the college she was going to be attending, but she did get “The Founder’s Legacy” scholarship, which along with the required study-work program offered at the university, would allow her to graduate debt free without any help from her parents. Aunt Martha had also left her mom the house in her will, so she couldn’t really complain. She just wanted to try to do the whole college thing on her own. Hopefully living in the dorms would help her create some independence. It wasn’t that she resented her parents, quite the opposite, she was very thankful for all the help they provided her. She just knew she had to learn to survive on her own and college would be a good place to start. Of course she wouldn’t complain about the fewer rules either.

Late into the night sleep finally over took Amber. Her dreams where a mixture of odd events from the last time she had seen Aunt Martha. The people were utlra friendly to her all the time except occasionally a cousin or two would disappear suddenly and no one would ever tell Amber where she went. Wild guesses started filling her mind. Where they kidnapped, monsters, aliens, ghosts? Every scary movie she had ever seen came back with a vengeance, haunting her last night in Brooklyn.

Beams of light peaked through the open blinds waking Amber shortly after 6:30am. She rubbed her eyes trying to figure out what time her phone shown.

“Six thirty!” Amber moaned. Her alarm wasn’t set until 8:30. Two hours more sleep she could be getting right now. “I haven’t been up this early since school ended.” she thought in a disgruntled stupor. Unlike during school time, rolling over and hiding from the light didn’t help her fall back asleep. Aliens and ghosts were so much more fun than seeing the sunrise.

After 10 minutes of laying there, she decided to get up and finish the last of her packing. It would make her mom happy before they started out on the 1,800 mile road trip. It was going to take them 2 days of non-stop driving to get to Willow Groove. They planned on staying out side of Chicago the first night and either drive all the way the second day, or stop again in Cheyenne for the night.

Willow Groove is a series of stories following a teenager from New York’s adventures and transition as she moves to a reclusive small town and attends college. Each section is not necessarily graphic, but always tries to build upon the bigger story. I have a reasonably large amount already written so many of the earlier postings may be associated with Willow Groove. Also, just like life, and college in particular, some parts are clean and innocent, and other parts are extremely dirty.