by Frank Limadere
It appeared to be a normal Saturday morning in the Phi Gamma Beta sorority house. Girls were lounging around in their night dresses and pajamas, some were dressed in their street clothes and at least two of the girls were awaiting their turn in the bathroom. Girls sipped coffee and tea or munched on toast, some talked softly, and others were reading or studying. It looked like any ordinary Saturday morning, but it was far from normal.
Phi Gamma Beta, or PGB as it was commonly known, had a relationship with the fraternity of Phi Sigma Tau. The two organisations were fairly close and in many ways mirror images of each other. Every Friday night during school semesters all the girls of PGB were gathered together in the house's common room, and paddled by the senior sisters and the housemother; an elegant, softly spoken black lady called Stevie, the same thing happened to the boys of PSM in their common room, although the girls had been told that the boys were paddled considerably harder than their female counterparts.
Some of Phi Sigma Tau's 'big brothers' (seniors responsible for the first year students in the fraternity) such as Scott Carter regularly visited the PGB house and some of the PGB 'big sisters'; Shauna and Naomi often hung out at the PSM house. This particular year Howard, the housemaster of Phi Sigma Tau, and Stevie had decided to reactivate a long dormant tradition. It was a slight variation on the old 'hell week' concept. The first year boys from PSM would be hosted for a week at the PGB house and would have to do the girls work and be subject to regular discipline at the hands of the sisters, especially their first year counterparts. Due to the lateness of the school year there would not be time for Phi Gamma Beta's four first years to return the favour.
The four girls concerned had mixed feelings regarding the experience they were about to undergo. Amy Mathieson was a shy, petite redhead who was regarded as the sorority's resident angel and a second generation sister (both her mother and older sister had been Phi Gamma Beta sisters). She was a gentle girl who was rarely spanked, aside from the regular Friday night paddlings, and had no real desire to hand out discipline to anyone else. She knew the PSM boys and thought most of them were nice, so did not want to jeopardise any budding friendships by walloping the backside of one of them and being regarded as a 'bitch' from that point on. Because the tradition had been so long dormant, none of the current sisters knew how it worked and Stevie refused to do any more than hint at what may happen. The rumour was that each first year would be assigned a boy and they were to take on a mentoring/mistress type role with that boy. Amy sighed and tried to read her novel, but after she had attempted to read the same page fifteen times and been unable to get past the second paragraph, gave up.
Jessica Sterling, a tall, slender brunette with cascading locks of chestnut hair had completely opposite feelings to Amy. Jessica had been a pampered rich girl prior to joining the sorority and had rarely experienced discipline of any kind. The strict and physical chastisement favoured at PGB had been a shock to her system and she still struggled to obey the rules, as a result her pert bottom was often made red and hot. She looked forward to the experience of being on the other end of the spanking, and the idea of having a boy at her mercy appealed to her. What was especially appealing was that she had a particular boy in mind, she had a score to settle with him and settle it she would. Jessica sipped her coffee, lowered the cup and her eyes sparkled with anticipation of the boys' arrival.
Emma Casey, a pleasantly plump strawberry blonde was, like Jessica, looking forward to the coming week. All of Emma's previous schooling before tertiary education had been at a strict, old fashioned, girls boarding school. She was well used to corporal punishment at the hands of teachers and older girls before she ever set foot in Phi Gamma Beta's sorority house. In many ways the sorority was like an extension of boarding school. Unlike Amy and Jessica not all of Emma's experience with spanking had been on the receiving end. Senior year prefects and the head girl at her school had been permitted to administer some corporal punishment to younger students if they could find a good enough reason. Slipperings were given on the bare bottom to younger girls, in the senior common room and at least one other prefect had to be in attendance as a witness.
One thing that was strictly observed was that the reason for the discipline had to be valid. If a girl went running to her form mistress complaining that she had been unfairly slippered by a prefect or even the head girl, then it was taken seriously and investigated. If the complainer's claim was invalid then the girl was soundly spanked by her form mistress and the unfairly accused prefect, on the other hand if the younger girl's claim was proven then both the prefect concerned and the head girl were spanked in front of the wrongly chastised student. Although Emma had to admit she enjoyed slippering the younger girls, it was a sort of revenge for all the stinging bottoms she had received over the years, she never did it without good reason.
