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Victor wrote:
reposted as separate story by Victor
In the summer before ninth grade I tried to join a neighborhood boys' gang that met on weekends. My older brother was going into 11th grade and I was his annoying kid-brother wanting to join his group. They agreed, much to my surprise. But then came the punch line. We were in a friend's garage and I was told to get into the club I would have to pass their initiation which involved getting 50 whacks on my ass with my pants pulled all the way down. There were five club members and they were going to take turns giving me ten swats each with a ping-pong paddle.
To their surprise, I went along with it and pulled my dungarees down right away. You must understand, in the 1950s fraternity and secret society pranks like this were not seen as abuse or frowned upon by society at large. Just boys being boys.
As it happened, I only got about a dozen whacks with the business end of a ping-pong paddle when a female voice made a very loud ' ahem!' sound. It was Lauren, Fred's older sister ( it was their family's garage we were in ) and she had a mean look on her face. Lauren was a college freshman, and there I was in my white jockey shorts with my jeans at my ankles. I pulled my pants up right away and listened while Lauren took charge.
She smirked and asked what it was we'd been up to, me with my pants down and all? My brother explained I was being initiated into their club. Lauren wanted details and when she found my initiation only amounted to 50 smacks on my underpants-clad butt, she lit into my brother's friends making them feel two feet tall.
She said in college, fraternity or sorority initiations were taken seriously. She said, ' Watch and learn.' Then she turned to me and sweetly asked me my name. I told her it was Victor and she furrowed her brows, and spat out her words like a drill sergeant. Something like ' you have no name, pledge ... until you are in this club you will do as you're told and DON'T LOOK ME IN THE EYES ... YOUR INITIATION STARTS NOW!'
I lowered my gaze and murmured 'yes' and she ordered me to take off my denims, t-shirt, sneakers and socks and to roll them into a ball and give them to her. I did it blushing all the while. I felt intimidated but for some reason giddy and aroused.
She grabbed the paddle out of someone's hand and told me to lean by the door and put my hands on either side of the doorway and bend a bit so my ass jutted out. Then she started whacking my butt, but only for ten smacks. She said something I couldn't hear to one of the guys and then loudly told me that I was going to get as many smacks as it took to turn my ass red. Then, to my horror, she pulled my underpants down to my feet and shouted " ON THE BARE, PLEDGE-BOY, ON THE BARE!"
It probably took only a few minutes, but my butt was burning because Lauren was not holding back. It must have been dozens of full swings! But it was not over. She had me step out of my underpants. Then she took my sneakers and unlaced them and tied the two laces together. Then she ordered me to turn around and face the wall. Lauren used the laces to tie my hands behind my back.
I was expecting more butt paddling, but instead I heard whispering and laughter and the sound of the garage door opening and then closing. My face was still to the wall and I didn't know if I was allowed to turn around. When I did, I found I was alone. No one was there..... and all my clothes were gone too. Worse yet, Lauren had tied my laces so tight, I couldn't get my hands free.
It took me a good ten minutes to get my courage up to make a run for it. Shoving the garage door open with my shoulder, I made my way outside... only to find the rest of the gang just a few yards away, laughing their asses off. They untied my hands by cutting the laces and lent me a t-shirt so I could sort of cover up. My clothes were not there as Lauren had taken off with them, claiming them as payment for showing us all the proper way to initiate a pledge.
ashcan91 wrote:
for real or just story by ashcan91
Victor, your story sounds like it could have actually happened. Is that true or is this just fiction? If just a story, it was well written. But if it REALLY happened to you, that's even better. You're an old man now if you were a teenager in the 1950s. I'm guessing girls bullied or intimidated you a lot ( judging from your story ( real or not ) .. so, were you pantsed or stripped by girls ever again? Do tell. We'd all love to know. Details, mister... give us plenty of graphic details.
That is, if you're not too embarrassed about it.... Go on, you can tell us. Dare 'ya