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Amy Mathieson lay face down on her bed and sobbed. She put one hand back behind her and gently rubbed the livid, dark purple weals that criss-crossed her cherry red bottom and upper thighs. Weals like that could only be left by one thing and that was vicious application of a whippy green switch.

Amy was a freshman member of the college's most exclusive sorority, Phi Gamma Beta. Her mother and her older sister had both been eminent members of the same sorority. A position in Phi Gamma Beta was hotly sought after and even given some of the organisation's eccentricities every girl on campus wanted to be a PGB girl. The sorority's current members included the girl most likely to be college valedictorian, Denise, the volleyball captain, Naomi, the cheer leading captain, Shauna and the dramatic society's leading actress, Nicole. Many of the graduates went on to become famous and successful. The sisterhood's current housemother, an elegant, softly spoken, black lady called Stevie, put it down to the application of strict discipline within the house, including the Friday night paddling sessions that every member was expected to endure.

Amy was the sorority's 'pet'. She was an intelligent, pretty, polite girl with a sunny disposition and all the sisters loved her. All but one. It was customary in the sorority to assign the freshmen a big sister, a senior who was prepared to care for her and guide her in the ways of the sisterhood and the college itself. Part of that care included administering physical discipline when necessary. This year as there were only three freshmen admitted to the sorority and four seniors or 'big sisters' as they were also known currently in residence one girl had had to forego the privilege of having a 'little sister' assigned to her. That senior had been the curly haired brunette Denise. She intended to be the school valedictorian and felt that the more time she had to devote to her studies the better. This year the three new girls had received the following assignments. The tall, chestnut haired rebel Jessica had been given into the care of the petite blonde cheerleader Shauna. The strawberry blonde, boarding school girl Emma had drawn the strict, busty redhead Nicole and flame haired, good girl Amy had been chosen by the tall, athletic, raven haired Naomi.

Amy loved Naomi and she could not imagine getting a better mentor. Whilst all the girls were subject to discipline over the knees or under the paddles of their 'big sisters' or Stevie the only paddlings Amy ever seemed to get were the weekly paddling sessions that everyone received. Jessica's rebellious nature seemed to get her regular trips over the knees of Shauna and Stevie. Emma, whilst she did not do a lot wrong, had found that Nicole was a hard task mistress and was spanked for far more than she actually deserved. Naomi would, and had, spanked Amy if it was needed, but it rarely was.

Emma sat on the front porch in her rocker pensively reflecting on the events of the past year, where a simple trip to the bank to pick up her passport led to her witnessing Manuel Mercado shoot innocent people. She had been whisked away into Witness Protection, but what started out to be the worst day of her life, led her to Travis, the love her life.

Travis was assigned to protect her, and that was not an easy job because she had not been very cooperative. Fleeing Mercado and his men was traumatizing, and little did she know that the experience would shape her future life in a particular direction – because now she was married to Travis and living on this fabulous ranch. Travis had even managed to bring her horse, Honey, to the ranch as a surprise.

Months had passed since Manuel Mercado was re-captured and sent to a hospital for the criminally insane. This time, everyone prayed he wouldn't be able to buy his way out. Slowly, their lives returned to normal. Emma rode Honey every day. Travis had relaxed his rule about her not riding alone and it was so exciting to ride through their property. There was a lovely lake not too far from the house and it was one of her favorite places. She loved sitting under the huge oak tree, looking out at the lake. Usually she brought a light lunch and her journal.

Her writing seemed to be so much more productive down at the lake. She would even go swimming when it was an especially hot day and she was sure Travis was working and wouldn't have time to join her. Swimming by herself was one rule that Travis didn't realize she frequently broke. Swimming alone was forbidden and if she was caught, would most certainly result in a good fanny warming

Travis had been very reluctant to put her over his knee since the 'out of control' paddling. He felt guilty for paddling her so hard, especially after he saw her bruised butt. Although she forgave him, he still carried around some guilt. That guilt, coupled with her trying really hard to be good, had meant she hadn't received a spanking in months. She considered herself a very lucky girl!

That luck abruptly ended one very hot summer day while she was having a long, relaxing swim in the lake. The water was so cool and refreshing that she stayed in longer than she had planned. She knew there was a possibility Travis would finish up early that afternoon because, after breakfast when he saw her packing up various foods and her journal, he asked if she was going to the lake and said he'd try to join her later. Time just got away from her. The water was so cool and refreshing she didn't even see Travis ride up. Suddenly, she heard him bellowing at her.

"Get out of that water immediately, Emma," he yelled.

The Talk
Pajama clad, Shelly Brooks crept quietly on bare feet into the den of her parents' house and turned on the computer. It was 1:00 AM. The rest of the family had retired for the night three hours earlier and were now sound asleep. At least she fervently hoped they were sound asleep.

A 19 year old sophomore at the state university, she was currently home visiting her family over a long holiday weekend. They were glad to have her back, even if only for a few days, for Shelly was, in most respects, a parent's dream. She had been an honor student in high school as well as a star athlete, both in volleyball and on the cross-country team. Her talents were ultimately rewarded with a scholarship to the state university where, now in her second year, she continued to excel both athletically and academically.

She was pretty too, five foot eight with long chestnut brown hair and blue eyes, and the firm solid body of an athlete. Yes, she knew her parents couldn't be more proud of her.

Of course, that made her even more self-conscious about her little early morning raid on the family computer. She just knew if they found out about her strange personal proclivities they would die, and yet she yearned to talk to someone about it, especially her mother with whom she had readily shared all of her other secrets, even the sex stuff.

Her mother had always been understanding, open minded and non-judgmental during their talks, but she feared that this strange fixation with spanking would just be too weird for her parent's suburban, upper middle-class sensibilities.

