Agnes Johnson died laughing. The old lady laughed
until tears ran down her cheeks. As her mirth dwindled to a quiet,
mischievous giggle she sank back into her soft thick pillow and peacefully
passed away, still smiling. Her lawyer, Norman Wilson and her life long
friend Cecilia Bloom looked at each other across the old woman’s bed.
Wilson carefully folded up a freshly written document and gently escorted
the tearful Cecilia from the room.
A month later on a bleak February morning three young
students, excused from their studies for a day, joined the other
beneficiaries nervously waiting in the New York offices of Wilson, Wilson
and Bowles. The three pretty girls were respectfully dressed in black,
although their black skirts, Norman Wilson noted, were delightfully short
and were neither appropriately sombre nor suitable for the bitter weather
that lashed at the windows. A stiff yellowish document lay on the desk in
front of the lawyer and he carefully smoothed it out. He put on his half
moon spectacles and began to read.
“I Agnes Johnson being of sound mind do herby
The three girls listened with a mixture of
anticipation and dread, hardly daring to hope that Agnes would have left a
sufficient bequest to save the sorority. Many years earlier, Agnes had
been a founding sister of Omicron Mu Gama, or O M G as the sisters
jokingly called it, and she had been the sorority’s most generous
sponsor. Now she was dead and the future of the house looked very
Wilson read through a number of gifts to friends and
charities before coming to the matter of Omicron Mu Gama.
“Before I disclose Miss Johnson’s bequest, I am required to read a statement that the deceased dictated to me in her dying moments.”
The girls looked worried as Wilson pulled a new document from his pocket,
unfolded it and started to read.
“It is with great displeasure that
I look upon the young girls of today with their low morals and wild
behaviour. It saddens me that the standards upon which my sorority was
built have been so badly eroded. There was a time when the house committee
would have enforced those standards and brought swift punishment to any
girl who dared to flout the rules. I can assure you the miscreant would
have taken to her bed with a very sore bottom.
It is my sincerest wish that the moral code of Omicron Mu Gama will be restored and to that end I include in my bequest a wooden sorority paddle and our original book of rules which I insist will be implemented as a condition of accepting my financial legacy.”
three girls stared at the lawyer.
that legal?” asked Wendy Peterson, the sorority president. “Can she
insist that we adopt her rules if we want to inherit her money?”
speaking,” said Wilson, “the requirement that some legal and ethical
code of conduct is adopted as a condition of inheritance is not unheard
of. Therefore I will require you to agree to fulfil her wishes. However I
have to admit that the application of physical punishment is highly
questionable and enforcement of such a condition is rather tricky to
what you’re saying,” said Trish McGreggor, sorority secretary, “ is
that as long as we agree to the condition,” she put quotes around
agree by making rabbit ears with her fingers, “then the money will be
so,” said Wilson.
how much money are we talking about?” asked Madeline Brown, sorority
picked up the Will and started to read once again. The girls’ eyes
opened wide as he disclosed the figure. The money, the bulk of Agnes
Johnson’s estate, was to be placed in a trust that would ensure the
financial security of the sorority house for many years to come.
following day, the three girls sat in the sorority committee’s office
discussing the rulebook and the frightening wooden paddle on the desk
don’t need these rules,” said Trish. “There’s nothing wrong with
money is already ours,” said Madeline. “We can bin the old trout’s
rules and this ridiculous paddle.”
we?” said Wendy. “I’ve been reading these rules and they sound
pretty sensible. If we would take the money and break our promise then
Agnes was right, we are in such a state of moral decline that we need the
rules – and this paddle.” She looked meaningfully towards Madeline.
“It sounds like some of us need it more than others.”
Madeline flushed a little. Then Wendy turned her gaze towards the
secretary, “And if, as you say Trish, there is nothing wrong with our
morals, then we are ethically bound to keep our promise and live by the
rules. Yes, anyway you look at it we have to implement the rulebook.”
picked up the paddle and walked over to a portrait of Agnes hanging on the
wall. She had already fixed a hook next to it and without waiting for her
friends’ approval she hung up the paddle.
first girl to fall foul of the new rules was Chrissy Stevens, a cute
nineteen year old who had been called to the dean’s office for failing
grades. News of the incident came to Wendy through the grapevine and the
unfortunate student was summoned to the committee’s office.
was placed in the centre of the room and Chrissy sat down and gazed
nervously around at the three sorority officials. Wendy, inspired by the
portrait of Agnes, walked around the chair, adopting the moral high ground
as though she had never had a bad grade herself. She lectured the
frightened student as she walked, berating her for her laziness and for
bringing the name of the sorority into disrepute. Finally she walked over
to her desk and picked up the rulebook.
you familiarised yourself with the rules of our sorority,” she asked.
been meaning to,” Chrissy stammered.
to?” Wendy gave an impatient sigh and walked over to the paddle hanging
on the wall. Chrissy turned pale and wide eyed as Wendy unhooked it.
not serious,” said Chrissy, starting to panic.
very serious, Chrissy Stevens. I intend to make sure there are no more bad
grades. Stand up and bend over the desk.”
had never been paddled at school, never even been spanked by her parents.
She couldn’t believe this was happening. She looked pleadingly at Trish
and Madeline but they turned away, refusing to make eye contact, clearly
uncomfortable with the proceedings.
she slowly stood up. She had only been a member of the sorority for a few
months and she didn’t want to be expelled. She lowered herself,
trembling, over the desk. She wished she had worn jeans but she hadn’t
expected to find herself in this position. She reached back, gripping the
hem of her short skirt in an attempt to ensure it covered her bottom.
me help you with that,” said Wendy, slapping Chrissy’s hands away.
