Author's Note: Years ago I read an erotic story similar to what I wrote below. I've looked and searched and can no longer find it. Below is my attempt to recreate the journey I enjoyed reading. If any reader sees any similarity, please comment and/or e-mail me the link.
Imitation is the highest form of flattery. Here is my imitation:
This time, the Tri Delta Sorority girls would be ready.
Fila Thi was gonna pay, Well, one guy was going to. Whoever they sent over as part of their pledge week rituals was going to pledge to never cross the Tri Delts again!
Each fall a prospective Fila Thi boy would sneak into the Tri Delta House to steal a pair of panties. And each year they somehow succeeded. The boys somehow found a different way in and a different way out each year and would come away with Tri Delta girls underwear while slinking around through laundry baskets for their score.
This year every girl was told to gather up every undergarment and sleep with their panty pile in a pillowcase in their bed. No girl would sleep so soundly that the thief wouldn't get caught.
But their plan was to set a trap. The Tri Delta Sorority girls planned meticulously every detail. They were highly confident the plan would succeed. And a future Fila Thi boy would get some hazing from them in the process.
Their biggest concern wasn't how well the plan was going to work, it was how much time they would get to haze the defenseless boy.
Upstairs room number eight was all set for several nights. The checklist had been reviewed multiple times: window spring-check, spanking stick-check, scissors, lube, strapon, check-check-check and latex gloves-check.
Now all girls had to do was wait until the night Fila Thi struck.
Kirky Spew was clueless. As in lacking the ability to read clues. The perfectly cracked open second story window; the unlocked back door. Hell, even the panties left dangling from the clothes hamper in room eight could've been seen by a critical eye of being planted as a trap.
Oh, he was going to be trapped all right. In just moments.
Kirky was Fila Thi's pledge choice for the 'steal-a-panty' annual tradition. Maybe it was his unusual name or perhaps his lack of awareness. And Kirky was on the hunt Wednesday night. He slipped into the Tri Delta Sorority house's unlocked back door and immediately headed up stairs to the room with the open window he had seen from outside. He couldn't believe his luck and couldn't wait to boast of the panties in the laundry hamper right by the open bedroom window. It was so dark, he couldn't see if anyone was sleeping in the bunk beds. To him, it didn't matter. He was (almost) out. His legs were on the roof shingles and he was sticking his head and torso through the cracked window, leaving only his buttocks and thighs to be free and clear.
But that's not what happened.
It was a trap. And he was snared in it.
Right as he was scooting out, Kirky heard a snap.
It was the window. The top sliding portion came down forcefully and hard and pinned his body in the window frame. His legs, head and upper torso were outside; his butt was pinned inside the window sill. Each time he tried to slide, even a smidgen, the window made a snapping sound and pinned him even tighter. It was like the ratchet of unforgiving handcuffs when they tighten.
Kirky was thoroughly stuck and within seconds now--ironically--he could begin to read the clues that his capture was by design.
The sorority girls sprung into action. First it was Susan with the scissors. She inserted the cool lower blade between Kirky's waist and belt area of his paints. The fabric shears quickly cut away his pants and his boxers from his body. Susan traced a "U" from waistline to thigh to thigh to waistline prepared to have a completely naked butt exposed on the inside of the window. She would've been successful, except Kirky was wearing a low cut rose-red thong that managed to escape the fabric scissors first pass through their journey.
"What the fuck? A girl's thong?"
After the giggles, the girls couldn't waste time analyzing the thong and in three quick snips the thong was gone. Kirky's lily white ass was ready for target practice.
As Susan removed the thong, to prepare for his bare butt spanking, she noticed a pleasant surprise.
"Look everybody! His testicles are trapped on the INSIDE of the window! How lucky is that?"
No one turned on any lights. Only the outside street lighting illuminated the scene.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Each of the five girls who got elected and selected for 'Operation Panty Payback,' were spanking Kirky's white exposed butt hard with their specially selected spanking stick.
The girls could hear his muffled grimacing responses while turning his white ass pink. The great thing about the spanking stick is it didn't leave welts but produced an incredible sting. No one was going to forget this night. Especially Kirky Spew.
Kirky was texting for help. He pulled his phone out to let the brothers know he was stuck. He tried to stay quiet because he was trespassing and didn't want to get caught by campus police for stealing.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
How wonderful this was for the girls. Finally, feeling retribution for this and previous thefts and a Fila Thi butt getting spanked hard to a deeper and deeper red hue.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Each of the girls were making their mark. The helpless boy was getting an intense butt spanking, deservedly so.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
