Sorority Guest Part 6
Kim, enthusiastically smiling, bounced up to the front of the room.
"First, I gotta get dressed," she said. She moved to the side and
sorted out her clothes, then donned her blouse, skirt and jacket.
She moved to the table and began unloading stuff. First she put a gold
colored metal plate of about three feet by two feet on the floor with
the short side facing the pledges. There were two footprints outlined
on each end of it. I later found out it was made of copper.
"Get up here, Karyn," she said.
The pretty blonde came forward. I couldn't keep my eyes off the seat of
her tight slacks. She had a very fine ass, shapely, but slim.
"Now, Karyn, you seemed to like heat. You seemed to enjoy giving Brenda
and me a hot seat with that...that... contraption. Well..." Kim bent
under the table and began laboriously dragging out something heavy. It
was a car battery. "...I like electricity." I was mystified. I
couldn't figure out what Kim was planning. She reached into a box and,
carefully withdrawing its contents, said, "And this is my electric
paddle." Karyn gasped, took a step back, and put a tentative hand to
her backside.
Kim displayed her invention to us all. It had a big wooden handle,
bolted to a flat copper colored metal blade that was about four inches
wide, 18 inches long and about a quarter inch thick. Attached to the
back of the handle was a cord of about six feet that connected to a
black box on the table. Another cord extended from the box and ended in
two large alligator clips, the kind found at the end of car jumper
cables.
Kim ceremoniously clipped the ends of the wire to the battery terminals.
She then adjusted a dial on the black box while looking at a gauge on
the front of it. Then she placed her palm against the metal of the
paddle and stepped gingerly onto the plate on the floor with her right
foot. "Okay. Good. It's working." she said.
"Now, I have to give some credit to my boyfriend, Tony, who helped me
with this. We've tested it together and it works great. It's safe,
but, I assure you, very uncomfortable. This will be a wonderful science
demonstration. We're going to see the effect of severe paddling
combined with electricity on the female ass. Specifically, Karyn's
female ass."
She pointed to the black box. "This is a combination transformer and
voltage regulator. The electrical charge comes from the battery and is
adjusted here. By turning this dial I can reduce or increase the
voltage that enters Karyn's butt. The copper plate on the floor acts as
a ground, allowing the current to flow. I am insulated from shock by the wooden
handle--"
Karyn was trembling. "Y-you can't expect me...to--to--"
Very sarcastically, Kim rapidly repeated Audrey's earlier lecture: "But,
Karyn, I'm your SISTER. I know my STUFF. I'd NEVER hurt you! You have
to TRUST me. Remember all that shit, honey? Well, now it's YOUR turn.
Take off your shoes and put your feet on the footprints on the floor
plate."
Karyn spun and faced Audrey, her eyes pleading, "Do I have to, Audrey?"
"Of course," my girlfriend said with a big grin, "this will be fun!"
Karyn rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah, but not for me." She looked down
sadly, then demurely slipped off her heels. She had on some kind of
nylon stockings. She very carefully placed her feet in the outlines on
the plate, which spread her legs about two and a half feet apart.
"Now bend over, dear," Kim said with exaggerated sweetness and a big,
smug smile. Karyn complied and my heartbeat quickened. The seat of her
slacks tightened across her peach-like buttocks, clearly defining her
crack and swelling the seams of her clothing. She put her hands on her
knees, her legs slightly bent. She was in a perfect position to be
swatted.
Kim continued speaking. "Now, Steve told me what the voltages, amps,
etc. were, but I forgot all that stuff." She bent down and put her face
right next to Karyn's and said very distinctly, "I just know it gets
worse as I crank it up." Then she stood up again. "For scientific
purposes, we'll start off at a low setting, with clothing on..." Kim
adjusted the dial carefully, "...then bring up the current and slowly
strip the subject of all protection. Now, Karyn, I want you to
concentrate on how this feels, because we want a detailed report from
you."