Chrissy quickly let go and gave a little squeal of protest as Wendy
flipped her skirt up revealing her white cotton panties.
with me,” said Wendy, taking up her position for a good baseball swing.
“I haven’t done this before. Now this is what’s going to happen,
I’m going to smack your bottom, hard, and after each smack, just to make
sure you remember to uphold the standards of our sorority you’re going
to say ‘O M G’ is that understood.”
ma’am,” Chrissy answered, not wishing to add to the president’s
took careful aim, tapping the paddle gently against Chrissy’s bottom,
making the young student flinch. Then she swung back and whacked it as
hard as she could against the poor girl’s semi naked backside. Chrissy
howled and leapt to her feet, clutching her bottom. It stung like hell and
she paced about the room, cursing, unable to stand still. Tears flooded
down her cheeks.
girl’s of the sorority committee all stood back, startled at the result.
was too harsh,” said Trish.
deserves everything that’s coming to her,” Wendy snapped.
do you mean?” asked Madeline. “She’s only had a few bad grades.”
didn’t answer. She just ordered Chrissy back over the desk. The sobbing
student reluctantly complied.
said Wendy, “what do you have to say Chrissy?"
m g.” Chrissy mumbled.
flipped Chrissy’s skirt back up out of the way and was pleased to see
that the paddle had already painted a broad scarlet strip across the lower
half of the student’s bottom, contrasting nicely with her panties.
second smack landed a second later; not as hard as the first, but
compounding the fire of the previous whack.
G!” yelled Chrissy, squeezing her eyes shut and stamping her feet but
managing to stay in position, longing for the sting to die down.
third and final whack came as hard as the first and after a blubbering
“O M G” Chrissy was finally allowed to stand. She left the office
bawling and clutching her blazing bottom.
reign of terror had begun and over the next few weeks it became apparent
that she was enjoying her power far too much. Trish and Madeline knew that
something had to be done to rein in their out of control president; maybe
even give her a taste of her own medicine. The answer came one day when
Madeline saw Chrissy Stevens holding hands with a student from the Frat
house across campus.
evening Trish and Madeline confronted Wendy in her office.
You’re guilty of breaking the rules,” said Trish, picking up the
When? How?” asked Wendy defensively.
flicked through the book until she came to the page she needed and started
to read. “Any member of the house committee who uses her power for
personal gain, revenge or spite will be guilty of the most serious offence
- abuse of a position of trust.”
haven’t abused my position!” Wendy protested.
has puzzled me,” said Madeline, “why you were so harsh with Chrissy
Stevens. You could have just given her a warning to encourage her to work
harder. But you gave her such a spanking she could hardly sit down for a
we know why,” chipped in Trish.
Stevens is dating your ex-boyfriend,” said Madeline. “You were jealous
and you used your position to take revenge.”
didn’t answer. There was no defence. It was all true.
unhooked the paddled from the wall and Wendy paled and swallowed
Madeline nodded at the desk indicating that Wendy should get in position.
stood and came around to the front of her desk. “D…Do we have to do
this?” she asked, pleadingly.
off,” said Madeline.
blushed but she fumbled with the button then unzipped and shuffled out of
them. Now in a tee-shirt and panties she bent over the desk.
is a really serious offence,” said Trish, “really serious.”
right,” said Madeline, “and you know what that means.” She took hold
of Wendy’s panties and peeled them over her soft round bottom and down
closed her eyes. The cool air blew gently on her naked bottom and she felt
raised the paddle and paused, increasing the anticipation and giving Wendy
time to dread what was about to happen. Then with a sharp intake of breath
she thwacked it down hard delivering three harsh smacks in rapid
succession; Whack, “O M G”, Whack! “O M G!” WHACK! “O M G!!!”
gripped the desk and hammered her toes against the floor. Her bottom was
blazing and tears were forming in her eyes but mixed with the pain there
were other feelings, sexual feelings. She found strangely that she liked
having her bottom paddled even more than she liked dishing it out. So when
Madeline told her to stay in position and took over the paddle, Wendy was
ready to comply.
Madeline raised the paddle the phone on the desk began to ring. Madeline
paused to allow Wendy to answer it. Maintaining her position over the
desk, Wendy lifted the receiver.
Wendy Peterson, h…how…how can I help you?”
dear. My name’s Cecelia Bloom. I was a very close friend of Agnes
said Wendy, sniffling. “Is there a problem?”
really a problem, erh… Oh dear…erh, I’m afraid I’ve been wrestling
with my conscience ever since dear Agnes passed away. It’s the book you
see. It’s not real.”
rulebook dear. I do hope you haven’t been using it. It… it’s a fake.
It was Agnes’s little joke you see. Dear Agnes, she really had no moral
standards at all.”
for letting me know. Erh…very kind of you to call.”
conversation ended, Wendy put down the phone. She looked at the rulebook
laying a few inches away on the desk.
was that?” asked Trish.
important,” said Wendy with a sly smile.
waggled her bottom and Madeline raised the paddle.
Yes, Agnes Johnson died laughing at her final prank. But as the saying goes, “many a true word is spoken in jest”, and Agnes knew there would be many girls in Omicron Mu Gama who would benefit from a soundly smacked bottom, after all, she’d been one herself. And what of the rulebook? Wendy never told the sorority that the book was a fake and as for the paddle – it’s still blistering the bottoms of those naughty students. O M G!