Spanksgiving Day Parade

“Welcome to to the Spanksgiving Day Parade. I am Catherine Littlebum and I am here with Daniel Hardhand.”

“Welcome, We have a great parade in store for you today. I have seen some of today’s floats and they even better than last year. You are really going to see something special today.”

“That is for sure. This year, like always, is starting right on time.”

“This year it is being lead by the marching band, ‘Contrite Chrisses’. Is that? Yes it is! They are playing their world famous ‘Solemn Lullaby’! Oh what a wonderful tune.”

“That it is Daniel. It always sends a shiver down my spine when I hear it.”

“And a twitch in the bum?”

“Well that’s a given, Daniel. Next up is the float from St. Lucianna’s School for Naughty Girls.”

“Oh what a wonderful school scene they have. Those Nun habits look very authentic from up here. Those ‘schoolgirls’ may have graduated long ago, but they are surely learning some lessons today.”

“Especially that redhead over the desk getting a workout from the ruler.”

“Catherine, don’t forget the back of the float! It looks like the Headmaster’s study is busy today.”

“Oh, your right. The two blondes touching their toes are perfectly positioned for his cane.”

“Nothing but six of the best!”

“You can say that again, Daniel.”

“Nothing but six of the best! Up next is one of the more extreme floats, from Lefien Leather.”

“Oh, that leather cat suit looks awful hot from up here.”

“Would you rather be freezing in those schoolgirl outfits we just saw, Catherine?”

“You know it! Now comes my favorite part of the parade, The giant balloons!”

“We have a giant flying paddle, and a hairbrush. Ohh, and that padded sawhorse is new.”

“I haven’t seen that one before. It looks like a circular arrowhead.”

“I bet you haven’t seen it before, but you probably felt it. It’s a ginger plug for figging.”

“Oh yea. Your right Daniel, I have never saw one, just felt a few.”

“Next up, we have Inquisition Goods, makers of some of the finest Medieval toys available.”

“Those hooded executioners sure look ominous. That one is really flogging the woman secured to the St. Andrews Cross.”

“The blonde in the pillory is looking like she is have a good time. Oh her execution just dropped his tawse and, yup, there he goes, rogering her good.”

“What a lucky girl! Next up is the all female marching band, ‘Yelping Ladies’ performing ‘Spank Dance.’ Look at their Color Guard jump. Those drum majors are not holding anything back.”

“It is called ‘Spank Dance’ for a reason. Next we have the float by Domestic Depot. What a lovely bedroom scene they have created this year. That bride is sure getting it.”

“A hairbrush in a groom’s hands has straighten out many bridezillas. I sure worked for me. Wow, look at those jugglers through around those paddles, they are an experts in dealing with the hard wood.”

“I bet they get plenty of practice. Catherine, it looks like we are nearing the end of this years parade, but first we have the float from the sweet people over at College Accessories. It looks like they have a lovely dorm room scene.”

“Daniel, I can tell you haven’t been to a College in quite a few years, because that isn’t a dorm room, its a sorority housemother’s room.”

“Oh, your right. And those sister sure have been naughty. Good thing they are right after the paddle jugglers, that housemother looks like she might need a replacement paddle soon.”

“There is our last float, and as is tradition, there is Spank Claus. Daniel, can you tell what is he giving out to all the naughty girls and boys this year?”

“Those are little wooden spoons!”

“Hopefully they won’t have to wait until they get home to be used.”

“I agree.”

“Well, I’d like to thank you all for coming out on this lovely Spanksgiving Day. Today’s parade was sure a great one. I’m Catherine Littlebum.”

“And I’m Daniel Hardhand, wishing you a wonderful rest of the day.”

Admirable goals of a spoiled brat

The story begins with Just Your Everyday Spoiled Brat Party and continued with Consequences for the spoiled brats.

Gwen sat on the edge of her bed, waiting. In five days she would be returning to college, with all its excitement, camaraderie and parties, but right now she had to wait. Waiting some unknown length of time for her mom.

She turned the slab of oak in her hands over and over. It was something to do, even if it didn’t break her focus on the inevitable. Soon this piece of wood would be a pain in the ass, literally. It was so small, really. At about twelve inches long and a three inch blade, the paddle weighted barely a pound. But it was this slender profile that had made it so deadly to her bottom.

