by Frank Limadere
Amy Mathieson lay face down on her bed and sobbed. She put one hand back behind her and gently rubbed the livid, dark purple weals that criss-crossed her cherry red bottom and upper thighs. Weals like that could only be left by one thing and that was vicious application of a whippy green switch.
Amy was a freshman member of the college's most exclusive sorority, Phi Gamma Beta. Her mother and her older sister had both been eminent members of the same sorority. A position in Phi Gamma Beta was hotly sought after and even given some of the organisation's eccentricities every girl on campus wanted to be a PGB girl. The sorority's current members included the girl most likely to be college valedictorian, Denise, the volleyball captain, Naomi, the cheer leading captain, Shauna and the dramatic society's leading actress, Nicole. Many of the graduates went on to become famous and successful. The sisterhood's current housemother, an elegant, softly spoken, black lady called Stevie, put it down to the application of strict discipline within the house, including the Friday night paddling sessions that every member was expected to endure.
Amy was the sorority's 'pet'. She was an intelligent, pretty, polite girl with a sunny disposition and all the sisters loved her. All but one. It was customary in the sorority to assign the freshmen a big sister, a senior who was prepared to care for her and guide her in the ways of the sisterhood and the college itself. Part of that care included administering physical discipline when necessary. This year as there were only three freshmen admitted to the sorority and four seniors or 'big sisters' as they were also known currently in residence one girl had had to forego the privilege of having a 'little sister' assigned to her. That senior had been the curly haired brunette Denise. She intended to be the school valedictorian and felt that the more time she had to devote to her studies the better. This year the three new girls had received the following assignments. The tall, chestnut haired rebel Jessica had been given into the care of the petite blonde cheerleader Shauna. The strawberry blonde, boarding school girl Emma had drawn the strict, busty redhead Nicole and flame haired, good girl Amy had been chosen by the tall, athletic, raven haired Naomi.
Amy loved Naomi and she could not imagine getting a better mentor. Whilst all the girls were subject to discipline over the knees or under the paddles of their 'big sisters' or Stevie the only paddlings Amy ever seemed to get were the weekly paddling sessions that everyone received. Jessica's rebellious nature seemed to get her regular trips over the knees of Shauna and Stevie. Emma, whilst she did not do a lot wrong, had found that Nicole was a hard task mistress and was spanked for far more than she actually deserved. Naomi would, and had, spanked Amy if it was needed, but it rarely was.
"Why?" Amy blubbered, the welts on her bottom and legs stinging fiercely, "Why did you have to go to that stupid tournament?" Amy asked no one in particular, addressing the question to her tear soaked pillow.
Stevie kept order in the house and whilst everyone was answerable to her the four seniors had a fair bit of autonomy and they were in charge in Stevie's absence. This weekend the black lady was attending a conference of teachers and so had left the seniors in charge. It was however a busy week on the sporting calendar. Shauna had gone with the cheerleaders to an out of town game, Naomi was leading her volley ball team in a regional tournament and was not expected back until mid week. That left Denise and Nicole in charge. Denise had elected to spend Saturday at the library and that meant the rest of the girls were prey to Nicole's less than tender mercies.
Reflecting on it, Amy realised that Emma must have known that they were in for a rough day. The strawberry blonde did everything but get down on her knees and beg Denise to stay and study at home. "I'd like to, sweetheart," the brunette had said to the girl's overtures as Emma served her with a breakfast cup of coffee, "but the library has a better internet connection than the house and it has resources I need that I can't get access to here."
Breakfast itself had been the first warning sign that things under Nicole's control were very different to those under Stevie's.
During pledge week the three new girls had been expected to be at the beck and call of any other sister in the sorority. After their acceptance and initial Friday night paddling things had settled down. The three youngest members of Phi Gamma Beta were still expected to do as an older sister told them or ordered them, but they were not generally asked to do anything inconsequential or silly and everyone pulled their weight around the house. Breakfast was often an informal affair. The girls all prepared their own and during the week most of them had time for nothing more than a piece of toast and a cup of coffee. On weekends it got more elaborate, although each girl generally made her own breakfast. Amy had made breakfast in bed for Naomi on occasion, but that had been something she had done out of her own self volition, not something she had been ordered to do. Emma was generally the first one in the kitchen on Saturday and Sunday as she made Nicole's breakfast and then served it to her in bed. Shauna usually woke well before Jessica and as Shauna hardly ever ate breakfast it was not really an issue.
