The eBook, Gwen's Sorority Days has just about every example of sorority paddling and spanking you'll ever find in one volume. Here's an excerpt:
THE CHARITY AUCTION
“Oh, there’s more. Like the time that we did that charity auction thing,” said Gwen.
“Charity auction?” asked Joyce.
Gwen nodded. “We had to come up with a charity fund raiser. All the Pan-Hellenic clubs agreed to do it. We pooled our resources and decided on sort of a slave auction type of thing. We’d offer ourselves as ‘slaves for a day’. We invited all these women’s clubs like garden clubs and junior league and---- there was this bridge club that was there too. Anyway, there were all these women’s groups and one of them was this bridge club that actually had some sorority alumnae in it. We split into teams and I was on a team with five other girls. This was after my pledge year, but the way things turned out you’d think I was back at hell week.
Well, it turned out that this bridge club “bought” us for a day. It was some big party and we were going to clean this woman’s house then serve at the party, you know, carry trays of drinks and all, then clean up afterwards. Well, we got there and the first thing that happened was that the committee putting on the dinner party explained the rules to us.
Now the thing is, some of these women were sorority alumnae, like I said. They’d been through the same thing we were going through now. They were in their mid 30’s to mid 50’s, I’d say. They dressed well and seemed very sophisticated---and they were rich, I think. Right off the bat there was something about them, you know? Here we were, young girls and we were at the beck and call of these older sexy and worldly women, many of whom had been in our very sorority. It was a little intimidating. It was as if they expected unquestioned obedience from us.
The first thing that was a shocker was the uniform. They had somehow procured these French Maid outfits that were very revealing. We all had to change into them before doing anything else. We were told we’d be wearing these for the party. But we had to change into them now, they said, to clean up and prepare. So we did and boy, were we a sight! The outfit was an abbreviated short black top and skirt that barely covered our panties—and those were really brief too. Add stockings, garter belts and high heels and we looked like French tarts. We were all blushing madly. To think we had to parade around in these get ups for this party…well it was embarrassing.
The way our “employers” smiled at our discomfort was, well, uncomfortable. But some of us started to see what this was about. The near nudity was titillating and the way they began to order us around was starting to work on us emotionally. I mean there was something undeniably sexy about these commanding women and our own vulnerability. They were all dressed up and we were nearly naked.
They got us all together and the person who was hosting, it was her house, said we were going to have a little competition. We would each be given a room to prepare and afterwards they would inspect. The winners would be rewarded but the losers would suffer a little penalty. We looked at each other like, “uh oh.” But the thing was, we were in this to please and they’d paid good money to our charity, so we agreed we’d go along with their games even if it turned out to be a little embarrassing. We were still subject to discipline from our sisters for certain things, even though we were no longer pledges, and we did not want to let the sorority down.
So it was Claire, I think her name was, yeah, Claire Foster. She said ‘we’ll have you each prepare a room and after we give you instructions, you will get to it. Afterwards Mrs. Bearden, Mrs. Hollister and I will inspect. The one who does the best will get a $100 gift certificate, but’--- and here she paused for effect---‘the one who does the worst, girls, will get 20 swats with this.’ And she pulled out an oval leather paddle and smacked it against her palm. Her friends all laughed. And she said, ‘well, girls are you game?’
I guess we all looked at each other and gulped, like, oh boy what did we get into here? We had to say yes, though, and then we all got busy. It was Suzy Porter who came in last. We never knew how they judged it, but when we had all said we were ready for inspection, they looked over the rooms and Suzy came up last. Misty Evans got the certificate, but there was a hush of anticipation when they gathered us all in the rather large living room for Suzy to pay off the forfeit. One of the women on the committee, this really elegant well dressed young woman in her thirties, took little Suzy by the wrist and led her over to a chair. She sat down and flipped Suzy over her knees, much to the amusement of the other women on the committee, who laughed and offered suggestions.
