sorority housekeeping from movie
Two modern college girls ‘bending and baring’
1938 Sorority Girl Janet Shock from a contemporary news cutting posing being spanked by two frat boys as a good sport
Actual sorority hazing c1950
Nervous sorority girls paddle shopping
More modern sorority hazing
sorority hazing
Although I get the odd eye-rolling from young ladies who are strictly M/F when it comes to spanking tastes, one of the most requested subjects for articles is sororities. Of course there is a limited amount of information in the public domain on this, but from time to time new anecdotes do turn up.
I have been sitting on a couple of short snippets for some future use, but then Sam (who has sent in interesting sorority stuff before) sent in an account and some pictures from J, a mature lady in his munchie group.
The other snippets are from the EP and are interesting because they speak of practices hitherto not heard of.
But first J’s account:
I was in college at the end of 1960s and into the early 1970s where I joined a sorority. In those days paddle spankings were the norm and as far as I can tell still are. The only difference now is that this great American tradition has been increasingly driven underground, which is not only unhealthy but from what I hear has greatly sexualised some of these practices and today young women (and men) are doing stuff that we would never have dreamed of doing.
Pleased with her sorority hazing paddles
Despite claims to the contrary, punishment spankings were a major part of the sorority regime and our chapter took regular delivery of short heavy paddles designed to hurt. The pictures are from the 1940s and 50s I think, but the situation was more or less the same in my time.
At our sorority paddle spanking was used for discipline at all levels and for hazing. It was often hard to tell where one left off from the other.
At one extreme we had the paddle parties, which were mostly larks and the paddle was usually applied over clothes. This included mixed-fraternity initiations and the like. At the other extreme there were formal ‘courts’ where girls had to explain themselves for major breaches of the behaviour code that could include stealing, bullying and in those days sexual misdemeanours.
To put this into context though as far as I know this happened once the year before I joined and again in my senior year, so it was not a common event.
More routinely we had housekeeping, which could be extended to all members of the sorority, but was more usually applied to pledges. This was where small breaches of discipline were dealt with.
This consisted of three or four girls being summoned to an upperclassman or Big Sister’s room and one after the other we had to bend and bare for several full-blooded swats of the paddle.
One never quite got used to the pain and embarrassment, especially if the one taking you to task was less than discreet, but it was usually something taken in one’s stride. However on one occasion I was punished with three other girls and one of them decided she had something to prove.
This particular girl kept sassing the two seniors with the paddles; determined to show it didn’t hurt. This meant that we all had to take extra until there was not a dry eye among us. Our bottoms were purple afterwards and I didn’t sit too well for a day or two.
A Paddle from J’s era (click for quaint jingle)
Putting girls in their place and team building was at the heart of the sorority in my view and this is why I would defend it. For the most part I did not sexualise this until much later, but I will come to that.
I remember one stuck-up legacy girl thought she was too good for everyone else. One night at lights out, someone played a prank on her and placed a bucket of something nasty on a door and she got sploshed in her best clothes. She kicked up such a fuss that she was given a roasting and given two minutes to get ready for bed. An impossible task but one for which she was punished for failing.
When 10 minutes later after a shower she reported in her PJs, she had to bend over and take three swats clothed and three swats bare for reporting late and then she was made to get dressed again and come back. She then got three on her skirt, three on the panties, then on the bare, then on the seat of her PJs again. All this at each stage of getting undressed. These were hard heavy swats and by the end she was bawling. All this under the eyes of a dozen wide-eyed young pledges and older girls.
She also had to report for housekeeping that week I think. But I think she learned a lesson and later was much less stuck-up.
On top of this were the much more intimate Big Sister spankings.
My Big Sister, C, was a brick and we had a lot of fun. She also got me out of a lot of scrapes. But if she thought I needed it she would make me bend over and bare my bottom for a sound paddle spanking. Sometimes this was followed or preceded by corner time.
This was never as bad as housekeeping, but there was no limit to what she could do and often she would keep me up to the mark for most of an evening in the room we shared.
Sometimes she would put me across her knee and spank me that way and this is where I first began to get confused feelings that I later recognised were sexual.
I think she may have enjoyed these sessions, but neither of us took it any further. I know that since then it is these days that have fuelled my kink, if I can call it that, but that was only in my head and on the whole at the time it was all just character-building and robust fun.
actual sorority paddling from the 1940s
I have spared many details, especially about specific rituals and secrets, but not having named names I hope that gives you a flavour of those days Sam. Feel free to pass this on so long as you don’t identify me or my college or sorority.
Thanks to Sam and J for this account and the photographs.
Susan wrote:
In my senior year my best friend got me a birthday paddle and everyone present got to spank my posterior and sign it. (It was an all-girls party) Their love pats provided a small amount of satisfaction, but not much -my posterior was hardly pink – I still wanted the real thing. So, I searched for a college sorority that still hazed with a paddle and not just for one traditional night, but all year long.
An Ivy League school in the South is where I found my heart’s desire. This sorority’s rule was that any member could haze any underclassman for any sorority infraction at any time (as long as you were in our sorority building).
Once a month the sorority would hold an open party where the big entertainment was the “Toughest Butt Contest” and all the underclassmen were required to participate, the winner could paddle any upperclassman in the sorority the coming month as often as they desired. A reward of revenge was a great motivator.
The contest was done in G-strings for entertainment purposes. It was a great fund-raiser, and open to the whole campus for both genders. I won several times and enjoyed my month of revenge. Now, since I have long graduated (class of 1980), I no longer have the means to fulfil my desire to give or receive.
A comment to this contribution ran:
We had freshman initiation that culminated with all of us freshman having to crawl on our hands and knees between the legs of the seniors who paddled our little bottoms until we were all howling. We all survived, and just looked forward to when we would have our own crop of freshmen. Imagine what a stir that would cause today.
There were many short snippets like this, but many were quite fanciful, but it seems the legend continues.
