Chapter 12
The next girl called was Margie Stanwyk, the olive-skinned, black-haired, green-eyed freshman whom Jane Allen had dildo-fucked and dominated. Jane was ordered to prepare her protege for the ordeal, after Bella Carter had brought her in from the main closet, "Now you play it real smart, Margie, or you'll have me to deal with," Jane whisperingly warned as she untied Margie's wrists. "Don't you dare take off that blindfold. You're automatically disqualified if you do. Now you're going to get a little spanking, but you better not be a crybaby and try to get out of it, or you'll get disqualified and you know what that means. Later on, I'll take good care of you and make you forget your burning heinie. Now get with it, kid!"
Jane then led her to the pan with the spaghetti
"worms" and Margie passed this test reasonably well, apart from a few squeals and gasps of "Ohh, what is it? What am I stepping on-it feels icky!" which elicited uproarious laughter from the sorority sisters. When she was commanded to pull off her middy blouse, she hesitated a little and blushed, but Jane hissed, "You better obey the president, or they'll really make it tough for you. How would you like to go through the mill three times back and forth?" Which at once decided the brunette to obey.
Then two girls held her arms behind her and Jane herself, licking her lips, taking a very long sliver of ice approached and brushed the cold substance against each of Margie's panting titties. But the reaction was hardly what she had expected. Margie shrieked and behaved like one demented, trying to twist herself loose, actually believing it was a knife, and cried out that she didn't want to join, that they were brutes to do things like this to helpless girls.
This so irritated Beverly Wilson and Madge Trenton that they unanimously voted two trips through the mill. Accordingly, forced down on all fours and with her bloomers tugged to her knee hollows, poor Margie was ordered to crawl through. But tearfully she refused, and as a result a dog collar was locked round her neck and it was Bella Carter herself who dragged on the leash and forced the unfortunate naked pledge to follow as best she could. As the first swats fell on Margie's upturned olive-skinned saucy bottom cheeks, she wailed and screamed, trying to scramble away, to cover up with her hands, but the order was given to bind her wrists behind her back and they halted the mill to do that. Now, dragged forward on her knees, jerking at her bound wrists, sobbing plaintively and crying out frantically when one of the paddles collided noisily with her flaming behind, poor Margie Stanwyk twisted and jerked and writhed, at last reaching the end of the line. They turned her round and made her go through again, and the paddles smacked more wickedly than ever. Her bottom was a dark red, swollen and throbbing with burning agony as she screamed and pleaded brokenly for mercy.
At last it was over, and she collapsed on her belly, her hands at last freed and plunging to her swollen rear end to rub and soothe it while the girls giggled and poked fun at her.
Jane Allen was incensed with her protege, and said as much as she made poor Margie get to her feet by pinching the girl's earlobe and hissed: "You just wait till I get you upstairs, you stupid little bitch! Everybody's laughing at me, not at you, because I was the one that brought you in here, and then you had to go and make a spectacle of yourself! Didn't you have brains enough to guess it wasn't a knife but ice, stupid? Oh, am I going to give it to you when we're alone tonight! Now come along." And Margie too was locked up with the already initiated Eleanor Montrose.
Lucy Daniels was next, and she bravely endured the worms and the knife, and Trude Jordan was kind enough to give her a grudgingly fair report, so that she only had to go through the mill once. But that was once too often as far as Lucy was concerned. Crawling along on all fours, plunging forward frantically as a particularly hard noisy swat with the paddle bit against her burning behind, she was disolved in tears by the time she had finished.
Lorna Yerkes was brought forth next, and Lorna acquitted herself reasonably well. Her "Big Sister" was none other than the haughty prexy of Delta Gamma Phi herself, and so Lorna knew very well that she had better make a good showing or all hell would really break loose this "Hell Week."
She went through the mill quickly, and managed to grind her teeth and suppress most of her cries. When she finished, her bottom was blazing and wriggling frantically, and she was rubbing like the others, but at least she hadn't begged for mercy. Madge was pleased with her and said so as Bella Carter led the naked girl back to share that closet with the still weeping Margie Stanwyk and Eleanor Montrose and Lucy Daniels.
Now it was the turn of Dorothy Purcell. Brenda Torrance had already informed the girls that Dorothy loved to be paddled and told them to lay it on real hard. Seeing the attractive light-brown-haired freshman stripped of her middy blouse and down only to her clinging tight bloomers, the girls eagerly gripped their paddles and waited for their chance. She whimpered and groaned when the sliver of ice was pressed against each of her titties, and then it was her time to crawl through the mill with her bloomers yanked down to her lower thighs.
As she approached the two waiting rows, the first two in line reached out and applied stinging swats, one to each bottom globe. Dorothy Purcell gasped, lifted her blindfolded face, and seemed to shiver, then she began to crawl but not at all rap idly. It was as if she wasn't trying to avoid a single swat, so that each girl in the two rows facing each other had ample time to take a deep breath, swing the paddle high and bring it down with full force on that upturned, temptingly naked, lusciously rounded bottom. She cried out, and pleaded and sobbed, and tears drenched her cheeks, but she didn't try to halt or twist away between the legs of any of the members, as many pledges had done the last term. When they finished with her, she crouched with her head bowed, her hands energetically rubbing her blazing bottom, and then, to their surprise, she gasped out tearfully, "Th-thank you, M-Madame President, for initiating me so hard, I want to be a good pledge and obey all of you!"
"That's a very nice attitude, dear," Madge Trenton beamed at her. "I'm sure you're a great credit to Brenda, your Big Sister. You may take her away, Brenda, and you don't have to lock her in the closet. Just leave a little free time for her, because a few of us would like to get to know her better-if you know what we mean."
A ripple of giggles and salacious laughter ran through the paddle lines at this obvious allusion to pussy rubbing and gamming. Brenda, an arm around the sobbing girl's waist, her other hand cupping one of Dorothy's titties, crooned into her ear words of praise and endearments and led her out of the room.
And now it was the turn of Elaine Horton, for whom Beverly Wilson had planned a particular revenge because she considered the courageous freshman much too snotty.