She glanced up, instinctively looking across her room, towards the small corner formed between her closet and bathroom door. “Then over there,” she thought aloud. Corner-time was the worst part about being spanked. Displaying her bare bottom was so embarrassing, even if it was just to her empty room. And tonight she’d be there completely nude. Her mother probably would even leave her bedroom door open so everyone in the house would see her there.

Gwen’s mother cleared her throat loud, breaking Gwen’s daydreams. “You go to the bathroom?” she asked her daughter.

“Yes,” Gwen answered meekly, looking down at her hands, which nervously fiddled with the paddle. A strong blush filled her cheeks as she was reminded of the incident prompting her mother to ask the question before every spanking. She wet her mother’s lap one time and now is reminded to pee before every spanking.

“Then stand up and I’ll take that.” Gwen’s mother indicated the paddle. The two generations exchanged the piece of wood, and with it their positions.

Gwen couldn’t understand why, but she had to stare at the paddle the whole time she stood before her mother and was scolded. She had illogical feeling that if she focused on it then the paddle couldn’t sneak up on her. Subconsciously it was she was trying to avoid the feelings of letting her parents down that came with the scolding.

“I still can’t believe you got yourself arrested. Your father and I raised you better than that. Especially not to do what you were doing, what ever it was!” Gwen’s mother scolded. “Do you have anything to say?”

That last line always finished these lectures. There was only one thing Gwen could do. “I’m sorry mom. I really am. You don’t need to spank me again, I’ve learned my lesson,” Gwen pleaded.

“I don’t want this lesson to be one you forget, EVER!” Gwen’s mom took up the same position which Gwen held a mere ten minutes earlier. “You can remove that robe, young lady,” she said, motioning to the knot around her daughter’s waist.

Even though her mother had seen her naked many times, it was situations like this that were the hardest to disrobe. Her fingers fumbled with the Terra cloth knot, to really able to follow the order provided by her left brain. “Please?”

The plea of mercy fell on deaf ears. A pair of raised eyebrows was enough to prompt Gwen into decisive action, freeing the knot and shedding the robe. The front flaps parted slightly to show more of her cleavage and little else.

“Please mom, not hard!” Gwen pleaded, even though she obediently draped her torso over the awaiting knees. “I put in as much time as they would allow.”

“You shouldn’t have had to do community service in the first place!” Gwen’s mother scolded her upturned daughter. She didn’t really care how much of the community service Gwen had done, but the outstanding community service hours may help drive home her point. She wasn’t one who believed in undue formality during spankings, mainly because she hated it when her father had made her count her swats. “But you are right.”

“I am?” Gwen squeaked. Her mother had never gave in to any of her pleas for mercy before, so why now? Was it a trap?

“You have tried to put in the time. How much did you get completed?” Gwen was asked.

“Ah…46 hours.”

“So you have 54 left? Then I’ll only spank you 54 times.”

“MOM!” The realization hit her a little to late. 54 was probably more than she would normally get, though she had never tried counting.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The little paddle blasted into Gwen’s bottom with a slow cadence. The sound of her mother’s voice, mocking with it painstakingly slow increase.

CRACK! “Eight,” CRACK! “Nine,” CRACK! “Ten.”

“Ouch! please!” Gwen cried as her mother reached a dozen. The little piece of white oak was doing too effectively, Gwen thought.

CRACK! “Fourteen,” CRACK! “Fifteen,” CRACK! “Sixteen.”

“Ahh, Ahhh, ahhh pleaaasssahhh!” Gwen cried in unison to her mother’s counting. Her bottom had moved well past the sunburn stage and started to get to the frying pan stage. It was at this point she would always start to involuntarily kick her legs about, trying to move her bottom out of firing range. It was a pointless exercise, but her mind said she had to do something.

CRACK! “Twenty-four,” CRACK! “Twenty-five,” CRACK! “Twenty-six.” Gwen’s mom paused for a moment to view her work. Both of her daughter’s cheeks held a deep red tone, with slight maroon and purple ovals forming at the crowns. She hated going past this point and causing bruises, but experience had told her than Gwen only learned when she couldn’t sit for a few days. She consciously sat aside her motherly instinct of sweeping up her crying baby in her arms and reminded herself that Gwen had gotten arrested and needed this lesson.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The little paddle blasted away again. Gwen semi-audible pleas turned less distinguishable as the count rose into the thirties. By forty, Gwen was reduced to a low continuous wail, punctuated with hiccups timed to the impact of oak on flesh.

