We were Singers
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. The crazy thing we did in college.
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 got into this competition choir for my freshman year and continued throughout my collegiate career. We had sections based on the part you were singing: 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 sorority-style 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 relentlessly. I got a full force 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 sing. We were playing around the night before a choir performance and teasing each other, when Scott said he had a dare. “I dare you to be naked under your choir robe tomorrow night,” he said. 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. Everyone else was directed to a cool outdoor patio. We kissed and he lifted his robe enough to show me his Erection and I unzipped my robe and leaned forward so he could glance down the front and see my bare breasts. We giggled at each other. We hustled off to be with the others on the patio and sat on the far side of the short wall everyone was leaning against. The two section leaders, Mike, and Christie got everyone’s attention and congratulated us on a job well done. They then instructed everyone to put their robes in the large box they had placed in the center so they can be Landry. Almost everyone did as instructed and return to their spots along the wall. We were then informed that we have some policy matters to discuss. At this point Suzy turns to Scott saying, “what are we going to do?” “Let’s just wait this out and see what happens.” The section leaders called anyone still in a robe to come front and center.
We slowly approached and notice another couple robed and made sure they got to Mike and Christie first. They pleaded for mercy, explaining they only had underwear under their robes. Mike and Christie looked at us and we just keep quiet. They quickly announced to the group that they had some policy violations, pointing to us still in robes, and asked what we should do about it- Christie waved the initiation paddle in the air. Several responded with “whack their asses.” “How about ten swats? Christie looks at Mike and asked, “from whom?” “Both of us “. Everyone cheered. I blushed a bright red but did not say anything. What were we going to do? We were caught red-handed and soon would have bottoms to match! Mike turned to Sally and Steve first and said, “it’s time to pay the piper, strip your robes off!!” They slowly disrobed. Steve was wearing boxer briefs and a tank undershirt and sally was wearing a push-up bra, slip, and thong. They were lead to the wall and assumed the position. As Sally bent over the wall the globes of her derrière shown through her slip revealing little protection. As she keeps her position, looking over the wall, Mike came up behind her stealthily and delivered the first swat without warning. It almost knocked sally over the wall and force caused her to grab her cheeks. Of course, Mike disqualified it because she did not stay in position. Sally firmly grabbed the wall as Mike hammered her ten more strokes. Mike handed the paddle to Christie, and she did the same. Sally’s derrière shown crimson through her slip. Steve was in a fraternity, so he endured his swats well. Actually, I was so fixated on Sally that I cannot recall how Steve did other than survived. I could not believe how hard they whacked her bottom. I just thought “I cannot let them paddle me like that naked. As they passed me on their way to the locker room, I could tell that they were weeping.
Mike and Christie, coming on Steve and Sally’s heels, gave me the evil eye. I quickly said, “we are not doing this!!” Mike calmly said, “you then have a life changing decision to make, either you strip the robes and take your whacks, or you can quit the choir!? Suzy turns to Scott says “we cannot quit but they will humiliate, blister, and violate us in front of all our friends. Scott lovingly responds, whatever you decide I am with you 100 percent!” Suzy paused for about a minute and Mike wanted her answer. Suddenly she tells Scott, “We must do this, but we must do it in such a way that says we choose this. We need to be bold, brass, erotic, and risky. We need to drop our robes parade to the wall with big smiles, arms raised, and shout let us party naked. We need to invite Mike and Christie’s best and hardest whacks and act like we love it. You ready!!” Scott nodded, they dropped their robes at the whistles, hoots, and cheers of the group. They embraced their nudity and celebrated the moment. They yelled, “let us all party naked “and then they got to the wall they turned to Mike and Christie and said,” we have been naughty and need a merciless whacking!!” They assumed the position, jiggled their cheeks inviting their vigorous swats.
Mike told Christie, “I want her first!” He then administered ten forceful swats and after each one Suzy asked for another one, even after the tenth one. Christie grabbed the paddle and said, “let’s do Scott next!” I was amazed how hard she delivered her ten, while Scott called her swat soft, they were anything but. Mike decided to do Scott after that, and Christie said, “let’s give him pleasure and pain at the same time!” With that she firmly cuddled Scott’s shaft as Mike blistered his butt. I think that Scott really loved those whacks. The time they spent with Scott allowed my derrière to recover, for me it was like starting again, I think that made it worse. Plus, Mike took Christie’s idea and grabbed my breast as Christie hammered away. After the whacking we thanked them for a fun time and walked like victors to the locker room to get dressed.
That night Scott and I comforted each other’s discolored bottoms. We laughed about it. Of course, we were the talk of the choir and the story had leaked out to much of the school.