Then to Suzy’s chagrin she turned up her little skirt. Suzy was a short cute brunette with a really cute rear end, and there it was, sticking up clad in those flimsy panties, right over that woman’s knee. She could have been her mother, preparing to spank an errant daughter for some disobedient act. She picked up the leather paddle and started to apply swats, peppering Suzy’s cute seat with a spank about every couple of seconds. The women watching counted each smack in unison so what you heard was, “Whack! One. Whack! Two. Whack! Three.” It was like a chant.
They weren’t real hard swats, but Suzy said later they did sting. She kind of wiggled as the paddle smacked one bottom cheek then another. Her bottom got pretty red too, so I’d say it wasn’t a trivial paddling, although the whole thing was being played for laughs.
“Well, that was just the beginning. When it came time for the party to start, Mrs. Foster dropped the bombshell. There were to be contests all through the night with prizes and forfeits. The committee had cooked this up after they’d “bought” us, but they offered to donate a lot more if we were willing. How could we say no? When they mentioned forfeits, we all cringed. We could guess that these ladies aimed to have fun reliving their old sorority days with us as the unfortunate pledges on the other end of the paddle. Sure enough, a couple of the committee members produced paddles which they now brandished and each and every one of them sported wide grins as they explained the rules. But all the money was going to go to the charity of our choice so there was no way we girls could back out gracefully. It was a big competition among sororities to see who could raise the most money and our sisters would have been very disappointed and angry if we’d thrown away a golden opportunity like this to score some extra money. We would have all been branded as cowards.
We’d be serving drinks and food, they said, and woe betide anyone who dropped an hors d’ouvre or spilled a glass of wine. Well, we served snacks and fetched drinks. If we were caught with an empty tray or got a drink order wrong, it was one demerit. And it was great sport for all the ladies there to do things to try and trip us up. The committee ladies kept score. I mean we kept hearing an amused guest saying things like, “Oh, Claire, this one got my drink order wrong” or “This little lady was out of canapés just as I walked up.” They seemed to delight at the looks on our faces as we got dinged with another demerit.
The way it was going to work, at the end of the dinner the demerits would be totaled and everyone was going to retire to the living room to announce the winners and losers. The losers were to be the bottom three of us. The top three would get gift certificates. They had it all planned but we didn’t know how it was going to work. But we did know that half of us were probably going home with hot bottoms that night.
Somehow we got through the evening and everyone was invited into the living room for the final tally---the evening’s entertainment. First the winners were announced. I am glad to say I came in third so as a prize I got a gift certificate for $100. After Suzy’s spanking she had stepped up her game and had come in second. Nan Webber I remember was first. That left Brina, Misty, and Lily, our other sorority sisters, sort of in the dock. Attention now turned to them. That was one apprehensive bunch, let me tell you, and those society matrons were eyeing these girls with outright glee at their predicament.
It turned out that the penalties would be progressive with the milder stuff dished out first and then the harder forfeits later. So if you were last, you got three penalties applied, not just one. To raise the extra money they were going to auction off who would do the “honors’—the ladies would bid for the right to carry out the forfeit. There was an undercurrent of excitement at this and I suspect that many of these well heeled matrons were just itching to get their hands on a paddle so they could warm our bottoms for us.
So Brina, Misty, and Lily were paraded up there like galley slaves for the auction. The first forfeit was a simple old fashioned spanking by hand. It would be timed with an egg timer—three minutes to do your worst on the pretty bottoms of the three losers. The bidding was intense, but one woman, an older woman named, I think, Millie Danforth won the right to spank all three of them. There was a lot of laughing and chatter about this, like was she up to it? Was her arm strong enough? Those kinds of things. Well, let me tell you, she looked very capable and Brina, Misty, and Lily were all pretty nervous.
The reason was that Millie was a big robust woman in her early fifties who was solidly built. She was almost six feet tall and had wide shoulders and muscled legs. And she said something like, “Don’t worry ladies. I’ve raised three daughters and two sons and many was the night when this hand did double duty warming some disobedient bottoms.” She called for a straight backed armless chair to be put in the center of the room. Everyone crowded around. Millie made a big show of putting on a long opera glove---to protect her hand, she said. That got another laugh. The girls knew it would make little difference to their tender bottoms. It just meant she could spank harder.
