“Hi Joanne. You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, come in Mary and take a seat.”

Mary didn’t often visit the main sorority house; her Big Sister, Joanne Hemp, usually meeting up with her on the university campus to keep track of Mary’s progress and deal with any problems Mary might be having. Their situation was a little unusual in that Joanne was just twenty years old and Mary was a forty-three year old mature student. Looking around, Mary noted that her Big Sister enjoyed a large room with a comfortable looking single bed, an equally comfortable-looking armchair, ample wardrobe and cupboard space, a desk and computer, a microwave oven and coffee-making machine, all much nicer than the small room she shared with another girl in one of the outlying houses owned by the sorority.

“We have a problem, Mary,” Joanne began when she was seated at her desk and Mary occupied a chair by the side. “You have four outstanding parking fines that haven’t been paid.”

“Yes, I know. I’m rather short of money this month. I’ll catch up next month, I promise.”

“It’s not that simple, I’m afraid Mary. You see, all sisters are required to maintain certain standards if they are to keep their membership of the sorority, and parking irresponsibly in the first place and then not paying the fines is not acceptable.”

“I’m sorry,” Mary replied, conscious that a tear was forming in the corner of her eye as she was rebuked. “I simply don’t have the money this month. What can I do?”

“You’re really not able to clear the outstanding parking fines by the end of the month?”

“I’m struggling financially, Joanne. The four fines total two hundred dollars. I just don’t have that kind of money until my next month’s allowance comes through.”

“That’s not good, Mary. It could put into question your continuing membership of the sorority.”

“I’m sorry. I mean, there was just nowhere to park in the lot, and nowhere in the street outside. I just had to park on the grass.”

“Yes, I know there are issues with parking at your dwelling house, but if necessary you just have to drive further away from the house until you do find a space.”

“I guess I knew that really,” Mary admitted. “I guess I was tired and didn’t want to carry books and stuff further than I had to. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“But it has happened, Mary. It’s happened four times. And now you’re saying you can’t pay the fines.”

“Am I in big trouble, Joanne?”

“I’m afraid you are.”

“They won’t give me another couple of weeks to pay, maybe three?”

Joanne shook her head.

“But there is another option, isn’t there Joanne. Or so I’ve heard from other sisters.”

Joanne frowned. “What are you getting at, Mary? What have you heard?”

“Hell Joanne, I’m not the first sister to find herself short of money. Others have had fines to pay and haven’t had the cash to settle them by the due date. We do talk to each other, you know.”

“I guess you do,” Joanne admitted with hesitation.

“So, why am I not being given the same choice?”

“You know what the other option involves, don’t you Mary?”

“I get my ass paddled, just like they did at our initiation.”

“That was just one swing, Mary. Just a little swat to torment pledges. When you get paddled for not paying fines, it’s one whack for each twenty-five bucks. You’re surely not wanting to volunteer to take, what is it, eight whacks?”

“How do you know? It would sure help me financially.”

“Er, because you’re a mature student? We know late teenage girls fresh away from school and home sometimes struggle to manage their finances, and they’re likely used to getting the odd spanking, but that doesn’t apply with you. Surely, getting spanked at your age is totally out of the question, isn’t it?”

“Not necessarily. From what I’ve heard, taking a spanking in place of paying the fines is only an option that’s offered. Even the young students don’t have to take up the offer. I don’t see why mature students get left out. Being older doesn’t have to mean we’re all good keeping to a budget.”

“Fair point, Mary, but heck you’re twice my age. Do you really want to take a spanking from me?”

“I want to remain in the sorority, that’s for sure.”

“Yes, but to be spanked with a paddle at your age? Surely not?”

“Does anyone want to be paddled? If I had the money then my answer would be ‘no’. But I don’t have the money, and won’t have for another three weeks at least.”

“Can’t you borrow the money, Mary?”

“I’ve already got enough debt, Joanne. Please let me take the spanking and clear my fines. If you do it, no one else need know, do they?”

“Maybe,” Joanne answered hesitantly. “As your Big Sister I’m responsible for you.”

“Including discipline?”

“When necessary, yes. That said, it usually means handing out reprimands and warnings and stuff.”

“You’re welcome to reprimand me, Joanne, if it saves my ass,” Mary joked.

“We’re a bit beyond that, Mary.”

“Okay, so spank me. Where do you want me?”

“I haven’t agreed to do that yet, Mary. I’m still thinking it through. And all spankings are done in the basement, where you got your initiation whack. This isn’t school; we don’t all keep paddles in our rooms. There’s just the one paddle which we keep in the basement.”

“So, let’s go down there now and get it done? Please, Joanne.”

“Mary, please take time to think about it. You could let me know tomorrow evening, maybe?”