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 got into this competition choir for my freshman year and continued throughout my collegiate career. We had sections based on the part you were singing: 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 sorority-style 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 relentlessly. I got a full force 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 sing. We were playing around the night before a choir performance and teasing each other, when Scott said he had a dare. “I dare you to be naked under your choir robe tomorrow night,” he said. 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. Everyone else was directed to a cool outdoor patio. We kissed and he lifted his robe enough to show me his Erection and I unzipped my robe and leaned forward so he could glance down the front and see my bare breasts. We giggled at each other. We hustled off to be with the others on the patio and sat on the far side of the short wall everyone was leaning against. The two section leaders, Mike, and Christie got everyone’s attention and congratulated us on a job well done. They then instructed everyone to put their robes in the large box they had placed in the center so they can be Landry. Almost everyone did as instructed and return to their spots along the wall. We were then informed that we have some policy matters to discuss. At this point Suzy turns to Scott saying, “what are we going to do?” “Let’s just wait this out and see what happens.” The section leaders called anyone still in a robe to come front and center.
We slowly approached and notice another couple robed and made sure they got to Mike and Christie first. They pleaded for mercy, explaining they only had underwear under their robes. Mike and Christie looked at us and we just keep quiet. They quickly announced to the group that they had some policy violations, pointing to us still in robes, and asked what we should do about it- Christie waved the initiation paddle in the air. Several responded with “whack their asses.” “How about ten swats? Christie looks at Mike and asked, “from whom?” “Both of us “. Everyone cheered. I blushed a bright red but did not say anything. What were we going to do? We were caught red-handed and soon would have bottoms to match! Mike turned to Sally and Steve first and said, “it’s time to pay the piper, strip your robes off!!” They slowly disrobed. Steve was wearing boxer briefs and a tank undershirt and sally was wearing a push-up bra, slip, and thong. They were lead to the wall and assumed the position. As Sally bent over the wall the globes of her derrière shown through her slip revealing little protection. As she keeps her position, looking over the wall, Mike came up behind her stealthily and delivered the first swat without warning. It almost knocked sally over the wall and force caused her to grab her cheeks. Of course, Mike disqualified it because she did not stay in position. Sally firmly grabbed the wall as Mike hammered her ten more strokes. Mike handed the paddle to Christie, and she did the same. Sally’s derrière shown crimson through her slip. Steve was in a fraternity, so he endured his swats well. Actually, I was so fixated on Sally that I cannot recall how Steve did other than survived. I could not believe how hard they whacked her bottom. I just thought “I cannot let them paddle me like that naked. As they passed me on their way to the locker room, I could tell that they were weeping.
Mike and Christie, coming on Steve and Sally’s heels, gave me the evil eye. I quickly said, “we are not doing this!!” Mike calmly said, “you then have a life changing decision to make, either you strip the robes and take your whacks, or you can quit the choir!? Suzy turns to Scott says “we cannot quit but they will humiliate, blister, and violate us in front of all our friends. Scott lovingly responds, whatever you decide I am with you 100 percent!” Suzy paused for about a minute and Mike wanted her answer. Suddenly she tells Scott, “We must do this, but we must do it in such a way that says we choose this. We need to be bold, brass, erotic, and risky. We need to drop our robes parade to the wall with big smiles, arms raised, and shout let us party naked. We need to invite Mike and Christie’s best and hardest whacks and act like we love it. You ready!!” Scott nodded, they dropped their robes at the whistles, hoots, and cheers of the group. They embraced their nudity and celebrated the moment. They yelled, “let us all party naked “and then they got to the wall they turned to Mike and Christie and said,” we have been naughty and need a merciless whacking!!” They assumed the position, jiggled their cheeks inviting their vigorous swats.
Mike told Christie, “I want her first!” He then administered ten forceful swats and after each one Suzy asked for another one, even after the tenth one. Christie grabbed the paddle and said, “let’s do Scott next!” I was amazed how hard she delivered her ten, while Scott called her swat soft, they were anything but. Mike decided to do Scott after that, and Christie said, “let’s give him pleasure and pain at the same time!” With that she firmly cuddled Scott’s shaft as Mike blistered his butt. I think that Scott really loved those whacks. The time they spent with Scott allowed my derrière to recover, for me it was like starting again, I think that made it worse. Plus, Mike took Christie’s idea and grabbed my breast as Christie hammered away. After the whacking we thanked them for a fun time and walked like victors to the locker room to get dressed.
That night Scott and I comforted each other’s discolored bottoms. We laughed about it. Of course, we were the talk of the choir and the story had leaked out to much of the school.
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