Willow Groove – Learning the Fourth Rule of Decorum

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.

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 – Pledges Move into Sigma Eplison Chi

Amber received her sorority invitation three days prior to moving into the dorms. This would be her only invitation of the semester since the sororities bid on applicants. The sororities got points to cast on applicants each semester based upon their placement in the intergreek games. Each sorority then made a bid for each of their applicants with a minimum of one point for each applicant the sorority received that semester. Thus every girl who wanted an shot at a sorority got a chance to get in and allowed some screening for the best pledges.

The Sigma Epsilon Chi invitation arrived in large manilla envelope. The first page contained the formal invitation to pledge the sorority, the bottom of which contained a place for a signature indicating the girl accepted the invitation. Following this page were fifteen neatly typed pages of processes, procedures and rules associated with pledging, all in size 8 font.

Amber quickly signed the acceptance letter without reading past the first page. Directly after lunch she would head to Sigma Epsilon Chi’s house and turn in the letter in person. This would allow her to move directly into the sorority house, instead of moving into the dorms for 2 weeks then having to move again to the house.

——

Move in day was an organized madhouse. Three sisters stood guard in front Sigma Epsilon Chi, checking off names and directing pledges and parents to the pledge quarters. A steady stream of parents and girls flowed from the cars parked out front to the set of bedrooms located in the terrace level. Pledge Quarters were a group of three bedrooms connected to a single main room. Community bathroom took the place of a fourth bedroom, creating an isolated suite for the pledges. This would be the pledges home for at least the next semester, though often for their entire freshmen year.

A single note made of white card stock laid on the each neatly made bed. The name of each pledge was handwritten on a different bed, signify its owner. The second room Amber looked in contained her note. She tossed her duffel bag onto the bed before opening it.

“You are to have all of your stuff neatly put away and report at 6:00pm in the main room wearing your pajamas. Signed Pledge Mistress Sarah”

The “wearing pajamas” peaked Amber’s interest. Why did we have to have our PJs on at 6:00 in the evening? We we going to be sent to bed early or something? It was probably related to some silly induction ceremony.

Amber’s Mom help her unpack her bags and get her space organized. Each pledge didn’t have much space, but enough to survive. Next to each twin size bed was pushed into the four corners of the room. Between the bed’s headboard stood a four level wooden dresser and a double wide freestanding wardrobe closet then another dresser. A plain laminate desk stuck into the room at bed’s foot-board, creating a semi-confined space for each girl.

“Hi! I’m Jessica!” the brunette in the adjacent bed came up to Amber and stuck out her hand.

“Ah, hi. I’m Amber,” Amber shook the perky girl’s hand.

“I guess we have to share a closet. I have extra hangers if you need any. I only needed four. I should’ve probably used more..” Jessica blurted out at double speed. Amber was as much shocked at speed of Jessica’s speech as she was self-conscious of making a fool of herself. “..to hang up all my sweatshirts, but it isn’t cold yet so they can wait. Though the card did say neatly..” Jessica just noticed the Amber’s timid expression and stopped suddenly in mid sentence. After a deep breath, she apologized, “Sorry, I ramble when I am nervous.”

“Ah…its OK, I’m nervous too,” Amber said quietly. “Do you know anything about pledging?”

“Not really. I read over everything they sent, but it was mostly university mandated information. I wonder what they are going to make us do? A scavenger hunt? Eat Bugs? Raid a fraternity? Streak?”

“I’d die if they made us streak,” Amber commented. “I don’t think I’d make it to being a sister.”

“Me neither,” Jessica agreed.

“Don’t worry you two,” Amber’s mom shushed the girls as she returned with another load of stuff. “Just follow direction and work hard and you’ll be a sister in no time.”

“Hu?” Amber turned to her mother, puzzled at the response. She knew her mother went here for college, but she wasn’t a Sigma girl, was she?

“I was an active back in college. Your mother did have some fun in college too.” Amber’s mom joked while unloading the plastic container of toiletries and assorted personal items.

“Mommm!” Amber whined like an embarrassed teenager, though her new friend just giggled.

