I ended up sitting alone while Rob showed his contempt for me by leaving me to talk to the other guys and girls complimenting the girls on their bodies which weren't as nice as mine.

Suddenly I remembered how excited Rob got when I told him how my older sister was mistreated at "Hell Night" at her sorority.

I was only about ten years old and was amazed when she came home at Christmas to tell me her story. She was proud that she was now an established member of her sorority but said she went through Hell to get rid of her "Pledge" status.

I asked what she meant by going through Hell.

She said, "I don't think you are old enough to understand."

That hurt my feelings and I said, "Yes I am. I am almost a woman. I am getting boobs and everything. See."

I lifted my T-shirt to show her my budding boobies still too small for a bra but definitely boobs. I was fascinated by them and spent a lot of time caressing and pulling on them hoping they would get as big as the girls in Dad's calendars in his shop.

She said, "Wow. You are growing. I was twelve before mine were that big. I guess you are old enough besides you should know what will happen when you go to college. But you have to promise you won't tell our parents. They would shit."

I agreed telling her I never told them anything.

She said, "Well when you are a pledge you are hardly more than a slave. You have to wait on the "Sisters," clean house and all the other chores and when you make a mistake and break the rules they swat your butt with a paddle."

I said, "Ooh that must hurt. I have never been swatted."

"Yeah but it gets worse. At the end of the quarter you go into Hell Week. That adds embarrassment. The sisters went through our underwear drawer and picked out our skimpiest bras and panties and that was all we were allowed to wear after classes. unfortunately I had a pair of silk lace bikini panties and matching bra my boyfriend had bought for me which I had never worn except one time to model for him since it seemed worse than naked. I was almost naked and it was especially embarrassing since the sisters were fully dressed. The worst part was there was a million rules and you couldn't help breaking one occasionally which got you swats on the panties that really stung. It was worse for me because my panties just had a string going between my butt cheeks so my ass was totally bare. I think they picked on me more than the other girls because they could see my buns turn red."

I was amazed. "Why did you let them do that. I would have run away."

"I had no choice. The only way out was to quit and it was one of the best sororities. If you quit no other sorority would want you. Besides it would have been cowardly. The Sisters had all been through it and I was determined I could take anything they could."

"Gee. Is a sorority all that important?"

"God Yes. We have great parties and all the best looking and richest boys only go out with sorority girls. but it got worse on Hell Night. First of all they had us strip completely naked then Kay, the pledge mistress, said that to identify us all as Alpha Chi Omega sisters we would all wear a permanent marking. At that she lifted her skirt to show a capital A had been shaved on her pussy."

That interested me and I said, "Oh wow. That is wild. Can I see it?"

She pulled down her panties and lifted her skirt to show me a little "A" in stubble just above the slit of her pussy. Except for that her pussy was completely bald.

I said, "That is neat and it couldn't have hurt you."

"Well some and it was embarrassing. They used clippers to cut the hair about a half inch long then cut out the the outer parts of the letter with a razor and all the rest of the hair. I had to lie on a table with my legs spread for them to do it. The worst part is that it was exciting for them to pull my lips around to get every hair and I am really sensual. I had to do math problems in my head to keep from embarrassing myself more by getting wet. Girls that couldn't do that were called sluts.

The razor was too big to cut out the center parts of the letter so they plucked out the hair one by one with tweezers. That really hurt especially since they pulled each hair out slowly instead of just jerking it out.

Then we had to crawl through the "Gauntlet." In that we crawled between the sister's legs while they swatted our bare asses with big wood paddles."

I said "Oh Wow! I would have crawled a million miles per hour."

"They thought of that. Before we started they put handcuffs on our wrists and a short rope between our knees so we could only take short steps. If we lost our balance and fell they would keep hitting until we could get back on our knees. By the time we went through the twenty girls we were all crying and rubbing our stinging bruised butts.

Kay asked a stupid question. She asked, "Are your butts sore?"

It made me mad and I said, "Of course! I won't be able to sit on it for classes." The other girls agreed and one sobbed, "Is it over?"

Kay said, "It doesn't end until Midnight with the candle light ceremony when you officially become Sisters. However from now on you can have a choice. Either the paddle or this."

From behind her back she held out a leather strap about the size of a man's belt. It looked puny next to the paddle but there was more. She said, "This doesn't hurt as much as the paddle so to make up for that it would be used on more sensitive places. While the paddle is just for your butt and thighs this will be used on your entire torso. The choice is up to you."

It seemed an easy choice to me and I was sure I would choose the strap until another pledge asked, "By our torso do you mean it would be used on our tummies and even maybe our boobs."

Kay grinned and said, "Yes. That and your back and your crotch."

The girl groaned and said, "OOH I could never stand that! I'll take the paddle."

Some others agreed and paddles were hung around their necks by ribbons but I had to think about that before making a quick decision. My butt was sore and throbbing. I didn't want it hit anymore and I thought that the rest of my body was just skin too and the strap should only sting. I chose the strap along with the majority. I think we thought she was bluffing and would just use it on our backs.

Then new rules were added to the many we already had. We were told we were to obey all commands from our sisters. Anything refused would be punished with five swats. Then we were to serve them the rest of the night with the rules that we were to serve them by kneeling with our legs apart and to say, Mistress may I offer this martini, or other drink and the specific name of a canape. I knew I was in trouble since I had not worked in the kitchen when the canapes were prepared to know what they were and also only knew how to prepare the simplest drinks.

I was lucky at first because the sisters who waved me over only wanted beer or easy drinks like scotch and water.

The first girl that was hit broke a longstanding rule to keep good posture and keep her tummy tucked in. She must have forgotten in the effort to get into position to serve the drink without spilling it.

They had her stand sideways to the sister who hit her tummy five times. It was real red but she had only gasped with no crying.

When we were at the bar I whispered, "How bad is it?" She whispered back, "It just stings. It is much better than the paddle."

Unfortunately we had broken the rule that we were not to talk to each other and had not noticed a sister was nearby.

I was given five lashes on my tummy to find she was right. It was only stings on my tight tummy with no deep bruising pain like the paddle.

Since they had already hit her tummy they had her spread her legs to hit her inner thighs. I guessed that was a real sensitive area because it brought tears to her eyes.