We were all instructed to get out of our clothes, put on the robe in our room and come down to the living room. I thought this is a weird way to start life in a sorority. I should back up, just a little.
Although I am now in my thirties, then I was just beginning my freshman year. It was Rush Week, when all the fraternities and sororities recruited members. Sigma Iota Omicron was different. It didn't recruit or accept pledges; it just invited special members to join. If you agreed, then you were accepted—provided you completed orientation, lived by the rules and never complained about them.
My mother was a SIO, and so I was a legacy. Of the seven girls now assembled in the living room wearing only a terrycloth robe, four were legacies. The other three were a tall black girl, an Asian, and a beautiful red head with a delightful Irish brogue.
We were instructed to take a seat on the hard backed dinning room chairs lined up facing the room. The other SIO's were seated on the couches, chairs and cushions on the floor. There were twenty-five other girls with a mix of hair colors, skin colors and body styles. The one thing in common was they were all gorgeous.
A tall, blond entered the room accompanied by two other girls. She took her place in front of us with her back to the rest of the room.
"Welcome to SIO. You are now a Recruit. If you complete the orientation, you will be a younger sister for your freshman year. Then, you will be a sister, like the rest of the girls in this room. As a sister you will pledge eternal loyalty to your other sisters and to SIO."
The tall blond looked around at all the other girls and we smiled broadly at her. She continued, "I am your big sister. Other sororities have presidents, you have a big sister. You may call me Big Sister Julie. You may call the other girls Sister. As, Sister Annie on my left and Sister Kaitlin on my right."
"Our mission at SIO is to help you become the most successful women possible. Your initiation—we prefer to call it orientation-- is really training. We will help you understand how to use all that you possess in physical, mental and psychic beauty to become successful. Your brains, your talents, your personality, and yes, your body and your looks will be addressed so you know how to use each to reach the top of your chosen fields."
Big Sister Julie smiled at us, and we all began to believe her. I knew that my mother was incredibly successful. She was a psychiatrist in private practice, served one day a week in a low income clinic, was on a couple non-profit boards, and was recently elected to the board of one our state's largest banks. In addition, she was the coolest mom I knew.
When we talked about this college and SIO, my mom told me to be prepared to stretch myself, learn new things about myself and others, to experience incredible new adventures and to embrace the whole experience—no matter how intimidating it may be. She smiled and said after the first year, she and I would have a "sister to sister" talk, and I could ask her the million questions she knew I would have by then.
Julie looked at us and began again. "Some of you may have heard the term, shave-tailed recruits. It comes from the military and means brand new recruits. Now, that's what you girls are going to be--shaved-tail recruits." Julie smiled once more showing perfect white teeth. "Now, girls, please stand and drop your robes."
We all looked at each other, probably thinking the same thing. "She wants us to stand naked in front of the entire sorority?"
Julie said it again, this time without a smile. "Girls, you have to learn the First Rule for recruits. Whenever I or any sister gives you an order, you must obey. Obey at once and without hesitation. If you do, you will find this orientation time valuable; if you do not, you will find the consequences will be valuable, but certainly not as pleasant. So, girls, drop your robes."
I, like the others, slowly undid the sash, opened the robe and let it fall to the floor. There we were, seven totally nude eighteen year old girls standing in front of a room of beautiful and fully clothed older girls.
"Well, done, Recruits. And, my suspicions have been confirmed. Please take a look at each other and then answer me why you are all unqualified to be considered shave-tailed recruits for SIO?"
Shyly we turned our heads and checked out the other naked girls. I was standing between the tall black girl and the red headed Irish lass. I looked at the black girl, who had to be at least 6'2". She had large breasts that were a café au lait color in contrast to the dark coffee skin on her face, arms and legs. Her enormous breasts stood up as if by some invisible force. Her nipples were dark chocolate and were centered in slightly milk chocolate areolas. She had a six pack stomach, accented by a gold belly button ring. Her legs were long and shapely, with clearly defined muscles. Her butt was wide, but looked firm. She had a thick patch of dark, wiry hair between her legs that was shaped into a wide rectangle.