Chloe; the head girl, had a hard palm and could really swing that slipper, knowing the consequences of an unproven claim girls rarely complained, and the school's rules were so strict that it was not to hard to find a good enough reason to spank. One prefect in Emma's senior year had unfairly slippered a girl and after witnessing the consequences, both Chloe and the prefect had been thrashed by the form mistress in front of the junior who had been unfairly punished. Chloe had been livid and every prefect in that year remembered the merciless slippering she had handed out to the girl later that evening.
The girl remained a prefect, but did not administer one more spanking that entire school year. Emma shuddered just remembering it. This was different, though, Denise; her 'big sister' had implied that not only were the girls to spank the boys they were to do it regularly and for every and any reason that they could dream up. If Emma had a failing it was that she was considered slightly 'boy crazy' and all the PSM boys were to put it bluntly 'babes'. Having one of those at her beck and call and over her lap, with his firm, round muscular bottom clenching and reddening under her plump little hand could only be described as interesting and desirable. Emma glanced up at the door, sipped her tea to moisten her lips and then went back to reading the newspaper with a contented sigh.
Sally Fairweather was the newest PGB girl. She had begun her schooling at a different institution and had been lucky that Phi Gamma Beta had a vacancy so that she could join the sorority. Her career as a PGB girl had begun less than gloriously, she had managed to lead her three fellow first years into an escapade that had resulted in a severe spanking for all four girls at the hands of their 'big sisters'. Sally was pretty and blonde, she was also a 'party girl', she had met all the Phi Sigma Tau's at various parties and mixers, she tended to gravitate more towards the older members, but the four first year boys met with her approval and had been pronounced 'Barrys' (this was the term Sally used to describe attractive boys in the strange patois that her fellow sisters had christened 'Sallyspeak').
The fact that she and the other girls were allowed to spank the boys was one that she found amusing. The entire concept of the paddling and spanking that went on in the house was, to Sally's way of thinking, extremely odd. She was probably the biggest baby about the Friday night paddlings, if only her big sister Veronica would give her little warm up spankings the way Naomi did to Amy she may be able to endure them more stoically. Having one of those cute male tushies stretched over her lap waiting for a good smacking was an image that excited Sally, she felt her cheeks heat up, looked around guiltily to see if anyone else was watching and then used the fashion magazine that she had been flicking through to fan her burning face.
There was a soft and hesitant knock at the door and every head swung towards it, eyes shining with anticipation. Stevie rose to her feet, smiled at her expectant 'girls' and crossed to the door, long dress whispering in the sudden silence that had come over the room, broken by the occasional nervous giggle. Stevie opened the door and was confronted by four young men. Her dark eyes assessed them coolly and she asked, "Yes?"
"Ummmm..." one of the boys, Colin, a slight youth with round spectacles, stammered. "We're from Phi Sig... we... ummmm... were... told to come here..." he trailed off as Stevie held the boys with her gaze.
One of the other boys, a powerfully built young man, with short blond hair, Gordon, shouldered his smaller fraternity brother aside roughly and stated, "Phi Sig sent us here for hell week."
Stevie's eyes sparkled and a smile played around the corners of her generous mouth. "It is not hell week, young man, and when addressing me you are to call me Miss Stevie or Ma'am. I do hope that is understood, I can reinforce the lesson with Miss Sting if you wish."
Gordon sized up the calm, black housemother and said, "Yeah, crystal... Miss Stevie." The contempt he put into his tone almost turned the honorific into an insult.
Stevie's eyes narrowed slightly, she knew this one, he was on a sports scholarship, he was a gymnast and very good at it, he was also arrogant, he would need watching and whilst she could not influence the girls' choices she sincerely hoped Amy did not choose Gordon. Amy was a lovely, gentle child and she did not have the strength of will to properly discipline Gordon. Emma, Stevie thought, Emma would be the ideal mentor for this one.
