SSC: Cheerleader Init 4

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SSC: Cheerleader Init

(***, f/m, Intense, spanking)

Cheerleaders face initiation. One version of several of the same story. (Approximately 485 words. Originally published 2000-06.)

"Congratulations," grinned Coach Elena Dubchek at the group girls and two boys. "You have all qualified to be on this season's cheerleading team!"

There were screams of delight and excitement, especially from Catrina Thompson, who was the only freshman to make the team. She hugged her friend Eric, one of the two male cheerleaders.

As soon as the coach was gone, Sally Forsythe turned to Eric. "Be ready for initiation tomorrow night."


"Cheerleading's hard, especially for guys. We want to make sure you're not going to chicken out on us."

"I'm not chicken," said Eric, but his heart felt heavy and he wasn't sure he believed it.

* * * * *

Twenty-six hours later, Eric discovered he was right. He was embarrassed to be dressed in a girl's uniform: blouse, skirt, panties, etc. But it was worse when they made him dance with pompoms and make up his own routine on the fly. It was silly and humiliating, but Eric took it in stride.

In truth, he was enjoying all the female attention. Here were a dozen of the cutest girls in school, and they all had their eyes on him.

Sally approached him after his routine. She walked around him twice, then put her hands under his skirt and carefully slid his panties to his ankles. He blushed crimson but was too embarrassed to protest.

"Care to dance now?" she giggled.

Eric's face was so hot he thought he'd singed his eyebrows.

"Uh, no," he whispered.

"Good!" she cried, clapping her hands. "Eric wants to do the Crawl!"

Eric didn't want to do the Crawl at all, and he didn't even know what it was yet! It turned out to be even worse than he'd imagined. The girls all got in a circle and spread their legs. Eric got on his hands and knees and crawled through them. As he passed each girl, she slapped his ass. Hard. With both hands, one on each cheek.

Eric's ass was burning after the first two passes, and then Sally ordered him to flip the skirt up. Eric didn't want to, but everyone was looking at him, and he didn't want to seem like a wimp.

This time the slaps were on his bare ass, and the girls giggled constantly as they spanked him. He went around the circle twice, then two more times. His ass was becoming very sore. The slaps brought tears to his eyes. He pleaded at Sally without speaking, but she just kept motioning for him to go around again.

Finally, after a dozen rounds, it was over. Eric had to stand and let all the girls feel his blistered ass, and then Sally explored the front side of the skirt and discovered something long and hard.

"We can help with this extensive problem," she said with a wink.

Eric winked back. Damn he loved being a cheerleader!

The End

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