Chapter 4
Elaine Horton sighed nervously, glanced around from her bent over position. Her "Big Sister" Beverly Wilson hadn't started the paddling yet but had kept her there in this humiliating pose, holding onto her ankles and with her bottom tremblingly and flinchingly upturned. "Oh, p-please, she faintly quavered, "do get it over with M-Madame Vice President!"
Black-haired Beverly smiled gloatingly. "I think that skirt of yours is going to be in the way, pledge. Straighten up now, take it off, and then you can go back down and grab! Hurry up now!"
With a groan of shame, Elaine Horton slowly straightened up and unhooked the waistband of her blue miniskirt, letting the garment flutter to the floor. Under her pantie-hose, a dainty pair of white nylon pantie briefs snugged over the ample, lusciously rounded cheeks of her behind. Her sensitive oval face was scarlet with humiliation as she glanced at her tormentress and prepared to assume the angle once again. But once again, out of sadistic whim, the brunette vice president of Delta Gamma Phi stopped her by putting out one hand and shaking her head: "Not so fast, pledge! I don't like your attitude much. Wipe that snotty look off your face and do it fast! Look humble, if you know how, you stupid frosh. So you want to be a Delta Gamma Phi sister, do you? Boy, are you going to have lots to learn before Hell Week!"
Elaine Horton bit her lips to keep from exploding into rebellious indignation. She had heard vaguely that some of the sorority houses did do a little bit of hazing, but she had never dreamed it would be anything like this. Why, this elegant girl was treating her just as if she were a slave! Elaine, however, hadn't even begun to divine what was in store for her, or she might well have braved blackballing and left the sorority house then and there.
Her dark brown hair was styled in a thick pageboy, with the ends turned under, combed high away from the forehead and framing her delicate features. She had enormous eyes that matched her hair, soulfully expressive, and a soft sweet mouth with somewhat riper lower lip. Her dainty little Grecian nose was exquisitely chiseled, and the thin sensuous sings dilated and shrank now in her emotional agitation. At seventeen, she already had the body of a woman, and her short-sleeved blouse and matching white nylon bra underneath shaped out high-set proudly erect, widely spaced young titties.
"Aren't you going to say something, pledge?" Beverly Wilson sarcastically demanded, swinging the paddle back and forth and grinning at her victim with malicious anticipation.
"I-I'm sorry, M-Madame Vice President," Elaine stammered, trying to control the trembling fury and humiliation in her voice. But her fists were clenched, a subconscious sign of defiance, and Beverly Wilson recognized it for what it truly was. Her smile deepened: "Ordinarily, pledge," she said in the sort of tone an instructress might use to a stupid child, "until Hell Week the Big Sister is permitted to deal .out on-the-spot punishment when her pledge is impertinent or lazy or forgetful. And we usually don't have a freshman get it on the bare unless she's before a tribunal for a really serious fault. But I bet right now you'd like to punch me, because just look at the way you've got your fists all doubled up-oh no, it's a little too late because I see what you mean. Now listen to me. I want you to roll both your pantyhose and panties down to your knees, and then you can go back down and grab your ankles. Eight good swats, and you'll count them out for me and say, "Thank you, Madame Vice President' after every one. Now get with it! It's getting late, I've wasted enough time on you already, Horton."
The lovely young dark brown-haired pledge turned a furious scarlet, her eyes huge with incredulous mortification. "Please-please-M-Madame Vice President, don't make me do that," she said in a low, unsteady voice. "It-it's not fair-I-I'm trying hard to get used to what I have to do-nobody told me-"
"I'm telling you now, stupid," Bervery Wilson's voice cut like a whiplash as her eyes narrowed with malevolent triumph. "Are you going to show me your bare ass or do I call a tribunal meeting? You can take it from me, Horton, that if I do, you'll go through the mill with all the girls, and you're very likely to be blackballed on top of it."