Gwen didn’t even realize her mother had reached the end until she was helped up and into a mighty hug.

“Waaaaa, soorrry, waaaa,” the girl cried into her mother’s chest.

“It’s ok baby. it’s ok.” Mother hugged daughter while daughter tried to rub away the fire. After a minute or so, Gwen was ushered to her usual bedroom corner to cry herself out and reflect on why she was in this position. Earlier she knew this would happen, and at the time modesty and the embarrassment of being placed in a corner like a naughty child were all she could think about. Now, neither mattered.

Her mother left her there until her parents decided to head to bed, a period of about an hour. The time served her well, allowing her to fully regain her composure while reflecting on the changes she wanted to make in her life. Unlike after most spankings, this time she resolved on the admirable goals of focusing on school, avoiding guys and trying to build a friendship with Becky.

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.

Consequences for the spoiled brats

This story begins with Just Your Everyday Spoiled Brat Party. I recommend you read it first.

Becky had yet to leave her room since she got home from the police station. She didn’t really want to face her father, nor did she really fell like walking much. There was also the grounding issue. The housekeeper had delivered her meals and with her in-suite bathroom, she didn’t need to leave. She just laid on her stomach and watched TV all day, plotting her revenge on Gwen. Gossip Girl and One Tree Hill was providing her some spectacular inspiration.

Monday arrived and so did the anticipation of her mother’s arrival. She had only had a very brief conversation with her Mom on Sunday, which ended with that awful phrase “we will discuss this when I get home!” Becky knew full-well that the discussion would be one sided, with her doing very little of the talking.

“Ms. Rebecca, your father left this note for you.” their housekeeper told Becky when she brought up her breakfast.

“Thank you, Maria.” Becky said, taking the note and egg-white omelet. She closed the door then sat the tray on her desk before picking up the note. It was probably some more punishment or something, she thought.

“Becky, I have some errands for you to run for my office. You are to go straight to city hall and straight home when you get done. NO WHERE ELSE. Your keys are on the kitchen counter. Call me from the house phone when you get home. I’m going to pick up Mom from the airport and we’ll be home around 8 ~Dad.”

It could have been worst, she thought. At least she gets to leave the house, even if it is to go play page-girl. Normally, she would have preferred the law firm to city hall, so she could flirt with the cute associates, but today was not a flirty day. Today felt more like a pouting, sulky type of day. Sulking around the city hall didn’t sound like much fun though. She would have rather went to the beach, the mall or even the gym than city hall.

Becky plopped down onto her desk chair and instantly remembered why the beach would be a bad idea. Her bottom still ached and probably looked worst than it felt. Not a good combination with a string bikini. No matter, she would not be going anywhere she wanted to until college started next week. Maybe….

Becky reread the note twice more before the loophole hit her. Dad had required her to call when she got home so he’d know she went straight home, but he didn’t say anything about calling before she left. A quick glance at her alarm clock and a few simple estimates for traffic, getting ready and such told her that she would might have an extra hour, if she was quick. An hour at the mall was risky, and the good one wasn’t on the way to city hall. The gym, on the other hand was on the way, and she could get in a nice workout in an hour.

Becky scarfed down the omelet before stuffing a dressier outfit in her duffel bag and changing into yoga pants and a t-shirt. A light windbreaker and she was off. She referred to it as a gym, but The Club, as her parents and fellow members referred to it, was far from an ordinary gym. It really a private club with dinning rooms, a bar, and meeting rooms in addition to the standard gym and spa facilities.

An uptempo Becky rounded the privacy corner to find the locker room quite empty. It was 10 o’clock on a Monday morning, so it wasn’t too surprising to find the gym sparsely populated. She started to make her way down the rows of lockers when another woman crossed from the bathroom area into the locker alcoves.

It took Becky a moment to recognize the brunette. “Really?” she thought. “That bitch is at MY gym!” She took off in a huff to confront the cause of so much pain this weekend. She turned into the locker set where the girl had disappeared and stopped dead in her tracks. It was obvious that Becky had not been seen as the girl was bending over, fishing something out of the bottom of her locker, completely oblivious to her watcher. Becky let her jaw drop as she took in the sight before her.

The girl was wearing only bikini panties and a sports bra. In her current, inverted position, the panties had rode up into a slight wedgie, exposing the lower half of her cheeks. The lower half of her cheeks was had shocked Becky. Against the light pinkish brown background, a black and blue bruise marred the center of each cheek.

