THE CLUB 2
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My new school was huge and no-one seemed friendly. Ther were thirty kids to the
class so I seldom got help and had trouble keeping up. Thank God Mom started
helping me at home.
I tried to make friends but was pretty well ignored. I was the new kid and the
rest had been there for years. At my old school I was considered pretty and got
a lot of attention from boys especially now that I was fourteen and my boobs had
grown to 34C. In the new school I looked plain since Mom would not let me wear
makeup. All the other girls made up to look older than they were while I looked
immature.
The whole school was divided up in cliques. There were the black kids, the
spanish kids, the nerds, the brainy ones, and the fat and homely. I didn't seem
to fit anywhere.
Then I noticed a group of boys and girls that always sat at the same table at
lunch. My Dad was making good money and dressed me well and this group also
dressed in nice clothes rather than the grunge stuff the other kids seemed to
prefer.
I worked up my nerve and went over to their table but I didn't know what to say.
Finally one of the girls noticed me standing there and said haughtily, "Who are
you and what do you want."
I stammered, Nnnothing. I guess. I am new here and just wanted to mkae friends.
You guys seem most like me."
She said, "We have all the friends we need."
I really felt low but then one of the boys said, "Hold on Sandra. She is kind of
pretty. Let's hear her out."
Sandra kind of sneered at him then said, "Why would we want you as a friend?"
"Well we dress alike and my Dad is the manager at Nordstroms. I could get you a
discount."
That intrigued her but then she said, We aren't just friends. We have known each
other for years and have formed an exclusive club. You must have noticed we are
all white, well off financially and about the same age. You must be a freshman
you look about fourteen."
"Oh I see. Kind of like my cousins fraternity. They were real picky and even had
an initiation to make sure he fit in."
"Really. Tell me about it."
"Oh they live in a big nice brick building and they call themselves brothers and
pledge to always support each other."
"No silly. I know what a fraternity is. Tell me about the initiation."
"Oh. Well he said he had to go through Hell Week and it was pretty bad but he
was proud he was brave enough to go through it to become a Brother."
"No dummy. I want details. What did he say about Hell Week?"
"Oh he didn't tell me everything except it was embarrassing because he was only
allowed to wear undershort when in the house and had to do whatever the Brothers
wanted and the worst was if he did anything wron they would swat his behind with
a big paddle."
"What did you say your name was?"
"Oh I didn't say. It is Patty. Patty McCorkindale."
"Well Patty. You are right we are a kind of coed fraternity and naturally have
gone through the initiation."
One girl looked at her quizzically and said, "Huh?" another girl hit her
shoulder and said, "Shut up and listen."
I thought maybe the girl was surprised Sandra was giving out this information.
Sandra gave her a dirty look then turned to me saying, "I don't know Patty.
Naturally we will have to discuss your worthiness. Are you sure you would be
willing to go through Hell Week? If you fail we would have nothing to do with
you."
"Yes I think so. My cousin said it was worth it and if all of you did it I think
I can."
"You have to be sure. We don't want a quitter. I warn you now you will be
embarrassed like your cousin and also feel pain."
I gulped remembering my cosin had said there were times he was too sore to sit
but I looked at her with what I hoped was a sincere look and said, "I am no
quitter. If you can do it. I will."
"Alright if we decide to accept you you will be our slave for a week at my Dad's
summer home."
I hadn't thought about going anywhere.I said, "I don't know if my parents will
let me go for a week."
"No problem. I will work that out. Is that the only problem?"
The idea of being a slave was kind of scary but if they could do it I was sure I
could. I said, "Yes. If my parents say it is okay I will go."
"Okay. Go away. it may be some time before we make a decision but if we decide
to allow you in we will have Hell Week during Spring vacation so
you won't lose any school."
That was three weeks away.I was told not to bother them until they made their
decision. They made me wait a week then Sandra came to me to say
"Congratulations. We have decided to accept you as a pledge."
They began to give m a taste of the good life right away with rides to school in
their nice cars and joining them for dinner in great restaurants. Their
billfolds were full of credit cards and since we had a discount in Nordstroms
Sandra insisted she buy a nice blouse for me. When I tried it
on she noticed my cotton bra and said, "God you are not a kid anymore.
I'll get you some lingerie." She came back with filmy thong bikini panties and
bras so thin my pink nipples showed through. I said, "God. I am practically
naked!"
"Don't be silly. Cindy Drawford wears these."
That was good enough for me.
They wooed Mom and Dad too. We were invited to Dinner at their huge house.
Sandra's dad was the president of the bank that held our home mortgage.
When Sandra said she planned to ask me to join her at the summer place. He had
no objection at all and told Mom and Dad we would have a good time in the
mountains riding their horses. Mom said that sounded wonderful and that she had
not been on a horse for years. Dad agreed and thanked him for his generosity.
Finally the day arrived. Sandra came to our house in her Mothers Chysler
Van with black windows I threw the bag of casual clothes Mom had packed into the
van.
As we drove away with Richard on one side of me and Bob on the other in the back
seat Sandra said, "You become our slave at city limits."
I suddenly remembered my cousin as a slave had to strip to his undershorts. I
cursed my self for wearin the filmy lingerie. If I had to strip to my underwear
I might as well be naked.
I thought at least I would be spared that until we got to the house many miles
away but then I noticed the black windows that gave us total privacy.
Don, leaning over the passenger seat to leer at my boobs made me sure they would
not be covered by my t-shirt much longer.
