Spanking the bitch boy

“ON THE FUCKING FLOOR, FRESHMAN!”  I screamed at my drooling fool.  Freshman subbie fell at my feet, and I playfully kicked his face with my French-pedicured toes, giggling like….well, the sorority brat I’ve always been.  “Yah, kiss my feet, freshman.”  And he did.  I looked down at him with derision.  “Looks like you’ve been caught taking a shortcut across the Greek houses after dark, and there’s a punishment for being found in the Senior part of campus.  And you know what that is, loser?”  He just stammered and squirmed, like a fly caught deliciously in my web.  I grabbed the paddle with both hands and moved quickly to freshman-subbie’s rear side.  On the television screen, a group of senior guys and girls had an unfortunate sobbing freshman up against a fence.  As the first ruthless senior pulled back to swat him, I pulled back myself, gripping the paddle tight like a baseball bat, waiting impatiently to see him cry like the guy on television.

SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!  Subbie took his paddling with the television freshman, trying hard to keep his composure.  As the second Senior took the paddle, I geared up for another round:  SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!

CFNM and the crying subbie

As the poor freshman on the television screen sobbed against the fence, my pathetic naked subbie had a sob-fest of his own right there on my floor. “Now grovel at my precious feet, or I’ll call my friends and we’ll all have another turn at you, loser!”  As he slurped up my toes in a disgusting display of submissive whimpering, I quietly took my iphone into my pretty manicured hands and tap-tap-tapped with my thumbs, inviting some other senior guys and girls to bring their paddles through text.

“Yah freshman, let me hear you beg me not to call my friends,” I teased him without any sympathy.  I knew that if loserboy knew that some frat brothers and my sorority sisters were really on the way here, he’d try to escape.  And we couldn’t have that, now could we?  🙂