Haylee Johnson sat in her car outside the Punishment Center. She hadn't slept well, tossing and turning on her friend's couch, as she wondered what was about to happen. Unlike most people sentenced to corporal punishment, she had no idea what was in store for her when she went inside.
Her life had been turned upside down the last month. Everything had been going well before then. Last spring, she had been elected Rush Chairman for her sorority Gamma Alpha Gamma. When she came back from summer break for her senior year, she was excited for the challenge of organizing all the festivities to add a new generation of freshman to the sisterhood, plus she knew it looked good on her resume.
Everything had gone well through the early rush period. The house had hosted socials and hundreds of girls had went in and out of the house's doors meeting and greeting all the sisters. After a couple of hectic weeks, the sorority had extended invitations to twelve young women who all accepted. For the rest of the semester they would be probational members, or probies, of the sorority and would join as full members if they met all the requirements.
The requirements weren't even that bad. It wasn't like what the fraternities do with their pledges where they treat them like slaves or make them drink too much or wake them up in the middle of the night for trips to the gym. The sorority probies only had to follow a dress code a few days a week like wearing the sorority's colors on Mondays or sundresses on Fridays and they had to learn the history of the sorority.
It was during one of the history quizzes that Haylee had gotten herself into trouble. All the probies were sitting on the floor of the main room of the sorority house while the sisters sat on the couches or stood over them. They were split into four teams and Haylee and the other officers were taking turns asking them questions like when the sorority was founded or who was the Vice President seven years ago. The questions got harder and harder because the girls were meant to fail, eventually, but this group of probies was smart and lasted a long time until one group, the team of Taylor, Jessica, and Morgan, couldn't remember the year that the sorority moved into its current house.
There were "ooos" from the assembled women, because Haylee had talked up the mystery punishment that would befall the team that got the first one wrong. The three freshman who had lost were ordered to stand in the center of the room while Haylee revealed the news. She presented a wooden paddle, painted in the sorority colors, pink background and lime green Greek letters.
The three freshmen could guess what would happen as soon as the paddle was shown to them, but they were still made to stand there with their peers and sweat while Haylee talked. Haylee told the story of the paddle which, supposedly, had been in use for a few decades. Haylee told it the same way that she had heard it when she was a freshman, though she doubted its veracity. She knew it was a silly tradition, but the girls were never hit very hard and it built community among the probies and gave another link to sisters who had graduated years before.
Haylee, herself, had never been spanked when she joined the sorority. She had always been a good girl, fastidious about always following the rules. Still, she thought it was a benign, if a little silly, tradition that helped some of the tight-laced eighteen-year olds to loosen up and live the fun college life.
Taylor, Jessica, and Morgan were all athletic blondes wearing today's uniform: a pink sorority t-shirt and short jean skirt. The sorority wasn't the most elite sorority and accepted a lot of different types of people. Haylee was black and rounder than she'd like, but that had never stopped her from climbing the sorority ranks. The three freshmen, though, had drifted together as they were the most stereotypical sorority girls of all the probies this semester.
"So, any volunteers for first?" Haylee had asked.
Taylor had raised her hand asking, "What do I do?"
"Turn around and grab your ankles."
Taylor complied and assumed the position with her ankles together and her knees just slightly bent.
Haylee kept to the script that she had seen each of the last three years, turning to the sisters, she had asked, "What am I forgetting?"
"That's not her ass! That's her skirt!" the president, Jocelyn, responded.
"Right. Taylor, roll your skirt up so I can have a good target."
Taylor, who, in fact, had a slight smirk on her face, stood up and pulled her skirt hem up over her hips revealing a black thong and toned round cheeks. She bent back over giving the sisters behind her an eye-full of only a triangle of black fabric covering her pussy and a string disappearing into her crack.
Haylee delivered three quick whacks,
pop. pop, pop,
to her backside leaving her no worse for wear. Jessica and Morgan soon survived their semi-embarrassing moments, revealing pink and sunflower covered panties, respectively, and Haylee moved on, thinking nothing terrible had happened. The three of them didn't seem bothered and they said it was "fun" and "exciting." In fact, using their need for more rigorous study as an excuse, Taylor, Jessica, and Morgan were the first to be given a "Big," a sophomore who would be their friend and confidante, which was supposed to be a big honor.
The rest of the night had gone off without a hitch, but the next afternoon everything had went to shit for Haylee. She was done with classes for the day when there was a knock on the door of the sorority house and a sister called Haylee down to talk to a police officer. Apparently one of the probational members, not Taylor, Jessica, or Morgan, but one of the girls who hadn't been spanked had made a complaint to the university and the university had called the police.
After that, everything had gone way too fast for Haylee to remember the details. The spanking had been on Thursday, she had talked to the officer on Friday, and on Monday she had been ordered to deliver herself to the local police station for questioning. Rumors had been spreading over the weekend and the sorority had cancelled events over the weekend. The three girls who had been spanked promised to defend Haylee as well as Jocelyn and the Vice-President, Tara, who were also implicated, however two of the probies, Mary-Catherine and Juana, quit and everyone guessed it was one of them who had complained.
Haylee had immediately called her dad after speaking to the police officer on Friday, so on Monday she already had a lawyer. Initially, she had been threatened with sexual assault and battery, but none of the three girls who she had spanked agreed to cooperate with the police. However, they still had her on hazing, which was a crime by itself and the two girls who complained wanted to charge her with sexually harassment because they were made to watch.
Haylee's whole life was flashing in front of her during this whole process. Sexual assault and battery could have sent her to jail and even sexual harassment could have landed her on a list where it would be hard for her to ever get a good job. She studied Psychology and Education; she was going to be a teacher. No way they were ever going to let her near children with that on her record.
Plus, her entire social circle was disintegrating. The national board of Gamma Alpha Gamma, a bunch of alums, who really only cared about collecting dues and getting donations, suspended her and the other two officers from the sorority without ever hearing their side of the story. She couldn't stay in the house after that, which is why she was staying on a friend's couch for the rest of the semester. So far, she was relieved the school wasn't threatening to kick her out in an effort to be tough on hazing.
Luckily, after a bunch of negotiations with the prosecutors, Haylee's lawyer had worked out a deal. In exchange for the dropping of the sexual harassment charges, Haylee agreed to be a part of an experimental punishment group. In the last couple years, the Punishment Codes had been implemented across the country, subjecting low level criminals to embarrassing and painful corporal punishments. Haylee had been warned that she could be subject to these and she had been threated by the prosecutors that they would recommend high level punishments like electroshock punishment. Instead, though, Haylee was going to be subjected to an unknown punishment that was in development. Her lawyer had received assurances from the court that the severity was similar to what Jocelyn and Tara had received which was a caning to their backsides.
Other than that relative level of severity, Haylee had no idea what was about to happen as she locked her car and headed toward the entrance. She knew that criminals usually received a giant stack of papers with directions for how to dress and what to expect, but all she had gotten was a date and time.
The Punishment Center in this little town was really the refurbished basements of the courthouse, unlike the newly built Punishment Centers made of granite and marble that existed in some of the bigger cities. Even without that pomp, it was scary. She shivered, and she didn't think it was the fall weather that was beginning to set in.
She had tried to imagine what might be in store for her, but she wasn't very creative when it came to this kind of thing. She couldn't figure out what was like a caning but still experimental. Copies of the punishment codes were online, now, and she'd learned that spanking, whipping, cropping, and flogging were already on the books, so she expected them to be testing some other implement.