"Well, it would appear that you are all expected, darling boys," Stevie told them brightly. "So come on in out of the cold and let's become better acquainted."
The boys filed in past Stevie, the tall black lady watching them closely, and appreciating their tight young bottoms as they went past her. Once all four were inside, Stevie shut the door firmly behind her and smiled like a cat with cream.
"Now, you know my name, but I do not believe we have been properly introduced yet. You first..."
Stevie pointed to a brown haired boy slightly under six feet, his hair was long, but tied back in a neat pony tail, the boy flushed and was shoved forward by Gordon. He stumbled for a step and then looked around the room, the first girl his gaze fell on was Jessica, the tall brunette's brown eyes narrowed and shone with a predatory gleam.
The boy gulped and cleared his throat. "I'm Matt... Matthew, a writing and art major..."
Once Matthew had stuttered and stammered his way through his introduction Stevie turned her eyes on another boy. He was tall and broad shouldered, with long legs and the tightest, most adorable muscular buttocks, very well shown off in a pair of tight jeans. He brushed a lock of dark hair out of his clear brown eyes, rubbed a hand across an unshaven, lantern jaw and introduced himself - "Pat, dance major." Then stepped back and threw a glance in Colin's direction. The slight boy grimaced, but moved forward. Stevie glared at Pat for his brief introduction and this promised retribution, but Sally giggled and her blue eyes sparkled, Pat was a definite 'Barry'.
Colin was initially dumbstruck, then saw a reassuring look from Amy. He and the pretty redhead were lab partners and this gave him courage, he had never been able to voice his attraction to Amy, but he did genuinely like her. Gordon swaggered forward after Colin had completed his little speech, the boy spoke loudly and confidently and Emma carefully filed both the information and the gymnast's cocksure manner away for future reference.
"Are we going to give the boys a proper Phi Gamma Beta welcome, Stevie?" Naomi asked with a glint in her dark eyes.
The housemother smiled and apologized in her soft drawl. "How rude of me, Naomi! Of course we must extend a warm welcome to our guests."
The boys exchanged worried looks. The emphasis Stevie had placed on the word warm did not reassure them at all.
"Stand by the couch, please boys," Stevie directed.
"Why?" Gordon asked.
Stevie was about to reply, but Denise was quicker. The curly haired valedictorian uncoiled herself from her chair and took the athlete's chin in a firm grip, the arrogant Gordon found himself looking into blazing brown eyes. "You don't ask questions, young man," Denise hissed. "You do as you are told."
Stunned, Gordon went and stood by the couch, the other three followed his example, shooting shocked looks at Denise. Emma's eyes shone with undisguised admiration for her big sister.
"Hands on heads," Stevie commanded.
This time no one questioned the order and it was followed immediately.
"I think Amy, Jessica, Emma and Sally should do the unveiling," Veronica said with a smile from her seat.
"Ooohhhh really?" Sally said eagerly. "Cool."
Heads nodded and the girls stepped up to stand behind the waiting Phi Sigs. Jessica took a firm hold of the waistband of Matthew's trousers and enjoyed the gasp as she yanked them down to his ankles. "What the...?" Gordon exclaimed as Emma did the same to him. "I wouldn't use the last word of that sentence unless you want a soap sandwich, sweetie," the strawberry blonde advised the sports scholarship holder.
Pat grinned as Sally struggled to get his skin-tight jeans down over his briefs.
Amy whispered, "Sorry!" to a furiously blushing Colin as she unbuckled and lowered his pants gently.
Anticipating what was to come, Matthew started to bend over the couch. "It's lovely that you're so eager, darling," Shauna told the boy with a toss of her blonde curls, "but you haven't been told to do that yet. Jessie, put him out of his misery."
With a wicked laugh Jessica tugged the boy's boxer shorts and watched them float down his legs to join his trousers.
"Now you can bend over," Shauna said.
With a grateful sigh Matthew did as told, at least he was not going to be exposed to the entire household full of girls any longer.
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