Around 4:00pm one of the sisters entered the pledge quarters and started telling the parents it was time to start sorority activities and that they needed to leave. A couple of the girls questioned the validity of this statement, especially with a note telling them to be ready at 6:00pm, but no one really minded getting rid of her parents an hour early.

Jessica and Amber took the couple of hours without any parents around to chat and get to know each other. Amber told her about New York and living in a big city. How the schools there were not like you saw on TV and none of the teachers were like Mr. Keating in “Dead Poets Society.” It was nearly 6:00 when Rosa, one of their roommates, mentioned they should get changed. Amber gathered up her stuff and made a quick trip to the bathroom to change and freshen up a little. Friends are one thing, but changing in front of other girls still made her a little shy.

Sarah wandered into the pledge quarters a few minutes before 6:00. She politely introduced herself to a few of the girls while waiting for the clock to strike 6. The second after the hand struck 6, she yelled “ATTENTION!” Everyone in the room fell silent and every girl in the room looked up at her startled. Sarah stood only 5 foot 2, shorter than just about every other girl, but was definitely a powerful figure. “When you are told to fall in, you are expected in line, at attention prior to the designated time!” she continued to yell pacing along the front of the room. Every girl in the room quickly tried to make a line. Amber fell in about a 1/3 of the way from the right wall.

“As of this moment, you are beginning your pledging of Sigma Epsilon Chi sorority. Your induction will occur this weekend, after which you will be expected to learn all of the history, traditions and secrets of the sorority. In the mean time, you will learn the rules and practices of the sorority and this house. During the pledging process you will learn each of the sorority’s 12 Rules of Decorum. These rules will be what you live by in Sigma Epsilon Chi and as such you will be required to memorize them. The first rule you need to know is number 6, ‘a sister shall always be clean and organized in mind, body and environment.’ Please repeat rule number 6.”

In unison all 10 of the pledges said “a sister shall always be clean and organized in mind, body and environment.”

“Good. From now on you are to live by that rule and be able to repeat it when asked. Understand?”

“YES!….” no one knew how we should address her.

“Pledge Mistress is fine” Sarah said. “Is everyone in full compliance with rule number 6 right now?”

The girls all looked around at each other making sure they looked clean before responding with a tentative “yes.” Most knew there was some kind of trap associated with the question, but couldn’t figure it out.

After the last tentative yes, Sara spoke “ALWAYS IN COMPLIANCE means you should never have to think about the answer. Kayla, lets see if the pledge’s rooms are in compliance with rule number 6.”

“Yes Pledge Mistress,” the girl standing off in the corner holding a clip board said following Sarah into the first room on the left. A couple of minutes later Sarah and Kayla moved onto the second bedroom, then onto the last bedroom before returning to the main room.

“We have found 21 instances of rule 6 being broken in the bedrooms. The consequence for breaking a rule is swats. For rule number 6, it is 5 swats plus one per instance. You are expected to memorize the consequences as well as the rules.” Kayla picked up the sorority paddle off the wall and handed it to Sarah. “We will go down the line and you will identify each instance where you have broken rule 6 in your bedroom. If you have not broken rule 6, state as much. If you have, you will receive five strokes for breaking the rule plus one stroke per instance you mention. If you fail to mention an instance you will receive a stroke for it and another 5 for lying. After you are done correcting the instances, you may go to the dining room and eat dinner. Understand? Good! Would anyone like to volunteer to go first or shall Kayla just pick?”

A taller blonde girl near the other end as Amber stepped forward and smartly said “Pledge Mistress, I have not broken rule number 6.” Sarah turn around to face the pledge.

“Are you sure?” Sarah asked.

“Yes.”

“Very well, what is your name?” Sarah asked.

“Jennifer” was the response.

“Two instances, sweater thrown over the foot board and closet door open.” Kayla responded at Sarah’s glance.

“Jennifer, it seems you were wrong. Please take 2 steps forward, lower your PJ bottoms then bend over and grab your ankles,” Sarah said in an even tone. Jennifer though just looked back with a shocked look on her face. “NOW!” Sarah yelled, shocking Jennifer into action. Jennifer took 2 half steps forward before slowly pulling down the her baby blue Vickie’s PJ bottoms to reveal a matching pair of satin panties. She lowered the bottoms all the way to her ankles when Sarah interrupted her trance, “Finally! You will receive 5 strokes for breaking rule number 6, plus 1 per instance for 7 strokes. You will receive an additional 5 strokes for lying to me about it for a total of 12 strokes. Please count each stroke otherwise it won’t count.”

