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From a comment over at Aunty Agony comes this more-or-less-plausible-sounding update on the state of spanking in modern sororities:

I was a sorority member in the late 90s. Paddling doesn’t occur within national chapters as often because their organizations are monitored more closely. It happens, but it’s hidden-out-in-the-open, if you follow. Local chapters on the other hand, as I was part of, generally aren’t regulated as closely, and let me tell you, we girls did much worse hazing than some of the frats!

Paddling was standard in some orgs, as were pledges with black and blue bottoms after the intake process! Mine sure was! I’ve been spanked since, but never as hard as that. We had to take the paddle on bare skin but you’re told to wear a thong. Some of our sisters would swing so hard it lifted me up on my feet even though I was bent over the back of a couch. I cried and felt like passing out. It took weeks for my rear to heal.

It became sort of a joke after it, because whenever you’d be in the showers, you’d always know which of us pledged an org that paddled by the bruised rears! Some wouldn’t use the gym showers until their bruises cleared up. A few even quit over it. Sometimes somebody’s parents would get upset and make a big deal over it, make threatening phone calls to administration calling us “sickos,” but they knew they’d never be able to stop it because the new girls are so desperate to join they’re willing to be paddled to get in, some look forward to it. It’s hardly a secret. And as Katie – above – said, we’d have a lot of fun doing it to the new pledges.

To be honest, twice I had pledges who started crying hysterically while I paddled them. The first time it didn’t bother me because the girl was a real bitch. Two other girls had to steady her while I swung away. She was one of the few where I intentionally broke the skin so she bled a little. The other time a pledge really broke down, I wanted to stop, but my sisters indicated otherwise with instructions not to ease up on my swings. With each loud WHOP she’d go quiet for a second and then just wail! She hardly spoke to me all year even though I apologized and tried to make friends.

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For those of you who think tender boobies don’t get enough loving breast spanking attention from all the fun leather toys out there, this picture from Whipped Women (sister site to Pain Gate) ought to help:

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Semi tongue-in-cheek question here: What does she really mean when she says she “can’t take it”?

Example:

This prompted an anguished “Please don’t master, I won’t be able to take it” but she kept her bottom raised.

She took the strokes well, so I rolled her back over onto her back and toyed with her some more, before deciding that further cane strokes would be a good idea… Despite her pleading, she kept her bottom raised for the full 48 strokes, and I rolled her back onto her back afterwards – leading to very pleasant squirming as she laid back onto her sore bottom.

Bethie says this too, and it always leaves me bemused. I mean, it’s obviously not literally true; the cane is there, her bottom is there, and there’s no participation required on her part; the cane strokes will land whether she does anything or not. There’s nothing for her to do! In fact, she can’t not take it, especially if she’s well tied up.

I guess it parses to a protest — “that’s going to hurt more than I think I will enjoy” or something like that. But it’s not a request or instruction to stop; those are in another tone of voice entirely. So what’s the point?

Generally it just makes me laugh, and encourages me to demonstrate (again!) that she can, indeed, “take it”, just as she has so many times before.

Here’s a classic spanking hold known as the Panty Grab, very useful for holding cute bottoms in place when you don’t have the panties down yet:

From Whipped Ass.

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Here’s something you don’t see described very often: a punitive breast spanking, from a book called “The Institute” as excerpted at A Taste Of The Birch:

“This filthy little bitch is a thief,” she proclaimed, standing the girl up to face her classmates, “and like all bad girls she has to be punished again and again!”

“Please, I’m sorry-” the girl whimpered, squirming nervously.

“Unbutton your shirt!” Mistress Shirer commanded brutally.

The girl started to undo the buttons but her hands were shaking and unable to grip the buttons properly. Mistress Shirer pulled the shirt open impatiently, ripping the buttons off. The girl tried to shrink back, attempting to hide her naked breasts but Mistress Shirer tugged the girl’s hair to make her stand properly. The girl winced and stuck her chest out, displaying the fullness of her firm breasts to all the other girls.

“Cup your breasts,” Mistress Shirer commanded and the girl obeyed, cupping her large breasts and raising them up, accentuating the swell of her flesh. The girl’s face was blushing deep red with shame, her eyes fixed firmly on the ground.

The first blow startled Lucy, who had become lost in the contemplation of the beautiful raised breasts bathed in the bright sunlight that streamed through the windows. Mistress Shirer began to lay hard sharp slaps on the naked ripe fruit held out to her, the loud slap of flesh on flesh beating out a rhythm of painful punishment. The soft white breast skin was flawed with a deep crimson tan, the impression of Mistress Shirer’s fingers clearly marked for all to see. The girl closed her eyes and bit deeply into her lip. Her chest was burning and stinging, the regular strokes on her breasts painfully sharp.

Mistress Shirer varied her strokes, ensuring that each breast was spanked in turn, and also spreading the strokes over each breast so that the girl’s flesh was an even colour throughout. She paid attention to the nipples, landing several blows directly on each, so that the nipples stood out sharply and glowed a deeper colour than the surrounding flesh.

“Thank you Mistress,” the girl whispered when the breast spanking was finished. Her chest was patterned with deep red finger marks on a carpet of smooth pink tan. Her chest seemed to be aflame, the smarting concentrated in the tight sensitive buds of the nipples, sending confused messages to the rest of her body.

“Let the girls see how you are marked,” Mistress Shirer ordered.

The girl uncupped the two punished breasts and put her hands on her head, elbows parallel to her shoulders so that her breasts were displayed to the best advantage. The flesh on the underside was still milky white, but it merged gradually with the scarlet finger marked flesh where Mistress Shirer’s expert hand had chastised her. The dark reddish brown nipples were hard little buttons, provocatively erect, aching for relief from the smarting ache that covered them.

The punished girl kept her eyes averted but held herself up, pressing her breasts higher. She glanced up at the other girls, trying to look defiant, but the blushes of shame were clear to see.

“Now bend over the punishment desk,” Mistress Shirer ordered the girl.

I love the vivid simile in this excerpt from a recent post at The Punishment Book:

Anyway, after my bottom was sore and glowing red he said, ‘Now, go stand with your nose against the door while I think about the second half of your punishment.’

I heard him open the wardrobe and there was the clack of the canes that hang in there like hungry vampire bats. I shuddered…

Hungry vampire bats? I’ve got them in my closet, too. Imagine the cheesey Transylvanian accent: “Ve vant to be biting your butt!”

As I’ve noted before, whipped-girl pictures like this one from Pain Toy are fun to post because they always make Bethie whimper and peep through her fingers. This photo makes me think I need to get one of those spiffy single-tail whips:

I’m sure Bethie and I would both enjoy it….

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