Wesley Damon: Hot pants teachers

Similar stunts followed. While the assembled members watched gleefully, the new girls were required to massage each other's heads with molasses, then break six raw eggs on top. Next, each new girl was given a rank, cigar with instructions to smoke it down in exactly four minutes, a trick that produced the expected number of casualties. Bits of spaghetti, no doubt feeling like the worms the girls believed them to be, were then dropped in open mouths. Some of the girls had to be forcibly fed and nearly all of them screamed.

Next came the coup de grace. Still blindfolded, the terrified girls were formed into a single line with their backs to Donna's seat. The attractive gym instructor could feel a rising sense of excitement as she observed all of the older members equipping themselves with a solid paddle.

"Bend over, girls!" Betty Lanier called out the ancient command. "Grab those ankles and hold on!"

Reluctantly, the miserable girls obeyed. Donna watched with fascination as fifteen micro-minis rode up to reveal an equal number of bare girlish bottoms, all a cute pink-white and generously proportioned. There were whistles and laughter as the attractive targets came, into view, and the assembled members milled around laughing and talking, deliberately making the anxious initiates wait. The hapless victims could not refrain from flexing and puckering in anticipation of the workout to come, and Donna could almost feel her mouth watering at the thought of seeing those pert bottoms turned a flaming crimson.

Members began lining up behind the victims to take turns working them over. Donna watched intently as fifteen paddles were poised in the air while the blindfolded victims squirmed in anxious expectation.

Whack!

All fifteen girls screamed in unison as the paddles landed with unexpected suddenness on their unprotected asses. The older members snickered and laughed and Donna smiled as the victims jumped with surprise and pain. Some of them straightened up with their hands flying backward to protect their bottoms, and had to be ordered to resume the position again.

Whack!

Splat!

Smack!

Taking turns, the members began applying the solid paddles to the hapless victims. After the initial smacks, the new members grimly tried to remain in position, although each application produced a pained squeal from the victim. Donna watched with a keen sense of pleasure as fifteen girlish pairs of buttocks quickly became an attractive shade of bright pink. After only three or four swats, most of the girls were crying softly and all of tern were squirming frantically.

The solid wooden paddles continued to pop on bare feminine bottoms. As their asses began to burn and throb with pain, the crying initiates began to mix pleas for mercy with their cries of pain. Although various members continually urged them to keep their legs stiff, most of them could not refrain from bending their knees sharply each time a paddle cracked against their defenseless asses. Watching the sadistic demonstration with intense interest, Donna wondered if any of the girls had any idea how much satisfaction they were providing her.

Whack!

Splat!

As their young bottoms turned a flaming scarlet on both sides, the young initiates screamed with anguish and begged frantically to be spared. Their screams were ear-splitting, and the noise at times was almost deafening. Some of them had to be forcibly restrained from using their hands to protect themselves. Most of the girls were sobbing heavily and some seemed close to hysterics. Donna was sure it would be a long time before she forgot the sight of those fifteen crimson pairs of feminine buttocks.

Finally, Betty Lanier blew a whistle and the paddlings came to an abrupt halt. Fifteen sobbing girls slowly straightened up and were allowed to remove their blindfolds. The initiation was over but it was obvious that the new members would find sitting down quite uncomfortable for several days. As the tearful girls slowly began making their way back to the locker room, Donna decided that it was time to leave. The entire episode had left her feeling quite exhilarated.

She decided to exit through a little-known tunnel under the bleachers of the gym. As she walked through the tunnel, she suddenly spotted a pair of masculine shoes dangling within the wooden framework of the bleachers.

"Well, what do we have here?" she called out.

"Come down from there this instant!"

A sheepish-looking young man who appeared to be an upperclassman slowly extricated himself from the wooden framework and dropped to his feet in front of her. He had obviously been watching the initiation, and the handsome bulge in the front of his slacks revealed how it had affected him. He quickly became quite red-faced when he found himself standing in front of the tall and athletic girls' gym instructor.

"Well, what are you doing here?" Donna demanded, pretending to be irritated although she in fact was quite pleased at the sudden opportunity that had presented itself.

"I…" the young man swallowed hard and obviously had no explanation for his behavior.

"What's your name?" Donna asked, maintaining her severe manner. To torment him a little, she gave him a frank downward glance that made it apparent to him that she was aware of his erection.

"Bill," he stammered. "Bill Reed."

"Well, come with me, Bill!" Donna told him. "You've got a lot of explaining to do."

Grabbing him by the ear as if he were a naughty boy rather than a mature teenager, Donna started marching him to her office. The young man offered no resistance and seemed exquisitely embarrassed by the predicament in which he found himself. Knowing that she was in full command of the situation and feeling quite elated by the possibilities it offered, Donna led him into her office. As she closed the door behind them, she discreetly locked it to make sure that they would not be disturbed.

Pushing her desk chair back slightly, Donna sat down and crossed her long legs in a deliberately casual manner. She made no effort to adjust the hem of her form-fitting green dress, and allowed it to ride up to reveal an intriguing quantity of tan nylon. Bill stood in front of her desk looking quite mortified, but despite his embarrassment the bulge in his slacks was still all too apparent.

"Well, Bill, I think you have a lot of explaining to do," Donna told him, still pretending to be severe although she found the situation richly amusing.

"Well…" he tried to explain but seemed hopelessly tongue-tied.

"You knew that area was completely off limits," Donna told him. "This could get you into very serious trouble, you know. You could even be expelled for this."

"Yes, I know," he admitted.

"And think of your embarrassment when your parents, and friends all find out that you're a peeping Tom," she added.

He nodded and looked quite distressed.

"How did you find out about the initiation?" she asked. "You must date one of the members."

He seemed reluctant to reply. "Yes," he finally replied.

"One of the initiates?" Donna asked.

"Yes," he admitted.

"Imagine how she's going to feel when she learns you were spying on her," she told him. She paused to give him time to say something.

"Well, could you possibly not report it?" he finally asked, gulping hard as he spoke.

Donna tried to appear a little shocked by the suggestion. "I strongly feel that you deserve to be punished," she told him with mock severity. "You're obviously guilty."

"I realize but…" he pleaded.

Pretending that it was mere carelessness on her part, Donna allowed her dress to ride up a little more, revealing the expanded tops of her black nylons. Despite his obvious distress, Donna noticed that he occasionally cast an inquisitive glance at her long, shapely legs.

"Permit me to make a suggestion," she told him. "Rather than expose you to any public ridicule, I would agree to punish you privately. Right here in my office."