This is Suzy. I imagine that most of the memories of a bare-bottom paddling at college are fictional, but this one occurred to me when I was a collegial junior in the 1990s. I remember it vividly so have been able to recreate it in some detail with the help of my husband Scott. This is one of those crazy things we did in college that we don't tell our kids.
My college had an award-winning choir that competed against other schools and went to the national choir competition every year, winning in my freshman and senior years. It was a large choir, about eighty students, and you had to audition to get in. I was a good singer and was selected into this competition choir in my freshman year and continued throughout my collegiate career. We had sections based on the part you sang: first soprano, second soprano, first alto, second alto, tenor, baritone, and bass. There were seniors who were chosen by the choir director to be section leaders because of the number of students, the section leaders were delegated quite a bit of authority over the students in their section. Because when forty girls were all putting on our choir robes at the same time, we needed someone to ensure the group was ready on time. Since our choir director was a man, he never came in to the ladies locker room. He did not go in the men's locker room either. He relied on the section leaders to make sure everybody was changing and ready on time.
Over many years, a few traditions had developed that made us a bit more like a fraternity/sorority than a typical collegiate choir. This included some hazing of the new choir members by the seniors, mostly by the section leaders, and that included three swats with a paddle when you got your choir robe for the first time. You put on the robe to cheers from your section, then you bent over, flipped up your robe and got swatted on the bottom over your clothes with a thin Lexan paddle. (They said it stung more than it bruised.) Some of the section leaders just gave you playful swats, but others took the initiation quite seriously and whacked you viciously. I got a full impact whacking my freshman year that brought tears to my eyes.
Our choir robes were made of polyester. They were extremely hot, and nobody wanted to be sweating during a performance. On performance days, we wore light clothing to stay as cool as possible. There were rumors that some singers had stripped down to their underwear, or even gone naked under their robes, which was against policy, and I had never seen it happen in my three years.
My boyfriend, Scott, was also in the choir. In fact, which is where we met. He sang bass and I sang first soprano, and often those two sections sang the same part, which was cool because then we could practice together. We did so often, and as our relationship intensified, we spent as much time sexing as we did singing. We were playing around the night before a choir performance and teasing each other, when Scott said he had a dare. He said,"I dare you to be naked under your choir robe tomorrow night." I grinned and replied, "I will if you will." We talked about how to achieve the dare, since we certainly were not going to undress in front of all the other students in our locker rooms. I got the idea to put on my robe, then suddenly go to the bathroom with my robe on. Take the robe off, strip off my clothes, and put my robe back on. But then what to do with my clothes? I would have four items: blouse, bra, skirt, and panties. My boyfriend would have three, shirt, pants, and underwear. He had socks, too, but we agreed he could keep those on as that might be noticed. He suggested that we stash our clothes in the bathroom in the cabinet under the sink. However, I was concerned that it might be dirty, so I told him I was planning to sneak my clothes back out to the locker room under my robe and find some other place to hide them, like in an unlocked locker. The difficulty there was getting them into the locker and then out of the locker after the concert without anybody seeing. I was not sure what I was going to do, but I was not going to chicken out of a dare!
The next evening, I was extremely nervous. All the singers went in the locker room to get our choir robes out of the huge walk-in closet. I noticed an unlocked locker near the bathroom and left the door to it open. I put my robe on and then slipped into to the bathroom. It was a tight squeeze in the stall to get my choir robe off. I had to hurry because we were going on stage soon. I wiggled out of my clothes and back into the robe when I realized I could only put one arm in the sleeves because I needed the other hand to hold my clothes under the robe. I hoped nobody would notice. I exited the bathroom, saw no one was looking, bent down like I was adjusting my shoe and slipped my clothes under the robe into the locker, closing the door softly. I had done it!
We went out on stage, and I met my boyfriend's eyes as soon as I could. He was grinning and nodded yes. He had done it too! I guess he could have cheated and just said he did, but I believed him, and it was proven later. We performed well, but I was quite bothered by the sticky fabric forming against my naked body was revealing my condition. At one point I was afraid my nipples were showing, and my robe stuck to my derrière instead of flowing straight down. As we exited the stage after the concert, I took a moment to engage my boyfriend backstage.
