Jim Stevens wanted more than anything else to be a member of the Sigma Sigma Epsilon Fraternity. It was the most distinguished organization on campus, and its sister sorority was Delta Tau Gamma. To be a member of Sigma Sigma Epsilon was to be one of the select. The fraternity only accepted the best students, the most athletic ones, and the ones from the most affluent families. Fortunately for Jim, he fit all these categories. He was also tall, blond, and relatively good looking. In fact he was exactly the kind of pledge the Sigma Sigma Epsilon brothers wanted.
Thus it was that nineteen-year-old Jim, along with seven other pledges during the first morning of Hell Week, was in the basement of the Sigma Sigma Epsilon house cutting and sanding a wooden paddle that he was required to carry with him at all times until the initiation period ended. And thus it was that he would report regularly to a big brother named Sam, to whom Jim was assigned, so that Sam could teach him the traditions of the fraternity and respect for all brothers in the Sigma Sigma Epsilon house. Sam, a senior, was not as tall as Jim, but he was more muscular in build, his complexion was darker, and he sported a well-groomed brown beard that matched his dark brown hair.
Such reporting invariably included sessions of paddling in which Jim had to present his paddle to Sam and then, bending over a desk or chair, present his bottom for chastisement--sometimes on top of his trousers, but more often on top of his brief-covered bottom, and sometimes even his bared behind. And like any good pledge Jim was expected to thank Big Brother Sam afterwards for using the wooden instrument effectively to correct his behavior.
As might be expected, Sam rather enjoyed these discipline sessions. He was fascinated by Jim's well-chiseled rear with its two slender, resilient mounds of flesh that flattened a little and then bounced back into shape as the paddle did its work. He also smiled whenever Jim emitted a groan or almost inaudible yelp as the wooden instrument found its mark. And he liked to see the red blotches that often remained impressed on Jim's pink-skinned bottom for some hours after one of these sessions ended.
For Jim, however, the sessions were anything but pleasant. He had never been spanked as a child and so was not used to sitting and walking around with a frequently sore backside. He endured the viscous sting of the paddle only because he wanted so much to become a Sigma Sigma Epsilon brother, and he knew that paddling was the accepted way pledges were molded into the traditions and comradeship of a fraternity.
Between the sessions of reporting to Sam, Jim was assigned to make beds, clean the kitchen, study the fraternity rules and bylaws, run errands for the brothers, and do his homework so that he wouldn't fall behind in his college classes. He was often awakened in the middle of the night for some of these tasks, and he found that he was constantly tired, particularly during the last days of the initiation.
Unlike many other fraternities Sigma Sigma Epsilon never required its pledges to wear silly hats or go on ridiculous scavenger hunts. Instead, the fraternity brothers counted most on instilling loyalty through a final initiation test that no pledge could possibly anticipate and that no brother, on pain of expulsion, ever talked of to the uninitiated. The only other organization that used a similar test was the sister sorority, Delta Tau Gamma, whose leaders took pains to coordinate their initiation timing with that of the brothers of Sigma Sigma Epsilon.
The final initiation test always took place on the last evening before pledges were formally enrolled into fraternity. Any pledge could opt out of this test, but to do so meant loss of membership in the fraternity and, by this point in the Hell Week hazing process, every pledge was determined to continue to the bitter end.
The test began with each pledge being taken, at half hour intervals, to a big brother's room and told to completely disrobe. Jim, since he was carrying his frat paddle as always, immediately assumed that this disrobing meant he was going to be beaten in the nude for some unknown reason. However his Big Brother Sam, instead, handed Jim a bathrobe and slippers and told him to put them on and then pick up his paddle again as they were going for an automobile ride. Jim did as he was told, now suddenly fearing that he was about to be taken to some distant and unknown place and left there to find his own way back to the frat house. He had heard from others that this was a common practice among fraternity hazers.
The big brother then took out a bandanna and used it to cover Jim's eyes so that he could see nothing. The blindfold did not surprise Jim because he had already been blindfolded several times during the past week. That seemed to be a normal part of pledge hazing. He had been blindfolded before he was given a test on the house rules, and he was blindfolded before one of the other brothers paddled him for not completing an assignment on time.
At this point a second brother, one named Pete, joined them. Pete was also shorter than Jim and probably stronger. He was beginning to get bald in his senior year and had taken to combing his brown hair to cover the bald spot, but his hair was never quite equal to the task. Pete took Jim by the left arm and Sam took him by the right as they guided him out into the parking lot and into the back seat of Sam's Toyota. With Sam at the wheel and Pete sitting next to him, Jim was driven for what seemed quite a distance along a route of many left and right turns. Although he tried to recognize where the car was going, the route was so convoluted that there was no way Jim could possibly know.
