Sorority Girls Forever: The Legacy

By Mark Danelaw

This tale was told to me as a true story some years ago. Over the years it may have grown in its retelling.

Campbell, yes a girl, went to my university as an exchange student and we dated, as she would say. Sororities were not something we knew much about in the Britain in those days and when Campbell said she was in a sorority it was just wasn’t something that got my attention.

There might have been some polite questions about what it was like and such but then she said, “Oh you know the usual stuff, drinking, dares and hazing.”

When asked what she meant by hazing she did have the good grace to blush when she told me, “You know spanking and stuff.”

It is difficult to interrogate a 19-year-old about spanking while seeming disinterested and matter-of-fact. She wasn’t fooled.

“Yeah,” she told me, “Getting your bare ass paddled is no fun; I went days without sitting down in my first semester.”

“Bare bottom, you don’t say,” the not so cool me asked.

“Yah, not just me though, all of us got it,” she sounded regretful.

“Why in particular?”

“Oh for stuff, coming in late, breaking all the dumb and impossible rules, my butt got soooo blistered.”

Was she for real?

“Why join then?”

“My mom’s idea, she is really into that stuff, she was in the same sorority.”

“Your mother is into spanking?”

“No silly, well maybe, I just meant… stop confusing me.”

“Your mother got spanked in this sorority and encouraged you to join?”

“Well yah, kind of, well I pretty much had no choice, it is a family tradition.”

The conversation may have been free range over the evening but it ended up in bed.

“Your mum was okay about you getting a spanking?” the conversation continued.

Campbell, was dismissive, “Of course, she even said it would be good for me, and fun too, especially when you get to hand them out.”

Asked if she was into it, a hopeful line of questioning, she said, “‘kind of,’ but my bestie Karen is so much more into it. I swear. When she met my mom she was like full of questions and wanted stories a bit like you,” she teased.

The denials were ready but I seem to remember that she took a firm hold of me, if you follow, so there was no denying my interest.

“My mom offered to demonstrate, and produced her old paddle.” She explained.

“I bet she run a mile?” we laughed but Campbell slowly shook her head.

“She took her own panties down and bent over; ten swats, I swear she had tears in her eyes but she was smiling; never seen that before. Another time I came home and Karen was bent over the couch getting another spanking from my mom. Her butt was so red, I think they had been at it a while. We were all sort of embarrassed, but it was no biggie. I think there were other times.”

My interest was too bloody obvious, she was still holding on. Then she asked, “Do you have a paddle?”

“No nothing like that,” I said.

She said, “Okay lover boy then you can spank me if it is just your hand, I know you want to.”

I did very hard and very often after that. She was a good sport.