THUACK! “One!” Jennifer gasped. Sarah swung the paddle hard against Jennifer’s exposed panties. The two girls who had been standing on either side of Jennifer could see her butt start to pink already.

THUACK! “Two!” Jennifer gasped.

THUACK! “Three! ah” the pain was starting to swell up inside of her.

THUACK! “Ahh Foar!”

THUACK! “ESTTT Faavvee!” Jennifer cried. The burn from the first stroke had created into open fire.

THUACK! “OOUCCHH SEEEXX!”

THUACK! “ESTTT Saavaan! Snifff” She dug her nails into the back of her calf, trying to hold on. “I am strong” she whimpered to herself over and over.

THUACK! “ESTTT ATTTEE ahhh!”

THUACK! “ESTTT NIEEEENNN!” The pain crested, breaking down every emotional barrier Jennifer had tried to put up. She would cry and cry for all she was worth.

THUACK! “OOOOOOWWWWWW TAANNNN Sniff!” Jennifer was openly sobbing now. Half the pledges were covering their mouths while looking on with awe while the rest looked away, trying

THUACK! “OOOOOOWWWWWW ALLLVVAANN Sniff!”

THUACK! “OOOOOOWWWWWW TAAWWLLLVVVEEE Sniff!”

“OK, you are done. Please stand over there against the wall until you are ready to leave. When you are ready to leave, you may correct your mistakes then sign the punishment log and go to dinner.” Sarah said pointing the paddle towards the opposite wall near Kayla.

Jennifer reached for her bottoms to pull them up but Sarah stopped her before they reached her knees. “Those are to stay down. It is custom in the house for a sister being punished to stay how she was punished until she signs the punishment log.” Then turning to the larger group, “That is a custom, not a rule. It does not need to be memorized, but should still be obeyed. Who is next?”

The next two girls also believed they had perfect spaces, though each was corrected with 11 strokes of the paddle. The whole time Amber was shaking in anticipation of her turn to feel the paddle. She knew she had left a sweat shirt hanging on her closet’s door handle, but couldn’t remember if there was anything else out of place.

After three pledges gave wrong answers, none of the remaining 7 girls dared speak up. After a few moments with no volunteers, Sarah glanced at Kayla for the next girl’s name. “Ms. Bridgette Caufeild,” Kayla called.

The taller girl two down on Amber’s left hesitantly took half a step forward. “A little farther,” Sarah motioned the paddle for Bridgette to move farther forward, giving Sarah ample swinging room behind her. “Have you broke any Rules of Decorum?”

“Yes??…. Pledge Mistress” Bridgette responded.

“Which rule did you break and how?”

“Rule number 6. I left my suitcase out, a pair of shoes were not put away, and… and… a book was sitting on my night stand,” Bridgette blurted out trying her best to remember everything. Kayla looked down at her clipboard to find Bridgette’s name. There was the suitcase and the book were listed, but not the shoes. So what, Bridgette felt she had made a mistake, then she shall receive a swat for it. Kayla had taken strokes more than once because she felt she broke a rule even though Sarah told her afterwards that she didn’t agree. Kayla nodded to Sarah.

“Five for breaking rule 6 plus 3 instances is 8 strokes. Drop your bottoms, bend over and grab your ankles.” Bridgette hooked her thumbs in her sweats and pulled the waste band down to reveal her large rear end framed wih purple boy-shorts.

THUACK! “Ahh sniff One!” Bridgette cried. The boy-shorts made a nice target for Sarah and she landed stroke after stroke of the paddle in the same spot. Upon contact with her butt, the paddle would just cover up the panties, making them seemly disappear.

THUACK! “AAHHH Twwwwo! Sniff Sniff!” Bridgette pleas had became more gasps than coherent speech.

THUACK! “THHRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!” the number came out more as a yell than a cry. Bridgette was not handling the pain well at all.

