Sorority Guest Part 3
"Oh, I'm sorry..." I stepped forward, feeling bad. Audrey intervened.
"Keep your fucking hands off your ass and they won't get hit. Hurry up,
hit her!"
I swung very fast, to mercifully complete Paula's punishment quickly.
The girl thrust out her hips after the first, trying to avoid the sting.
I quickly hit her again with her back arched, swinging up into her
cheeks. It lifted her up, hair flying. I thought she would fall to the
ground. I wound up and swung again, really hard. WHHAACCK! "Mm! Mmmfff!
oh! Oh no!..." As soon as we heard words, we knew she had broken the egg
in her mouth. She turned to us, her face screwed up in disgust, spitting
egg shells and raw egg. She began rubbing her butt again, wiggling her
hips back and forth, doing an unintentionally sexy dance of pain. Then,
in mournful agony, she let out a quiet, "OHHhhhhhh..."
"Now go sit down. I'm gonna paddle you for a week for that." Then,
disdainfully, Audrey muttered, "Asshole..." Everyone's eyes were on
Paula. She walked slowly to her chair, her eyes toward the ceiling, her
mouth moving, hands glued to her ass. The part of her butt that was
visible to me was a fiery red, flecked with darker shades here and
there. Then she looked down at the hard wooden seat, as if she was
wondering how she could possibly sit down on her damaged rear. Finally,
to the muffled giggles of the other girls, she twisted around, put her
hands on the seat to support her weight and very slowly lowered her
buttocks to the chair. "Ohhhh," she groaned. Her face looked tired, her
neat ponytail mussed, her legs carelessly open, giving me a good view of
her blonde snatch.
At this point Kim walked back into the room, apparently with a change in
panties. She sat down in the front row, inquiring about the ruckus she'd
heard. Quick whispered explanations flew at her. She giggled and glanced
over at Paula.
"Okay, girls. Now, we're going to play 'The Luck of The Draw'." The
pledges looked at each other, knowing this couldn't possibly be good for
them.
Audrey produced a hat and explained the game. "In the hat are slips of
paper saying what will happen to you. Some of them are good, some are
bad. You pick a number between one and ten. Then you choose from the
hat and you get whatever the slip of paper says from our guest. 'Got
it?"
It was simple enough. They seemed to understand. "We'll go right
across the front row." I had no idea what the slips of paper said, but
I was game for anything. "Brenda, come on up."
Brenda, thus far untouched in her cute little dress, rose and walked
forward. "Choose a number," Audrey said.
The living doll smiled shyly, looking so pretty. Then she said, "Six."
"Okay, six it is," Audrey said. Then she shoved the hat in front of the
girl. Brenda looked in, then extended her hand and took out a little
folded piece of paper. "Okay, read it to us, Brenda."
Brenda unfolded it and read it to herself. She smiled and then laughed
and turned sideways, slapping her arms to her sides. "Oh no!" she said,
seemingly embarrassed.
"What does it say?"
Brenda brought the paper back up and spoke slowly, "It says 'pinched and
swatted panties'." The Big Sisters at the back guffawed and laughed.
"Okay, our guest will do the honors. Get you paddle."
The sexy ritual of an attractive young woman selecting her paddle and
handing it to me was repeated. "Bend over, Bren," Audrey suggested.
Brenda bent forward and reached for the rear hem of her skirt. She
hiked it up, higher and higher, until it was up and over her waist and
her dark hose and black panties were on display. "Pantyhose down,"
Audrey admonished her.
With an embarrassed "Tsk!" Brenda reached under her skirt and grabbed
the top of her hose, stripping them down over her big bottom with some
effort. She stood there bending over, her long, slim legs straight,
feet well apart, holding her skirt up.
"Should I pinch her?" I asked tentatively.
Audrey threw me a withering look. "Yes. Then swat her. Do it six
times." Then to the audience, she said, "Count them for us, ladies."
Holding the paddle in my left hand, I took a step to Brenda's rear,
reached out and touched her high on her right ass cheek. It was warm
and rubbery and the sheer panties felt nice and smooth, like silk. As
expected, I dug my index finger and thumb as deep as I could and
squeezed a hunk of her female ass flesh. Her young, tender butt was so
firm it was hard to get a grip. I twisted the skin in a big clockwise
motion. Her skin was soft, but it felt like there was nice, tough
muscle underneath.
Brenda gasped and pulled her ass away comically, bending her knees and
swinging her butt downward. As she got back into position, legs
straight, I stepped back, measured the distance and let fly with a
tremendous paddle swat. WHACCK! Her ass felt good and heavy and I
distinctly felt her cheeks quickly bounce up and down, like firm jelly,
through the paddle's handle. Brenda's head snapped upward, but she made
no sound. Although I couldn't see her eyes, I deduced from the position
of her head that she was intently staring straight ahead.
