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Subject: {ASSM} The Initiation - Chapter 2 - The Paddle (ENF, humil, Ff)
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During the course of the next week, Jessica's paddle passed
around between the Theta sisters. The pledges had all written
down their cell numbers so that they could be called to duty at
any time.

Jessica spent one evening with another pledge wiping down all the
counters in the sorority kitchen while several of the
upperclassmen looked on, paddles in hand, sipping white wine and
barking orders. She was sent to pick up one girl's dry cleaning,
requiring Jessica to bring the massive pile of bagged clothes
onto the public bus, since she did not have a car, and causing
her to be late for class much to her embarrassment.

Michelle even made good on her foot-massage threat. Jessica was
called into the library Wednesday evening, where her pudgy sister
ordered her to kneel down beside the carroll where the older
girl's books were stacked. Jessica hesitated, looking around at
the crowded library, but, when Michelle pulled the paddle out of
her bookbag with the words "Jessica Johnston" clearly visible,
Jessica lowered herself to the floor where Michelle was already
kicking off her slippers and wriggling her bare toes in
anticipation.

Jessica took a fat, slightly pungent foot in both hands and began
to knead, as Michelle let out a theatrical sigh. Jessica glanced
hesitantly over her shoulder to see who was taking a break from
their studies to watch this humiliating scene. Some students
seemed to be consciously averting their eyes as if to spare her
the shame. A few grinned at her or snickered to their neighbor,
but for the most part everyone was aware of the rituals of pledge
week and paid her no mind. Just as she was about to turn her
attention back to Michelle's calloused soles, though, she noticed
the red-headed boy from her Intro to Econ class, on whom Jessica
was developing a preliminary crush, sitting several seats over.
They briefly made eye contact. Jessica blushed deeply and ducked
her head down.

The worst came Thursday night, however. It was past 10, and
Jessica was already in her pajamas, sweat pants and an oversized,
old T-Shirt with the logo of an insurance company, when there was
a rough pounding on her dorm room door. "What now?" Jessica
thought wearily as she sat up in bed and walked slowly to door,
glancing over her shoulder at her roommate who was consumed with
some task at her computer, a pair of massive, studio-style
headphones enveloping both her ears.

Jessica opened the door to find Shannon and two other Thetas. 
One of them was carrying what appeared to be a gift basket, a
cellophane-wrapped bundle about the size of a bag of groceries.
Another was clutching some sort of clothing item at her side, and
a turquoise-green strap dangling down conspicuously by her knees.
But it was the object in Shannon's hands on which Jessica's eyes
came to rest: the paddle carved with Jessica's name.

Shannon regarded her for a moment with a pursed-lipped scowl and
twirled the paddle in her open palm. The wooden face spun around
and around. JESSICA ? JOHNSTON - ??? -JESSICA ? JOHNSTON - ??? -
JESSICA ? JOHNSTON - ??? - JESSICA ? JOHNSTON. Finally, she
spoke.

"Nice sweats, Rushie. I hope you're not thinking it's bedtime yet
because we've got an important mission for you."

Jessica just nodded, self-consciously adjusting the waistband of
her pants. The two girls standing behind Shannon gave each other
a look, and one let out a derisive chuckle.

"Listen up. It's my boyfriend's birthday next week, so I thought
it would be fun to have one of my little Rushie servants deliver
him a surprise present."
Shannon nodded to the girl with the gift basket who thrust it
over to Jessica. Jessica clumsily accepted the package, adjusting
her hold as she haltingly tried to figure out how best to grasp
the awkwardly shaped mass of cellophane.  Inside, she could make
out what looked like a bottle of liquor and some small boxes that
might contain chocolate.

"He's Sigma Tau Phi," continued Shannon, "so you'll have to carry
this over to the Sig House. Just knock on the door and ask for
Nick."

Jessica couldn't exactly picture the Sigma Tau Phi fraternity
house, but she knew that all the frat houses were located along a
single street on the north end of campus, the opposite end of
campus from her dormitory. It would be a thirty minute walk at
least, she thought, frustrated that she would not be getting to
bed for at least another hour. But there was nothing to do except
obey. The rules of Rush Week were clear. If she wanted to be a
Theta, she had to follow Shannon's instructions.