THUACK! “FFFOOOOOAAAARRRRRR!” Bridgette screamed causing everyone in the room to cringe a little.

Sarah was already used to having one girl in each pledge class who couldn’t take a paddling. A year as Pledge Mistress and a year and a half as the Assistant Pledge Mistress taught her exactly what she needed to do with Bridgette. She leaned over and whispered into Bridgette’s ear “Screaming like that is just going to draw attention to you. I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want any larger of an audience than is absolutely necessary. You have 4 more strokes coming. If you keep screaming like before, all the sisters will be down here to view your last 2 strokes. The other girls took their punishment without such outbursts, and you should be able to do it also.” Sarah stood up and took aim at the purple boy-shorts.

THUACK! “ESTTT Faavvee! sniff sniff” Bridgette cried.

“Better.”

THUACK! “ESSTTTSSS Sniff SEEEXX!”

THUACK! “ESTTT ahhh Saavaan! Snifff”

THUACK! “ESTTT ATTTEE ahhh ahh ahhh!”

“You can move to the wall. Next?” Sarah asked. Girl after girl was called. The next two girls admitted to 2 offenses and took 7 strokes each. One girl, the sixth one, named only 1 thing, but actually had 3 offenses, giving her 13 strokes.

The next one up was Jessica Mason, the short sophomore with long brunette hair standing next to Amber. She listed off 10 offenses, 7 of which were noted on the clipboard. Sarah, none the less, applied 15 strokes across Jessica’s white panty clad ass. Her panties actually appeared pink from the red glow her butt was generating when Sarah finished.

“Ok. You can go over to the wall.” Sarah went over to where Kayla was standing to get a sip of water and look at the clipboard. “So far, 20 of the 21 instances of Rule 6 being broken have been dealt with. This leaves 1 offense between the three of you. Is one of you willing to admit they broke rule 6 then we can get going to dinner?”

Amber took a deep breath then stepped forward. With all the courage she could summon, “Pledge Mistress, I broke Rule number 6 by leaving my sweat shirt hanging on my closet door handle.”

“Good, well assume the position.”

THUACK! “Ah One!” Amber gasped. The pain wasn’t more than she expected, but different. It was similar to when her mom used her hand to spanked her, but the hand was larger and harder. Amber had expected more of a stinging pain, kind of like those cooking chopsticks she so dreaded.

THUACK! “Two!” Amber squeaked out.

THUACK! “Three! ah!” She clenched her cheeks right before the impact, lessening the pain, but distributing if fully through her pelvic region.

THUACK! “EEhh Foor!” Amber clenched again, this time transferring the warmth of the swat down between her legs and up into her pussy. That was a new sensation.

THUACK! “Ehhh Feeafffe.” Amber whimpered. The warmth transferred down and around again.

THUACK! “OOUCCHH Seisx!” Amber cried out softly hopping no could tell she was aroused as well as in pain.

“Ok, Amber hurry and take care of your sweat shirt so we can get to dinner. I’m starving. Kayla do you know what’s on the menu tonight?”

Amber shuffled her feet off to her bedroom trying to take the largest steps her pj shorts would allow. She tossed the sweat shirt on a hanger then made her way back out to the main room. Kayla was standing by the counter with the pledge punish book open to the second page and a pen in hand. Amber’s name was entered at the end, followed by the number of the rule she broke and the explicit offense. The number 6 followed the offense, indicating she received 6 strokes and Sarah’s signature. At the end was a space for Amber to sign. She took the pen from Kayla and signed in the empty space completing the entry.

Amber then gently pulled her shorts over her still tender bottom and followed the girls upstairs to the dinning room. Her first paddling at Sigma Epsilon Chi was in the books. She felt a little relieved. The paddling wasn’t as unbearable, but definitely something she wanted to avoid. It was actually the main reason the Pledge Mistresses tried to paddle every girl the first day of their pledge period. It eliminated the fear of the punishment, but instilled respect for it. Of course it wasn’t like all of the girls hadn’t never been taken in hand before but this was college and a new phase in their lives.