"One!" the other girls called out.
I transferred the paddle to my left hand again and stepped closer to
her. I don't know why I decided to alternate between pinches and
swats. It just seemed natural. I grabbed another solid piece of her
butt, this time digging my fingers deep into the middle of her right
cheek. Her skin there was sifter, very full and easier to hold onto. I
twisted my hand as far as I could, keeping a tight grip on her sexy ass,
then I let go. Brenda went "Uhhh" and wiggles slightly.
After pinching her, I stepped back, held the paddle lightly against her
ass and swung very hard. The sharp, delicious sound of hard wood
meeting soft, feminine ass echoed off the walls. "Yeeow!" the girl
shouted.
"Two!"
I again took a step toward her and she clumsily scampered two steps
away, hampered by her pantyhose but still holding her skirt up. The
girls laughed at her reluctance to be pinched again. "Man, that hurts!"
she whined. Then she stepped back and submissively bent over again.
This time I put my hand very low on her right side and grabbed her ass
from underneath the base of her butt. I could feel the raw heat in the
seat of her panties from the two swats. I was able to get a good grip
and squeezed hard, lifting her ass up slightly, then I twisted.
"Oww!" Brenda called out. She straightened and squirmed her ass left in
pain and then quickly lifted up onto the toes of her high heels and bent
back, but I had a good grip and held on tight. We hung there like that
for a moment: me with my arm outstretched under her butt, with a good
solid hold of the bottom of her ass, my fingers applying as much
pinching and twisting force as I could muster, and her bent backward, up
on her toes. Her face was up toward the ceiling, her eyes closed.
"Ow! Ow! Okay-okay!" she yelled and I let her go. "Shit!" she
exclaimed, breathing loudly and relaxing onto her heels again. "I
didn't know a pinch in the ass could hurt so much!" she said. The
observers were delighted and filled the room with teasing comments and
laughter.
I stepped back and set my feet, holding the paddle near my shoulder, and
shook it back and forth like a baseball bat. The girl was a good sport,
that was for sure. Just as she bent forward, before she was ready, I
snapped the heavy wooden paddle forward with plenty of wrist snapping
action.
CRACCK! That one sounded like the proverbial pistol shot! "Oh
shiiittt!" Brenda screamed in reaction, her voice very high pitched and
distressed. She sprang up on her toes again, arching her back like a
bow, her hands immediately shooting back to comfort her severely burning
ass.
"Three!"
I approached her from behind again and brushed her hands out of the
way. I switched to her left cheek and repeated the procedure, reveling
in the sensuous texture of her generous, hot hind end. The embarrassed
girl must have been making some funny faces because I could hear the
girls laughing. Brenda twisted her hips sexily as I pinched, rotating
them slowly as if trying to gently break my grip.
Getting into position again, I aimed for the fullest part of her
backside. I was afraid I'd pull a muscle, but I swung hard again. I
felt I had to do my duty properly and truly toast her ass. It wouldn't
have been fair to the other pledges to go easy on her. The paddle
landed square in the middle of her butt, right across the tender crack
of her ass. It made a loud but muffled SPLOOSH! sound this time. I
felt the paddle catch and lift her entire, firm butt.
"Four!"
"Mmmm..mmm..mm..oh..wait...wait...r-rest period...time out!" Brenda
stuttered, pulling her ass in. She turned slightly right, placed her
left hand on the left side of her ass and held her right hand out behind
her to ward me off. I saw Audrey laughing, a big grin across her pretty
face. She seemed to be enjoying Brenda's ordeal immensely. I was
surprised when she let the excited girl, her breasts heaving up and
down, to pace around in a small circle. Brenda furiously rubbed her
panty clad posterior with both hands as she stared at the floor. She
seemed to be talking to herself, trying to get up the courage to
continue. "Okay...okay...wait a minute...okay..." I heard her
murmuring.
Finally, she stepped into the middle of her imaginary circle, made sure
her skirt was up, then planted each foot and bent over again. What a
view! Her panties stretched tight and her butt loomed up at me. It was
obvious what the target was. Angry red and maroon irregularly shaped
splotches peeked out of the bottom of her panties. I quickly stepped up
to her and pinched her very hard on her left cheek again. I could tell
the actual temperature of her ass was hotter!
"Damn!" Brenda yelled plaintively, fiercely wiggling reflexively to
break my grip.
Trying to shorten her discomfort, I took a quick step back and slammed
the paddle home again. PffftWHACK! She wasn't expecting to be swatted
so hard and so quickly. Her ass felt relaxed and softer through the
wood. I felt her cheeks vibrate violently through the wood. The
bending girl screamed, short and loud and shot upright.
