Archive-name: School/sorpledg.ff

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Archive-title: Sorority Pledge





     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

crying.

     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

continue.

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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