Phi Kappa Psi - Part 2 F/F

Monique, Shelly, and Giselle sat apprehensively before
the sorority Disciplinary Panel. They each had broken different
rules but knew they were all in big trouble.
  Usually, when a rule was broken, the guilty person was
assessed a number of demerits. She was then responsible for
reporting the new demerits to her Big Sister. Her Big Sister,
if necessary, would carry out the punishment. At each level of
demerits, different punishments were handed out. These ranged
from spankings to paddlings. At the end of each month, the
demerits were wiped clean. For example, a person who accumulates
10 demerits would be spanked by her Big Sister. If she received
10 more before the month was up, (for a total of 20) she would
get spanked with a brush. And so on. This system was
responsible for keeping all the girls in line and it worked.
However, for more serious offenses, the culprit had to go before
the Disciplinary Board.
After what seemed like an eternity the Board finished
their deliberations.


  "Giselle, please step forward," said the head panelist.
The pretty blonde did so.
  "Giselle, striking a senior girl is a serious offense.
Regardless of who started the argument, or what the argument
was about, the fact that you, a number 53, slapped Judy, a
number 39 is unacceptable." The girls in the sorority were
numbered according to seniority. One was the highest number
and belonged to the President of the sorority.
  Giselle sniffled. Head down she waited.
  "Since you struck Judy, it is only fitting that she
carry out your punishment. You will be paddled tomorrow at
7:00. Here are your instructions." The head panelist handed her
a slip of paper.
  Giselle accepted the paper as tears filled her eyes. To
be punished by Judy! Back in her room she shed some tears of
self-pity as she pondered the injustness of it all. Judy had
started the argument not her. Judy was also so bitchy about
everything. She hated Judy. And now she was going to get
paddled by her.  Giselle's dismay grew deeper as she read the
instructions. She never regretted her bad temper until now.
  The next day around 7:00, Giselle went to Judy's room.
As per the instructions, it was Giselle's responsibility to
notify Judy. Judy was watching television by herself. Thank
god, thought Giselle.
"Uh Judy."
  "Yes", said Judy sweetly.
  Giselle wanted to scream. Instead she said, "Can you
please come with me."
  "What for", asked Judy innocently.
  Giselle blushed hotly. This was so humiliating.
"You're supposed to paddle me" she finally managed
to choke out.
  "Oh. I see. Well, lead the way." Judy smirked.
  Giselle preceded her to the Discipline Room. As she
walked down the hall she was very conscious of Judy behind her,
watching her. She felt like Judy's eyes were crawling all over
her. Walking suddenly felt like a precision dance move as she
self-consciously tried to control her walk. Her panties felt
like they were riding up too much and her skirt seemed to be
too thin.
Meanwhile, Judy was already imagining what it
would be like to lift Giselle's skirt and lower her panties. I
wonder what type of panties she was wearing, mused Judy to
herself. Would it be hip huggers or some nice lacey thing?
Finally, they reached the "D" room.
The room was rather bland, befitting its purpose. The
only real furnitures were a sturdy wood chair (armless of course)
in the corner and a wood cabinet on the near wall. There were a
few strange looking contraptions around the room that Giselle
faintly remembered from Initiation. She could guess at their
purposes though. There were also some hooks in the ceiling and
a rail on the lower part of the far wall. There was no window
and the light came from a pair of flourescent lights embedded
in the ceiling.
Judy stepped in behind Giselle and closed the door. She
gently pushed the faltering girl forward and turned her around.
Giselle looked at the smug smile on Judy's face with mixed
emotions. She wanted to hate Judy more than ever at that moment.
But she was also afraid of what was to happen. In a second,
Judy would be the one wielding the paddle while she would be bent
over receiving it. Anger was not the best course. Humility was.
"Ok, lets get things going," said Judy gleefully. She
tried to maintain a serious face but couldn't really. "Pull
that chair out a bit dear," she told Giselle.
Giselle gulped and did as she was told. From her
experiences at Initiation she knew that the best route
was to obey and obey quickly. She pulled the chair out a few
feet and faced it away from the wall. She didn't know whether
it was worse to set things up for her own punishment or to
watch helplessly and await the inevitable. Judy walked up
behind her and slowly lifted Giselle's skirt. She dragged her
nails lightly over Giselle's skin as her hands rose higher.
When her hands were finally at Giselle's panties she let her
hands rest a bit on those delightful cheeks. She couldn't
resist a quick sqeeze on each cheek. She tugged down the plain
white panties that Giselle was wearing and let them drop to the
ground. Giselle was blushing and fought hard to keep her hands
at her sides. Delightful dimples, thought Judy as she gazed
at Giselle's firm and taut behind. Evidently the exercise that
was required of each sorority member was paying off.
Giselle bent over to fetch her panties. She could feel
Judy's hand on her behind as she picked up the panties. She
folded it quickly and held it in her hand. Judy walked over to
the chair guiding Giselle with one hand. She sat down and
quickly tugged Giselle over her lap. Giselle blushed again as
Judy lifted her skirt and meticulously arranged it above her
waist.
Bent over like this, Giselle waited. It seemed that her
bottom had become extra sensitive. She could feel a cool draft of
air as it wafted around her upturned posterior. It seemed she
could feel its slightest movements as it traveled back and
forth, even between her slightly parted cheeks. She, meanwhile,
was trying as best she could, to support her weight on
both her hands. One hand was planted flat on the ground and the
other in a fist as it held her panties. She had only another
second in this position to ponder her situation before Judy
started spanking.
With her left hand firmly on the small of Giselle's
