by Drake Connors
"Alright you nasty little pledge bitches, get your asses lined up now!" That was the order given by Megan, the Zeta house president. She continued to speak as the newest pledge class of Zeta Omicron Pi quickly got in line. "So far you've had it pretty easy girls, but that shit's all about to change. Did you think you were going to just waltz in here and join the hottest fucking sorority on campus without breaking a fucking sweat? Well that's not gonna happen. No more pampering for you little babies. If you want to be in this house, you're going to have to prove it to us!"
The tall, strikingly beautiful redhead continued berating the young pledges as the other sisters stood by, watching in amusement at the nervous and scared looks on the faces of the uninitiated. There were four pledges altogether; that's all Zeta ever accepted. This was the elite house on campus, and only the best of the best were given a bid to pledge.
The pledges aligned in alphabetical order just as they had done for the past several weeks. There was Jenny, the petite, small-breasted Asian girl who barely stood five feet tall. Next to her was Samantha, the typical blonde-haired girl-next-door from any town, U.S.A. After Samantha was Jade, a pale-skinned redhead with full red lips and one of the tightest, shapeliest asses ever to walk through the doors of the Zeta house. And finally there was Brianna. With her long, brown hair and Victoria's Secret model body, she was definitely the most attractive of the four pledges, which was saying a lot.
"This is hell week, pledges, and this is where we find out how bad you really want to be a Zeta," the sorority president continued on in her pleasurably sadistic manner. "You think you've had it tough so far, well let me tell you little bitches something; you haven't seen shit yet!"
And she was right. Although the pledges had been put through some challenges so far, like cleaning the house, learning the history of the sorority as well as committing to memory the names, majors and hometowns of every current member, it was nothing compared to what lay ahead for them. These four young ladies were about to face a week filled with pain, humiliation and degradation. But to them it would all be worth it.
It would be worth it because of the prestige being a Zeta girl carried with it. Being a Zeta meant opening doors that would remain closed to others. If a young lady's ambition was to strive for greatness in business or politics, or to simply marry a man of the highest social standing, then Zeta was the house to join. Every year hundreds of would be hopefuls vied for a chance to pledge, but only four were ever asked to.
"You lucky four have been bestowed the honor and the privilege to pledge Zeta," said Megan, continuing her speech, "do not blow this opportunity. Girls all over this campus would kill to be in your place, so keep that in mind this week when you think you're ready to quit. Because if you choose to quit and walk out those doors, you will never, ever in your life get another opportunity like this again. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Ma'am," the assembled pledges shouted out in unity. They had already learned the protocol for addressing active members. They were to address them as Ma'am at all times, even on campus. They were also to curtsy to a member whenever they entered or exited their presence. Hell week would be no different, although they all knew the consequences for forgetting these trivial matters would be much worse.
"Then let's get down to the rules for the week," the Zeta president continued. "Rule number one: pledges will obey all orders given to them by an active member. Rule number two: pledges will be in the house whenever they are not in class. Rule number three: pledges will be sleeping together in the basement of the sorority house. And don't bother looking for beds down there, there aren't any." That statement brought a burst of laughter from the members at hand. The pledges remained silent. "Rule number four: pledges will remain active in the house doing chores whenever they are not occupied following orders from an active or studying. There will be a daily chore list posted. It will be up to the four of you to make sure it gets completed. Rule number five: Pledges will wear the required pledge uniform whenever they are in the house. You will find out shortly what that will entail," she said, flashing a wicked grin across her face. "The final rule for hell week is simple: pledges will speak only when spoken to. Are these rules clear enough for you pledges?"
"Yes, Ma'am," was the enthusiastic response shouted out by the girls.
"Good. Now let's discuss what will happen to you if a rule is broken, chores aren't done or an order is not fulfilled to a member's specifications. Amber, would you please bring me the house paddle?" Megan asked the sorority vice president, who nodded in the affirmative before exiting the room.
The word 'paddle' did not go unnoticed by any of the pledges. They had all heard the rumors before, some even had sisters or mothers that had been members who hinted at what they would face during hell week, but now there would be no more rumors. Now, there would only be the reality of hell week to deal with.
"Here you are, Madam President," Amber said as she handed over the wooden implement to Megan. The sorority president took hold of the paddle as if she had held it many times before. It was about 18 inches in length with a 6 inch handle that Megan held in one hand while tapping the business end against the other. The sorority letters were painted boldly upon the disciplinary instrument. The president of the sorority looked as if she were far too eager to use it on the bottoms of the pledges.
