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Spanking Housemother
« on: Feb 17th, 2002, 10:17am »
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Hi,
 
I thought I would republish an old favorite, with a little epilogue on the end.  Comments as always welcomed.  
 
Alex
 
Spanking Housemother
 
Elizabeth Wagner, Phi Beta Kappa (PBK) Sorority Housemother, surveyed the scene before her.  
 
Standing in front of her open mouthed was 21 year old Colleen MacDonald, Senior and Sorority President. Elizabeth had just gone to the Women’s University Gym to work out her stress. The reason for that stress evidently stood before her.  
 
6 Months earlier Elizabeth had been appointed Housemother by the Women’s University and Parents association of a so-called “Out of Control Sorority”. Liz, a former Policewoman and Girl’s reformatory guard had accepted the appointment conditional on being able to administer corporal punishment however and where ever she thought appropriate. This usually meant a hard maple hairbrush on the bare bottom of some unfortunate house sister. To Liz the way to get a girl to mind was to keep her mind on a stinging behind. Not that Liz was unfair. If you lived by the rules you got along. If you broke the rules, you got a punishment to fit the crime.  
 
Since her appointment Liz had given out scores of pants down spankings to the 20 or so unfortunate Sisters of PBK, or ASS as they were beginning to be known around campus. Formerly their sorority house had been a haven for pot dealing and the sale of stolen exam answers or term papers. The arrival of Elizabeth Wagner had put an end to that. Now the Sorority was run like some 1950’s high school. The “girls” were dressed in bobby socks and skirts and white blouses. Expensive and gaudy clothes were prohibited as was smoking, boys, poor marks and a host of other “unsavory activities”. Room inspections and a 9 o’clock curfew were also imposed on the girls. Any infractions of the rules resulted in a hard hairbrush spanking. Normal violations were dealt with privately in Ms. Wagner’s room while more serious infractions were public affairs before roommates or house sisters. Of course the word got around the women’s only University. The occasional teary eyed rub of a sorority skirt, the pillowed seat in class and the muffled sounds from PBK were confirmation of the rumors flying around the University.. Soon, very soon, however, everyone in school would know exactly what went on at PBK.  
 
Within a month of her arrival Liz had everything under control. But there was only one problem-it had all been too easy. From past experience Liz knew when she ran a reform home and when the charges really ran it. She hadn’t found any pot or discovered any stolen exams-these things had simply gone underground out of her reach. Someone else was calling the shots at PBK. And that someone, Liz knew, was the person now standing before her, Sorority President Colleen MacDonald. Colleen had never broken any rules or given any cause to be disciplined by Liz-she was the model sister. On the surface she’d always done what she was told when she was told. Liz had suspected that some of the other Sisters had taken the rap for Colleen for certain misdemeanors-but she could never prove it.  
 
That day the University Dean phoned her. Some year-end exam answers had disappeared that afternoon from a professor’s office-two girls were thought involved. It was too late to change the exam now, so the President asked Liz to keep an eye out for the papers or anything suspicious. Upset by the loss and the certain knowledge that some of her girls were to blame, Liz headed for the university gym and a well-deserved workout. It was after-all Sunday afternoon and all the girls were required to be studying in their rooms for their upcoming exams.  
 
As Liz entered the work out room she noticed a familiar redhead talking to a group of girls. Colleen was talking with her back to the door so she didn’t see Elizabeth enter. Elizabeth Wagner was tough to miss though. She was tall, handsome and striking, what some refer to as an Amazon. Elizabeth had rich dark black-brown combed high and reaching halfway down her back. This 32 year-old stood almost 6 feet tall and had a well-toned, tanned body. Today she wore tight black spandex slacks accentuating her well-developed backside and thighs. A white blouse showed off her large grapefruit-like breasts. Her face was strong, forceful with dark brown eyes, dark eyebrows, high cheekbones and a jutting jaw. She gave an impression of strength and authority
 
Liz approached her charge from behind-Colleen’s best view. Colleen had a prominent and jutting girlie bum. It always seemed to stick out slightly, almost arrogantly. When Colleen pranced around Campus her chubs saucily rolled and wobbled-so much so that Liz always felt the urge to give them a good smack. To Liz if there was one behind on campus that cried out for a good spanking it was the bum-cakes of Colleen MacDonald.  
 