As the computer booted, each little sound it made seemed thunderous to her. She was seized by the irrational fear that someone would hear and come to investigate. Of course that would be no big deal at this point. She could just plead insomnia and say she was going to play games or e-mail a friend until she got sleepy. Soon though, she would be committed. Once she was into her favorite spanking story sites a sudden interruption could prove very embarrassing.

She let the computer boot fully then accessed the internet. At this point she stopped and went back into the hall just to make sure the others were all still sound asleep. Satisfied, she slipped back into the den and logged on to her favorite site.

The next two hours were spent devouring one story after another. She even printed a few that she really liked so she could read them again in the security of her room. Yawning, she looked at the clock and was shocked to see that the display now read 3:00 AM.

Oh shit, how did it get so late? she thought. She shut down the computer and returned to her room. Soon she was fast asleep.

Shelly's slumbers were ultimately interrupted by the sound of her mother calling for her younger brother.

"Bill! Bill Brooks, are you in this house?"

Amy looked around at the confused scene around her and sighed. She had rarely felt so alone in her entire life. The pretty, petite eighteen year old was at her first day of college. She had always done well at high school and at least there she knew where she was. This sunny late summer day she had no idea. She was supposed to report to her sorority house of Phi Gamma Beta to sign up as a pledge and begin her orientation, but at the moment all she could see were students rushing to and from buildings in a confused mêlée. She set her suitcases down on the pavement and consulted a crumpled piece of paper in her hand. It was meant to be a map of the campus, but at the moment it may as well have been written in Chinese for all the sense she could make of it. She was meant to be at the sorority house by ten am sharp. Her older sister and her mother, who had both been members of Phi Gamma Beta had advised her that discipline in the sisterhood was strict and any infraction of the rules, including tardiness, was punished severely. Amy looked at her watch : five minutes to ten. She felt like bursting into tears. For all she knew the house could be on the other side of the campus. She was going to be the first pledge in history that was expelled before even making it to the sorority house.

There was nothing else for it. She had to ask someone. She screwed up all her courage and walked a few paces to a tall, tanned, attractive, athletically built dark haired girl a few years her senior in conversation with a friend. "Excuse me?" Amy interrupted their conversation politely.

The girl stopped talking to her friend and looked down at the nervous freshman. "Yes?" she inquired.

"I'm looking for the Phi Gamma Beta sorority house. Is it nearby?"

"Phi Gamma Beta? Are you a new pledge?" the girl asked, a smile playing across her full lips.

"Amy. Amy Mathieson and yes, I am."

The girl's bewitching green eyes sparkled, she lifted one finely muscled golden arm and pointed languidly at a large, double storied house just across the manicured green lawn and said "That's Phi Gamma Beta, honey and if you're a new pledge you had better get a move on or they'll boot your pretty little behind right out. Registration closes at ten sharp."

"Thank you," Amy said, whirling to pick up her cases.

"You're welcome and from now on you had better call me ma'am, sweetie, because I'm one of your big sisters, that is providing you can get over there in the next three minutes."

Amy felt a blush creeping up her freckled cheeks "Yes ma'am," she snapped over her shoulder, picking up her cases and hustling as fast as they would allow her. She squealed as her new 'big sister' calmly took a step towards her and planted a firm swat on her firm, round little bottom.

Beth arrived home early and dumped her bag on the kitchen table. The sound of soft music emanating from somewhere upstairs made her smile. Joe always listened to music when he worked; it helped him to concentrate and gave him added inspiration to write his novel. Taking a bottle of chilled white wine from the fridge, she grabbed a couple of glasses and made her way upstairs, intent on surprising him.

She did. Their bedroom door was ajar and she kicked it fully open with her foot.

"Surprise!" She burst into the room, her face wreathed with smiles.

Joe was lounging naked on the bed, his head cushioned by the satin-covered pillows. He looked like a Greek God with his dark blonde hair curling into the nape of his neck, and his honed body stretched out invitingly. His eyes opened, flashing sparks of blue. He was obviously startled.

"Beth! Bloody hell! What are you doing here?"

"I live here, silly. Sorry - were you asleep? I didn't mean to wake you."

Beth deposited the wine and glasses on the bedside table and bent to give her boyfriend a kiss. "This novel writing must be very taxing if it makes you take a nap in the middle of the afternoon. Still, now that I'm here, I may as well join you and wear you out properly."

Beth grinned and began unbuttoning her blouse, but her fingers stilled as she saw the look on his face. He had paled beneath his tan, and was looking extremely agitated.

"Joe? What's wrong?"

"Beth. I - we ... Oh God, I'm sorry, Beth."

"Sorry? Whatever for?" Her euphoria faded.

Outside, the sun hid behind a cloud, casting dappled shadows in the room. And then the bathroom door opened and a naked woman walked out, her skin still damp from the shower, her golden hair cascading in damp tendrils over her pert breasts. She entered the room and involuntarily clapped a hand over her mouth when she caught sight of Beth.

Beth looked at Jane. The two of them had been best friends since junior school. Jane stared back. She lowered her hand, and her pouty pink lips curved into the semblance of an ironic smile. She made no attempt to cover herself. Beth reeled in disbelief. Jane and Joe? How could they? She staggered backwards and looked once more at Joe. His guilt was evident by his hangdog expression. He held out his hands. It was a strange gesture, almost an entreaty.

"I'm sorry, Beth," he repeated.

"Well - she had to find out sooner or later," quipped Jane. She moved languidly over to the dressing table and picked up a brush, and began smoothing down her damp curls. It was Beth's hairbrush, on Beth's dressing table, in Beth's bedroom - and it was readily apparent that Jane had been shagging Beth's boyfriend. "These things happen, Beth. It's nothing personal."

Nothing personal? The words echoed hollowly. Beth felt physically sick.