With that, Kim set her legs apart and measured the distance to Karyn's
jutting butt with both hands on the paddle. Then, like a home run
hitter, brought it straight back and very swiftly forward. It made a
short, dull, heavy SLAPP! sound on impact. Karyn moved forward an inch
or so in reaction, then jerked upwards spasmodically. But Kim kept the
paddle pressed firmly underneath the base of her succulent, squirming
rear.
"Oh shit! ohohohoho!..n-no!..n-no!" Karyn cried out, but apparently
could not move. Her legs were visibly trembling. As soon as Kim pulled
the paddle back, Karyn shot forward off the plate, spun around and her
hands snapped to her rear. Her eyes were wild. "You sick bitch, you're
a fucking sadist!" Raucous laughter filled the room.
Kim just smiled. "Drop your pants and get back in position," she said
calmly.
"Audrey?!" Karyn said loudly.
My girlfriend's voice was low, almost hoarse, "Do it."
Karyn angrily swung an arm in front of her, frustrated. Then she
reached for the zipper at the side of her slacks. Her face twitched, as
if she might burst into tears. She peeled the tight pants down and I
was treated to a cute frontal view of dark pantyhose over tiny blue
panties.
"Pantyhose, too," Kim ordered.
Resigned, Karyn hooked her fingers into her hose at the sides and swung
them downward to her knees.
"All the way off. And the blouse," Kim said, then, impatiently, "C'mon,
Karyn, we don't have all day!"
Karyn pushed the pantyhose and pants as far down as she could, then
pulled them off. She threw them aside and carefully unbuttoned her
blouse and pulled it off. She was modestly built, but very well
proportioned. She had nice, feminine hips and a tiny waist. She wore a
lacy, small, powder blue bra, which her breasts filled generously. She
walked back onto the plate and got into position.
Her legs were very white. The base of the globes of her backside peeked
out the bottom of the panties, looking slightly pinkish.
"Now, stand up, face the class and describe that experience," Kim told
her.
Karyn sighed, rose and turned to face everyone. She looked ridiculous
in her bra and panties, giving a scientific dissertation about a
humiliating occurrence. "It was...was terrible!"
"No, I mean what did you feel?" Kim asked.
"Uh, well...I felt a real hard, burning swat, and then..."
"Yes, then?" asked Kim again.
"..then..like a real bad electric shock..."
"Where?"
"Where?! Right in my ass! Right across both sides. And it was real
bad, like vibrating...and I couldn't move. Then, when it was over, my
cheeks stung. They felt hot. They still do."
"Very good. Assume the position."
Karyn, now a bright blushing red, bent over again and put her feet on
the outlines on the copper plate. Kim adjusted the black box, obviously
turning it up.
The beautiful blonde hefted the paddle and wiggled it back and forth a
few times. This time she brought it 'way up over her right shoulder.
It made a noise like: PAAHH! as it slammed into the seat of Karyn's
panties. The swat was so hard that Kim couldn't control it and the
paddle bounced off the pledge's rear. Karyn thrust her hips forward and
involuntarily swiveled them sexily. "OHH!" she screamed, her hair
flying around her head. "Wow, that was bad!"
Kim, a little disappointed, asked, "How did that feel?"
"Like a lightning bolt!" Karyn said quickly, blowing a jet of air upward
to push her golden hair back. There were muffled giggles from the
peanut gallery. "The swat is bad enough, but then there's like, like,
this mule kick!"
I laughed. That was a good description!
"Yeah, that's Ohm's Law kicking in, Karyn. Okay. Again on the
panties," Kim said.
Karyn enthusiastically rubbed her fanny, as if preparing it for the next
assault, then got into position again.
Kim repeated the procedure, this time holding the paddle in solid
contact against Karyn's quivering backside. The girl sprang up onto her
tiptoes and hung there, quaking, her back arched like a high jumper.
"uhhhhhh!" she shouted. Karyn's blonde hair arced upward at her forehead,
apparently charged. Finally, Kim let her down by removing the instrument. "Holy
Mother of God!!" Karyn cried in an odd, high pitched voice, her hands
pumping rapidly up and down the roundness of her cute rear. She spun
sideways to me and I could see a tinge of red right through the seat of
her little pants. At the edges some of the lace was blackened. There
was a wisp of smoke at her rear.
