Entering the party

Iris rounded the bend and nervously walked to the entrance, where a group of girls were standing. She spotted Cindy among them and waved meekly at her.

"Oh my god Iris, you came!", Cindy squealed. "Does this mean you're ready to be initiated?"

"T-the initiation"?", Iris asked, confused.

"It's kind of needed if you want to join, y'know."

"I-I guess.", Iris replied, smiling. She had heard murmurings about what happened in these things, but she guessed she needed to get it over with. She only hoped it was over quickly.

"Come on, follow me.", said Cindy, leading her inside the building.

They reached a large room, where a small group of girls were standing nervously in the center, surrounded by seniors. Cindy spoke in the ear of one of them, and the senior girl gestured to Iris to join the group. She obeyed, nervous about where this was headed.

The girl in charge clapped her hands loudly, causing the room to quiet down. "We're ready to go!", she shouted, causing some cheers and whooping in the crowd.

"Girls, let's see if you have what it takes. Take off your clothes.", the girl in charge ordered the group.

A wave of panic went through Iris. She saw the other girls take off their tops and leggings, standing uncomfortably in their underwear in the middle of the room. She awkwardly gestured to the girl in charge, who walked up to her.

"I-I'm not wearing underwear.", she whispered in the girl's ear.

"Not my problem.", replied the girl. "Now, you got 10 seconds to take off your clothes yourself, or I ask someone else to do it."

Iris gulped. She awkwardly took off her t-shirt, almost knocking off her glasses in the process. She fumbled to set them right, keenly aware of all eyes in the room on her. She used one hand to keep her chest covered the best she could, using the other to unfasten her skirt and cover her pussy the best she could. She could feel her body turn red with embarrassment.

"Well well well, what do we have here?", she heard the girl in charge say. She closed her eyes, her stomach falling. What on earth was she thinking? She regretted everything at this moment.

"Girl, you're either very brave, or maybe someone told you what happens next. But we'll get to that.", the girl laughed. She gestured to another girl, who handed her a box. The crowd cheered, cries of "Stamp! Stamp!" beginning to form. Iris was too scared to move a muscle, her legs crossed and her hands trying to shield her modesty.

The girl opened the box and revealed a stamp, which she took in her hand to cheers from the crowd. "You know what this means!", she shouted, sending the party into a frenzy.

Iris and the other girls were standing in a row. The girl walked to the other end from her, brandishing the stamp like a hammer. She walked all around a very nervous freshman girl, as if inspecting her. The crowd quieted down, anticipation building in the room. Iris couldn't breathe, her body frozen.

In a sudden movement, the girl in charge grabbed the right breast of the freshman. She brought down the stamp on her bra, causing the nervous freshman to yelp. The next moment, she did the same to the girl's panties, before stepping away as the crowd erupted in cheers.

"Anything stamped is our property. Now take it off!"

The nervous freshman was stunned, the poor girl unable to move, her face on the verge of tears. The crowd began to chant "Take-it-off!" in unison, until she finally complied. Her hands shaking, the girl took off her underwear. Another senior had appeared, a basket in her hand. She deposited the bra and panties inside them.

The process repeated with each girl in the row. Each time, the girl in charge would make a show of stamping the freshman's underwear, who would then need to take it off and deposit it in the basket. The seniors would play around just enough with each one, taking suggestions from the crowd about what to do with the girl before she had to strip.

Iris, last in the queue, gulped nervously as the girl next to her had to endure a spanking before she could strip off her underwear.

"Now what do we have here.", the girl in charge said, setting her eyes on Iris, who closed her eyes. "A clever slut who thinks she can avoid being stamped?"

Iris shook her head - or tried to, for she was paralyzed by the situation.

"What should we do with this slut?", shouted the girl in charge. The crowd began to shout.

"Spank her!", came a voice.

"Make her run the block!", said another.

Iris's mind was racing at a thousand miles per hour as she heard a lot of suggestions - none of them good.

The girl in charge raised her hand, quieting everyone down.

"I know just what to do with her.", she said.