This is from Sorority Pledge as found on alt.sex.stories:
Sorority girls can do anything they want to pledges, so spontaneous spankings are frequent and commonplace. Luckily for pledges this hazing period lasts only two weeks.
In the evenings,after classes, I’d make Jennifer strip down to her bra and panties or make her wear some equally humiliating outfit while she slaved away at the chores given to pledges. If the assigned chores weren’t satisfactorily completed (which was nearly always) it meant going over the barrel for a spanking.
The “barrel” is a large drum shaped cylinder on short legs with handles and fastening straps. Girls are put naked over the barrel with their ankles strapped in place and their bottoms are in the uppermost position. This is a terrific device for impromptu punishments as well as ceremonial spankings.
An interesting variation on the barrel is one that I used frequently with Jeniffer. I’d make the pledge straddle the device lengthwise as though riding horseback and have her lie forward and hug the barrel to keep from sliding off. This position naturally stretches the bottom good and tight and is extremely embarrassing for the “rider”. I never inflicted any permanent damage to Jennifer. I usually would hand spank her until she’d start crying.
As a deviation of the above sorority practices I’d like to relate the sexiest and most memorable incident of spanking that’s ever happened to me. After a boring day of classes I was itching for some entertainment in the form of spanking Jennifer’s all too appealing bottom. In order to make the experience an intimate and exciting one (for me, anyway) I left word for my little pledge to report directly to my room.
In time the coquettish underling appeared as commanded. Jennifer is a petite little dumpling with rich brown hair shortly bobbed in a becoming hairstyle. The girl was still in her street clothes and carried a handful of books. Faking a truly bitchy mood, I ordered her to lock the door behind her and to strip naked. Knowing the punishment for disobedience to a superior, Jennifer began to instantly undress.
In two minutes she was standing before me in her birthday suit. She was especially nervous and trembling visibly. I told her to bring me the hairbrush from my bureau and to drop face down across my thighs. She did so with a gasp of mixed fear and humiliation. She had never been spanked over my lap like this and was obviously terrified.
I applied the first spank with great vigor, the hairbrush smashed down on one tender bottom cheek. Jennifer flinched. I then announced that she must count aloud each spank and thank me for it.
“SMACK!! One…Oh, t-thank you…SMACK. T-Two. Thank you…” and so on.
This was kept up to my great delight for nearly thirty hair-raising spanks. By now the pledge was crying and stammering, but I didn’t let up. At last the despondent pledge begged for mercy and offered to do anything else rather than have the spanking continue. The girl stimulated my curiosity and I asked her what she’d be willing to do to have me stop spanking her. I was surprised when she offered to lick my toes for an hour.
I was justly intrigued by the depravity of her suggestion. “You’ll have to lick more than just my toes,” I responded.
“All right, anything. ANYTHING!”