What happens in Vegas, hurts at home

Gina Graves couldn’t believe how much her head ached. The back seat of the Tahoe spun slowly as she regained her senses. She could make out Kara Fitzpatrick driving and the remaining 3 girls of her bachelorette party asleep. Thinking about it now, she couldn’t remember much after they got into the limo and started doing Patron shots.

———–

“I hear you had a good time at your bachelorette party.” Cloris Fitzpatrick asked her future daughter-in-law.

“Hmm, yea.” Gina answered tentatively.

“Vegas was everything you expected?” Cloris asked before sipping her tea.

“Yea, we had a really great time.”

“So you think it’s appropriate for a respectable young lady to be getting drunk in a strange city?”

“We were all together, drinking at the hotel’s bar and really didn’t consume very much.” Gina tried to reassure the older lady, without fully knowing if it was true.

“What about the dancing on a tables?” Cloris asked nonchalantly causing Gina to become a little frightened. She hadn’t known they danced on a table. “Or the skinny dipping, or streaking or making out with one of your bridesmaids?”

“What?” Mrs. Graves asked their guest.

Gina glanced at Jessica then over towards Kara who had began blushing. Gina’s memory was still quite hazy from the night before, but admitting it to her mother would just get her in more trouble.

“I happened to find a bunch of interesting pictures on Facebook this morning,” Cloris said as she reached into her purse to retrieve your phone.

“Oh?” June answered. The three girls looked at each other, fearful of what they had mistakenly posted the night before.

Cloris pressed a few buttons on her iPhone then leaned over towards June to show her what she’d found. With a couple flicks of the finger, June went from curious to shocked to angry to disappointed.

“My Kara knows the consequence for such behavior involves the cane,” Cloris said as she continued flicking through the pictures.

“My girls have yet to experience the cane, but it seems now is an appropriate time to introduce them.”

“But Mom, I’m getting married tomorrow!” Gina exclaimed.

“Tomorrow is the optimum word there, young lady. Until the I do’s, you are your father’s and my responsibility, and I intend to punish you for such grossly obscene behavior.”

“Well I was thinking since they acted together, they should be punished together, so I happened to bring the cane I use on Kara,” Cloris said.

“Oh? Well if we are going to get to the rehearsal on time we should get underway right now.”

“Agreed. Over the sofa?”

“Should work. Girls, get behind the sofa and drop your jeans and panties!” June commanded. Gina and Jessica glanced at each other then got up to follow their mother’s command.

“Kara, go get the cane from the trunk then you can join the Graves sisters.” Cloris add when Kara didn’t move. Kara scampered out to their car while Gina and Jessica took their place behind the sofa and lowered their jeans and panties. The pulled down their shirts in the front to attempt to preserve some modesty, but it exposed their backsides even more. When Kara returned with the cane she was greeted by a pair of white bums, which she soon matched. All three girls knew their mother would just great rebellion with more strokes.

“So you do have some modesty? The pictures don’t seem to confer it.” The girls all blushed at this. “So how do you do the cane?” June asked her fellow mother.

“Kara gets a set number or strokes per infraction. I intend on giving her 16; 6 each for streaking and skinny dipping and 4 for excessive drinking.” All three girls eyes got as large as saucers when they heard their sentence was 16 strokes.

“Sounds fair, but isn’t 6 traditionally the most ever given at one time?” June asked.

“Yea, ‘6 of the best’ is the old school limit for the cane. I was thinking 8 now and 8 in the morning.”

“But Mom, tomorrow is my wedding!” Gina pleaded.

“It’ll definitely help the girls remember to behave at the reception.” June said to Cloris before turning to her daughter.

“Would you prefer all 16 today?”

“I don’t want any with the cane,” Gina responded.

“Me neither!” Jessica chimed in.

“Your behavior last night warrants it,” June said to both of her daughters then looking explicitly at Gina, “Any more lip from you and you can enjoy your hairbrush too. Now lets get going. Jessica your first so bend over the sofa. You two take a couple steps back so you can see the trouble you got her into.”

June picked up the cane and swished it a few times while Jessica bent herself over the back of the sofa. Not knowing anything else, she got in the normal position she would as if she was getting the paddle, with the front top of her hips resting on the top of the sofa back, her tights straight down along the back of the sofa and her head buried in the cushion. The position exemplified the fullness of her butt.

