Authors Note: This story is part 3 of John David's days at University. It is recommended that "Pledge Dave" and "New Initiate Dave" be read before reading this story.
I was really excited when I arrived at University to begin my sophomore year after a five hour drive. I pulled into the Sigma Pi Kappa lot and started to haul my stuff in.
"Dave!" I heard somewhat shout "Let me help you with all that stuff."
It was Jeremy, my best friend and roommate. Jeremy and I managed to unload my car and get every thing into our room. I set up the fermenting equipment which we would put to use later. In the mean time the two of us had a couple of Buds from the fridge Jeremy had brought. Jeremy got one of his wicked grins so I knew what was coming next.
"You know Dave, after that long drive, I'll be your butt could use some exercise"
"Mine can use as much exercise as your's can, buddy."
Jeremy and I began to wrestle and roll around on the floor. We peppered each others butt with spanks and eventually got each other's shorts off. We stripped completely and took turns spanking each other. We were each so horny that we whacked off and then took a nap lying naked on our stomachs.
The house was having a rush function that evening so Jeremy and I showered, dressed, and went down to dinner. After dinner all of the sophomores went into the main hall to man the kegs at the bar. Each sophomore would attempt to find a suitable little brother to pledge the house. Bill had recruited me at a rush function the year before. Unlike Bill "Social Butterfly" Hoskins, I was quite shy and was going to be relying on having plenty of beer.
The rush party was in full swing and Jeremy and I were still at the bar talking more to each other than to the rushees. The beer was flowing, I had lost track of how many kegs of Bud and Bud Light we had gone through. Jeremy slapped me on the butt and said:
"Hey Dave I bet you're glad you own shares in Anheuser-Busch."
"I certainly am." I said while I was filling the mug of a rushee.
"You own stock in Anheuser-Busch?" the rushee asked.
"Yup."
"Wow that is so cool. Do you own any other stocks?"
"Coca Cola, Pfizer, GE, and Mobil."
"I would certainly like to start investing. I've always wanted to own stock in Coke and Anheuser-Busch."
"Well why don't we take this whole pitcher and we can discuss the stock market in my room. By the way I'm Dave."
"I'm Rob."
Rob and I went to the my room and I poured us another beer. Rob looked at the fermenters and said:
"Wow do you make your own beer?"
"Yes I do."
"That is so cool. I would love to learn how to do that."
At this point I figured that I had found a winner in Rob. Anyone who thought two of my favourite hobbies, investing and home brewing, were cool must be pretty cool himself. Now did he share my other interest, spanking? If he didn't he was at the wrong frat rush party. We were having a great time talking, and drinking and laughing. Eventually I said:
"What would you say if I offered you a bid to pledge this house?"
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, but that doesn't answer my question."
"The answer is yes! I would be honoured to pledge this fraternity. Would you be my big brother?"
"I would be one of them. You will meet the other two tomorrow. First we have to do something very important."
"What's that?"
"It's time for your first lesson in obedience."
Rob looked puzzled. I sat down on my bed and said to him:
"Drop your pants and assume the position across my knees."
"Yes Sir!" Rob said with a big grin on his face.
Rob lay across my knees and I pulled his undershorts down. Wow what a beautiful bottom, I thought to myself. I raised my hand and brought it down. Smack! Smack! Smack! I spanked Rob soundly on his cute bare butt until it was nice and pink. Both of us had erections and when the spanking was over, Rob and I stood up and hugged.
About this time Jeremy entered the room with another boy. Rob pulled up his pants and introductions were made. Jeremy's buddy was named Corey and from the way the two of them were carrying on, I had a feeling that Jeremy had decided to offer Corey a bid. Corey looked at me and said
"Did Rob get spanked?"
"Yup."
"Am I going to get spanked?"
"Yup." Jeremy answered. "That is if you want a bid to pledge this house."
"Oh yes please." said Corey.
Jeremy and I sat down on our beds. Corey and Rob were both told to drop their pants and assume the position over our laps. We pulled their underpants down and I looked over a Corey's bottom while Jeremy admired Rob's. Jeremy spanked Corey on his bare bottom while Rob lay across my knee with his underpants down. Since Rob had already been spanked, I only gave him a few more smacks to keep his bottom a nice shade of pink. Jeremy and Corey hugged and Rob and I hugged. Then Rob and Corey hugged. All four of us drank some more until we all passed out.