"Five!" Fewer girls shouted the number, so it was quieter this time.
I paid no attention to Brenda's distress nor her standing position and
instantly grabbed another nice, solid hunk of her left ass cheek and
twisted mercilessly. She went up on her toes again and danced from foot
to foot, both hands on her head in disbelief. Starting low, then
pitching higher, her voice cut the air: "Uhhhnn.." I released her and,
before she knew what was happening and while she was still standing, I
literally blasted her ass with the paddle for the last time.
Only two or three girls called out the number softly, "Six."
Brenda jumped up in the air three or four times, right off the ground,
spinning slightly as she did, her beautiful, wavy, dark hair swirling
around her head. She was holding her damaged rear globes delicately
with both hands. It looked like she was trying to gently lift herself
up by her ass cheeks. There were plenty of smiles but nobody laughed
out loud.
Audrey stepped forward and put her arm around Brenda's shoulders and
forced her to face the group, the young woman's skirt still gathered
sexily around her waist. Tears were welling in her eyes. "Okay,
Brenda. Kiss the paddler. C'mon, give him a big 'thank you'."
Brenda stepped up to me, her face tensed in an adorable about-to-cry
look, and demurely kissed me on the right cheek. "No, no, no! Give him
a REAL kiss," Audrey commanded, frustrated that she had to repeat her
orders. The girl came close to me again, her breasts brushing my chest,
her dark eyes reflecting anger and humiliation. She kissed me lightly
on the mouth, holding her face there, gently sucking on my lips. It was
lovely, considering what I'd just done to her.
"Okay. On your knees. Kiss the paddle. Brenda, all resistance gone,
but disgusted, slowly knelt down, her pantyhose hampering her
gracefulness. I extended the paddle to her horizontally. She puckered
up and planted a long kiss right in the center of the area that had just
heated her buttocks so efficiently. Then she rose and Audrey embraced
her again.
"Very good, Brenda, you did very well. How about a round of applause
for Brenda?" I tucked the paddle under my arm and clapped along with
the others. Brenda slowly pulled up her pantyhose, obviously in agony
and half walked, half stumbled to her chair. Her lips were trembling
and she sobbed once or twice before sitting down, then crumpled into the
chair in a heap. She was immediately sorry. She let out a soft,
"ohhh.." and arched her back slightly, trying to take the weight off her
butt.
"Okay, Kim, your turn!" Audrey said firmly. Kim, still in panties, very
reluctantly stood and went up to my girlfriend. I watched her slim,
sexy thighs as she walked. Pale and firm, they looked terrific. I
shook my head. If this girl was going to get more, I didn't know how
she would stand it.
Kim picked the lowest number she could. She said "Five," then dug into
the hat and picked out a folded paper. She read grinned broadly,
relieved. "Two dollar bills," she said. There was a sigh from the
other girls. Kim had been very lucky, indeed. Audrey handed me five
two dollar bills and I counted them out into Kim's outstretched hand.
Then she strode confidently to her seat and sat down, as if to say, Ha!
That was easy, girls!
"Okay Robin, you're next.
Beautiful, slim Robin had a walk like a runway model. She walked almost
impudently to Audrey, hips thrust forward and said "Ten!" I thought
that was a mistake. Since Kim had just gotten a "good" slip of paper,
the odds were against her. She reached into the hat a little nervously
as Audrey held it up. Then she unfolded the slip of paper she had
selected. Her eyes widened and she put her right hand to the side of
her face in dismay. She looked crushed.
"What's it say? What's it say?" The girls cried eagerly.
Robin, her face a picture of amazement read the writing: "Hard kicks,
the second to last one in the seat of the panties and the last one
bareassed!" Then she turned to Audrey. "Hard kicks? Kicks? What does
that mean?"
Audrey grinned sadistically at what she had written, secretly glad that
haughty Robin had unintentionally selected a high number for a
particularly humiliating task. The other girls called out "oh!" a
nd "oh no! and "you'll get a kick out of it!" and other silly things.
"You're gonna get a kick in the pants, Honey," Audrey explained. "Ten
of them, as a matter of fact."
Robin took a step backwards, her hands moving behind her and lightly
resting on her backside, immediately sorry that she took a chance on
such a high number. "You're kidding!" she blurted, but Audrey
just smiled, indicating she was not. Robin shook
her head a few times, then resignedly got in front of the center of the
table, flashed me an embarrassed, sexy look, then turned her back to me
and bent forward. Her tight, short skirt immediately stretched taut
across her mouth watering ass and the hem rode high up on her thighs.
Audrey nodded suggestively at me.
I have to admit, I was kind of happy about doing this to her. I knew
several guys who had dated, or tried to date, Robin. I remembered that
she had cruelly dumped one friend and practically laughed in the face of
another when he asked her out. She seemed to have no respect for men,
or anybody else. So I sort of felt she deserved a good kick in the ass.
