Chapter 4: Let's Spank Him First

Continued from chapter 3:

Avonlea looks down at me, held prisoner by four feminine hands.

“Ero dear, are you ready to do what is required to be accepted by us this evening?”

I don’t have much choice in the matter. I don’t know where any of my clothes are, and it’s snowing outside. I might as well let the girls have their fun, and who knows, maybe I’ll get something out of it too.

“Yes, Avonlea. Please initiate me. Please make me one of the girls so I can be accepted into your sisterhood for the evening.”

Gasps and giggles ripple through the group. Even Avonlea tries to stifle a grin, biting her lip seductively.

“Let him up, sisters.” The hands holding me in place release their grip.

“Crawl to me and kneel before me, Ero. Maintain eye contact while you do it.”

Chapter 4:

I let myself get lost in the deep, dark brown pools of Avonlea’s eyes as I crawl toward her, the cold air against my skin sending shivers down my spine.

“Kneel, both knees,” she commands, gently. I obey, my heart racing.

“Okay, ladies, let’s make a sister out of this mister. Mia? Brooklyn? Jammies, lingerie—the silkier and girly, the better. Erica? You’re on panty duty. See if you can find Ero a pair of silk, frilly panties. Bianca? Your initiation paddle, please.”

An audible gasp ripples through the room, followed by an eruption of giggles.

The girls scatter like leaves in the wind, racing to fulfill their assignments with gleeful abandon. Mia and Brooklyn return moments later, arms laden with a dizzying array of silky, frilly pajamas in every pastel color imaginable. They hold up garments for inspection, giggling at the sheer femininity of it all.

“Ooh, how about these lavender lace tap pants and camisole top, Ero?” Mia suggests, dangling a pair of scandalously short, delicate underwear.

“They’d look adorable on you!”

Brooklyn shakes her head, smirking as she produces an even skimpier pair.

“Nah, I’m thinking about this baby blue chemise with the bows. Really complete the ‘girl’ look, you know?”

Meanwhile, Erica sashays back into view, holding up a scrap of black lace and satin boyshorts, twirling it on her finger.

“Ta-da!”

I kneel there, hands on my head, my face burning with humiliation. The girls take turns holding up pajamas and lingerie to me, imagining how they will look on my fit body.

I can only cringe at the thought of how embarrassing this will be, especially when Bianca comes downstairs, grinning an apologetic smile, patting a long, thick wooden paddle against her hand. The sorority letters and decorative embellishments on the paddle hint at its storied past.

Avonlea, my captor, holds my chin in her hand, smiling down on me victoriously. Her fingers tighten slightly on my chin, tilting my face up to meet her intense gaze. Her dark brown eyes bore into mine, filled with an unsettling blend of mischief and curiosity.

When my eyes grow warm and begin to water, she brushes her thumb gently across my lower lip, almost tenderly.

“Shh, none of that now,” she whispers, her voice low and commanding.

“You said you wanted to be one of us, didn’t you, Ero? Well, this is how it’s done.”

She releases my chin and steps back, gesturing grandly to the lingerie parade surrounding us. The atmosphere is thick with anticipation.

“So, what’ll it be, girls? Which lucky lady gets to dress our new sister for her first night among us?”

Mia and Brooklyn continue their fashion show, holding up increasingly skimpy and revealing options. A sheer babydoll nightie sways playfully in Mia's hands, its delicate fabric shimmering under the soft light.

Brooklyn presents a pair of satin cheeky panties, the fabric gliding sensually over her fingers. She then showcases a corset and garter belt set, the intricate lace and satin promising both allure and restraint.

Laughter fills the air as the girls titter and tease, clearly enjoying my predicament immensely. Their excitement is palpable, each playful jab directed at me underscored by a sense of camaraderie.

Bianca returns, her cheeks flushed with excitement. Clutched in her hands is a paddle, along with a handful of silk handkerchiefs.

“I found these in my mom’s closet,” she says breathlessly.

“For if, you know, he can’t take a paddling and wants to try to be a naughty little wiggle worm…”

Her words hang in the air, both playful and slightly ominous. I feel a rush of adrenaline mixed with apprehension. The night is just beginning, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m on the brink of something transformative.

Avonlea pauses, a thoughtful look on her face, as if she's weighing her options carefully.

"Let's spank him first," she decides, her voice filled with a mix of authority and curiosity.

"We'll all take a turn. Bianca, bring the bench over here. That full-length mirror seems like the perfect spot."

Bianca hurriedly retrieves an elegant, velvet-padded bench from the corner. She positions it precisely in front of the full-length mirror, its ornate frame reflecting the dim light of the room. The other girls surround me, their laughter echoing as they guide me towards the bench. I'm directed to bend over, my forearms and knees pressing into the plush velvet.

Cool satin handkerchiefs wrap around my wrists and ankles, securing me to the bench on my forearms and knees, back arched, bottom up. I sink slightly into the velvet padding beneath me, trying to find a comfortable position despite the **** situation.

The bench is wide, allowing the girls to spread my knees apart, leaving me even more exposed. They tie my knees securely apart, using two handkerchiefs linked together, passing the silk under the bench and pulling it taut. There's no slack left, no room to move. I'm helpless, bound and spread wide, my backside presented to them, completely at their mercy.

To be continued in chapter 5...