Posts Tagged ‘paddle’

That first day Carolyn had been dismissed after an hour. She had even been permitted to go to the bathroom to get dressed, although sitting had been an issue for a day or two. But apart from that the aftermath had been no worse than a session with Mrs Keaton’s hairbrush; twice as shaming to […]

Charlie Lain’s mess of dark blonde curls tumbled pell-mell over her face as she stood bent at the waist in the middle of Davina’s floor. Her only clothing was a short white T-shirt emblazoned with a large yellow smiley face and a tiny pair of white ankle socks. She was a small girl with a […]

Sorority Girl


Here is a Saturday quickie. This a poster from the 1957 movie Sorority Girl. Despite the poster there is only one off screen paddle sequence (the one in the poster) and that is depicted as a bullying. Although the girl takes it in good part and there is a suggestion that she deserved it, but the […]

Our story began here. So far it had been an ordeal of fire and water and Alice Bowman had never felt so clean, neither inside nor out. Nevertheless, she strained to be as stoical as she could but it was a futile attitude to take, for the whole point of Muriel Baxter’s chastisement regime was to […]

The Boss


Rachel Baxter took a good long look at herself in the mirror and sighed. She wasn’t one for shying away from truth. She had not got to be International CEO by indulging in self-deception. She was still a looker she supposed, being not quite 40 there was no good reason she shouldn’t be. After all […]

Rebecca sent these ‘real’ pictures in. They certainly look real enough. She doesn’t claim they are anything other than pulled off of Flickr and says her own sorority pictures are much more graphic, but private. But she does provide a commentary by way of an insight into her own college life. She says of the […]

Found these two snippets on file. Not sure if they came from readers or not. I am not even sure that I haven’t published them before. If I have, here is a re-post and could the contributors take a bow. Thanks to them. I often read the blog and saw your story on sorority paddlings […]

Eleanor Whitlow blew a stray strand of hair from her forehead. At least it was not plastered there with perspiration on account of the heat. The heat, it was barely March, as she remembered it Boston would only have just seen off the snow. But Eleanor was a long way from Boston and as strive […]

Hazy Daze


These were sent in by an ex-sorority girl who wishes to remain anonymous. She wrote: “My own sorority days were beyond anything here, good and bad, and they went by in a daze. But I sometimes wish I could have them back, blisters and all.”

A young lady called Sazza sent me an email subject tagged ‘for publication’ with this picture saying “This could be me and my sisters,” and signed off “Sorority Spanking Rocks.” This very shy woman’s brief missive did not make it clear if she was saying that she thought that this was her, or as I […]