Finally the car came to a stop and Jim was taken out and led up some stairs into a building. The three of them then entered a room in which Jim sensed there were other people, but with his blindfold in place he had no idea as to who they might be or where he was.
Sam then instructed Jim to give him the paddle, step out of the slippers, and take off the bathrobe. Jim followed the orders and was soon standing nude in front of what he now assumed were other fraternity brothers. Sam instructed him to put his hands on top of his head, clasp his fingers together, and move his feet about a yard apart. Again Jim did as he was told.
Then Sam took off the blindfold. To Jim's shock and great humiliation, he discovered he was standing in the middle of the Delta Tau Gamma living room, in full view of fifteen of the sorority sisters. His face turned deep red in embarrassment as the seated women looked him up and down. He had seen some of these ladies around campus, but only knew the name of one of them. She was from his hometown, the sister of one of best his friends and a girl he had secretly adored from a distance when he was fourteen years old. Since she was three years his senior, however, she had taken almost no notice of him in high school. Her name was Mary, and she was a stunning blond of medium height with blue eyes, pale complexion, and full lips. In fact all the sisters were real knock-outs as far as looks were concerned. Delta Tau Gamma was noted for having the most beautiful co-eds on campus. Almost any one of them in the room might have passed for a Vogue model or Playboy girl of the month.
Jim's exposure was particularly painful because it had been many years since he had permitted any woman--even his mother--to view him without clothes. As far as he could remember, he must have been about nine years old when his mother last saw him this way as she helped him dry himself after a bath. He didn't even like to take off his clothes in the doctor's office, and his doctor was a man. And now he was even being seen this way by Mary, his friend's sister and the girl he had admired so much in high school. This situation made him feel terribly uncomfortable. It was not only embarrassing, it was humiliating to be standing there in such an exposed condition.
Several of the sorority sisters giggled at Jim's embarrassment. Others made comments about his muscular legs and arms, the amount of hair in his arm pits and on his legs, and the amount of hair at his crotch.
The comments made Jim shake somewhat in nervousness and strangely his thoughts began to focus on his physical inadequacies. He wondered if the assembled women were looking at the large birth mark that was just below his right nipple or his bony knees or the lack of hair on his chest. He could feel a few drops of sweat running from his arm pits down the sides of his torso and this reminded him of the fact that he hadn't been able to take a shower in the last two days because the brother's many work assignments had prevented him from doing so and because of his general tiredness.
He prayed to himself that the audience wouldn't see how nervous he now was, and he hoped that his body odor was not communicated to those in the room. He didn't dare bring attention to his feet by looking down at them, but he wondered if the women noticed that they were rather dirty.
One of the sisters, a brunette with rather pronounced breasts, commented on how tiny Jim's penis seemed to be, and she asked Sam if he was actually a man or still a boy. At this, Sam whispered firmly in Jim's ear, "Keep your hands on your head, or else," and then he grabbed Jim's penis and began to massage it, adding to Jim's great discomfort. The organ soon became enlarged in size.
"That's not bad," the same sister said as she looked at the now engorged appendage sticking out from Jim's crotch. "Now I can see why you decided to pledge him." The comment brought a great deal of laughter from the assembled members of Delta Tau Gamma.
Then one of the other sisters produced a camera, saying, "We want to take a picture of this for our scrap book. I'm sure the sisters who couldn't be here tonight will want to know what this pledge looks like." She then snapped a picture of Jim standing there in all his nakedness. The flash made his eyes blink furiously, and he cringed at the thought of the picture being circulated among the other sorority sisters. He wanted to grab the camera and destroy the film, but he knew that if he took his hands from his head there would be hell to pay.
"You should know, boy," said still another of the sisters to Jim, "that we keep a scrap book of all naked pledges so that we can see what one looks like if he later asks one of us out on a date." The very thought of such a record made Jim shudder.
Next Sam ordered Jim to give the audience ten good reasons as to why he wanted to be a member of the Sigma Sigma Epsilon fraternity. And Sam warned him that if any of the reasons were superficial or silly he would be punished for them. Sam further told him that he had just five minutes to think of and deliver all ten reasons.
