It was my senior year and I was called upon to play a leadership role
in my sorority. Specifically, I was asked to plan an initiation
activity that would give the new members pause. Something other
than the formal initiation that would catch them off guard.

I must have a dark side, because after a little thought I began to
relish the role. I planned our little joke for the first night our
new members would spend in the house. I got my boyfriend's cooperation
and laid out my plans with the officers and got their enthusiastic
support. We filled in all the returning members ahead of time.

The day the new sisters arrived, they were greeted by the officers
as usual and shown to their rooms. I had gotten the officers and a
few of the taller and stronger sisters to dress a bit severely, act
like they owned the place, and order the rest of us around just a
little. That was all for the first day, but that night I sprung our
trap.

In the middle of the night after everyone had settled down, the same
group of "leaders" went around like drill-sargents, waking everybody
up. They carried around pots and cooking spoons to create a racket.
We all herded down to the basement, following their commands,
more or less dragging our new sisters with us. The leaders had us
stand at attention in formation. There we were, all in our
nightgows. We whispered to any of the new sisters that expressed
curiosity not to worry, that this was all normal. Then one of the
leaders came in, and chose three of us. She did a good job of making
it seem random and making it seem like she was seriously
considering choosing one of the new sisters. But really, who would
be chosen had been decided beforehand. She led us into a side room
in the basement, leaving the door open. There, out of view of the
rest of the sisters were our boyfriends. We each got our hands
cuffed behind us, and knelt in front of our boyfriends and pretended
to be sucking their cocks!

Then all the other sisters went back upstairs, passing the doorway
so they could clearly see us "servicing" the men! Imagine what the
new sisters were thinking! As soon as they were all gone, we broke
up in hysterics!

But that wasn't enough. Later that night, after we gave everyone a
chance to go back to sleep (or lay awake worrying) the leaders got us
up again, and again we headed down to stand at attention in the
basement in our nightgowns. This was to be the piece-de-
resistance. The leaders ordered us up against the wall, with our
hands against the wall as if we were being arrested. In the mean
time, they pulled out these huge bull whips I managed to get my
hands on, and were slinging them around, testing them. We arranged
it in advance that the newer sisters would be separated from each
other--each one between two of the senior sisters, who would be
following the orders to the letter. The new sister to be next to me,
whose name was Karen, had her hands covering her mouth in shock
and couldn't make herself move to the wall. I told her this was all
normal and not to worry. She seemed to come out of it and asked me
if it hurt very much. "What do you think?" I told her in a scared
voice. I loved this! Finally, she meekly followed orders, putting
her hands against the wall. Then she floored me: she asked me if I ever
got turned on by it. I began to wonder about her, but I didn't have
too long to wonder. The "leaders" came up behind us, made sure we were
all looking at the wall, and started snapping the whips making it
seem like some of us were being whipped. On cue after the first
snap, all of us senior sisters screamed as loud as we could! The
place broke up in pandemonium. Soon all us senior sisters were
laughing hysterically as the new sisters stood there in panic, not
knowing what to do! We actually had a hard time convincing some of
them that it was all a joke!

Well, I got a lot of compliments on my little plan, and heard
references to that night my whole senior year. The only other
interesting thing to come out of it was my memory of what Karen
had said. I went away thinking she might LIKE to be whipped. I must
admit that on occasion I found myself wondering what it would be
like to whip her, sometimes when I saw her walking by. She was an
attractive little thing. And she seemed to have a sly smile for me
all the time, as if she knew what I was thinking, or she had thoughts
in that direction herself. She gave me the chance several times that
year to visit her alone in her room, and when I did, I had this
feeling that she was ready to submit if I only asked her to. Sometimes I
wish I had given it a shot.