to Tradition

Under the harsh glare of the porch light, Jessica Reese, Holly Levine, and Ava Dawson stand huddled together, their Mt. Oread University cheerleading uniforms offer little protection against the brisk October night. The doorstep of the Pomeroy Panthers' sorority mansion is not where they imagined they'd be after tonight's disastrous football game.

Pomeroy had completely thrashed Mt. Oread from the start, winning the game by a staggering score of 72-0. The cheers from the stadium echoed into the night, a chorus of,

“Spank, the Hawks! Spank, Spank the Hawks!”

This chant rose to a fever pitch as the final horn sounded, buoyed by the triumphant grin of Brielle Lovelace and her Panther squad.

Tradition is tradition, and the bet was clear: the losing team's cheer captains belonged to the winners for the weekend.

Jessica, a tall, athletic senior, looks at her co-captains, Holly and Ava, both seniors as well.

"Are you ready, girls?" she asks, trying to keep her voice steady.

Holly and Ava nod, their faces pale but resolute. Jessica takes a deep breath and rings the doorbell. A chorus of giggles and shrieks echoes from within, sending a shiver down the spines of the Mt. Oread trio.

The door swings open to reveal a sea of Pomeroy cheerleaders, their faces flushed with victory and anticipation. Brielle Lovelace, the Panthers' cheer captain, steps forward. Her green eyes sparkle with triumph as she looks the Mt. Oread girls up and down.

"Well, well, if it isn't the lovely ladies of Mt. Oread!" Brielle exclaims, her voice a rich purr.

"We've been waiting for you."

Jessica lifts her chin defiantly.

"We're here as agreed, Brielle. But let's not forget, this was just a silly bet. It doesn't change anything between our schools or squads."

Brielle laughs, a tinkling sound that sends a shiver down Jessica's spine.

"Oh, poor sweet Jessica, your team got spanked tonight, belt to ass. You bet on your team and lost. Now tradition dictates, that you three belong to us this weekend. We have big plans for all three of you, don't we, ladies?"

Behind Brielle, the other Pomeroy Panther cheerleaders clap, cheer, and laugh, their eyes gleaming with excitement. Jessica, Holly, and Ava hang their heads in defeat as Brielle steps aside, gesturing for them to enter.

"Come on in, girls. The party's just getting started," Brielle says, her voice laced with promise and threat.

The Pomeroy co-captains, Gretchen Porter and Nancy Sinclair, both juniors, corral Holly and Ava, seniors, holding their hands and skipping as they lead them. Brielle is resplendent in a rich red satin short robe with lace trim, and as Jessica takes in the room, she realizes they have arrived at what looks like a satin pajama and lingerie slumber party.

Every girl on the Pomeroy squad is decked out in satin pajama sets, robes, and cami and shorts sets. Holly and Ava squirm uncomfortably, all too aware of their cheerleading uniforms, the short skirts, and their spankies—cheerleader undershorts—beneath them.

As the Mt. Oread cheerleaders are ushered into the lavishly decorated living room, their eyes widen at the sight before them. The entire Pomeroy cheerleading squad lounges on plush couches and chairs, drinking hard seltzers, cocktails, and cold beer.

The air is thick with the mingled scents of expensive perfume and something darker, more primal. Brielle leads Jessica to the center of the room, her arm linked possessively with the taller girl's. She turns to face her captive audience, a wicked glint in her eye.

Brielle, a sophomore who has inexplicably risen to the rank of cheer captain, links arms with a senior from the rival cheerleading squad and leads her to the living room. The rest of the Pomeroy cheerleading squad awaits, their grins eager and predatory.

"Ladies, our esteemed guests have arrived!" Brielle announces. "Let's give them a warm Pomeroy welcome, shall we?"

The room erupts in catcalls, whistles, and lewd suggestions. Jessica's face flushes with embarrassment and indignation as she looks around the room. Brielle pats a plush armchair invitingly.

“Have a seat, darling. Make yourself comfortable—you'll be here a while,” Brielle purrs with a wink.

Jessica hesitates before sitting stiffly, her face flushed with embarrassment and indignation. Meanwhile, Gretchen and Nancy guide Holly and Ava to a low velvet chaise. They sit the taller girls down and perch on either side, running appreciative hands over the fabric of their cheer skirts.

“Mmm, aren't these uniforms just precious?” Gretchen coos.

She pulls Holly in for snuggles, forcing the senior to sit on her lap, stroking her hair, kissing her on the nose.

“Freshmen! Bring our guests some drinks!” she claps.

The freshmen, a flurry of satin and lace, rush to obey. Holly is uncomfortable with Gretchen's behavior but doesn't dare refuse her advances. It can always get worse.

The freshmen return with the drinks, and it would appear that Nancy is in charge of Ava for the weekend. Ava sits in Nancy's lap and nervously takes small sips from the cocktail Nancy keeps bringing up to her lips. Brielle grins up at Jessica with a megawatt smile.

“I guess that just leaves you and me, babe.”

Brielle pats the rich red satin barely covering her lap expectantly, smiling up at the uncomfortable senior girl. As Jessica begins to sit, Brielle stops her, giggling.

“No, no, you silly goose, not on my lap. Bend over it, please.”

Jessica's eyes widen in shock at Brielle's brazen command.

“B-bend over your lap? But—”

Brielle cuts her off with a sharp laugh.

“Don't tell me the great Jessica Reese is going to be a bad sport now? After all that trash talk on the field? I thought you were made of tougher stuff.”

Around the room, the Pomeroy cheerleaders watch with bated breath, eager to see how their nemesis will respond. Some smirk knowingly, others lean forward in anticipation. Holly squirms uncomfortably in Gretchen's lap, her face burning with humiliation as the younger girl continues to paw at her. Gretchen whispers hotly in her ear.

“Just relax, Holly. This is happening whether you like it or not. Might as well make the best of it.”

Jessica's eyes widen in shock at Brielle's brazen request. Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as she processes the implication.

“Excuse me? I don't think—”

But Brielle cuts her off with a tinkling laugh, her green eyes sparkling with mischief and barely concealed desire.

“Oh come now, Jess. Don't be shy! We had a deal, remember? Your team lost, and now you owe us. And right now, I'm asking you to bend over my lap like a good girl. It will be better this way.”

“Be a brave girl, a good girl, and bend over my lap, sweetie. You don't want to be a naughty girl, do you? Brave girls get their spankies in private. Naughty girls get filmed...”

The other Pomeroy cheerleaders watch with rapt attention, some giggling behind their hands, others leaning forward eagerly to see what will happen next. The air is thick with tension and anticipation. Gretchen has hiked up Holly's skirt and has one hand down the front of her spankies, the outline of her wiggling fingers visible as she plays with her captive.Her other hand is under Holly's cheer vest, playing with Holly's nipples between her thumb and forefinger.

Nancy has placed Ava on her back, between her own legs, Ava's legs splayed open, her feet on Nancy's shoulders like she is about to get her diaper changed. Nancy has removed Ava's spankies and placed them in Ava's mouth. Ava's pubic mound, dusted with short brown hair, glistens as Nancy's fingers dance across it, playing with her folds, flicking her clitoris.

Brielle grins up at Jessica, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Jessica, it’s time."

She pats the rich red satin barely covering her lap expectantly.

Jessica's eyes widen in horror, her eyes swimming with tears. Surely this can’t be happening to her. Not in front of all these other girls.

"B-Brielle, please…"

Around the room, the Pomeroy cheerleaders watch with bated breath, eager to see how their nemesis will respond. Some smirk knowingly, others lean forward in anticipation.

To be continued in chapter 2...