"Ok," Jessica said simply, looking down at the basket cradled in
her arms.

"'Ok.'" Shannon imitated her in a mocking, idiot-voice. "'Ok,
Ma'am' I think you mean. But if you think your task is going to
be that easy, you're even more stupid than you look. And you look
pretty retarded. See, I thought it would be fun to give those Sig
boys a thrill. Me and Teresa were talking earlier about which
Rushie I should make my delivery bitch, and I was like, what
about that one blonde bimbo? She doesn't look like she's ever had
one intelligent thought flash through that empty head of hers,
but I bet that slutty porn-star body of hers would look great in
a bikini."

The girl at Shannon's left held up the wad of blue-green material
that had been bunched up in her fist. Jessica recognized it now
as a swimsuit, apparently a two-piece. But she stared at it
uncomprehendingly. What did a bikini have to do with this gift
basket she was supposed to deliver to Nick at the Sigma House?

 "Every delivery bitch needs a uniform. And we decided this would
be more exciting that those brown UPS slacks. I hope you didn't
think you were going out in those grungy sweat pants."

The three girls barged their way past Jessica and into her dorm
room. Jessica backed away dumbfounded. They were going to make
her walk across campus in a swimsuit? Knock on the door of a frat
house where she didn't know anybody wearing nothing but a skimpy
bikini?

"Let's go. Chop chop, Rushie. Put that down, and get changed."

As soon as Jessica set down the gift basket, the swimsuit was
stuffed into her hand, and Jessica noted with growing dread how
insubstantial it felt. She unwadded it and held the two pieces up
separatedly. It was even worse than she thought. Jessica had
never owned swimwear like this. The cups of the top were
triangular and connected by thin straps, the bottom tapered into
tiny strings at the sides, not a thong exactly but clearly not
designed to cover very much. It was something out of Sports
Illustrated, the sort of immodest, impractical getup worn by
girls begging for attention.

Behind her, one of the girls had shut the dorm-room door.
Jessica's roommate looked up briefly at the four sorority girls
with a look mild and slightly disdainful curiosity but quickly
went back to her computer screen.

"Well?" demanded Shannon. "Let's get going, Rushie. Get those
gross sweat pants off and get into your delivery bitch uniform. I
don't have a lot of patience for bullshit tonight."

Jessica looked up from the swimsuit to the three girls, her
stomach tied in knots. Were they going to just stand there and
watch her change? Jessica had always been very shy about dressing
in public. Even when she had been on the volleyball team, had
always sought out the most sheltered corner of the locker room
and timed the order of her dressing to leave as little exposed at
a time as she could.

"Let's go, Rushie!" Shannon shouted exasperated, "Or I'll have
Teresa and Vicky here pull down your pants for you, then I'm
gonna paddle your bare ass bright red and send you out to make
your delivery buck naked!"

Jessica's heart quickened, and she began fumbling ineffectually
with the swimsuit, her mind momentarily unable to grapple with
anything except the terrifying thoughts of having these girls
forcibly undress her, of them spanking her with that paddle in
front of her roommate, of being sent outside naked. But she tried
to remind herself that it was just to scare her. They wouldn't do
any of that. Would they?

Meanwhile, Jessica's roomate's attention had been attracted by
Shannon's raised voice. She looked over at them and popped one of
the headphones discreetly off one ear. Shannon made eye contact
with her.

"Hey you, if your roommate doesn't start obeying instructions
pretty quick. We're gonna have to bend her over this bed right
here and give her a thorough paddling. That's not gonna disturb
you, is it?"

Jessica's roommate shrugged, clearly scornful of these
humiliating hazing rituals but just wanting to keep out of it.
"Whatever," she said and went back to her computer.

Jolted by the sound of the paddle smacking against Shannon's
palm, Jessica quickly but shakily grabbed the bottom of her
T-shirt and pulled it over her head. Prepared for bed, Jessica
had not been wearing a bra, and her naked breasts, dragged upward
by the motion of the shirt, bounced back down when the material
was pulled free and jiggled momentarily before finding their
equilibrium. Jessica, feeling the eyes of the three Thetas on her
body, immediately reached up to shield herself with her free
forearm. As she turned to toss her shirt down on her bed, she
heard one of the girls grunt with a tone of gruding appreciation.