Over the course of the next week, Rob and Corey experienced the same house traditions that Jeremy and I had experienced the year before. First the pledges were "introduced" to each of their big brothers. In Rob's case these were Bill and Jim. In Corey's case, Brian, and Doug. Then a couple of days later each pledge was paddled on the bare butt with the same paddle that had been used on their older brothers going way back. The paddle hanging above my bed now had Rob Carson signed right below John David Timlin.
Jim and Bill were pleased with my choice of Rob and the four of us hung out alot. Foursomes seemed to be the most common grouping in this frat. Either the "family" of senior, junior, sophomore, and freshman, or the grouping of the two sophomore roommates and their freshmen pledges. What ever the groupings, the sounds of hands or paddles making contact with bare bottoms was common. I spanked Rob regularly and he certainly spanked me often enough. Jeremy and I spanked Rob and Corey together as often as possible. We remembered the closeness we felt when Brian and Bill spanked us together. Jeremy and I still got to experience this closeness since Bill and Brian would sometimes show up and give us a spanking infront of Rob and Corey.
When it came time for their formal initiation, we took our pledges into the showers and washed them, paying extra attention to their buns. Rob and Corey were led back to our room and were dried and dressed in a t-shirt. Jeremy and I dressed in our officers robes and admired our pledges bare bottoms. After giving each of them several playful slaps on the bare tush, we led them down to the main hall to join the rest of their pledge brothers.
Jeremy and I joined the rest of the officers and waited for the first notes of "Old Hundreth" and the singing of the house song. As we processed in to the Chapter Hall, Jeremy and I got a very good look at the bare butts of the other pledges. This was going to be a fun evening and I could feel my penis stiffening underneath my robe. Eventually I took my place at the officers table and everyone sat down. Jim, the house president, began the ceremony and the pledges came up in turn to be initiated into the brotherhood. It didn't take long to get to Rob. Doug, taking over for Jim called out
"Robert Jonathan Carson"
I got up from the table, walked over to Rob and led him to the platform. Bill and Jim led him to the vaulting horse and bent him over it. Doug then presented me with the paddle. I walked behind Rob and admired his butt before swinging the paddle back.
"Whack!"
"Thank you Sir! May I have another."
"Whack!"
"Thank you Sir! May I have another."
After I had administered the ten swats, Rob got up an turned around. He came over to me and gave me a great big hug. Jim and Bill came over with a shot of Jack and a pair of boxer shorts. All four of us had a group hug before Jim resumed his duties as Master of Ceremonies and called out for the next pledge.
About ten minutes later Jeremy administered ten swats on Corey's bare bottom. After all of the pledges had been initiated, the cases of beer were brought out for a night of drinking.
Rob and Corey were certainly more irresponsible than Jeremy and I were. They both managed to flunk a quiz in Finite Maths and were paddled for it. I found reason to spank Rob pretty much every day. I often had to do double duty and spank Corey as well since Jeremy went home alot. He only lived only an hour away and could go home for dinner if he wanted. This was fine with me since Corey had a cute butt and I was more than happy to have him over my knee or bent over a chair with his bottom bared for punishment.
Pretty much all of the spankings and paddlings given at this house were in fun. In general both giver and receiver had erections through out the spanking, even during punishment paddlings for bad grades or goofing off. Like I've said before spankings among the brothers were very common because we all got off on it. One spanking does stand out from all the rest my sophomore year. This spanking/paddling was administered as a result of a bet on the Notre Dame vs Miami football game.
Now Jim and I were rabid Notre Dame fans. During football season we lived and died with the team's performance. Doug and Jeremy found this highly amusing and usually cheered for Notre Dame's opponent just to piss us off. Jim and I were still mad about the Notre Dame vs Michigan game when Jeremy and Doug had been singing the Michigan fight song and cheering loudly for the Wolverines in spite of the fact that they both hate Michigan. They just happened to hate Notre Dame even more. Notre Dame won that game 12-10 and Jim and I were still regretting the fact we hadn't bet our roomies an ass blistering on it.