The red head was about my height, 5'7", with incredibly curly hair cascading over her shoulders. Her skin was milky white with a covering of freckles reaching from her forehead, over her shoulders and fading out as they reached her blindingly white breasts. Her breasts were average sized with sort of a teardrop look. She had a tiny areola with a small rosebud nipple on each. She was not muscular like the black girl, but had a nice shape with wide hips and freckled covered legs. Her pubic hair was an outrageous tangle of red curls that spread out onto her thighs and poked up toward her navel.
They both checked me out to see my short cropped brunette hair, done to accent my long neck. I had small breasts, 32A, with puffy nipples on top of rose colored areolas. Being small, my breasts and nipples stood firmly on my chest. I have narrow hips and shapely legs. My own private area is a dark patch of silk, trimmed but not shaved.
We quickly looked over the other naked Recruits and noticed that they all had different shapes and sizes of breasts, legs, butts and torsos. I then realized what we all had in common, and what Big Sister Julie was probably referring to.
"So," Julie asked? "Why are you Recruits non-compliant?"
No one spoke for a minute, then I slowly raised my hand.
Julie asked me my name. "Andy—short for Andrea," I replied.
"Well, Recruit Andy, what's the answer?"
I gulped and said in a timid voice, "Is it because we all have, um, you know, like, um, hairy pussies"
The other Sisters laughed. "Exactly, Recruit Andy'" said Julie. "So, the first thing is to take care of this problem. I want you to pair up and help each other out. And, I mean you are not to groom yourself, one of your fellow recruits will do you and then you can return the favor. Then you can put your robes back on and come down for your first education session."
Again, I raised my hand. Julie frowned, but nodded in my direction. "Uh, Julie,..."
"Big Sister Julie," she corrected.
"Sorry, Big Sister Julie, uh, couldn't we each just sorta take care of ourselves?"
"Recruit Andy, you are really helpful today. First, you enlightened your fellow recruits on why they can't be considered shave-tails, now you give us a splendid opportunity to instruct your fellow recruits on the First Rule, which is?"
Julie's eyes burned into mine. I felt my throat go dry and tried to remember what she said just a couple minutes ago. I shook my head like an idiot.
Julie grinned, but it was not a happy grin. "Step forward, Recruit Andy."
I took a shaky step toward her. Julie put her hand out to Sister Kaitlin, who handed her a ping-pong paddle.
"Turn around, Recruit Andy, and face your Sister Recruits." I did so and heard Julie speaking from behind me. "The First Rule is to always obey an order from a Sister. Do you remember now?"
"Yes, Jul...Big Sister Julie."
"Good. Now, Recruit Andy, please spread your legs."
Feeling vulnerable, but afraid to disobey, I spread my legs a couple inches, anticipating what was to come.
"Farther," said Julie.
I spread them farther and then felt the edge of the paddle pushing against the inside of my thighs. I spread my legs farther, until I thought I might lose my balance.
"Bend over and grab your calves," instructed Julie.
I complied, realizing how exposed my backside was to Julie and all the girls sitting behind me.
"Lovely," spoke Julie. I felt what I thought must be the handle of the paddle move up the inside of my right thigh and then stop at my exposed lips. The handle outlined their shape and nudged them open. I felt completely exposed, mortified and a bit turned on.
"Lovely," repeated Julie. "Sisters, doesn't Recruit Andy have a beautiful little puss winking at us?" There were murmurs of agreement from the girls. I then felt the bat being balanced on my lower back and soft hands feeling my butt cheeks. The hands spread my cheeks exposing my anus to the crowd. I heard a couple oohs and then felt a finger poking at my tightly puckered opening, which had only had things coming out and never anything in the other direction. I tensed even more as the digit slightly probed my rear. Finally, my cheeks were released and I gave a small sigh of relief.
That relief exploded in the next second when I felt the sharp smack of the paddle on my bare ass. Before I could do more than gasp, there were five more whacks, a total of three on each cheek. I cried out and stood up.
"Did I give you permission to stand up, Recruit Andy?"
I was softly rubbing my throbbing ass and holding back tears. I sniffled a reply of "No."
"Then, please resume the position." Dreading the outcome, I obeyed. Without warning, I felt six more attacks on my butt, and even sensed the pain in my exposed pussy lips.
This time I could not control my tears and openly started sobbing.
"Now, Recruit Andy, please stand up and face me."
I straightened and turned toward Julie. I heard a low murmur from the six Recruits behind me as they gazed at my ass that must be beet red now.
"What is the First Rule?"