Jim tried to comply as best he could. With a somewhat shaky voice, he began. "The first reason is that Sigma Sigma Epsilon is the best fraternity on campus. Second, I want the kind of comradeship that fraternity membership brings. Third..."
By the end of five minutes Jim had only been able to think of eight reasons, and Sam pronounced three of these to be too trivial to be accepted. Jim groaned inwardly because he realized he would be severely punished for only completing half the assignment. He continued to stand before the sisters with his fingers locked on top of his head, waiting for the sentence to be administered.
Sam told him he was now to bend over a table in the room, and that he was going receive the paddle from the assembled sisters. Sam pushed him roughly into position. He told Jim that he should keep his arms outstretched across the table because if he tried to protect his rear with his hands at any time then the sister's spanking would be started all over again. However Jim could not have used his hands in this way because Pete walked around to the other side of the table and took hold of his wrists to restrict them.
The table was low enough so that Jim's feet were flat on the floor. His bottom was stuck out over the edge so that it was in an easy striking position for the paddle. The two hemispheres separated by the ass crack showed no marks of previous paddlings, since these had disappeared by now, and they were a natural pink skin color. But they would not be for long.
Jim lay there face down on the table waiting for the women to start their work. The table top, at first, felt cool against Jim's stomach and chest, but this didn't last for long as his body heat soon warmed the surface. He naturally expected that blows administered to his posterior by women would not be as painful as those he had received during the week from Sam. How wrong he was!
The ladies formed a line and Sam handed Jim's paddle to the first. "Each of you can hit him with one stroke as hard as you wish. I don't mind if you really hurt him." Jim moaned at that statement. "Like any pledge, he certainly needs it."
With that the first sister in line took the paddle, lifted it high, and aimed it at Jim's right buttock. The paddle landed with a loud splat, and Jim let out a muffled "ouch!" Within seconds an area on his right mound the size of the paddle turned from the pink skin color into a much brighter, almost red patch.
The next sister then took the paddle from the first and moved into position for her swat. This was placed with even more force, but on the left cheek. Again Jim could not keep from letting out a muffled noise, but one that was too indistinct to be understood. Then the next sister moved into position. There was just enough time between each change of paddle wielder to allow the full pain of the previous stroke to echo throughout Jim's body.
The strength and ability of the fifteen sisters varied. Some of the strokes were relatively light, but others came with such force that they were much harder than anything Sam had ever produced. Jim tried as best he could to control his vocal utterances, but frequently let out muffled groans and yelps as the paddle reached home. By the time all fifteen of the sisters had had their turn, Jim's bottom was sore beyond anything he had ever experienced before and his eyes were watered with tears, although he had managed to keep from visibly sobbing.
Pete still held his wrists so that he could not rise from the table until the sister with the camera had taken two more photographs, these of his very red and very sore bottom. Then Jim was allowed to stand up but not to touch his backside. He was told again to put his hands on his head and stand there for inspection. He hoped that the women could not see his watery eyes. There was no way he could wipe them with his hands on his head this way.
"I think you should thank these ladies for doing such a good job," Sam said. "In fact you should have them autograph your paddle so that you will have a keepsake of this evening. Don't you agree?"
Jim nodded half heartedly.
"What do you say," Sam asked with a little irritation in his voice.
"Yes, sir," Jim said quickly.
"Boy," Sam was now using the most demeaning name designation he could think of, "you will kneel in front of each of the sisters in this room and thank them for the spanking they just gave you. Then you will ask them to autograph your paddle. Here it is and here is an indelible pen for them to use. Now get started, boy."
Jim took the paddle and the pen from Sam and went over to the first sorority sister. He then got down on his knees and said, "Thank you for using the paddle on me. Would you please autograph it for me."
The sister took the instrument and wrote her name in small letters on one side. Then Jim began to crawl over toward the next sister.
"Stand up, boy, and use your two legs," Sam demanded of him. "Don't crawl like a baby."
So Jim had to rise from his position, walk one or two steps to the next sister, and then get down on his knees again to thank her and make his request for her autograph. She signed the paddle near the first signature.
Jim then rose and moved to the next woman, who happened to be the Mary he had adored from afar in high school. Just as he was bending down to get on his knees before her, she suddenly said to Sam, "His penis has gotten all small again. I think it should be stiff, don't you?"
Sam came over to Jim and looked down at his crotch. "Get it up there, boy," he commanded. "Either you do it or I will."
Completely humiliated before the assembled group, Jim began to pull and rub on his organ to make it expand. It was the last thing he wanted to do just then, but better he do it than Sam.