Gina became a little jealous of her sister’s bottom as she watched her get into position, just like every other time she’d seen Jessica spanked.

Cloris leaned over and whispered into June’s ear, “Do you know what gating is?” June shook her head. “Well with the cane it’s every effective to place horizontal strokes then a diagonal one at the end. In this case, I recommend 6 horizontal ones then a diagonal one in each direction.” June thought for a moment then nodded.

“Jessica, why are you getting spanked?” June asked as she tapped the cane across her daughter’s bottom.

Jessica tensed up her lower cheeks at the contact. “For streaking, skinny dipping and drinking.” She gripped onto the cushion so hard she could feel her fingers through the fabric.

CRACK! “OOOUUUCCCHHHH!” Having never experienced the cane before, she didn’t understand the sting from a stroke would build upon it’s own as the blood rushed back into the impact site.

CRACK! “OOOWWWWWEEE!!!” Gina and Kara watched anxiously as a second red line appeared on Jessica’s bottom. They both knew that soon their bottoms would be feeling the cane.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! June brought the cane down over and over until six parallel lines decorated Jessica’s bottom. Jessica yelped with each new stroke, and allowed her tears to splash down onto the cushion in between.

CRACK! “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Jessica cried out as she picked the cushion off the sofa and hit it back down. Six little purple ovals quickly appeared where the diagonal stroke contacted each of the parallel ones. Gina and Kara were memorized at the changed undergoing in Jessica’s bottom before them.

CRACK! “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIEEEEEE!” Jessica wiggled about and flayed her legs back and forth as she tried in vain to get up. Gina and Kara could hear her clearly crying, but only saw the red and purple backside wiggling about.

“Honey, you can stay right there while the other two get theirs,” June comforted with a gentle touch to Jessica’s lower back.

“Kara, your next,” Cloris stated as she took the cane from June and motioned for Kara to get take her place next to Jessica. Kara resigned herself to her fate and step forward to the sofa the draped herself over the back. She planted her feet flat on the floor with her toes against the bottom of the sofa then bent at the knees and waist until the back of the sofa rested just below her breasts. Finally she reached down and held onto the base of the back cushion of the sofa. This ‘Z’-like position was how Cloris preferred the cane Kara, because it stuck out her bottom, away from her body and tights, allowing any part to be easily targeted by the cane.

“Ready?” Cloris asked her daughter.

“Yes mother.” Kara answered sheepishly.

“What was that?”

“Yes, mother. I am ready to receive my punishment.” Kara responded as she blushed deeper.

CRACK! “Grrrrr! One!” Kara cried out as Cloris bit the cane into the top of her cheeks.

Cloris slowly counted to 15 in her head before placing the next stroke a cane width’s below the first. Cloris repeated this procedure until she had 6 parallel red lines on Kara’s rear end. Kara just grunted after each stroke, then counted it out loud. Cloris waited twice along before whipping the cane in an arc to catch Kara diagonally.

CRACK! “OOOOUUCCCHHH! Essstt! Seavan!” Kara cried out with a clear wetness in her voice.

CRACK! “OOOWWWEEEEE! Snifff ATTEE!” Kara shimmied her hips forward and back trying to get some kind of breeze across her backside.

“Kara, you can move forward until your bending over the sofa like Jessica while Gina gets hers,” Cloris stated as she handed the cane off to June.

“Mother, please! I am a grown woman who’ll be married tomorrow. This is not necessary,” Gina pleaded.

“The pictures tell a different story. Married or not, no daughter of mine will act in such a vulgar manner and go unpunished. Now get that tushy over the back of the sofa or I’ll go get my hairbrush and use it to prep your rear end for the cane!” June stated.

It took Gina barely a second to weight her options. Stand her ground half naked and probably get the hairbrush THEN caned, or take the caning like the other two girls. Either way left her receiving the cane, so she might as well take it on a white bottom than a red bottom. Gina trudged herself forward until the back of the sofa provided her some privacy then bent forward, to position herself just like her little sister had 5 minute prior.
CRACK! “uuuuhhhhh” Gina let out a low guttural groan as the line of fire burnt into her bottom. She was instantly glad that this was the first and last punishment she’d ever take from a cane.