When Amy and Jessica wandered into the kitchen yawning on this morning, still rubbing their well warmed bottoms from the previous night's weekly paddling session Emma was in an apron, bustling about making breakfast for a relaxed looking Nicole, still in her negligee, seated at the dining table, sipping coffee.
"Hello sleepyheads," Nicole greeted the other two girls, raising her cup.
"Good morning, Nicole," the girls said rather nervously.
"Well you had better get into aprons and help Emma with breakfast," Nicole suggested.
"Huh?" a confused Jessica said.
"It won't make itself, Jessica, and Emma will not be making breakfast for everyone by herself," Nicole said sharply.
Amy released an inward groan, but went toward the kitchen. She knew better than to argue with the flame haired senior.
Jessica was either still half asleep or in a particularly defiant mood, because she came right back at Nicole. "What do you mean make breakfast for everyone? That's not how it works, Nicole. Owwwww!"
Nicole had quickly risen from her seat and her hard, quick hand was slapping the seat of Jessica's thin, tight pajama shorts. "You will do as you are told and you will do it when you are told. Now get in the kitchen now!" Each word was punctuated with a stinging slap and Jessica was sent scurrying into the kitchen with one last loud SMACK landing on her pert round bottom.
"Jeez!" Jessica whined as she tied an apron around her waist. "What bug is up her butt?"
"None," a subdued Emma explained. "She's always like this. You guys just don't see it because Stevie, Naomi and Shauna shield you."
"Sorry, honey," Amy told her friend, giving her a quick hug.
Emma disengaged from the embrace and flipped the eggs frying in the pan. "Yeah, life is a bitch," she murmured.
"No, that's Nicole," Jessica giggled, setting a kettle on the gas ring.
Even Emma chuckled at that, poking the bacon with her spatula. "Yeah, you can joke about it, but she's in charge today and if I were you Amy I'd be really really careful."
"Me!" the shocked redhead exclaimed, getting plates and bowls out of the crockery cupboard. "What did I do?"
Emma shrugged as she transferred the bacon and eggs from pan to plate. "Nothing, but Nicole is jealous of how everyone likes you so much and you know she hates Naomi. If she gets any, and I mean ANY, excuse to paddle your behind she will take it."
As the other girls came down to breakfast Nicole advised them that Emma, Amy and Jessica had volunteered to make and serve the morning meal this morning. Most of the girls were delighted and accepted the special treatment without comment. "Well this is a treat." Heather said as she sat down. "Now can we have anything we want?"
"As long as we have the ingredients in the kitchen," Nicole advised her.
"Oh yummy!" Heather exclaimed, licking her pink lips and smiling at Amy. "Okay Amy, sweetie, coffee to begin, then scrambled eggs on toast with two sausages."
Amy nodded and committed the order to memory before turning to Johanna. The blonde swimmer was about to give her own breakfast order when Nicole's hand reached out and smacked Amy's thigh hard, making her jump and squeal. "Amy!" Nicole scolded. "If you try and remember everything you will only make a mistake. Now go into the kitchen and get a notepad and pen. Bring the wooden spoon out with you too. I've got a feeling I'm going to need it."
Amy scurried back into the kitchen to do as she was told.
Denise raised an eyebrow at Jessica, taking her order, when she was told about the making and serving of breakfast, but the three girls knew better than to contradict what Nicole had said. The shaking of the spoon at the tall brunette by Nicole when Denise could not see it also convinced her to keep her silence.
Once Denise had quickly eaten and left both Amy and Jessica were bent over the table by Nicole and had their pajama bottoms whisked down for a quick dose of the wooden spoon on their bare, pink bottoms for some imagined infraction.
Once everyone had completed breakfast the three youngest members of the sorority sank gratefully onto chairs around the kitchen table. Emma had just taken her first sip of tea and Amy bitten into a slice of cold toast when Nicole's strident voice startled them. "Emma, Amy and Jessica! Just what do you think you are doing, young ladies?"
"Ummm... having breakfast. We didn't get a chance earlier," Jessica explained. "Everyone else has... ooooowww!" The girl was abruptly cut off as Nicole hauled her to her feet, holding her by her ear.
"You do not have time for breakfast. You should have woken earlier. Now get upstairs and washed and dressed. Wear old clothes. I have work for you all to do."
"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" she urged administering a firm smack to each teen's pert rear end as they rushed past her.