"This paddle has been in the Zeta house for years," Megan said while holding up the paddle for all the pledges to feast their eyes upon. "It has been used to correct the behavior of every woman who was lucky enough to pass through these sacred doors, and it will be used on you. When you are sentenced to discipline, you will be expected to accept it with grace and dignity. Any arguing, whining or trying to get out of it will be cause for removal from this house, is that understood?"
"Yes, Ma'am," the pledges responded.
"Very good, now as I was saying, every woman who has ever pledged Zeta has felt this paddle and so will you. And tonight, you will get a taste of what discipline in this house feels like," said Megan.
This struck fear in the pledges. They knew when seeing the paddle that at some point during hell week they could expect to get swats, but they had no idea it would be this soon. Most of the pledges had never even been hand spanked growing up and now they'd be facing swats from a wooden paddle. Well, if this is what it took to be a Zeta girl, this is what they would have to do was the consensus thought of the four young wannabes.
"Shall we get started?" the president asked the members that were gathered around the room.
"Shouldn't they be in their uniforms first?" asked one of the assembled members.
"Right you are, sister. Would you please go and get the uniforms?" Megan asked, prompting the sister to go and retrieve the uniforms for the pledges.
"Pledges, while she is fetching your uniforms, I will need you to undress, and by undress I mean everything, including any jewelry or earrings you are wearing."
This startled the pledges but stopped none of them from obliging with the request. After all, any hesitation could be cause for being kicked out of the house. And expulsion from the Zeta house was far more shameful to these girls than having to be on display fully nude. Besides, it was only women in the house, and these girls had been naked in the gym locker room before.
The pledges, now fully nude, stood nervously awaiting the delivery of their uniforms. Several active sisters came by and removed their piles of shoes, clothing and accessories that had been laid out on the floor before them. Not one of the pledges objected to this. They all knew better.
None of the four girls showed any sign of shame or embarrassment at being so boldly displayed; with the spectacular shape each of them was in, there was no need to be. All of them possessed the type of body that men dream about and women strive for.
"I see your uniforms are here, pledges!" Megan announced as the sister returned to the room. The pledges had no idea what to expect other than that it would most likely be something meant to bring embarrassment and humiliation to them.
As the sister went down the line handing out what each lady would be reduced to wearing around the house for the week, they found out just how embarrassing it would be. It was simple but silly: a white tank top with property of Zeta Omicron Pi emblazoned across the front in pink letters and a pair of white nylon granny panties.
Upon order, the pledges quickly changed into their uniforms. Having grown accustomed to wearing only thongs made of silk and lace, the young ladies looked awkward sliding the big, nylon panties on. They were not used to such fabric and so much of it encasing their bottoms. They would soon be happy for at least one layer of protection as their first taste of the sorority paddle was about to be upon them.
"Well, don't they look so cute," Megan said, encouraging plenty of cutting comments from the actives at hand. "And remember girls, it's a privilege to wear that uniform. By the way, when you leave for class, you'll be allowed to get dressed, but the uniform will remain on under your clothes. It makes it easier for you to be in it when you come back to the house."
The pledges were not expecting this. They knew they'd be in the uniform the whole time they were in the house, but they at least thought they'd get the chance to put on their own panties while in class. However, that was not to be. And it was best not to try and get away with it either. The possibility of a uniform inspection anywhere on campus was not above some of the sorority's members.
"Don't worry, girls, we have plenty of uniforms in the basement for you. You won't be stuck wearing the same ones everyday. I mean, it is hell week and we will be awful to you, but we're not animals," Megan said, bringing on more laughter from the crowd.
"Anyway," Megan continued, "I think we've gone on enough for this evening. It's time for you girls to get a lesson in what Zeta discipline is like for pledges during hell week. Are you ready to accept your fate for the evening?"
"Yes, Ma'am," they called out, not a one of them taking even a second of hesitation to respond to the question asked of them.
"Excellent, now the first thing you'll need to learn is how to properly assume the position when told to do so. Pledges, spread out at arm's length," ordered Megan.
The pledges quickly did as they were told to do.
"Very good," Megan said, while slowly walking through the spaces now created by the pledges. "Now I want you to spread your legs shoulder width apart, bend over and place your hands upon your knees, eyes facing forward at all times."
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