At the city limits Sandra said, "Okay. we are out of the bright lights. Take off
her t-shirt and put on her cuffs."
Richard and Bob reached fo the bottom of my t-shirt but I clamped it to my sides
and said, "No! Can't we wait till we get to the house. People may see me."
Sandra said nastily, "Have you forgotten already you agreed to be our slave?
Slaves do not say No. From now on any No will earn you ten spanks. Now raise
your arms so they can get that shirt off!"
I sniffled and lifted my arms. I had no choice. Of course I did have a choice I
could have told them I had changed my mind and to let me out but that didn't
even occur to me.
They slid the shirt off and Don said, "Love that bra.you can see the nipples."
Sandra giggled and said, "I picked it out."
I looked down and said, "God. I might as well be naked!" as my hands were pulled
behind my back to snap on handcuffs.
Sandra laughed and said, "As long as you feel that way, take off her bra."
Filmy as it was it was something and I yelled "No. Don't let them!"
Sandra pulled the Van over on the shhoulder and turned around in the seat to
say, "That was a No. Patty. I told you what would happen. Get the rulers out of
the compartments."
They unsnapped the lids of compartment by the window and took out two plastic
rulers. They were the thin kind and I was relieved. I would harly feel them over
my jeans.
My eyes darted to Richard and Bob and i understood why they were seated where
they were. Richard was left handed whil Bob was a rightie.
Sandra said "Okay guys Richard gets the left boob Bob the right."
I screamed, "No. You said you would spank me!"
She looked at me disdainfully and said, "Christ you are stupid. You just earned
ten more. Spanks can be anywhere. Go for it guys."
I screamed as simultaneous stings engulfed my boobs. Thank God the rulers were
so light they didn't dig in but they still stung like hell and twenty allowed
them to cover them completely. The last two on my tender nipples brought an
agonized scream. Tears from my eyes dripped on them as i looked down to see the
skin was fiery red. That was appropriate because they felt like they were on
fire.
Richard said, "Oh poorbaby. Let me kiss them and make them well."
He began licking my nipple and Bob joined him. I know that would have normally
turned me on but I was stinging so much it only let me take my mind off the
pain. To my surprise the stinging turned to just tingles in a few minutes and
the redness began to fade.
Just as I was calming down Sandra said, "Hey guys it is getting hot. Why don't
you get the scissors out of the compartment and turn her jeans into cutoffs.
Patty. Get on your knees in front of them."
They had taken out the center seat to allow room and I was not about to say No.
I Iknelt on my knees and Richard cut off the right leg then handed the scissors
to Bob to cut off the right. They cut them off as close to the crotch as they
could then pulled the scraps off my legs.
I started to get back on the seat but Bob said, "Stay there! That is a kind of
standard cut. We can do better than that."
I felt the sciissors slide agaiinst my crotch as he cut from the center seam
up to the waistband by the side of my hip then Richard did the same to the other
side. They turned me around and the scissors slid on my butt cheeks as they cut
over to waistband again at the side.
When they finished there was just a V at the font and rear. They made me pose
bent over and leaning back then Bob said, "Well she isn't decent but she is
legal. you can't see her cunt or ass crack. We did fuck up a little. You can see
her panties."
Sandra said, "No problem. cut off the panties."
Bob said, "Righto." He dug into the lips of my pussy to pull out the panties to
cut them then reached into my waistband to pull them out to cut the sides.He
pushed his fingers into the front of my shorts way deeper than he needed rubbing
the back of his fingers against my pussy and jerked out my panties. I gasped as
the thong slid on my anus and through the lips of my pussy.
I gasped again when he grabbed the waistband and jerked up the shorts. I think
guys call that a "Wedgie" He said "Oops the shorts are gonna have to be hip
huggers. See what happened?"
Richard said, "Yeah they sunk deep in her slit. The lips are wrapped around the
crotch seam. Definiitely not for public consumption."
Bob said, "Right!" He dug into my slit to pull out the crotch seam with the
lttle dab of cloth on it. I was so mortified I could have died.
Then Sandra said, "Why don't you modify her t-shirt to match. Just let a little
boob show under it."
They put my T-shirt back on which was a relief then cut under my boobs then up
and toward my back. When they were done I looked like I was wearing a bib.
A few miles up the road Sandra said,"Oops we are getting low on gas. There is a
station."
It was packed with people and cars heading towards the mountain. We had to wait
for awhile to get to a pump. Then Sandra looked back and said, "Would you pump
the gas for us sweetie? There doesn't seem to be an attendent."
She couldn't be serious. "You must be kidding. I could be arrested in this
outfit."
"Oh no. I think you are legal. Would you like to say No?"
I hung my head and said, "I'll do it."
I have never been so embarrassed in my life. Guys were staring at me and I
couldn't bend over without having the t-shirt fall away from my boobs so I had
to bend my legs and stay upright. It only took five gallons. The bitch could
have driven for miiles to find one less busy.
I started to get back in but Sandra handed me a twenty dollar bill and said,
"Hey you have to pay them."
God that was even wose. there was a huge line inside and everybody stared at me
even little boys. Just as I finally got to the counter to pay a big fat broad
said, "You sluts should be arrested."
It pissed me off. This wasn't my fault. I said, "You should be arrested for
defacing the countryside with that ugly body!" She got all red in the face and
stomped out. The guys had not helped by laughing in agreement.
I ran back to the van not caring that the t-shirt was blowing up to my neck. I
just wanted to hide as soon as possible.