Amy dressed herself in an old pair of jeans, a thick cable knit jumper - it was late autumn and there was a nip in the air - and a pair of battered running shoes. She met up with Jessica, wearing a pair of cargo pants, sneakers and a fleecy windcheater, on the way down the stairs. "Did we fall through some wormhole in time and space and wind up in a hell dimension?" the brunette asked her redheaded friend.
"Yeah, Dimension Nicole," Amy sighed.
The three freshmen had to line up at the foot of the stairs to be inspected by Nicole. "Hmm..." the flame haired senior mused, "I suppose you will do. Now would you like to know what fun I have planned for you?"
It was a purely rhetorical question and not one of the girls volunteered an answer.
Nicole continued, her green eyes sparkling. "As you know the sisterhood has some extensive gardens and grounds. Our gardener has been injured recently and been unable to do a complete job. I think it would be a lovely present for Stevie if she arrived home from her conference to see our gardens restored to a magnificent autumnal state, don't you?"
There were murmurs of assent from the trio.
"I'm so glad you agree," Nicole beamed, clapping her hands, "now you will find everything you need in the gardening shed. Hop to it. Quickly now!"
As the girls turned with sighs and began to file reluctantly to the shed Nicole's sharp voice told them, "Girls! If the work is not done to my satisfaction by five o'clock this evening then three little bottoms are going to be soundly switched!"
"Switched!" Amy exclaimed, spinning around to face Nicole, her green eyes wide. "You can't switch us! Only Stevie is allowed to do that and even then she has to..."
"Amy!" Nicole barked, cutting the outraged first year student off. "Stevie is not here. I am the sister in charge and if I decide to switch you then you will be switched. If the work is not done to my satisfaction then you will all be switched and I don't think Emma and Jessica would be very happy if you were the cause of their switchings, do you, young lady?"
Amy dropped her head and mumbled, "No, Nicole."
Nicole put a painted red nail under Amy's chin and forced her head up so that she was looking the girl in the eye. "From now on, my dear, you can call me ma'am or Miss Nicole."
Hating herself for giving in, Amy forced out from between clenched teeth, "Yes ma'am."
"Much better. Now seeing as you dislike yard work so much you can take your sweet little cakes into the kitchen and make me a glass of iced tea before joining your sisters in the yard."
Amy was so annoyed she briefly contemplated putting arsenic in Nicole's tea, but restrained herself and then joined the other two in the yard, muttering to herself, "I hope you choke on it."
Nicole settled herself into a chair on the sorority house's veranda where she could see the girls at their labour and read through her latest script. The three girls threw themselves into the work with a will, none of them wanting to feel the switch. The worst Amy and Jessica had ever experienced on their bottoms was a sturdy wooden paddle. Emma had been caned once at boarding school. It had been six of the best across her knickers and left a set of blue black tramlines across her bottom. She could not imagine anything hurting more than the cane, but she thought a switch, especially one with Nicole on the other end of it, would come a close second.
What made their work doubly hard was Nicole herself. They all knew that she was doing it deliberately. Once she saw that they were getting on top of the work she called one of them over. She wanted more tea, a pillow, she needed help with learning her lines, she wanted lunch. Putting her own bottom at great personal risk Jessica managed to slap three sandwiches together and smuggle them out. They gobbled the hastily prepared food down behind the gardener's shed and had to wash it down with water from the garden hose. Five o'clock approached, other sisters returned from classes, study and activities, and Amy, Jessica and Emma knew that they were not going to be finished by Nicole's deadline. They were dirty, hungry and exhausted and they were still not going to finish the task they had been set. Then again that had been the point of it. They were not supposed to complete it, which would have spoiled Nicole's plans altogether.
The rest of the sorority watched wide eyed from the veranda as Nicole inspected the work done by the sisterhood's three youngest members. "Emma, Amy and Jessica," Nicole said sadly, "I must admit I am very surprised. Surprised and saddened. You had all day to do this and you still didn't complete it. I honestly thought we taught our girls better than that. Well I promised you a switching and a switching is what you shall have."
Jessica started to cry. Amy fought the tears back but felt the prickling of them at the backs of her eyes while a dry eyed Emma glared her defiance back at Nicole. Nicole handed a clasp knife to a dark haired senior by the name of Veronica. "Ronnie, could you be a dear and help the children cut some nice fresh switches. I want them green and whippy. Cut a couple of extras too. If one breaks I want a replacement handy."
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