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Bad Frat Bros
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Bad Frat bros
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Real life is almost always as good as fantasy. When I was a
freshman in college, my best friend Steve and I pledged the
same fraternity. One of our pledge tasks was a scavenger hunt,
in which we had to pick up certain items. Steve and I were
assigned to get an item of value from one of the sororities on
campus.
After staking out one house for two days, we decided that the
flag hanging in their stairwell would be easy prey, since they
left their kitchen window open on these hot nights. At 3 A.M.,
we set out, figuring that no one would be around at that hour,
and we dressed like joggers so we wouldn't attract as much
attention on the street. Steve had gotten in the window and
opened the door, and we had managed to get the flag down and
were ready to leave when a shrill whistle pierced the air. We
turned to run but found our path blocked!
One girl approached us, identifying herself as the president of
the house, and said that they should call the police and have us
arrested. We pleaded with her not to do that, since this was
just a harmless prank, and we had intended to return the flag.
"You still need to be punished, so that this doesn't happen
again, but I guess that we could handle your punishment
ourselves, if that is all right with you," she said.
Figuring that anything would be better than landing in jail for
the night, we readily agreed. We were led upstairs to the
library, where the rest of the house had gathered. A couch was
placed facing the rest of the room. Ann turned to us and said,
"Since you were acting like naughty schoolboys, you should be
punished like naughty schoolboys," and she picked up a small
paddle made of leather with holes drilled in it and a wooden
handle. Steve and I looked at each other with some relief, that
we would just be getting a spanking.
However, my relief quickly faded when Ann turned to me and
said, "You first-strip to your underwear and come lie across my
lap."
I heard some giggles from the room as I slowly removed my
shirt, shoes and socks. When I got to my gym shorts, I pleaded,
"Please let me keep my shorts on," and I draped myself
submissively across Ann's lap. She responded by delivering
several sharp slaps with the paddle that stung right through my
clothes. "Would you rather I call the police?", she said. My
silence was answer enough, and she pulled my shorts down over my
thighs, and they finally collected at my ankles, neatly
constraining my legs.
Ann then delivered about 10 hard slaps to each cheek, and the
thin cotton fabric of my jockey shorts afforded virtually no
protection from the stinging blows. Worse yet, I felt a
hard-on start to grow against her thighs! Just when I thought
it couldn't get any worse, I felt a hand slip under the elastic
waistband of my briefs, and down they went, collecting with my
shorts.
The humiliation completely clouded the pain as Ann delivered
about 20 more swats with the paddle.
Finally she had me stand up and hobble over to the corner,
leaving my clothing right where it was. Luckily for me
attention was shifted to Steve. He obediently stripped to his
underpants, hoping to avoid the same treatment that I received.
To no avail, however, as his underwear soon collected at his
ankles as well. Much to my surprise, when Steve stood up, I
noticed that he, too, had an erection! I had never thought of a
bare-ass spanking as arousing before, but I guessed that it was
the combination of the paddling and the embarrassment that did
it. After standing against the wall while the girls filed past
to inspect our sore ass cheeks, we were finally allowed to
collect our clothes and leave, as throughly humiliated as it was
possible for two 19-year-olds to be.
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