The first to go across her lap was little Brina. Brina was only five feet tall and maybe weighed ninety pounds; a cute girl but tiny. Millie handled her like she was six years old. Her body was up off the floor completely, her legs dangling and her arms fluttering around. The big woman just pressed her left hand in Brina’s back and with her right she flipped up that short skirt and peeled down Brina’s little panties. Brina squealed at this indignity. “I didn’t know it was going to be bare!” she yelled. But Mille just said, “Hush, girl. All spankings I give are on the bare bottom.” The women watching all chuckled and commented on how cute Brina’s bottom was. And she did have a cute butt. It was very pert and sort of prominent for her frame, two really jouncy little cheeks.
Somebody came out of the kitchen with a three minute hourglass egg timer. She said, “Millie are you ready?” Millie nodded, smiling broadly like she was really going to enjoy this, and rubbing and patting Brina’s cheeks. Brina, meanwhile, was squirming and looking back anxiously. The other woman turned over the hourglass and said ‘Begin.’
Millie started right up. She started in spanking her with these real crisp precise smacks, about one per second. And they were hard. Pretty soon Brina was writhing and flutter kicking her legs, but she wasn’t going anywhere. The woman spanked from one cheek to the other and Brina was bucking around on her lap. That woman, Millie Danforth, really lit a fire in Brina’s bottom. It was obvious that knew how to spank. Her arm rose and fell like a triphammer, and each smack was dead on target. That leather glove splatted on one cheek then the other in this methodical rhythm that never slowed down. I guess she meant to make the most of her three minutes. The woman never missed a beat. Brina’s bottom got really red in that three minutes before the woman let her up. Brina was trying to hold back the tears, but her eyes looked watery. I think that spanking had really stung.”
“Wow, so she did it for real?” said Joyce.
“Oh, yeah. Later I heard her say that she liked to give spankings to deserving young ladies. And you know, I even think some of the women in attendance at the party seemed sort of interested.”
“So did she spank the others just as hard?”
“She sure did. I think with Brina she was just warming up. Lily was next. She was dark haired, sort of slender but she danced ballet so her bottom and legs were well developed. She took it the best, I think, but she squirmed too as Millie’s palm smacked her wriggling little fanny until it turned red and the sand ran out. The last was Misty. She was a tall redhead, busty and long legged, like a showgirl. She went over Millie’s knee too and had her panties peeled down. Her bottom was a bit bigger, but really full and nicely rounded.”
Joyce wryly observed, “You almost seem to be a connoisseur female fannies, Gwen.”
Gwen laughed, ”Honey, in this sorority we all were. It was either your shapely behind on the line or you held the paddle.”
Gwen continued, “anyway Misty got it good too. Millie spanked up one side and down the other of Misty’s bottom. Her cheeks would wobble with the smacks and she couldn’t stop kicking her legs either. She really squirmed around for what I’m sure was the longest three minutes of her life. When Millie was done her bottom cheeks were beet red. I think that glove might have made it sting even more. Anyway she was standing there hissing “Whew! Whew! Whew!” through her teeth and rubbing like crazy.
“Then they announced the first results. One of the girls was now done. The other two went to the next round. Lily breathed this big sigh of relief when they read her name, but Brina and Misty got these awful expressions on their faces. So Lily joined us over on the side while they took a break to let the girls cool off a bit. We served wine while Brina and Misty stood in a corner.
“After a fifteen minute break, they announced the next forfeit. It turned out to be twenty smacks with the leather paddle they had used earlier. As before, they auctioned off the right to wield the paddle, and two different women won and came up. One at a time Brina and Misty came forward and bent over, hands on the seat of a chair which had been pulled out into the center of the room. With much ceremony panties were peeled down revealing cute bare bottoms, now flushed pink from the prior spanking. Each winning bidder took up the paddle laid on twenty slow and deliberate smacks. Both of the girls jerked as the swats fell. I mean they’d been spanked a few minutes before so their bottoms were already warm and stinging. Still, the leather paddle wasn’t real a real severe implement and they were troopers and made it through; but I know they both dreaded the final result. It meant one of them was done, but one was going to get the next penalty and I was afraid it would be the wooden sorority paddle.