As she approached Colleen, Liz’s anger grew-Colleen was breaking dorm rules by being out, she was at that moment smoking and she was dressed in some prohibited designer workout outfit-tight white spandex shorts with matching white halter top and elevated gym shoes (emphasizing her rear appendage).  
 
Liz quietly tapped Colleen on the shoulder and Colleen turned around staring up into the face of her angry Housemother. Even in her bewildered state Colleen was a sight. Colleen was an eye-catching carrot-top redhead. She wore her straight red hair pageboy style and had the appearance of the all-American girl healthy, smiling and freshly scrubbed. She was slightly below average height (5’4”) with perky breasts and a slender build (except for her behind, of course). Colleen had a snub nose, green eyes, and a tempestuous Celtic face complete with freckled white skin. At that moment her beautiful face was full of surprise-her jaw dropped and her eyes went wide at the sight of her housemother.  
 
The girls Colleen had been talking to quickly scattered upon seeing Elizabeth. Out of surprise, Colleen dropped her cigarette and a bag she was carrying, spilling the contents on the floor.  
 
“Colleen, what are you doing here?” exclaimed Liz and she bent down to pick up the contents from Colleen’s bag. One look and Liz saw the stolen exam answers as well as a few joints. She had interrupted Colleen in the middle of a sale of her illicit goods. Controlling her anger Liz scooped up the bag and returned its contents.  
 
Elizabeth: “Come on, let’s go back to the House and discuss this Colleen”
 
Colleen: “What’s there to discuss, this is none of your business. Get out of here”  
 
Elizabeth: What is this back talk? What happened to your “sweet good girl” act dear?
 
Colleen: I’ll act and say what I want toots!!! Do you know who I am?
 
A crowd began to gather
 
Elizabeth: “Let’s go!!! I’m only going to ask once, please come”
 
“Fuck Off. You’re not my mother, you try anything here and I’ll settle your hash for you”, blustered Colleen.  
 
With that Liz had had enough, “Well don’t say I didn’t warn you LITTLE GIRL”. Elizabeth grabbed the left ear of a shocked Colleen and dragged her on tiptoes to an elevated stage in the center of the gym. Elizabeth had seen a straight back chair that would be perfect for what she had in mind. This is the time and place for Colleen’s comeuppance and the spanking of all spankings thought Liz.  
 
A screaming Colleen tried resisting as much as possible but to no avail. Elizabeth seated herself on the chair and without further ado tossed the helpless senior, still screaming, across her lap. With Colleens right arm pinned up high on her back by Elizabeth’s left, Liz lifted her right and open palm high,, her arm descended...
 
Part 2
 
SPANK
 
Elizabeth began to spank Colleen’s skintight spandex packed bicycle shorts.  
 
Crisp smacks and cracks rang through the Gym. The girls chuckled at the sight of the big-bottomed Colleen being spanked by this dark haired Amazon. It was so ridiculous-a grown woman spanked like a little girl. At first Colleen remained stoic, tightening and squeezing her buttocks and grinding her teeth like the tough aerobics champ she imagined she was.  
 
Liz smirked to herself, knowing that this little girl was no match for what she had in mind. After only 10 hand SLAPPPPS from the muscular flexing arm of Elizabeth the so-called “tough” Colleen lost her gluteus grip. Liz made Colleen’s rear rock and roll to her strong swinging arm. A further 2 minutes of hard hand spanking from the muscular Diva and Colleen’s cheeks were being slapped in all directions, her feet were scissoring up and down, her head was bobbing this way and that. A distinct red color could be seen through the sheer white spandex pants. Her behind shuddered and shaked under the barrage of hand spanks. The only sounds in the room were crisp, sharp SSSlapppps and CRRRacks followed by progressively louder ouhs, ahsss, ouches and eeks. The crowd of girls was quiet, shocked at the scene before it. A proud University Senior was being “spanked” like a naughty youngster.  
 
Suddenly a brief interlude ensued. Colleen believing her spanking was over attempted unsuccessfully to scramble off her House Mother‘s lap. But her chance for escape was brief, just enough time, in fact, for Liz to grip the waistband of the redhead’s pants. Realizing the danger Colleen threw her head back and mustering her best commanding voice complete with piercing angry glare looked right at her attacker and yelled “ Don’t you dare, bitch, you‘ll regret it the rest of your life!!!!!  
 