Becky let out a slight gasp. The girl had not heard Becky enter the locker room, and was consequently startled by the sound behind her. The brunette straightened up and turned around to come face-to-face with her rival. Upon seeing Becky, Gwen’s mood soured considerably.

“What?!” Gwen snapped. “Say whatever you are going to. I’m in no mood for your bitchiness right now.”

“I…ah…didn’t think..” Becky felt herself for a lost of words, a rare occurrence when dealing with people her own age. All the hatred she had for this girl seemed to disappear in a moment, and she didn’t understand why.

“Whatever, go tell all your friends that poor little Gwen is still spanked.” Gwen spewed her resentment at Becky finding out her secret.

“I..ah.. I didn’t think you still got it. I know back then, but now?” Becky said.

“Whatever,” Gwen dismissed turning back to her locker and the task of getting dressed. She wanted out of here and Becky’s sight as soon as possible.

“Gwen,” Becky placed a hand on her shoulder, turning the brunette around. “I’m not going to tell anyone. I promise.”

“Sure you won’t.”

“I won’t, because I know what it’s like.”

“Yea, yea, I remember that incident with my Mom’s car. But this isn’t the same. You don’t understand.”

Becky pursed her lips for a moment. This had most definitely not been part of her planned revenge on Gwen. Maybe she wasn’t all evil. They had been friends once. Fine she would show Gwen how she understood.

“Look,” Becky set down her bag then turned to her left side. Hooking her right thumb under the waistbands of her yoga pants and panties, she pulled the both down, revealing her right cheek. Raised maroon and purple welts still decorated her bottom.

“Oh, my god!” Gwen gasped at the sight. Gwen had long-ago thought she was the only girl in Malibu still spanked by her parents.

“See, I know what’s it like.”

“I didn’t think anyone still got it.” Gwen responded, still starring.

“Me neither. But you look to got it worst than me.”

“It’s not as bad as it looks. Its a standard paddling response, yours though. Ouch.” Gwen commented, running her finger along one of the purple ridges.

“Ouch.” Becky jumped, letting her panties and pants snap back into place.

“Sorry. What made those welts?”

“Dad’s belt.”

Gwen cringed at the thought of a leather belt searing into her bottom. Her mother’s little paddle was painful, but the belt was a whole different level she never wanted to reach. “I bet your dad was pissed. I saw him enter the police station as I left.”

“Pissed would have been better. He gave me the silent treatment the whole way home, then lit into me at home. The belt was only the start of my punishment. I’m grounded and stuff too. Mom has refused to talk about it until she gets home tonight.”

Gwen offered a sympathetic frown. “At least you were clothed. The cops caught me in the pool and provided an orange jumpsuit. Mom made me take it off and my panties before going to town with that damn paddle.”

“She still uses that same paddle she used on us?” Becky asked.

“No, that one broke shortly afterwards. She replaced it with this oak one that looks like a small sorority paddle.”

“Yikes!”

“Yup. ‘Panties down, over my lap and apply soundly until she no longer kicks and screams,’ is my Mom’s motto.” Gwen recited.

“Mom is the same way. Tonight will be hell.” Becky said, as she eased herself onto the bench.

“You got another one coming also?” Gwen asked.

“Probably, Mom said we’d have a ‘discussion’ when she got home.”

“Ah.”

“Why? are you getting another one?” Becky asked,

“If I am lucky.” Gwen remarked, drawing a puzzled look from Becky. “I’m to get one every Friday and Sunday night until my community service is complete.”

“Community service?”

“Yea, I should thank you for that, actually your dad and Melanie’s. Everyone caught at the party got 100 hrs of community service in exchange for all charges being dropped. Your Dad didn’t tell you?” Gwen informed Becky.

“No….”

“Yea, they couldn’t be seen favoring their kids. Better than going to court. I’m starting my community service this afternoon to limit my dates with that blasted paddle.” Gwen didn’t mention the hour of naked corner-time that went along with her paddlings. Normal corner-time was humiliating enough, but since she had been caught in such an immodest state, her mother felt it appropriate to associate immodestly with her punishment.

“I guess community service is better than court.” Becky shrugged.

“It is surely better than a spanking.” Gwen smirked, drawing a smile from Becky.

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 – 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.

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“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 – 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.

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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.