I couldn't resist a little joke. I looked down at my cheap, pointy
Italian loafers and quipped, "Now I wish I had worn my boots!"
A few Big Sisters in the back urged me on: "Give it to her!" "Yeah,"
one of them called, "Kick her in the ass!"
I was blushing a little, but felt I had to do my duty. I looked at the
slender, bending girl, and estimated the distance. Solidly balancing on
my left leg, I stepped back onto my right foot for a moment, then swung
it upwards hard and fast. I brought the side of my shoe forcefully into
the center of the bottom of Robin's tight, cute little butt! The kick
made a muffled WOP! The hem of her skirt flew up. I could feel the
crack in her ass through my shoe, her two huddling cheeks moving up
heavily, then bouncing back down again and jiggling furiously. I was
surprised at how delicious it felt.
Like some perverted machine, I took up a rhythm. The audience counted
out the numbers loudly. After each savage kick, Robin would snap her
head up and take two small steps forward. It was like I was
kicking her across the room. After three more good shots, she
had moved five feet or so to the audience's right.
I reached forward and put a hand on each side of her curvy hips and
pulled her backward a few steps until we were centered again. Then,
still holding her solid hips, I brought my right knee up and hard into
her behind. "Ooooofff!" she said, the sound seeming to be forced out of
her. It felt very satisfying because I could feel the heft of her trim
ass cheeks as they sprang up and spread outward, then jumped in reaction
to the blow. I felt something give and heard a soft ripping sound as my
knee reached the top of its arc and imbedded itself between the girl's
cheeks. As I removed my knee from her ass, I was surprised to see that the seam in
the seat of Robin's skirt had split! About four or five inches of
stitching had torn and the back of her silky black slip could plainly be
seen. I couldn't resist, turning her around to show the other girls my
accomplishment. The Big Sisters laughed and clapped and pointed. Robin
twisted around and looked at the tear in her seat. She was annoyed, but
resigned and got back into position. She whispered so only I could
hear, "Hey, take it easy will you?"
I hissed back, "Not a chance, babe."
I kneed her again, good and hard, and her skirt tore almost down to the
hem. I held my knee there and enjoyed the feel of her warm ass tightly
hugging my leg. The audience called out ""Six!" The Big Sisters were
really enjoying themselves.
I wanted to try one more thing. I stepped back and kicked her with my
foot again, this time aiming the sharp toe of my shoe right at the base
of the crack in her ass. The tip of my shoe disappeared for a moment up
her crack and, although I kicked her with great force, the impact was
dull and soft. I sensed that I had probably contacted her asshole.
"OH!" Robin screamed and shot her hands to her behind. She spun
violently and shot a nasty look at me. "You....you..."
"Shut up and bend over," I said. Audrey was so in control of the
pledges that I was feeling pretty bold.
Robin glared at me and resumed her bending position, her sexy slip still
peeking out of her torn seat. I gave her another hard kick with my toe,
but Robin was squeezing her cheeks together and her ass felt like a
rock. I still got a loud "Ow!" out of her.
"Eight!"
Audrey spoke up, "Okay, up with the skirt, Robin."
Looking chagrined, Robin lifted her skirt and slip, revealing tight,
very thin, matching black panties. I wasted no time and immediately
blasted her in the ass again. "Ooooff!" she said again.
Then, without being asked, she hooked her thumbs in her
little underpants and stripped them down to her knees. She opened her
legs a little to prevent them from slipping further. I was shocked
to see red and purple lines and marks all over her cute
white butt, apparently from my foot. I didn't realize I had
been bruising her. A few of the marks plainly showed the imprint of the
side of my shoe's sole and heel.
Just as I decided to go easy on this last one, Audrey sang out, "Give
her all you got on this one!" I quickly debated what to do and came to
a decision. My loyalties were with Audrey. I was NOT going to
displease her in any way. I wound up and gave Robin a lollapalooza of a
kick, square in her feminine ass. The poor girl shot forward clumsily with a short
scream, her drooping panties nearly tripping her. She stayed there,
bent over for several seconds, regaining her composure and, no doubt,
concentrating on the unbelievable sensations coming from her tortured
rear end. Then she went to pull up her underwear. Audrey stopped her.
"Leave 'em down. Return to your seat just like that."
"That's ridiculous," Robin shot back, still bent forward, hands on the
waistband of her lowered underpants. I was getting a great view of her
crotch. Audrey just glared at her and the girl thought better of
arguing. She hobbled over to her seat to muffled laughter from the
other girls. She sat down very gingerly on her bare, battered buttocks.
It wasn't over yet! I wondered other devilish tortures were on the
slips of paper in that hat.
