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.
“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.
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.