“I don’t need time to think, Joanne. Please, let’s do it now. Please!”

“Okay, I guess it’s your butt. But it’s eight whacks, Mary, and I’m not going to go easy on you. It will be a real spanking.”

“I-I accept that,” the mature student replied, her throat having gone suddenly dry.

“Follow me,” Joanne directed coldly.

She led the way out of her room and down a number of flights of stairs.

On the way, Mary asked, “Does this mean I’ll be bending over that old vaulting horse like at the hazing?”

“You can if you like. It’s not formal. As long as I can deliver a good hard spanking, you can bend over any which way you choose.”

“Is it still set high so it’s difficult to get up onto it?”

“Yes, we like it that way.”

“And it’s just you and me, Joanne? I mean, like there’s no witnesses, right?”

“Not unless there’s anyone else paying off their fines with a sore butt.”

“Is that likely?”

“Maybe. All the Big Sisters are speaking with the girls they’re looking after. We’re having a clear-up of unpaid fines. There might be one or two. Why? Is that a problem?”

“I’d prefer you spanked me in private, Joanne. Having some teenagers watch me getting my licks would be kind of embarrassing, you know.”

Joanne replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Joanne led them along a long hallway Mary recalled from when she and fifteen other girls had been through the hazing process. Much to Mary’s regret, they heard voices coming from an open door about half-way along. As they entered, Mary found two girls in the room, one of whom was in the process of removing her jeans. Over on the further side stood the old padded leather gym horse over which Mary had bent to receive her initiation swat applied with a school-type wooden paddle.

“Hi, Joanne,” the girl watching the other undress greeted Mary’s Big Sister.

“Hi Shena. You also got one who can’t or who chooses not to pay her dues?”

“I sure have. This is Emma. She’s a first year student who’s not keeping up with her work. I’ve awarded her four licks to help smarten her up a bit. I did offer her four hours of chores around the house here, or a fifty dollar fine, but she preferred to take a spanking.”

Mary looked at the teenage girl folding her jeans and placing them on a chair. The girl, long dark hair that reached halfway down her back and wearing black-rimmed glasses, now standing in brief white panties, then started pulling off her red T-shirt.

“Okay, Mary, strip down to your underwear,” Joanne ordered.

“What? Er, you didn’t mention this part, Joanne.”

“You were stripped down to your bra and panties when you were paddled as part of your initiation, Mary. Why would this be any different?”

“Because, well, oh heck, never mind,” Mary replied, wanting at first to protest, but then deciding it was preferable to just submit rather than enter into an argument over how she should be dressed for her punishment, a quarrel she was unlikely to win.

Trying to look the girl wearing just white panties and bra in the eye, Mary went across to her and began removing her thin jacket.

“I’m Mary.”

“Emma. I think we met at the initiation.”

“So we did, Emma.”

“I’m getting four. How about you?”

“Eight. Unpaid fines.”

“Oh.” Emma looked discreetly away as Mary pulled off her pale blue sweatshirt, revealing her dark blue bra.

“I suppose these have to come off too, do they?” Mary indicated her black tight-fitting leggings as she looked across at Joanne. “They’re only thin.”

“Of course they do, Mary! Don’t be so silly!”

“So sorry,” Mary answered sarcastically, noting Emma giggling at the exchange.

Moments later, the forty-three year old had peeled off her leggings, folded them roughly and placed them on a chair near to where Emma’s clothes lay. Now she stood in light blue underwear, the panties comprising little more than a thong. Mary quickly realised her choice of underwear was not best suited to being spanked!

“You’ll be going first, Emma,” Shena said as she opened a tall cabinet door and pulled out a wooden paddle, around twenty inches long and identical to the sort of implement used in schools. Mary remembered it from their initiation.

“Okay,” Emma replied impassively. “Can I bend over now?”

“Please do,” Shena replied curtly.

Emma removed her glasses and placed them carefully on top of her small pile, but they looked precarious so Mary offered, “Shall I hold them for you?”

“Yes please.” Emma smiled awkwardly as she handed them over.

The younger student was clearly nervous as she tottered over to the old gym horse that stood towards the far side of the room. It had four wooden legs, angled for stability, and a leather padded body. It had been set high, maybe four feet high.

“Um, I may need a leg up?”

Just as Shena moved to help the teenage girl, Joanne stopped her.

“Mary, why don’t you help Emma?”

“Oh, okay.”

Mary handed the girl’s glasses to Joanne and went across to where Emma was standing facing the tall gym horse. She took hold of the girl’s hips, ready to propel her up and over the horse.

“Ready?”

With a combined effort from Emma pulling herself up with hands on top of the gym horse, and Mary pushing the girl’s hips upwards, Emma managed to get across the padded top, her legs dangling down one side and her arms the other. Mary noted it left Emma’s bottom perfectly presented for her spanking.

