sorority initiation stories
PaddleOTK
good bare bottom paddling!?????
KentBall
X1searcher
>Anyone have any good sorority / club initiation stories to share...with some
>good bare bottom paddling!?????
>
Here's one that I wrote a year or so back. . .its a little different from the
norm:
Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION - it contains a college initiation with a
rather pointed twist, there is also a spanking of a college age female. If you
are under 18 or if such material offends you please do not read it. Thank you.
* * * * * * *
Author's note: This was an attempt to get away from the fantasy blended with
fact and explore somewhat a darker side....
The moment of truth was finally upon her. Jennifer walked down the hall with
her escorts, she was blindfolded, barefoot and wearing only a towel which
covered her from breasts to mid thighs. When she first entered college, she had
sworn to avoid the "Greek" crowd. But BSC (Business Sisters Club) was not a
sorority - it was a group of serious minded students with a focus on business.
There were many interesting things about the large rambling home near campus
that these girls shared. It never seemed to have the frivolity of the sorority
houses she visited. There was even an abstract art gallery in the front area.
Each painting seemed very similar though some were on paper - others canvas -
she had made a mental note after the "initiation" to ask what was the symbolism
of this unique design.
She felt a little silly being asked to strip naked and wear only a towel to
this last "hurdle." The other three had been interview sessions in as she had
expected a very business like setting. But it was college, she was entitled to
a least a little silliness.
As she entered the room, she heard a group of people stand and then they were
instructed to be seated. "Jennifer," a voice came from the front of the room.
"This is a serious business group - but in order to make sure our applicants
are tough and to poke a little fun at traditional initiations we have devised
this ceremony over the 75 years of our existence."
The voice continued, "Do you accept of your own free will what will happen to
you here this night?"
"Yes, I guess so," her voice stammered a little.
"In the event you want this to stop you must say, 'this pussy wants to quit."
Jennifer was somewhat shocked by the vulgar tone this was taking. But she had
looked at the "Wall of Honor," and many of the nation's leading female business
leaders, politicians and attorneys were alumni members of this group.
"OK," she replied.
"Then let us commence," said the voice.
Jennifer was led to the front of the room where suddenly the towel was jerked
off of her. She had halfway expected to be paddled in the nude or something
but the quickness of it left her stunned. She tried to put her hands over her
private regions, but felt others grabbing her and pushing her down across some
sort of contraption.
Before she had time to think, she suddenly found herself bent over with her
long blonde hair almost touching the floor. Restraints were placed on her
ankles, wrists, knee, arms, small and across the top of her back. Whatever she
was bound to was upholstered in a soft material.
The voice then announced, "Let every member come forward." Jennifer couldn't
see but she heard a rustle of people lining up behind her. Then someone opened
a bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured it into a cup. In the cup were placed
25 brand new thumb tacks.
"Jennifer," said the voice, "There use to be a quaint custom on campuses known
as 'being pinned.' This was when a young man would be invited to a function
like this to declare his intentions for a young lady - and pin his frat pin to
her sweater. We always believed this was 'tacky' and have found a parody of it
with the tacks which you'll soon feel."
Before she could respond one by one, the group of 25 came forward, got a small
tack from the cup of alcohol, and to her utter astonishment - not to mention
discomfort - stuck it in the fleshy part of her stretched buttocks. She
screamed with each painful stick but was now determined to go through with this
ritual.
Each tack felt like a sudden bee sting. When the 25th and final tack was in
place the voice again announced, "The paddle has been the instrument of choice
as part of an initiation for centuries. Once again we wanted to be different.
Unseen by Jennifer an assistant handed her a 3" wide 3 foot long leather strap.
Without any warning she brought it down firmly on Jennifer's exposed and tack
filled behind.
"Whap!"
Jennifer yelled. The pain of the tacks and the sudden impact of the strap was
the worst anguish she had every experienced. The words, "this pussy wants to
quit," came to her mind - then she said NO! to herself. She was not a "pussy,"
nor would she quit!
"Jennifer, if you are willing to continue you must ask for it to continue."
"Please ma'am, this applicant wants you to give me as much as everyone else
took!"
"Very well,"
Whap! Whap! Whap! And so it went for twenty-five strokes. Jennifer was
sobbing my five and was completely out of control with pain when the 25th and
final strap was laid on her blistered, tacked, backside.
She then felt the tacks being pulled gently from her buttocks. At the same
time someone was slowly loosening her restraints. She was sobbing hysterically
and really didn't care what happened at this point. Then she was helped to
stand up and led to a chair where she was eased down.
Her butt was so raw she couldn't tell what she was sitting on. The blindfold
was taken off and she was handed a gin and tonic. She had only tried strong
liquor once in her life but she threw this one back almost immediately.
Then she was stood up and it was pointing out she was sitting on a piece of
artist canvas. The tiny spots of blood from her tack wounds had left a most
interesting abstract pattern on the canvas.
"Congratulations Jennifer you are now a full-fledged member of one of the
nation's most elite group of women of power," said the voice - who she now
recognized as belonging to the female dean of women.
"This little piece of abstract art will be added to the collection in the main
hall..."
* * * * * * *
Author's closing note: The inspiration for this odd little piece came when I
accidentally sat on a tack earlier this week...
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Y. Lee Coyote
<19990415114215...@ng66.aol.com>:
X1Searcher,
An interesting story which definitely explores a dark side.
The following line
>"In the event you want this to stop you must say, 'this pussy wants to quit."
had me a bit puzzled. If this was a fraternal situation, then 'pussy'
would certainly fit to indicate a 'silly wimp' or the like but as one
direct meaning as slang with the added implication of meaning 'a less
than manly guy who is weak like a female' use a second slang meaning of
the word. The use in a sororitial situation is strange to me?
Y.
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Mal fille
>The following line
>>"In the event you want this to stop you must say, 'this pussy wants to
>quit."
>had me a bit puzzled. If this was a fraternal situation, then 'pussy'
>would certainly fit to indicate a 'silly wimp' or the like but as one
>direct meaning as slang with the added implication of meaning 'a less
>than manly guy who is weak like a female' use a second slang meaning of
>the word. The use in a sororitial situation is strange to me?
I dunno, Y, maybe I'm weird, but I use "pussy" as an insult to both my male and
female friends. I have one female friend who smokes Parliament Lights, and I'm
forever accusing her of being a pussy for that. Then again, I also ogle men's
asses (and the models in my Victoria's Secret catalogue) in public, and refer
to myself and other women as "chicks" quite often. Guess I'm jes' a female
chauvenist pig!
And Proud of it,
Mala
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