Meredith walked down the stairs to the basement of the Beta Omega Beta sorority house, taking her time so the sound of her steady approach would have time to sink in for the four new pledges waiting. The two sorority sisters who had prepared them stood by, waiting with grins for the show to start.

The four pledges lay across a heavy wooden table which had seen countless semesters of wild parties and initiations just like this. The young women were stretched out over the table, their arms in front of them, wrists bound together, palm to palm. The other ends of the long ropes were tied off to several heavy dumbbells laid out on the floor, keeping the coeds from getting up.

On the other side, the girls were bent over the opposite edge at the waist. This side had been raised slightly with some pillows, which had the effect of forcing the pledges to thrust their asses up into the air. The awkward, embarrassing position was made all the more humiliating given their first instructions upon arriving down in the basement had been to strip naked. Below, their feet were likewise tied, spread out, to more heavy weights, keeping them stretched out across the worn wooden surface.

“Alright girls. Are you ready for your initiation?” Meredith asked, walking along behind the quartet. They could only squirm in anticipation as she ran one hand across the smooth rounds asses on display. From the other side, muffled murmurs escaped, but nothing intelligible. Bands of cloth were tied around the coed’s heads, pulled between their teeth. Beneath the cleave gags, their cheeks bulged from packing. The girls’ panties were nowhere to be seen among the garments scattered across the basement floor.

“Seriously...last chance to back out.” Meredith teased, “No? Alright then.” She stooped, reaching behind a stack of boxes. When she straightened back up, she was holding the traditional wooden paddle, emblazoned with the sorority’s letters across one broad side. “If you can take a dozen or so smacks without crying too much...” She continued, returning to the table and it’s four squirming occupants, still taking her time, to draw out the anticipation of the spanking to come. “Then you can move on to the real initiation tests...”