Sorority Discipline Delegated

 

Author's note: This is another of my "Tuttle" stories set in a Southern US town during the 1950s.  Like most of these stories, the discipline is not nearly as severe as my judicial stories.  It's more a bit of "light fluff" and a relatively easy read.

The challenge when writing a sorority story is to differ from the 1000s of stories out there. Indeed, this is NOT the typical jealous, big sister paddling her pretty pledge's behind at every opportunity. In fact, I don't recall ever reading a "sorority story" quite like mine.

Belinda's American Education - Punishment - Part 7

Continued from Belinda's American Education - Preparation for Punishment - Part 6 

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Belinda’s anger turned to panic as the principal tap-tap-taped the razor strap against her scandalously raised bottom.  “Ready, Belinda?” he asked, not waiting for an answer.  “Let us begin.” 

 The principal stepped back and raised the strap high in the air…

 

Time froze as the principal leaned back into his windup.  In that instant before the punishment began, Belinda experienced a moment of absolute clarity. 

 

Belinda was a beautiful young woman, and although she was an ardent feminist she knew how to maximize her sexuality for her own benefit.  Belinda could use a dropped pencil or an “accidental” flash of thigh to reward…or punish…the males she held in her grip.

 

Case in point was Professor Winters, the faculty advisor whose career had nearly been destroyed by Belinda’s sexual harassment suit.  Belinda had used her attractiveness to maneuver Winters under her thumb, then crush him like a bug when he failed to dance to her tune.

 

As she lay over the spanking bench Belinda sexiness was no longer under her control.  Belinda’s arms and ankles were strapped securely to the bench and she wiggled her fingers in frustration as she squirmed in helpless embarrassment.