SSC: The Sorority Lesson

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SSC: The Sorority Lesson

(*****, Sorority, Intense, public paddling)

Two sorority sisters attend a sorority conference and learn some new stuff. (Approximately 490 words. Originally published 2000-08.)

"I didn't realize there'd be so many," whispered Heather.

"Close to seven hundred," responded Stacy.

The hall was packed. As the official representatives of Pi Delta from tiny Marysville College, the two felt very alone. Late arrivals hurried to seats as a woman on the stage began to speak. The annual convention of the Sorority Leaders of America had officially started.

There were dozens of workshops and lectures scheduled. Heather and Stacy had a doozy of a time trying to decide which to attend as many conflicted. They finally narrowed their selection to one on managing sorority finances, another on "Promoting Your Sorority," and one on leadership skills.

"We've got time for one more today," said Stacy. "How about 'Starting a Croquet Club'?"

"Riiight," laughed Heather. "What about this one: 'Hazing and Other Rites of Passage'. The summary says it will offer demonstrations in 'safe paddling techniques!'"

Stacy laughed with her friend, then paused. "Why don't we go?"

"Are you serious?"

"Might be fun. It says they'll teach us safe hazing rituals. We might get some wicked ideas for next year's pledges."

So the girls put it down for their final seminar. After a whirlwind of lectures, they arrived a few minutes late and were forced to sit in the front row as those were the only seats available.

"There's nothing inherently wrong with hazing," the lecturer, a woman named Maureen, was saying. "Initiation is a vital part of the sorority experience. Mutual suffering bonds pledges."

A few minutes later she asked for some volunteers. "How about our two tardy girls," she said to Stacy and Heather.

Blushing, the girls mounted the small stage. The room wasn't large but it was packed with close to a hundred women.

Maureen produced a huge wooden paddle. "This is a typical initiation paddle. It seems simple enough -- whack a girl's butt with it, right? But it's surprisingly difficult to use safely.

"I've come to the conclusion that girls today don't know how to paddle because they've never been paddled as children. So we're going to have a little demonstration on paddling technique."

Heather and Stacy turned beet red and their mouths dropped open.

"Thanks for volunteering, ladies, would you mind turning around? Excellent. Now lift your skirts, please. Oh, such pretty panties! Let's take them down -- we need to be able to see the marks on your bottoms."

The paddling demonstration took an excruciating half hour as Maureen gave a long lecture between each stroke. Fortunately for the girls, she only gave them a dozen each. They stung like nettles, but for poor Heather and Stacy, the pain was irrelevant: the humiliation of being spanked bare bottomed on stage in front of a hundred colleagues was a hundred times worse.

Back in their hotel room, as Stacy smeared cream on her sore tush, she said to Heather, "Next spring break we're going to Florida, okay?"

The End

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