There was this breathless hush as they announced the last forfeit. Claire produced a piece of paper and read from it, “The fifth place finisher and therefore exempt from the last forfeit is---Brina.” We gasped. It meant red haired Misty would get whatever had been reserved as the last penalty of the evening. Misty’s face fell. We all winced with her but she was sent to the corner while they announced what it would be. One of the other ladies walked up and handed Claire the wooden paddle. That’s what we all had feared and now Misty was going to get it.
Claire said, “Ladies now we come to the final forfeit which goes unfortunately to Misty. Turn around so we can all see you, dear.” Misty turned around. “As you can see, she is a lovely girl and very brave. But this is her sorority and is sometimes subject to discipline with the sorority paddle. Isn’t that right, dear?” Misty nodded yes, not very enthusiastically.
“Well, tonight is one of those nights. Our last penalty for tonight’s most demerits is…ten whacks, bare behind.” Misty looked shocked. Ten was as much as anybody got at one time. “Who wishes to bid the give Misty her paddling?’
The bidding was fast and furious. It seemed there were a lot of ladies who wanted to paddle Misty’s jouncy behind. The winner was a young athletic woman with short blonde hair named, I think, Barbara something or other. I remember she had these steel grey eyes, very intense. They called Misty to come forward. I’ll never forget that scene. Barbara took the paddle and patted her palm with it. She looked like she had handled one before. She stood quite still for a moment all the while staring into Misty’s eyes. Then she said, “Are you a brave girl, Misty?” Misty was sort of taken aback. She stammered, “I don’t know.”
“Will you be my brave girl, Misty?” Misty didn’t know what to say, but finally she croaked out a ‘yes’. Then this woman, holding the paddle with one hand, with the other she pulled Misty’s head forward and kissed her squarely on the lips. She held her for a few seconds. You could have heard a pin drop. Then she pulled away. She gestured with the paddle and said, “Misty, I know you will be. Now pull down your panties, please.” Misty blushed again and pulled her skirt up so she could hook her fingers in the little panties and slide them down.
“Now turn around and bend over. Hands on your knees.”
Misty bent over and this thrust her bottom back. Barbara flipped the little skirt up so it was up on her back and stood to Misty’s left, marking her distance. She placed the paddle on Misty’s bottom to gauge her distance, patted it a few times then pulled her arm back.
Her arm was a blur coming forward and the paddle landed with a loud crack!
Misty went, “Ahh…aiee!” and jerked. Her body wobbled on those high heels. The paddle left a deep red band on her bottom which was already red.
She lined up another and Whack! She smacked Misty again right on the crowns of her bottom. Misty was gasping pretty audibly and shuffling around, so Barbara said, “Be still, Misty.” Misty finally got herself under control and Barbara praised her for being ‘my brave girl.’ Then she dealt another solid smack with the paddle that made Misty partially raise up. Barbara just pushed her gently back down with her hand on her back and whispered something in her ear. The she took her stance and let fly with another solid swat.
It was like a duet. Barbara with the paddle and Misty bent over presenting her red fanny worked together to entertain those ladies. Barbara basically coached her through it, giving her words of encouragement, gently placing her back in position, being firm and commanding sometimes, but always wielding the paddle firmly, applying crisp shots with it that literally rang off of the walls. Her buttocks flattened when the paddle struck then bounded back into shape. In between licks Misty wriggled her bottom sort of shamelessly, her cheeks jiggling as she shuffled from one foot to the other.
When Barbara announced ‘ten’, everyone applauded. It had been quite a performance. She hugged Misty and gave her a kiss. Then she led her off by the hand, to find an empty bedroom she said, and apply some lotion. We did not see either of them the rest of the night.
That was it except for clean-up, but Claire said not to bother and we got dressed to leave. We couldn’t help but notice though, that several women seemed to have paired off and were headed for empty rooms. We saw a couple of young women follow Millie into an empty room and close the door. After I got dressed and was walking by the door I know I heard squeals and smacking sounds.
“Wow! That is amazing. I’ve never heard of anything like that. You say they were a bridge club?”
“Yes, all wealthy, stylish and very sophisticated women. I think they met on Fridays or something.”HERE