Over and over June brought the cane down onto Gina’s bottom, and over and over Gina took the strokes stoically, only a low groan or grunt indicating her pain. The first diagonal stroke created more of a reaction, but little additional noise. Gina flew her head upwards until she looked straight ahead, but didn’t allow a single gasp to escape her lips.

——————-

Gina cringed a little as she sat next to Jeff in the back of the limo. Jeff, noticing his new wife’s distress asked, “Honey, are you ok?”

“Oh…hmm… yea, this dress is just a little tight,” Gina tried to answer confidently, even through the throbbing in her bottom told a different story. Kara, Jessica and Maria happened to overhear Gina’s response and couldn’t help but giggle some. They had already opened and drank half a bottle of cheap champagne while the newlyweds were taking pictures besides the limo.
Jeff knew from the bridesmaids giggling that Gina was leaving something out. “What’s wrong honey?”

“A red derriere?” Jessica giggled as she reached to refill her glass.

“Hu?” Jeff asked. Now the attention of the entire wedding party was focused on the bride.

Gina leaned over and whispered in Jeff’s ear, “I got caned last night and this morning because of a few things we did while in Vegas.”

Jeff placed his hand over his mouth trying to contain his laughter. Containing himself, barely, he whispered back, “only you?”

“No, Jessica and Kara too,” was Gina’s response.

Jeff couldn’t help himself as he shouted out “So Jessica and Kara, what did you do to get caned by your moms?”

Kara and Jessica froze as their faces flashed from white to as red as their bottoms. The groomsmen all chuckled some while Maria sunk back into her seat as she blushed lightly.

“Come on, let us see!” Mark shouted from behind the driver.

Jessica looked over Kara who arched her eyebrows back. “Hey, why not?” each girl thought. The alcohol was already flowing nicely through their blood, cutting all inhibitions to nil.
Kara and Jessica switched places with the bride and groom then turned around so they were kneeling on the seat, facing the back of the car. They looked at each other and smiled before grabbing the hem of their dresses and wiggling it up to their waists. Neither had dared to put panties on under their dresses because of welts, and they didn’t want a panty-line, so as the hemline cleared their tights, the tramlines became visible to everyone in the wedding party.

Cat-calls came from a couple of the groomsmen. The attention encouraged the girls to ham it up a bit by wiggling their bottoms as if the red lines are badges of courage.

——–

Everyone had a great time at the reception. Kara found out Jeff’s best friend was quite interesting while Jeff’s other friend in the wedding party was just the type Jessica was looking for. Both girls snuck out of the party early to go up the Mark’s hotel room so the guys could ‘examine’ their welts more closely. The girls didn’t mind showing off their wounds, so long as the guys probed them deeply. At one point, the girls were both getting it from behind when they looked at each other, knowing if pictures of this night got out, they’d be up for another dose of the cane. If it was the cost of admission for a night like this, it as well worth it they both thought.

The bride wasn’t as lucky as her bridesmaids. She got lucky on her wedding night, but she first had to pay her new husband for her sins during her bachelorette party. When they arrived at their hotel room, Jeff first pulled his new bride across his knee. He pulled up the back of her wedding dress and slowly and playfully spanked her bottom while questioning her about the party. Gina had never knew a spanking could arouse her, until Jeff started, so she eagerly confessed all of the sins she could remember, or had seen in pictures. Once Jeff was satisfied Gina had told him everything, he had her strip off the wedding dress then kneel on the end of the bed. The alcohol and hormones had taken over Gina’s common sense so she eagerly complied. The 17 belt strokes Jeff laid onto her red and bruised bottom got mixed up on their transmission from her bottom to her brain, creating an unique feeling of painful pleasure. Jeff didn’t allow the last swat anytime to sink in before taking his new wife deeply from behind.

“You can expect a similar punishment when ever you are naughty, Mrs Fitzpatrick!” Jeff growled into his wife’s ear as he bent over her back, keeping up a steady rhythm.

“YES uuuhhh SIRRREE! Gina screamed out.