The day of the game arrived and Jim and I were going to watch the game with fellow Irish rooters Brian and Rob. Unfortunately for us the Notre Dame haters including Doug, Jeremy, Bill and Corey decided to join us. Jim and Doug, being the only ones of legal age went to buy several cases of Bud. I had four bottles left of an Irish Stout and Jim, Brian, Rob, and I each had a bottle of that toasting our team. After the kickoff it didn't take long for Doug to start making snide remarks about Notre Dame. Jim finally blew up.
"Alright Doug, how would you like to put your ass where your big mouth is?"
"What do you mean buddy?"
"I mean a bet. If Notre Dame wins, I get to beat your butt, if Miami wins, you get to beat mine."
"Alright you're on! Anyone else want to get in on this?"
I looked at Jeremy and he nodded. Brian, Bill, Rob, and Corey all agreed to the deal. The winners would punish the losers on their bare butts with one hundred hand spanks, twenty-five from each winner, and eight swats with the paddle, two from each winner.
There were two sofas in the room and the Irish contingent sat on one, the Hurricane supporters on the other. The game was a real nail biter. Notre Dame went up by 7, but then Miami tied it. Notre Dame went up by 14, but then Miami tied it at 21-21 right before halftime. With minutes to go, Notre Dame was up 31-24 but Miami managed to score a last second touchdown. Doug, Bill, Jeremy, and Corey stood up cheering and giving each other high fives. Jim and I sat down in disgust.
Notre Dame now led 31-30 and all of us were waiting to see what would happen next. Miami had decided to go for a two point conversion in an attempt to win the game. Jim, Brian, Rob, and I all began to say our prayers for the Irish defense. The ball was snapped and the quarterback attempted a pass into the end zone but it was batted down by an Irish defender. Jim, Brian, Rob and I rose to our feet yelling and cheering. Brian grabbed all three of us for a group hug and we fell to the floor spilling beer everywhere. On the other sofa, four guys were staring at the tv in complete shock. It took a good ten minutes for the four celebrating boys to calm down.
The eight of us decided to clean up the room and take showers before the bet would be paid up. After cleaning and showering, we all marched back into Jim and Doug's room. The Irish fans put their clothes back on, while the losers were given t-shirts like the pledges wear for initiation night and nothing else. We told them to face the wall while we moved furniture and set up four chairs in a circle.
We sat down in the chairs and told the losers to come and assume the position over their roommate knees. Jeremy gave me a sheepish grin as he lay across my lap. I started to rub my roommates butt and looked over at the three other exposed bottoms. The winners raised their hands and brought them down in unison.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! the room echoed with four hands connecting with four bare bottoms. Our brothers took their medicine well for the first twenty-five spanks. After round one was complete, the losers had to get up and then walk clockwise to the next winning brother. Corey lay across my lap for the second dose of twenty five smacks. After round two was complete the process repeated itself with Doug lying over my knees with his pink bottom up. I spanked Doug and waited for the last victim, my big brother, Bill. Bill climbed across my knee and looked up at me. I began to rub his well spanked bottom before giving him twenty-five sound spanks.
The losing brothers took the first seventy-five spanks pretty well, but began to complain, yell "Ouch!" and ask us to stop during the final installment. After the losing brothers had received the hundred hand spanks, we made them face the wall while we re-arranged the furniture. We turned one sofa around and made the losing brothers bend over the back of it. Jim picked up the paddle and said
"Right boys, you will each be getting eight swats. Prepare for your punishment."
The winning brothers paused to admire the well spanked buns of the losing brothers. Jim then went behind Doug and swung the paddle backwards
Whack! Whack!
"Thank you Sir!" said Doug
Whack! Whack!
"Thank you Sir!" said Bill
Whack! Whack!
"Thank you Sir!" said Jeremy
Whack! Whack!
"Thank you Sir!" said Corey
Jim handed the paddle to Brian who repeated the process, applying two swats to each pair of buns presented to him. Brian handed the paddle to me and I did the same. Our brothers bottoms had become more noticeably red by this time. I handed the paddle to Rob who finished the job.
We decided to leave our brothers bent over the sofa for a few more minutes to admire our handiwork. We had completely run out of beer but Jim found a bottle of Bushmills and four shot glasses. How appropriate to use Irish Whiskey to celebrate an Irish victory. The winning brothers toasted and hugged and began to sing arm and arm
"Cheer Cheer for Old Notre Dame. Wake up the echos cheering Her Name.....What though the odds be great or small Old Notre Dame will win over all. While Her Loyal Sons are marching onward to victory!"