Elaine Horton was the only child born to Mavis Horton, who, twenty-four years ago, had herself been president of this very same sorority at Northeastern. Mavis Horton, now a widow and left very well off by her recently deceased husband (a prosperous farmer in Dolton), had kept after her daughter all through high school to urge the girl to choose Northeastern as her preferred college so that she too might in time become an alumnus of Delta Gamma Phi.
Elaine hadn't really wanted to join the sorority, but she had yielded to her mother's insistence. Right now, Mavis Horton was trying to sell the farm, which had been turned over to a handsome, virile handyman named Chuck Wilmer. Elaine had been glad to leave Dolton and come here to Northeastern, about two hundred miles away in the northeastern part of Illinois. Because she had once accidentally seen her buxom blonde mother and the handyman in the latter's little cottage near the barn, her mother wearing only a slip furled up to her big full titties and her naked legs wrapped around Chuck's wiry naked behind as he jogged up and down, driving his stiff prick deep into her cunthole. Elaine had loved her father, a gentle intellectual man in spite of his work as a tiller of the soil; he had been virtually self-taught and had inculcated in her a love for books and studies which had made her determined to go on to college so that one day she might escape the doldrums of small-town life.
So she had two good reasons for coming here to Northeastern, but now she faced the most terrible crisis of her sweet young life. As she saw Beverly Wilson glaring at her, swishing the paddle back and forth in the air, and she knew how cruel this brunette dominatress was going to be to her. What Elaine Horton had to do was weigh the pros and cons of the situation; finally, with a deep groan of utter mortification, she put her trembling fingers behind her and began to roll down the body sheath and the nylon panties beneath, till they had both reached the hollows of her dimpled knees.
"It's lucky for you that you did it just now, you snotty frosh you," Beverly Wilson vindictively hissed. "And for taking your own sweet time, the count is now ten. Ten good swats on the bare ass, Horton. Don't forget, you have to count each one out and thank me with my proper title. Now grab your ankles and let's get with it!"
Elaine closed her eyes, her blushes spreading to her temples and her throat and even to her earlobes as she slowly bent over took hold of her slim ankles, all too miserably aware that her spaciously round, full milky-white bottom cheeks were sticking out in the most obscenely vulnerable manner imaginable. She clenched her thighs as best she could, wanting to hide the most intimate parts of her self. But she couldn't help showing Beverly Wilson the curly tufts of dark brown pussyhair which framed the soft delicate pink lips of her virgin quim, nor the deep, shadowy groove which separated the huddling cheeks of her upturned, out-thrust bare bottom.
"Get ready, Horton!" Beverly Wilson snapped. She took hold of the paddle with both hands intent on crushing the spirit of this sensitive freshman. Slowly she brought the paddle forward till it brushed Elaine Horton's naked bottom summits, and the girl uttered a stifled gasp and stiffened herself in readiness.
Beverly Wilson smiled as she moved over farther to the victim's left, keeping the paddle pressed against the shuddering milky contours. Then, drawing back the implement, she applied a noisy swat over the ripest curves of both naked bottom globes.
"Ohhhh! Oh-thank you, Madame Vice P-President!" Elaine blurted in a strained, high-pitched voice which indicated frantic torment caused by that shocking impact of wood against tender bare virgin girl flesh. She swayed a little under the impact of the spank, and at once a flaming outline of the oval-shaped implement rose up on the milky escutcheon of her naked seat. Her calf-muscles flexed violently, and long rippling shivers ascended her voluptuous, admirably curved thighs. The palpitating flesh of her behind seemed suddenly to be attacked by a wave of rippling tremors.
"Why, that was very good," Beverly mocked her. "You've got nine left. And don't forget to count each one loud and clear and I want to hear that 'Madame Vice President' really sung out, hear me?"
"Y-yes," Elaine muttered dully as she took a firmer grip of her ankles.
"We're going to start all over again at ten, stupid! You forgot to give me my title that time.
Don't you ever forget it when you're answering a question or talking back to me at all from now on," the black-haired vice president of the sorority sadistically proclaimed.