When the penis stuck out like a pole once again, Jim got onto his knees and thanked Mary for spanking him and asked her to autograph his paddle.
So it went as he moved around the room. Whenever his organ showed signs of flagging, he was ordered by Sam to get it back into shape. Finally he completed the rounds of the sisters. His backside ached from the application of the paddle. His knees ached from having to rise and kneel so many times, and his penis was beginning to ache from his pulling on it so much. Jim stood up, returned to the paddle and pen to Sam, and placed his hands back on his head, as Sam told him to.
"How old are you, boy?" Sam asked as if he didn't already know.
"Nineteen, sir," Jim answered.
"Well, now you are going to be punished for not giving enough good reasons for wanting to be a member of Sigma Sigma Epsilon."
Punished again! Jim was dumbfounded. Wasn't that what he had already been paddled for by the sisters? He looked at Sam in terror. What more punishment could he take? It all seemed so unfair.
"Let's see," Sam continued. "You deserve five strokes of the paddle for only giving five good reasons for wanting to join the fraternity and you are nineteen years old. Put those two numbers together and what to you get, boy?"
"Twenty-four, sir," Jim was almost crying as he said the number. This was considerably more strokes than he had just suffered at the hands of the sorority sisters. He didn't think his bottom could take any more punishment.
"Correct, boy. Now turn your back to the ladies, bend over, and grab hold of your legs just below the knees. I'm going to ask Pete to give you some assistance, since we don't want you to make the mistake of using your hands to protect yourself. Do we?"
Jim knew he had to obey the command and so he reluctantly moved into position. Pete then came over and stood directly in front of him, and placed his hands on Jim's shoulders so that he wouldn't try to raise up. Then Sam told Jim to wrap his hands around Pete's legs, and when he had done so, Sam took a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket and clamped them around Jim's wrists. Then Pete pushed Jim's head between his legs and clamped it there by drawing the legs close to each other. Now, by continuing to press down on Jim's shoulders and holding his head between his legs, Pete effectively restricted Jim's movement. And Jim's ass was sticking high in the air where Pete could look directly at it as Sam applied the paddle.
At this point Pete removed his hands from Jim's shoulders and placed one on each of Jims ass cheeks. Then he pulled these apart to expose Jim's ass hole to the assembled ladies. It was quite painful to Jim to have his red-hot buttocks orbs pulled apart in this way, but it was more painful to realize that everyone could now see his exposed anus.
"Ooo, he's got another hole," one of the sisters shouted in glee, not because it surprised her but because she realized how humiliating such a statement would be to the miserable, bent-over Jim. The others laughed in merryment.
Pete now let go Jim's cheeks and returned his hands to Jim's shoulders so that he could more easily hold him in place. Sam then raised the paddle and brought it down on both of Jim's buttocks at the same time. He didn't hit Jim's bottom as hard as most of the ladies had earlier, but each stroke caused extreme pain since they were applied on an already bruised posterior.
"One," shouted the sisters as the first stroke landed. "Two," they shouted in chorus at the second splat, and so on up to the number twenty-four. But by that point Jim couldn't hear them very distinctly because he was sobbing so much and gasping for breath between sobs.
Finally it was ended and Sam undid the handcuffs. Pete then let Jim up, but the pledge found it hard to stand, and the two of them had to help him back into the bathrobe and slippers. He limped a little as the two fraternity brothers held his arms and moved him towards the door and out to Sam's car.
As they were pulling out of the driveway, another car containing another blindfolded pledge arrived. Jim couldn't see who it was, but he could vividly imagine what that pledge would be doing within the next few minutes.
Jim didn't want to sit down in the car as it moved the block and a half distance to the Sigma Sigma Epsilon house and he tried to stand, but Pete pushed him down saying something about safety. All the way Jim kept shifting his weight from one ass cheek to the other, trying to find a spot that would not be too painful.
As they went into the house, Jim could see that the doors to the living room were closed. He had no idea what might be going on inside and he never got a chance to find out because Sam told him to go upstairs, take a shower, and go to bed. He had passed his last test.
In the living room there was a scene taking place much like the one Jim had just experienced at the Delta Tau Gamma house, but in this case the victim was a Delta pledge. The nineteen-year-old pledge was standing nude before ten senior fraternity brothers and two of her big sisters. Her bottom was quite red, the photographs had already been taken, and, unlike Jim, she was sobbing almost uncontrollably as she waited for one of the big sisters to determine how many more strokes of the paddle she deserved before her test ended.