back Judy started. She brought her hand down as hard as she
could on the right cheek and was happy to see a red handprint
left behind. She smacked the left cheek and then the right
again. Keeping an even pace she worked her way around.
Sometimes she alternated between the cheeks while other times
she smacked the same spot several times. Above all, she tried
to to cover all of Giselle's bottom. Giselle tried to maintain
her composure but couldn't help kick her feet a little. She
squirmed as her cheeks started burning. Judy, meanwhile, kept
right on smacking. She loved watching Giselle bounce around
with each sharp spank. And Giselle's rump felt delightfully firm
too.
By now Giselle was starting to feel a bit punished.
Those spanks which had merely smarted before were now taking on
a stronger burn. The cumulative effect of so many spanks
were taking their toll on her tender backside. Soon she was
making small whimpering noises with each spank.
After a long time Judy stopped. She was satisfied with
the red tone that Giselle's cheeks had taken. This wasn't the
real punishment anyway. She just wanted Giselle "warmed" up.
She pushed her on the ground and stood up. Giselle stood up
also and straightened out her skirt in back. She knew better
than to rub her behind though. All she could do was shift her
weight on either foot and try to ignore the burning.
"Why don't you take off your skirt now," Judy said. She
stared at Giselle meaningfully. Giselle gave Judy a last ditch
pleading look but Judy's eyes were hard.
Face blushing, she unzipped her skirt and stepped out
of it. She folded it carefully and put it on the chair. Now she
stood before Judy in just her blouse. It fell a little below
her waist but didn't cover the soft blonde curls of her lower
region very well.
"I don't think that's going to do," said Judy as she
perused Giselle's lower body. "Take off your blouse too."
Giselle's eyes widened in shock. "Why? It's not going
to get in the way. Let me keep it on, please, please," she
pleaded.
Judy was almost about to relent but then she remembered
why they were here in the first place. Giselle had to be taught
a real lesson about slapping someone, especially a higher
sister. "Quiet! Take it off NOW."
Mournfully, Giselle unbuttoned her blouse. She folded
it and placed it on top of her skirt on the chair. Now she was
dressed only in her bra. Her pert breasts were rising and
falling with each anxious breath. It took all her will to keep
her hands at her sides. She couldn't even meet Judy's eyes.
"Please fetch me the hazing paddle and then take your
position on that," Judy said in a haughty tone as she pointed
to the "T" bar.
Giselle looked around and then saw the cabinet. She
opened up the doors. Inside were all sorts of canes, paddles
and brushes. She picked the hazing paddle of its hook. It had a
wicked looking wide face that was dotted with small holes. She
guessed it to be 5 inches across and a total of two feet in
length. The handle was covered with some sort of spongy, soft,
black foam. It was probably a bicycle hand grip. She walked
back and handed the paddle, handle first, to Judy. Then she went
to the "T" bar.
Giselle carefully bent over the contraption. Her hair
fell forward as she leaned over to grip the crossbar. Her
breast hung sweetly away from her body, somewhat helped by
gravity in this position. Her arms and legs were actually a
little bent since the crosspiece was a little low. Judy stepped
forward and unsnapped a thin bar that was on the side of the
main bar. She pumped this a few times and the center piece rose
up. Evidently the main pipe was really some sort of hydraulic.
Now Giselle was in perfect position. Her toes and part of the
fronts of her feet were on the ground but her heels were off.
The base was shaped in such a way to force her feet about a
foot apart.
Judy noted that Giselle's rosy cheeks were now perfectly
elevated and parted. She stepped forward and hefted the paddle.
It felt good in her hand, not too heavy and not too light. She
raised the paddle high and swung with all her strength. It
made a dull sound as it smacked across both cheeks.
Giselle couldn't help but let out a cry. In fact it was
almost a wail. That first smack was a LOT more painful than the
entire preceding spanking. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped
the bar even more tightly. Tears welled up in her eyes. She
tried not to sob as the burning intensified.
Meanwhile Judy was taking her time. She watched as
Giselle squirmed and sobbed. She inspected Giselle's buns
carefully and almost laughed at how the broad red mark left
behind had little pinkish circles from the holes in the paddle.
When it seemed that Giselle had settled down a bit she
gave her another stroke. This stroke partially overlapped the
last one but was a little lower. Judy wasn't entirely trying to
strike the same spot. What she was trying to do was hit the
part of the buttocks that was the fullest. Giselle didn't cry
out this time but she let a low sound from the back of her
throat. She made more whining sounds as tears started to roll
down her face.
Judy smacked again. And then again. Each time Giselle
wailed out and squirmed. But Judy took her time. She was busy
trying to soak up every movement. She watched as Giselle's head
snapped up with each stroke and how her hair wafted down
afterwards. She watched as Giselle bucked with each stroke
crying out. She couldn't really kick though. By now all aspects
of composure were gone. She was sniveling and crying unabashedly.
Her derriere was a deep red speckled with pink dots.
Finally Judy delivered the last of the fifteen strokes.
She was a bit winded. She had been putting everything she
had into each stroke. Giselle was really crying her eyes out
now. Judy put the paddle back in the cabinet while Giselle
remained over the "T" bar. She didn't seem to realize that her
punishment was over. Finally Judy helped her get up and gave
her a hug. After crying on Judy's shoulder for a bit, Giselle
put on her blouse and skirt (she couldn't put on her panties)
and hobbled back to her room. For the next week she had to eat
and study while lying on her stomach on her bed. Needless to say,
everyone commented on how improved her temper was now.

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