Elaine Horton was crushed by the injustice and the cruelty of her merciless tormentress. But a stoic courage forced her to endure it, and all because of her mother's desires. Besides, she had told herself she was going to prove that she was superior to this arrogant senior, and defiance alone wouldn't do the trick. She understood that if she did rebel openly, Beverly Wilson could sentence her to a summons before all the girls, who could vote her a really severe punishment and expulsion with disgrace. That would just about kill her mother.
"I-I'm sorry, Madame Vice President," she forced herself to say humbly.
Beverly beamed with satisfaction at her conquest. She would have this juicy little freshman pledge eating out of her hand and crawling around licking her pumps by the time "Hell Week" came around. Once again she pressed the paddle firmly against the jouncy, out-thrust naked bottom summits. Then quickly, without giving the girl time to ready herself, she launched the paddle forward with an angry Smack!
"Oww! One, thank you, M-Madame V-Vice P-President!" Elaine Horton called out, her voice unsteady and husky with the telltale threat of sobs and tears. Her eyes were suspiciously bright, as she looked up at the wall beyond her, took a firmer grip again on the slim ankles and waited. The ignominy and the shame of bending over like this and showing everything she had to offer and sticking her bare bottom out to that cruel girl almost annihilated her. Only the thought that she was going to prove her courage and beat Beverly at her own game together with her pledge to her mother made her continue to submit herself so ignominiously.
Beverly Wilson's eyes fixed on the peeping pink fig of Elaine Horton's soft virgin cunthole. She promised herself many a hot night of girlfucking with this sweet little milky-skinned bitch, once the latter had been thoroughly broken in and taught her place in the scheme of things. She determined to make Elaine cry and grovel for mercy. The paddle rose up, this time without first grazing the shivering bare flesh of the victim's bottom, and landed with a crisp Thwack!" on the upper right bottom cheek, making Elaine sway perilously and go off balance. With an effort she righted herself, emitted a sobbing groan and announced the count and provided Beverly's title as commanded.
After the fifth swat, Elaine's milky young bottom was violently reddened, and the cheeks were quaking and squirming uncontrollably as the dark brown-haired freshman drew several long breaths and shifted her hands around her ankles to get a better stance. Tears were running slowly down her cheeks, and her eyes were bright and glazed with them, as she stared down at the floor and ground her teeth together to await the resumption of the paddling. The sixth spank smacked against the base of the left buttock, and she swayed a little as she cried out shrilly, "Oww, six, th-thank you, Madame Vice President!"
"You're very welcome, Horton. I must say you're taking it much more bravely than I thought you would. But I'll make you beg for mercy, you watch and see. Get ready for the next one now, it's going to be a doozy!" Beverly Wilson tauntingly promised. This time she patted the naked posterior all over, intensifying the victim's suspense, and gloated to see poor Elaine wriggle and squirm uneasily and glance nervously back. Then slowly she lifted the paddle up and brought it down hard on the base of the left buttock. A shrill cry of pain was torn from the courageous young sufferer, but once again she did not fail to announce the count and to call Beverly by the obligatory title.
Beverly scowled. With only three swats left, she hadn't yet accomplished her purpose. What she really wanted was to make Elaine Horton agree to go to bed with her and to gam her and to do all the other sweet little things a pledge could do for her "Big Sister." This was a kind of challenge, as she lowered the paddle and then swung it upwards, colliding it once again with the base of the right buttock at an angle. "Eeeowwouuu! Oh not so hard, please, eight, thank you, M-Madame V-Vice P-President!" Elaine Horton groaned.
The ninth swat took fully a minute before it fell in a horizontal sweep that pinched and flattened both lower summits and drew a sobbing wail of heartfelt anguish from the lovely young freshman pledge. This time it took poor Elaine a few moments to compose her voice and at last call out the proper count and address Beverly as was fitting. Disgruntled at not accomplishing her insidious purpose, the brunette vice president of the sorority applied the last swat with all her strength over both bottom summits. This time Elaine half-straightened, uttered a wild cry of pain, and then, frantically rubbing her inflamed and swollen bare behind, sobbed out the final count and title.