"Wow, you gotta admit, those are some nice boobs," she muttered
to her sister.
"Seriously. Did you see that bounce? Buh-dong-dong. Totally hot,"
said the other.

There wasn't much malice in the comments, but Jessica still
blushed to hear her body discussed that way. She tried to focus
on getting changed as quickly as possible. She grabbed the bikini
top and slid it under her protective forearm, centering the
triangles over her nipples and holding them in place while her
free hand guided the straps over her shoulders. She faltered, and
the top went momentarily slack, causing her right breast to pop
obscenely into view.
"Aw, little Rushie can't quite dress herself," Shannon taunted,
"Let me do it, or we'll be here all night."

Shannon stepped behind Jessica and took over. She reached around
and grabbed Jessica's exposed breast, more roughly than
necessary, and stuffed it inside the bikini. Jessica let out a
short gasp at the sudden, unexpected invasion but otherwise said
nothing. Shannon pulled back on the strings, causing Jessica's
breasts to lift and pushing them together ever so slightly.
Shannon pulled even tighter, and Jessica's cleavage swelled, her
spherical breasts hoisted up at a gravity-defying-angle by the
taut blue-green material. Once Shannon had pulled the bikini top
as tight as she could, she tied it off and stepped back.

Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror hanging from
the inside of the dorm-room door. Her boobs spilled out on either
side of their small, triangular harnesses, and Jessica even noted
that the underside of her breasts were visible, bulging out from
underneath the turquoise cradles that kept them suspended above
their natural resting points. She couldn't go outside wearing
this. She just couldn't.

At the sound of another slap of the paddle against Shannon's
palm, Jessica tore herself away from the mirror. The three girls
were all looking at her expectantly. She looked down at the
bikini bottoms lying next to her shirt on the bed. Suddenly, she
regretted the decision to do her top first, since she now
realized how exposed she was about to be once she took off her
sweat pants. But it was too late now. She glanced briefly at her
roommate to see if she was looking. Thankfully, she wasn't. One
less audience member, at least. Avoiding any eye contact, Jessica
slipped her thumbs inside the waistband of her sweats and pulled
them downwards, past her panty-clad crotch, over her white thighs
and all the way down to the floor, where she had to bend down to
ease the elastic over her ankles. She stood back up, acutely
aware of how naked she was. With a deep breath, she grabbed her
panties and began to peel those too down her legs.

Jessica turned slightly to the side as she slid her panties down,
so that her bush would not be front and center towards the three
girls who continued to stare at her with unapologetic directness.
When her panties fell past her knees, she straightened up and
covered her crotch with her hand, allowing her underwear to fall
to the ground. Kicking the panties off, she grabbed for the
bikini bottom as quickly as she could, nearly tripping over
herself as she stepped into the leg holes and yanked it up over
her naked crotch and ass.

It was as tight as the top. Almost certainly not her size. She
had to tug to get the material high enough on her waist just to
cover up her ass crack and the tops of her pubes, the latter of
which she was horrified to see were still visible peeking out
from behind the turquoise bikini bottom. Jessica tried to
discreetly stuff the blonde hairs back down inside as best she
could.

Again, she risked a glance towards the mirror. She was prepared
for what she would see, but it was still disorienting to see
herself in such a revealing bathing suit, so far from a beach and
surrounded by these other fully clothed women. She looked like
she should be preparing for a modeling shoot or about to don a
sash for a beauty pageant swimsuit competition. Instead, she
knew, she was about to be forced to travel across a college
campus and knock on a frat house door.

Shannon let out a low whistle and began to walk slowly around
behind Jessica, ostentatiously evaluating her body.

"Yeah, those Sigs are gonna hit the roof when they get a look at
this slut," Shannon said.

Slut? Jessica recoiled at the word. Yes, that's what she would
look like, showing up at the doorstep of this house full of boys
practically naked. She felt her face flush at the thought. They
wouldn't make her do that, would they? They were just faking her
out, right?

"Alright, delivery bitch, grab that basket and get your ass over
to the Sig House."

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