And with that Liz quickly yanked down the pants in one quick move to the humiliated girl’s knee hollows. Colleen let out a long wail and her head sunk instinctively lower. She knew all the eyes of her friends and schoolmates were squarely on her and her bared behind. Colleen MacDonald, Sorority President was over her Housemother's knee with her bare behind on display.  
 
Elizabeth nearly gasped. Before her was a truly magnificent backside, it cheeks had fairly popped out of Colleens pants as they descended. The exquisitely shaped derriere quivered and yawned in the cool air, her legs slightly scissoring in response to the unveiling. Elizabeth couldn’t resist stroking the gorgeous mounds before her eyes. The skin was pure white, except for a few light freckles and a slight red-pink hue from the hand spanking. The twin globes were warm and pleasurable to touch. They wobbled and quaked before her as she lightly tapped and patted them. Colleen’s jutting bum needed to be spanked, thought Elizabeth, in fact this bum seemed to be made for spanking. And Spanked it would be. This girl needed to be taken down a peg or two she thought.  
 
Reaching under her chair Liz found her workout bag and what she was looking for-her Hairbrush. Liz promptly applied a small swat with the back of the hairbrush to Colleen’s behind to get her young charges attention.  
 
Liz: “We’ve never spanked on pants in our house, you know that Colleen. These girls should know how we do it at Phi Beta Kappa. On the bare bottom that‘s how!!!-a bad girl like you deserves nothing less”
 
As Liz spoke she shoved the flat end of the huge hairbrush (it must have covered even a 1/4 of Colleen MacDonald’s big bum) under Colleen’s nose: “ Do you know what this is, Ms. President.. She hissed, “ Well, I think you do, it’s a Hairbrush, you‘ve seen it before. But this hairbrush is special, its never been used to brush a girls pretty hair. No.. It’s for one purpose and one purpose only to blister naughty and disobedient behinds of stuck-ups like you. See that shiny surface? That sheen is from the bum oils of bad girls literally spanked right out of their bare behinds by this hairbrush. This big bum of yours will polish it up beautifully I’m sure. It will be a long time before you thieve or disobey me again....””  
 
As Colleen shaked her head in disbelief, Elizabeth raised the hairbrush high above her head. A wild-eyed Colleen wailing “NOOOOOOOO!!!!!” looked back just in time to see the hairbrush descend. It landed right in the center of her pure white rump with an earsplitting TWAACCCKKK, followed by a piercing shriek. Colleen’s legs whipped straight back and up. A big red oval blotch appeared on the award-winning rump. The spanking had begun.....
 
Elizabeth landed three quick smacks to Colleen’s left cheek and then 3 more to the right. Then 3 smacks and then 6, 9,.....Then the right check, and the left,,....... The hairbrush made earsplitting TH-WACK, CRACK, SPLAT and SPANK sounds, wooshing through the air for penetrating, frightening impacts with the upturned heinie.  
The room was a suddenly a whirl of motion. Sound and fury in fast forward. The hairbrush descended upon the rump alter before it. CRAAAAAAAAKKK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACCKKK as it kissed the young thief’s bare bum. Colleen MacDonald was getting a pants down, bare assed spanking from her Housemother in full view of half the university. After just 1 minute of hard hairbrush spanking from the strong housemother, Colleen’s ass cheeks bounded in all directions according to the wishes of the wooden instrument. Her feet alternatively scissored up and down as if swimming in some imaginary lake or pumped outward like she was riding a bicycle. Colleen's head bobbed up and down, sideways and back and forth. Her free arm and hand would grip the chair leg or desperately try to reach back and stop the horrible hairbrush stings being inflicted on her roasting rump. A distinct red color grew on her upturned chubs as they shuddered and shaked under the barrage of spanks. The only sounds in the room were crisp, sharp Twacks and CRRRacks and, of course, screeches and wails.  
 
