I felt a little guilty as he hugged and kissed me so impressed with my offer since I was sure it couldn't happen.
He left to talk to the officers of the fraternity which gave me time to think about what I had offered. I could never admit it to him but the idea of all those boys spanking my bare butt excited the hell out of me. It also frightened me because during Hell week he had to carry a fraternity paddle with him to be used if he was unable to remember all the words to their song, their pledge, and all their rules. It was made out of a one by ten board and I knew it would bruise because he had only had to take five spanks on his clothed butt and it had left his cheeks black and blue.
I was kept in suspense until the next day.
He said, "The good news is that they would put it up for a vote and agreed if it was allowed just to use straps or whips to keep you from being badly bruised. The bad news is that if they agree all the members would get a turn and that you would be naked for it so you can be hit from your armpits to wherever your skirt reaches."
I became frightened. I knew they would hit hard from his bruises and had been sure it would not be allowed. Now there was a definite possibility.
"Oh God! How nany members are there in your fraternity?"
"Fifty."
"Jesus. Would they all hit me once?"
"Well. Maybe not. When we get a demerit the minimum is five spanks."
"Oh God. I can't take that many. I would faint long before I took that many. I only got a hundred at the party and that was from girls not nearly as strong as boys."
"This won't be like the party. You took a hundred lashes all at once. This will last from nine to one am. There will be a lot of breaks."
I didn't know how to tell him that I would want quite a few at a time so I could become excited enough to welcome the pain.
I was given a possible reprieve when he went on to say that the other pledges would be given the opportunity to offer their girl friends and would have to give their permission for the substitution. I was sure they would not think it was fair for them to suffer while he escaped. The possibility that other girls might volunteer gave me mixed feelings. They might go easier if other girls were there but that would not make me unique and satisfy my desire to be a martyr.
The next afternoon he came in obviously excited, "They have agreed! They said I will make a great lawyer because no-one had been inventive enough to offer this alternative before. There have been changes in the program. Some good. You won't be alone. One of the other pledges said his girl would take his place and you may be able to trade lashes for other things. For instance the president said that you could take tem less lashes if you did a strip tease. Since you have to get naked anyway that would be like a gift."
"What other things? I won't be asked to fuck them will I?"
"No I told them neither of us would allow that but one of the guys avoided ten spanks by masturbating in front of everyone during Hell week and another avoided punishment by letting us watch his girl suck him. I suppose it might be something like that.
"Would you think I was cowardly to accept humiliation?"
"No,not really. I didn't do it but I was not facing your ordeal."
"The other thing they decided was to have you and the other girl go through Hell night the night before the guys. That way if either of you wants to quit before it is over The other pledge or I will still have to go through it." I said, "I could never let that happen. It would be terribly cowardly for me to quit to let us both suffer."
That would be much better. I had assumed I would just be one of many being punished. Now I could be a true martyr. Even though some of the attention would go to the other girl I hoped I would be prettier and could be more courageous to really impress everyone. I also admitted to myself that having another girl would cut my lashes in half.
"Oh I am glad I won't be alone. Is there anything else."
"Yes. The President said that the administration would frown on this so everyone would have to participate to make sure no-one would report it. Even me."
"Oh Jesus. How many guys will that be?
"Sixty."
"Oh God! I will be just one big bruise!"
"No. Remember you will be able to trade lashes for other things that will just be humiliating. There is another concession I got them to make. You can bring three whips of your choice to be used on you. I suggest you pick out something easy. Unfortunately we just have two with us. The strap and the whip with leather thongs. You can shop tomorrow to see if you can find another or will have to make one. Maybe you can find something even better than the ones we have."
I shopped for hours. I was just wearing a t-shirt and mini skirt Bill didn't let me wear under wear anymore. It was fun to see men staring at my jiggling boobs and bottom. It was amazing to see how many things were available in pet stores, farm stores, and leather shops. Some things looked really bad such as buggy whips, quirts, and stiff rubber thongs.
I ended up in a shop that had leather things for motorcyclists. It had a whole wall of whips but they looked really bad including a knotted whip like Mom's and one without knots like mine that I knew cut deep and caused bad welts.
I was about to leave when a big clerk in leather pants and a Harley t-shirt asked me if he could help me.
"I don't think so. All these look like they would leave terrible welts."
"You didn't look long enough. My old lady calls this her fun whip. Feel it. It is just soft leather boot-laces. All it will do is make you red. Lift up your skirt and I will give you a taste."
I guess all the shopping and imagining how the different whips would feel had created a lot of excitement. Without thinking about it I lifted my skirt up just below my crotch.
He grinned and swung it against the front of my thighs.
He was right! It just caused a sting and tingle that seemed to travel directly to my pussy. My thighs just turned a light red I knew would fade in minutes.
"OOh you are right. There is just a sting and tingle. It could even be used on more tender places."
"Yeah lift up your T-shirt so your tummy can taste it."
I did and that was even more exciting so I lifted my t-shirt to my neck to bare my boobs. He brought the whip across them to spread out to cover nearly all of them with the center thong stinging my nipples. I let it cling above my boobs while I caressed them feeling the tingle radiate then I raised my arms to cross them over my head. He hit them again and when I just gasped he hit once more a little harder. That almost brought me to orgasm. I just had to feel it on my pussy. I raised my skirt as high as I could get it and opened my legs a little. He swung the whip up from the floor to make a sting all over my pussy and grinned as I gasped and opened my legs more. He brought it up again but now my legs were open enough to open my slit and the center thong stung my clit. I came! I immediately felt guilty for letting this strange man make me come and quickly paid for the whip and started to leave.
He smirked and said, "Come back when you want to try some of the others. I have a back room that is soundproof. You can scream all you want."
I just mumbled, "I don't think I'll want that." and left. I fantasized on the way home about all the "Biker" movies I had seen and imagined being whipped and raped by a bunch of dirty mean guys.
When I went in our apartment I stripped to see if I was still red. The marks had faded and I suddenly felt even more guilty to have come with no sign of punishment. I hoped I would be punished severely that night to make up for it.