“Okay?” Mary asked as Shena closed in, paddle in hand.

“Sure. Better stand back, I’m giving this shirker some good hard spanks.”

As she stood to one side, Mary noted Emma’s brief white panties had stretched tightly across her bottom and the material had also ridden up to expose ample portions of her buttocks. She jumped as Shena swung the paddle from way back until it thudded harshly across Emma’s backside. The girl gave a shrill snort when she felt the impact.

Second and third swings delivered similar hard thumps to Emma’s backside, the exposed parts now taking on a dark red hue, and the girl letting out shrill groans. So enthralled was Mary in Emma’s spanking, she forgot that in a very short time it would be her having her bottom soundly paddled.

Emma’s fourth spank echoed more loudly around the room and she finally cried out. Meanwhile, Shena turned away and handed the paddle to Joanne.

“Off you get, you’re done,” was Shena’s unsympathetic response to her young Sister. “Let’s hope that will teach you to keep up with your work in future.”

“It will, Shena,” Emma replied. “I promise it will. Thank you for spanking me.”

“Your glasses,” Joanne said, holding them out.

Mary shuddered at the thought of thanking someone for spanking them, but now Joanne was holding the paddle and clearly waiting for Mary to assume a suitable position to be spanked herself. She went to stand in front of her Big Sister.

“Can I just bend over and grasp my shins?”

“Of course, Mary. However you like. Just make sure you bend right over with your legs straight and make a good target for me.”

For a moment, Mary considered whether jumping up and across the gym horse might be the better option, but then she bent over and reached down for her shins.

“Can you straighten your legs a little more, Mary?” Joanne asked.

“I’ll try,” Mary replied as she pushed her legs straighter and felt her very brief panties were stretched so that the whole of her buttocks was exposed. “Is this okay?”

“Fine. Brace yourself.”

“You’re very brave,” Emma whispered in Mary’s ear as she moved closer to get a better view.

Just then, Joanne patted Mary’s bottom twice with the paddle and delivered a ferociously firm swat across the lower part of Mary’s backside. Clearly, Joanne intended to keep her promise of applying a serious spanking.

As Mary screwed her eyes up at the intensity of the blow, she didn’t appreciate Emma standing so close to her side. After around ten seconds had passed, another extremely firm swat slammed across Mary’s bottom.

“Ouch!” Mary couldn’t help herself cry out as the third swing of the paddle thumped into her bottom. It already felt like the soft mounds would be red and bruised. It didn’t help that Emma was jumping at each stroke, almost like she was still being spanked.

The fourth stroke nearly sent Mary flying, almost taking her mind away from the intense pain.

“Steady!” Emma said.

“For goodness sakes keep still, Mary!” Joanne shouted, rather tetchily.

Mary braced herself.

The fifth strike of the paddle didn’t seem quite so hard. Maybe Joanne realized she had been just a touch too severe. Whatever, Mary was grateful for any respite she could get.

The paddle slammed across Mary’s bottom again, and it stung. Another whack, and it stung again. Joanne seemed to be applying the paddle more quickly now. Perhaps she wanted to get this finished as much as Mary. Now they were on the final swing of the paddle and, with just a brief pause, the final spank smashed across the lower parts of Mary’s bottom. Tears sprang to her eyes.

“Okay, you’re done,” Joanne announced as she stepped back.

“You two tidy up here and then you can get about your business,” Shena added. “Coffee, Joanne?”

“Sounds good.”

“And my debt is paid in full?” Mary asked as she straightened up and rubbed her sore bottom.

“It is,” Joanne called over her shoulder as she left with Shena.

“I don’t think there’s much to tidy up,” Emma commented as she looked around. “Shall I put the paddle away?” Emma was still standing in just her white bra and panties.

“Sure,” Mary replied as she went over to collect her black leggings and pale blue sweatshirt. “Or you could get dressed first.”

Emma smiled, now holding the wooden paddle in both hands. “I wish we had one of these at my high school. I always hated being kept in detention and stuff like that.”

“Did you get many detentions, Emma?”

“No, only two, and both when I was caught with other girls doing something naughty. I always thought it so unfair having my free time taken away.”

“And you’d have preferred a spanking?” Mary asked, somewhat surprised.

“Oh yes. You remember the swats we got at initiation? That was my first experience of getting spanked.”

“That wasn’t exactly a punishment, Emma.”

“No, but of course I knew that many schools do use it as punishment. I just wish I’d gone to one of those schools.”

“Amazing!” Mary said, more to herself, as she completed dressing. She looked over at Emma, still holding the paddle and looking at it in an admiring way.

The End

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