Elizabeth took her role as Colleen’s Housemother to heart, lecturing as she spanked, humiliating and humbling the proud sorority head, punctuating each word with spanks:
 
Elizabeth, “This Mommy, and that’s what you’ll call me from now, on always spanks on the bare and that’s how you’re going to get it....... SPANK, CRACK, SLAP,  
 
Colleen: OUUHH, STTOP, AHHH, EEEEEEE
 
Elizabeth,: Kick and cry all you want SPANK, SLAP  
 
Colleen: PLeasse, Stop, SLAP, CRACK, OHHHH, GOD, STOP,,,,,
 
Elizabeth: SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, You’ll learn to mind, swearing at your age, I’ll deal with that potty mouth when I get home
 
Colleen: Ouuuuhh, Ouuuch, STOOOP, PLLEASSE,  
 
Elizabeth: I’ll spank all that big girl talk out of you even if it takes all afternoon, SMACKKK, CRAACCKK, SPLAAAT,
 
Colleen: YEEEEOOOUU, OOOOOHHH, STOOPPP
 
And on and on it went:
 
blister your heinie, AHHH, OH, AHH, IT HURTS it REALLY HHURTs, tan this big backside, NOO, It HUUUts , STOP,,,,what a lot of fuss over a little spanking, SPANK, CRACK, SPLAT OHHHH GOODDD, OHHHH GOD, it HURTSSSS, STOP, PLEASSSS, CRACK, SLAP, SSSSLAPP, not such a big girl now, NOOOOO, NNNNNNNNOOOOO, OW, WOW, OOH, OUUUCCCH, EEEEEKKKK, CRAAACKKK, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SPLAT!, CRACK!, look at you with your pants pulled down-a naughty little girl getting a spanking from your Mommy that’s all you are, I’ll DOOOO ANYTHINGGGGG, STOPPPP, STOOOOOPP, PLLLL, SMACKKKK, SPLAT,,,,I’ll stop when I’m good and ready Miss big pants and not before.....WaHHHHH, STOPPPPP, What people must think,,,,, SORRRYYY, I’m SORRY, SSOOOORRRY!!!, You’ll listen to me from now on Missy, SPANK, SPANK, SPLAT, OOOOHHHH,OOOOHH, You won’t SASS me anymore or thieve, CRACK, SPLAT, ...
 
For a full fifteen minutes, the powerful arm and hairbrush spanked the beautiful hind parts of spankee, Colleen MacDonald. Sometimes Elizabeth concentrated on the same spank spot, sometimes all over the rippling rump, the right cheek and then the left, the center of her bum, her thighs, the center crack. Liz spanked straight on with hand full arm swings or from side to side with little added flicks of the wrist. Occasional fast volleys of 6-10 hairbrush spanks were administered from intermittently to the tortured backside-eliciting especially high pierced shrieks and wails. She was an expert spanker, that was for sure.  
 
Liz especially loved flattening Colleen’s cheeks and watching them wobble and then saucily bounce back into shape-big and saucy-just in time for the next well-deserved hairbrush spank. Elizabeth concentrated again and again on the area where cheek meets thigh-being excruciating sensitive to the bounding/screeching Colleen. Her pinkish white skin changed color with the work of the hairbrush. Once milky white, various shades of red appeared on the spanked, well-spanked and very well spanked portions of Colleen’s heinie. As the spanking progressed, Liz and the girls were given progressively more glimpses of Colleens pretty red pussy, cute plump sex-spot, and puckering little brownish rosebud.  
 
Elizabeth smirked as she observed her guests. Throughout this phase of the spanking the girls were standing in dread, noiselessly praying that this wouldn’t happen to them. Here, a full-grown woman is being reduced to the antics of a caterwauling six-year old. Elizabeth Wagner, Housemother, was blistering the sassy backside of her charge, Colleen MacDonald.  
 
For Colleen there was nothing to smirk about, her kicking had become a blur; her wild green eyes alternatively scrunched shut and stared wide-eyed from the spanks. Her cute white pants, wrapped themselves around her knees, and kept her legs under some control. But the fabric was being stretch and contorted in all directions by her desperate movements. It’s was a wonder they didn’t rip to sheds thought the onlookers. Colleen desperately (and unsuccessfully) tried again and again to throw herself off her tormentor’s lap; her legs and designer shoes vainly tried to grip the floor and escape. All to no avail.  
 