Beverly Wilson walked round in front of her victim, and stuck the paddle under the latter's nose. "Kiss it now, and thank your Big Sister for taking such pains with you, Horton!" was her command.
Elaine drank the cup of humiliation to the very dregs. Her whole body shuddering, she nonetheless obeyed and thus performed the servile ritual of homage. Beverly Wilson studied the girl for a moment and then shrugged, "I'm done with you, Horton. Now you get right over to Denby's and get me a hamburger, the French fries and the double chocolate shake on the double, savvy? And you better not stop to see the Dean or anybody else on your way, because I'll give you just ten minutes. For every minute you're late, you'll get two swats on the bare ass again. Dismiss!"
Putting the paddle back on the mantelpiece, the brunette senior sprawled into an armchair, lifted one lovely leg over the arm so as to straddle her luscious legs, and began to peruse a movie magazine while Elaine Horton, sniffling and shivering, slowly tugged up the rucked-down body sheath and the wispy panties, bent once again to retrieve and hook back on her skirt, and then painfully and slowly, seeming to hobble, left the room of her "Big Sister."
Denby's was only about a block and a half away from the sorority house, but there was a big line there already and Elaine's heart sank. Her poor bottom ached and burned like the very dickens. It really had been her very first spanking, and the shame of it agonized her more than the pain though that was considerable. "Oh dear!" she said half-aloud as she saw the lines in front of the fountain and the pretty young schoolgirl waitresses hurrying here and there with laden trays.
"Maybe I can help out," a pleasant male voice came to her ear. She looked to her right and there was a tow-headed, smiling, tall, very good-looking boy next in line at the counter.
"Oh could you? I-I'm a freshman, and my B-Big Sister says I have to be back in ten minutes or?" Elaine Horton stammered.
"Or else you'll get paddled," the youth finished with a grin. "Come on up, and I'll turn in your order with mine."
"Hey, what's the big idea?" a bespectacled, pimply-faced sophomore behind him whined.
"Want to make something of it, Four-eyes?" the tow-headed youth, obviously a senior from the cords he was wearing, growled.
There was no reply, and the affable senior beckoned to the intensely grateful dark brown-haired freshman pledge.
While she was waiting for the order, the boy said to her, "My name's Chuck Warner. I'm a senior, and I'm all the way from Minnesota. You're cute, and this is the first time I've seen you."
"I-I'm Elaine Horton, and I come from D-Dolton, Mr. Warner-"
"That's rich! Nobody's ever called me Mister before. Just make it Chuck, honey. I'm over at the Phi Beta Episilon frat house. And you're a Delta Gamma Phi, I'll bet."
"How can you tell?" Elaine momentarily forgot her burning bottom as she looked with interest at the pleasant-featured senior. He had awfully nice blue eyes and a good firm chin and smiling mouth.
"Anybody can. Those girls run their poor freshies ragged, and I can see you're suffering. Here's your order. Let me stand treat."
"Oh no, I wouldn't think of it, Mister-I mean Ch-Chuck," Elaine gasped, blushing violently.
"You never mind. It isn't often one meets such a cute freshman. Like I say, I'd like to see more of you. Mind if I call at the house sometime in the next week or so?"
Elaine watched him take out a well-filled wallet, lay down a five-dollar bill and make a grandiose gesture to the harassed young fountain clerk to keep the change. She took the little box in which the hamburger, fries and double chocolate shake had been put, blushed deeply as Chuck Warner's eyes fixed on her and she saw him smile. "Thanks-thanks an awful lot, Chuck," she breathed, "I'd like it a lot if I could see you again. Bye now."
The sophomore behind him turned to watch the luscious dark brown-haired freshman leave the shop. When he turned back, he found Chuck Warner glaring at him: "Looking for something, Four-eyes? Well, don't let me catch you again, not at that chick. I've got her staked out as my property."
Elaine Horton didn't know it, but she had found someone who was going to avenge her smarting bottom and teach her that a girl can get hot in front after she has had a spanking in a way that will make her forget the paddle pains and remember only the ecstasy of fucking, frigging and a good loving tonguing!