The Big Sisters were slapping their thighs and laughing hysterically.
Kim asked her for another "report." Still massaging her hind quarters,
her face all red, the girl stammered, "That was...that
was..bad..REALLY..b-bad." She didn't seem too coherent.
"One more," Kim said, then slowly, enjoying drawing out the words,
"bareassed, with your tits out."
Karyn, shaking, but eager to get her ordeal over with, quickly
unfastened her bra and literally threw it away. Her full, pale breasts,
topped off with big pink nipples that stuck straight out, bounced into
view and bobbed up and down sensuously. Then she bent and stripped off
her panties, stood up and threw them angrily to the floor. She was
completely nude, her body glowing a vibrant pinkish-white, except for a
bright red rectangular imprint across the base
of her ass. She marched to the plate on the floor, placed her feet on
the outlines there and bent over. I admired her sheer courage.
Kim twisted the dial once more, then quickly got into position behind
the bending girl and swung with all her might. FWWOOPP! Although it
was a very hard blow, Kim managed to adhere the paddle to Karyn's ass
cheeks. The bending girl shook, obviously being shocked, some of her
hair standing up grotesquely. For long seconds the two women stood like
that: Kim firmly pressing the paddle home, her face grimacing with
effort and determination while pretty Karyn received a steady stream of
voltage right through her ass. Four or five sparks from the edge of the
paddle crackled and played up and down the girl's crack and the fullest
part of her cheeks. Everyone watched, holding their breath, stunned at
what we were seeing.
As soon as Kim broke the contact, Karyn's legs gave way and she folded
with a short, loud scream, onto the floor in a fetal position. Her
beautiful ass was ablaze with colors I never saw on female skin before
or since.
Kim stared down at her with a stupefied smile. Nobody moved. A thought
flashed through my mind: "They killed her. We're all in deep shit!"
Then Karyn moved, flopping over on her back with her legs open,
revealing her feminine lips covered with fine blonde hair, some of it
blackened toward the rear. I swear I thought I saw a curly cue of smoke
rise from between her legs.
I turned to Audrey and hissed angrily, "You know, sometimes I think you
motherfuckers are insane!"
She shot back, "Don't worry about it. She'll be okay." Then she
stepped forward and broke the silence, "Karyn, you were GREAT! How
'bout a big hand for Karyn," and she began to clap. Everyone else
joined in. Karyn sat up, groggily. She smiled sheepishly, then groaned
and lifted her ass comically off the floor.
Audrey took one arm and pulled her up. Karyn, all modesty gone, opened
her legs wide as she stood, giving me a view I won't soon forget. She
was, understandably, a little wobbily.
Looking like a little girl, Karyn twisted around to look at her hind end
and shouted, "Oh, no!" dramatically. Everyone laughed. Kim hugged her.
The other girls rushed forward, sensing the entertainment was over and
gathered around Karyn. Kim, her machine still hooked up, sneakily began
whacking anyone near the metal plate. There were cries and loud giggles
as various pledges and Big Sisters jumped as they were given a quick,
playful shock. I was glad I wasn't over there. Then Kim unhooked the
battery.
The pledges went upstairs and the rest of us cleaned up the room and put
everything away. In about an hour, the girls had cleaned up and changed
clothes and came back down. We all went out to a local restaurant, on
the sorority's petty cash fund, and celebrated. I was incredulous but
pleased that they were apparently no worse for wear, eating and drinking
heartily. I was filled with both lust and admiration for them. There
were lots of ribald jokes and ribbing as the pledges gingerly sat down
or rubbed their behinds unselfconsciously.
At one point, Audrey spilled a drink. I couldn't resist feigning anger
and asking the pledges: "Can I borrow some of those exotic paddles
later?" Everyone howled and looked at Audrey. She covered her face in
embarrassment.
* SOLSTICE *
The END