Colleen’s crying and begging became desperate, her head and beautiful red hair swished and flew in all directions, a pool of tears had formed on the hardwood floor below her wailing red face. Her behind was an angry red. Darker in the center, it became increasing lighter outward till her pale white skin appeared again at the edge of her well-spanked bun-cakes. She was truly a well-spanked little girl howling, blubbering and wailing for mercy to her new Mommy. The CRACKS, SPANKS, OUUUCH’s and OWWWWs all attest that this is truly a very SOUND SPANKING.  
 
But Elizabeth was not satisfied. She wanted Colleen and the rest of University to know what happens to people who sell drugs or steal papers. Elizabeth sent the spanking into a final overdrive with a vicious wave of harsh machine gun spanks. Hair, tears, and snot flew in all directions, screams, and wails filled the air. One could no longer hear coherent words from Colleen. Perhaps “no, please or Mommy” now and then, but no one present was sure. Even the powerful Amazon had trouble holding the struggling “woman” at this stage of the spanking. Liz delivered flurries of firm overhead smacks to the bounding, withering behind below. Although she never missed her mark, Liz did had difficulty delivering her strokes to those less purpled potions of Colleen’s outraged and violated bum. Cindy’s bottom was clearly being blistered. In the next few minutes her bum turned dark red, then searing hot white and finally an angry crimson purple from the licks of the hairbrush. On and on the hairbrush rose and fell. Elizabeth wanted to make sure Colleen remembered this spanking for a long time. Sitting would be impossibility for the near future, thought Mother Wagner as she blistered Colleen’s her lower bum/thigh parts.  
 
By this time, the Sorority President’s big girl pantaloons had moved from two ankles to one. Once free her legs flew in all directions, her white pants flapped in the wind like a white flag of surrender stuck on her expensive right shoe. Eventually the flapping pant-panties flew off into a corner of the room, abandoning the hapless girl to her fate. To gain better control, Liz let go of Colleen’s arm and pushed the girl further over her left leg. She then locked the girl’s legs in place with her right leg -effectively immobilizing her. Now Colleens nose almost touched the floor. Colleen’s big behind stuck out rudely exposing her wrinkled anus and pouting sex to the entire gathering. Liz was given a bigger and immovable target to blister-and blister she did. Colleens hands ,although free, could not stop the volcanic spanking above. She could only hopelessly pound the floor with her little white fists adding only to the noise. Liz’s s wooden straight backed chair growned and creaked under the force of the SPANKING.  
 
Liz stared intently at the behind before here. She talked less now, but a few phrases, of the old reform school punisher filled the room:
 
“Blister your behind, make you eat standing from the mantle, show you whose boss, sitting is a privilege not a right in my household, rue the day you ever crossed me, blisters on top of blisters, I‘ll spank this bum right off-just watch me, thieve will you, blister your behind, blisters on top of blisters....
 
After 20 minutes and perhaps five hundred spanks Colleen’s behind was seriously blistered-some might have said skinned. Dark, dark purple blotches appeared at the summits of her sit-upons , between cheek and thigh, or for that matter just about everywhere. Everywhere and anywhere was where Liz reckoned it would do the “most good“. Satisfied that her ward had had enough, with a finally flurry of hard spanks, Elizabeth stopped and lifted the wailing woman-girl onto her feet to find what solace she could.  
 
The noise of the hairbrush came to an end, but a unholy wail now filled the room. Colleen immediately grabbed her behind and jumped up. With a shriek, she let go of her tortured bum as she discovered the many nasty stinging blisters. A full Indian war dance ensued complete with skyward wails and prayers. Her lily-white hands alternatively cupped and rubbed her fiery red buns desperately trying to find some relief. Colleen danced on the same spot, ran and hopped in pathetic little circles, or simply stuck her bum out and waggled it in search of cooling airs like some happy pup. All in the vain attempt to eliminate the awful sting, to cool the horrible fires burning in her rear-end. Her audience was given various views fire engine red behind and red pussy in front. All the while her beet red wailing face howled at the ceiling like some mad woman crying to the moon.  
 
