Sorority Pledge

July 6, 2011 – 3:33 pm

I’m a college co-ed at the present. Pledge indoctrination
usually takes place in early Fall. The house I’m with goes for
the good lookers; the ones who can really make the guys on campus
drool. Each established member gets one pledge in her charge.
Mine this year was a real peach named Jennifer.
Sorority girls can do anything they want to pledges, so
spontaneous spankings are frequent and commonplace. Luckily for
pledges this hazing period lasts only two weeks. In the evenings,
after classes, I’d make Jennifer strip down to her bra and
panties or make her wear some equally humiliating outfit while
she slaved away at the chores given to pledges. If the assigned
chores weren’t satisfactorily completed (which was nearly
always) it meant going over the barrel for a spanking.
The “barrel” is a large drum shaped cylinder on short legs
with handles and fastening straps. Girls are put naked over the
barrel with their ankles strapped in place and their bottoms are
in the uppermost position. This is a terrific device for
impromptu punishments as well as ceremonial spankings. An
interesting variation on the barrel is one that I used frequently
with Jeniffer I’d make the pledge straddle the device lengthwise
as though riding horseback and have her lie forward and hug the
barrel to keep from sliding off. This position naturally
stretches the bottom good and tight and is extremely embarrassing
for the “rider”. I never inflicted any permanent damage to
Jennifer. I usually would hand spank her until she’d start
As a deviation of the above sorority practices I’d like to
relate the sexiest and most memorable incident of spanking that’s
ever happened to me. After a boring day of classes I was itching
for some entertainment in the form of spanking Jennifer’s all too
appealing bottom. In order to make the experience an intimate and
exciting one, (for me, anyway) I left word for my little pledge
to report directly to my room. In time the coquettish underling
appeared as commanded. Jennifer is a petite little dumpling with
rich brown hair shortly bobbed in a becoming hairstyle. The girl
was still in her street clothes and carried a handful of books.
Faking a truly bitchy mood I ordered her to lock the door behind
her and to strip naked. Knowing the punishment for disobedience
to a superior, Jennifer began to instantly undress. In two
minutes she was standing before me in her birthday suit. She was
especially nervous and trembling visibly. I told her to bring me
the hairbrush from my bureau and to drop face down across my
thighs. She did so with a gasp of mixed fear and humiliation. She
had never been spanked over my lap like this and was obviously
terrified. I applied the first spank with great vigor, the
hairbrush smashed down on one tender bottom. Jennifer flinched. I
then announced that she must count aloud each spank and thank me
for it!
“SMACK!! One…Oh, t-thank you…SMACK. T-Two. Thank
you…,” and so on.
This was kept up to my great delight for nearly thirty hair-
raising spanks. By now the pledge was crying and stammering, but
I didn’t let up. At last the despondent pledge begged for mercy
and offered to do anything else rather than have the spanking
The girl stimulated my curiosity and I asked her what she’d be
willing to do to have me stop spanking her. I was surprised when
she offered to lick my toes for an hour. I was justly intrigued
by the depravity of her suggestion. “You’ll have to lick more
than just my toes,” I responded.
“All right, anything. ANYTHING!,” cried the unhappy pledge.
This was too good to be true. I immediately had Jennifer
stand up. Her bottom cheeks were solid red. I quickly kicked my
shoes off, then pulled off my knee socks. I lifted my skirt and
lowered my panties, removing them. I lay back on the bed with my
legs spread wide and pointed to my snatch, ordering the girl to
lick me.
A most obedient Jennifer quickly knelt down in front of me and
without the least hesitation buried her face in my crotch! She
began working her tongue around like a pro. That girl really
knows how to eat hair pie. Jennifer does it better than any guy
on campus. I came in two minutes flat. I had made a friend for
life. I felt so good I wished to reciprocate, but I couldn’t
bring myself to perform oral sex on another woman. Jennifer said
she’d be satisfied if I diddled her with my finger. The only
trouble was that her bottom was so sore that she couldn’t lie on
her backside.
Thinking quickly I told the girl to climb in bed on all fours. On
hands and knees Jennifer scampered onto the bed with her legs
wide apart. From behind I fingered her slit and gave her a real
cool finger-fucking with one hand, while I reach around with the
other and squeezed her nipples. It was wild. I never thought I
would get off on this sort of thing. Jennifer clipped when she
came. Her hips were going a mile a minute. She was actually
fucking my finger instead of the other way around. You’ll think
I’m nuts, but we were going at it so hot and heavy that the
windows of the room were getting fogged.
As you can see I made a lasting friendship all because of my
participation in spanking. I can’t even think of spanking in any
other terms but sex now. Every time I see a girl’s ass being
spanked, it really turns me on thinking of the subsequent
possibilities. Jennifer is a full fledged member of the sorority
now, but she still visits my room on those occasions when I don’t
have a date.

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