Come in please.

She spoke in a soft sexy voice, commanding yet very inviting. We saw you outside in the rain and felt sorry.

I walked into a foyer with pictures of former girls who belonged to this sorority; very enticing, others demanding. Though not in evidence I couldn't help feeling that these were pictures of girls who would surely be in charge of whatever career they chose.

Let me help you out of those wet clothes! Several girls surrounded me and removed my wet jacket, hung it up and ushered into another room; very neatly furnished as you would find in a principals office.

One of the older girls spoke up: "you've been found snooping around our dorm and from reports, peeking in windows. "Shame, shame, naughty boy."

We have a tradition which addresses these infractions," Ladies!

With that two girls each took hold of one of my arms, slightly lifting and directing me to the head girl, Martha, who was now seated at the desk and apparently conducting matters.

It appears ladies we have what is know as a peeping tom; and we all know how this is dealt with.

As she spoke, she reached into a desk draw, opened it and produced a leather strap, 16" long by 1-1/2" wide and a 1/4" thick, stood up and walked over to a straight back chair one of the other girls had moved to the center of the room. Without a word she sat, slapped her hand with the strap and ordered me to remove my pants, and undershorts and get over her lap. Without hesitation I replied "No fucking way" and backed up a step, right into the two large girls who had formerly removed my jacket and assisted me into the room.

Sad isn't it ladies they learn so slowly. Oh well plan "B" is in order.

Now I was really scared as the same two girls lifted, dragged me, over to the couch, undid my pants and lowered my undershorts, and leaned me, face down, bottom up, over the arm of the couch. Without any warning the ladies began taking turns spanking me, with hands, spoons, paddles and any and everything else available.

It didn't take long before I was struggling, begging and promising to do what I was told.

Don't they all sound the same, one girl remarked, punctuated by a volley of 12 more well placed smacks on my now sore backside.

Finally it stopped and I jumped up rubbing my bottom and wiping my eyes, only to hear the one girl, Martha, still sitting on the straight back chair in the middle of the room remark; well Billy Boy, have you learned your lesson yet?

As she spoke she straightened her skirt, lifting it to display her bare thighs, and patted them, gesturing in no uncertain terms that is was time I behaved myself, did as I was told.

I paused for a second and the two girls who forcibly placed me bare ass over the couch move slightly in my direction. I may not be the brightest bulb in the lamp butt I practically ran over and laid across Martha's lap.[

Whoever said Women are the weaker sex have never received a bare bottom spanking by a strong athletic women in her mid twenties. It didn't take long at all before I was sobbing, begging, crying, promising peace on earth good will to women. This young lady was no beginner at administering a good old fashioned strapping to a naughty boys bare ass. After two lifetimes I was released, lifted up and held vertical trying to maintain some semblance of pride and dignity only to hear Martha say "Okay girls time for junior here to get a nice warm soapy enema to improve his self esteem and cleans out his naughty bottom. GIRLS!!

I don't envy the guy who marries her! Dumber words were never spoken, meet my wife!!!

Very Good little boy and respectful husband to MS Martha!!