Elizabeth sat grinning and enjoying her little girl’s “just spanked dance” as she called it. Colleen displayed her well-spanked charms throughout the room. Her crying and shrieking reverberated off the walls. Most amusing to Elizabeth was the little white strip that appeared or emerged from in her ass cheek crack now and then as she pranced and stepped about the room. Elizabeth knew that she could blister even that, but saved her “specialty” for very severe spankings. In 20 minutes she and her hairbrush had turned this “woman” into a little girl who spanked danced around for the entire world to see.  
The highlight of the dance came when Colleen spread her legs, stuck her bum out, and pulled her cheeks apart. Then she actually waggled her behind side to side, bouncing on her toes, her little brown rosette adorably winking. It was as if she was issuing some rude invitation to an imaginary lover. Colleen was of course only trying to get some soothing airflow going, but all she really did was give her a bird’s eye view of a puckering little brown rosebud and her fur plumb covered pussy to the student body.  
 
Liz’s Sapphic tendencies were aroused. She began to think that perhaps this was one “bad girl” who should be sleeping with her Housemother. Elizabeth had heard rumors that, prior to her arrival, pledges to the prestigious PDK, could get a quick membership by worshiping the muffed covered red alter of the great President MacDonald. Now that Colleen had been brought down to earth Liz could get to the bottom of these rumors with the other Sisters. If true, thought Liz, Elizabeth Wagner would be seeing a lot of a little red-head with a hot throbbing bottom. Colleen could go to prison for something like that, but Liz could save her. However, there would have to be some lessons...a little sassy tongue would get nightly work outs ...., ummm thought Liz, that little red fluff of hers will have to come off, I heard that the Sorority VP’s were part of Colleen’s 69 antics too, This little hellion‘s and her companions comeuppance might just be beginning ......
 
After 4 minutes of antics, Colleen’s dance subsided and she tried to get control of herself, hiccupping and blubbering.  
 
Finally, Liz called her naughty ward over. Taking Colleen’s two hands into hers, Liz stared up into her little girl’s eyes and began the post spanking scolding:
 
“Well Ms. President that’s what happens to girls who don’t do what their told. Now from now on, where ever, and I mean WHERE EVER we are, if you disobey me, down come YOUR PANTS, I don’t care who sees, UNDERSTAND?, SMACK, YEEESSSS, YESSSSS, I understand, SMACK, MOMMY. “Whether in our house or outside of it. You‘ve lost your rights as a “woman” now, you‘re just a little girl as far as I‘m concerned and a little girl that....As the scolding continued Colleen wriggled and hopped, clenched and yawned her bright red beacon it as much as possible in the cool air. Tears streamed down her face. She desperately prayed that Miss Wagner would let go of her hands so she could rub her sore behind again. Colleen looked around the room, mortified, as she suddenly realized that her bare pussy and bum were on plain view. She knew that she is not a child, but a grown woman who has just been spanked and publicly spanked at that. She was horrified as she thought of another year of this.  
 
Elizabeth: “Now, get into that corner for a half-hour before we go back to the house.  
 
For the next 30 minutes, a humiliated bare-assed Colleen MacDonald, a beautiful red head stood in the corner of the gym with a bright blistered ass, skinned, raw and twitching on display. She babbled and cried to herself as the students pointed and laughed, “Noooo, this can’t be happening, I wassn’ttt that badd, noooo“ Colleen cried to her wailing walls. She continued her hopping and rubbing antics too.  
 
Finally after her half-hour time out was up, Ms Wagner called Miss MacDonald from her corner for home. Colleen’s attempt to retrieve her discarded pants was met with a ringing slap on her bare backside and the room with a new YEEEOOOWW. Elizabeth informed Colleen that: “These expensive designer things are not allowed in our house“.  
 
Grinning ear to ear, Elizabeth made a further announcement “ You’ll walk home bare-assed. After all it’s only a 15-minute walk. Unfortunately for you sweet cups“, she cooed, “its through the center of the University“. A fresh wailing “NOOOO, YOOU CANNNN’T “came from Colleen, followed by a reinforcing SLLLLAPPPPP.  
 
Elizabeth: “And don’t think this is the end of this. When we get home I’m going to call the Dean-I think she would like to come over and take a hairbrush to your saucy stealing backside for this stunt too. And I want to know the names of the others who stole those exams. You’re going to have company when you eat bare-assed from the mantle piece tonight.” (Liz thought to herself-“And maybe I’ll even get rid of that little white strip between your cheeks too-your sisters might need a demonstration)  
 
And with that Elizabeth propelled her reluctant charge to the Gym’s main door with two hard openhanded slaps to her skinned backside. The laughing patrons giddily followed them to the door. Spilling out into the campus courtyard, the Gymnasts watched 2 bright red globes wobble off in the direction of the Sorority followed by the rolling, snapping arse cheeks of the Amazon Avenger. As the slaps and wails gradually trailed off in the direction of PDK, the University knew a new era had come to the sorority. What a difference a half hour makes.  
 
Epilogue
 
A week later a very redbottom Colleen stood sucking on the right tit of her new Mama,  Liz Wagner.  2 fingers from Elizabeth's right hand pumped dutifully in and out of the the little redhead's wet pussy.  Colleen rubbed her sore bottom in time to the finger movement, tonguing the dark extended bud.  
 
Liz smiled as her other hand wiped Colleen's fresh spanked tears with Colleen's own discarded white bicycle pants. Not that Colleen used these much anymore.  These normally hung on the sorority trophy case now.  
 
Since returning bare-bottomed from the gym a week earlier,  Colleen had been grounded when not in class.  Grounded in Liz's world meant a big bare bottom and a red bottom at that.  Elizabeth Wagner had put the rest of the sorority on notice of what happened to those who crossed her.  Colleen's spanking wails,  the sight of a freshly spanked presidential bottom dancing down the halls or weeping and rubbing in some public corner kept the girls aware that a new order had arrived.  If that wasn't enough, some other unfortunate sister's pants frequently joined Colleen's on the PDK awards case as their previous occupant rubbed and hopped.  
 
Colleen now lived with her housemother, in her top floor room and shared her bed.  She dutifully addressed her as Mama or Mommy.  Her status was reinforced by a nightly private suckling at a maternal breast.  Each night Liz re-created the gym scene, complete with clothes and a freshly blistered bottom.  The sorority sisters would listen to the howls and other sounds in the top floor apartment that accompanied a little hellion who had misbehaved.  
 
For these occasions, Liz, herself,  was dressed in her own black skin tight spandex pants, already pulled half down in anticipation of the next part of Colleen's punishment.  Soon Colleen would be thanking a thickly forested black thatch, desperately trying to satisfy her lover-mama..... But that never happened until Liz Wagner's favorite part....  
 
Prior to bedtime a little red-bottomed girl would be summoned from the bedroom corner.  A big brunette Amazon would be lying face down on the bed, two pillows supporting a big womanly bottom.  Colleen would shake her head with lots of pleasess and noooss.  A smirking Elizabeth Wagner would only crack her hairbrush a demand her girl's presence as two big cheeks are pulled apart and a dark red-brown anal channel comes into view.  
 
In their own beds, the sorority sisters can only imagine what causes the series of 5 or 6 orgasmic amazon shreiks for the next hour or so.  Colleen can't say, she's too busy.  Colleen MacDoanld, sorority spanking slut, no longer has her nose in the air.  Instead, she drinks in the bitter elixir of her own arrogance.    
 
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Hi Alex,
   Glad to see you back,hope to see some good ones as usual
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Great to see this repost! Loved the epilogue, but would love some added installments. Perhaps this sorrority could force a hostile takeover of the most popular sorrority on campus and impose it's new directives.
 
Also, if I'm not mistaken, didn't you write the cheerleader vs the girl's basketball team story. I read up till the cheerleader's
moderator getting her comeuppance, but wondered if there was a sequel? If there was, please re-post!
 
Thanks again!!!
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« Reply #3 on: Feb 18th, 2002, 2:33am »
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Alex...welcome back..where oh where have you been.
 
I usually like M/F adult stories...but yours always fascinate me and my eyes are glued till the last word.  THis one happens to be my very favorite...thanks for the repost and epilogue.
 
By the way, what in blazes happened to the rest of your stories?  I have been searching for weeks now to no avail and was close to posting asking any one what happened to your storie!!
 
I AM SO GLAD U HAVE RETURNED Grin Grin Grin Grin Grin Grin
 
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Re: Spanking Housemother
« Reply #4 on: Feb 18th, 2002, 6:20am »
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A true classic, glad to see it back.  CoolDaniel
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« Reply #5 on: Feb 19th, 2002, 12:54am »
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This was a good one, glad to see it back up! Good addition, too!
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« Reply #6 on: Feb 19th, 2002, 5:43am »
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It's great to see you back.  And you still write THE most amazing spankings!
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