Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2005 18:07:34 EDT
From: Mdbndgboy@aol.com
Subject: Frat Initiation- Tues Night

This is a true account of one of the 8 nights of pledging my frat.
Am always looking for other frat initiaion experiences too.  You can
send men email at mdbndgboy@aol.com.  Thanks and enjoy


Frat Initiation - Tuesday Night by Mdbndgeboy


     It was 7:30 Tuesday night.  All eight of us were in the
clubhouse, standing at attention, buck naked as usual, in the
spots that we were assigned, our pledge paddle lying beside us.
No one dared to be late, after what happened to me five days ago.
Our minds were filled with trepidation, as we were still not
fully recovered from the activities of last night and this
morning.  Our asses were still red from the paddling that we had
already received.

   A little background for you.  I was forcibly shaved in two
initiations that was recounted in a previous initiation story.
Because I was in a rush to get to the meeting last Thursday night,
and had neglected to put any briefs on under my sweats, I was naked
after taking my sweats off.  Because of that, all the other seven
pledges had to take their briefs off, also.  This, then, was the
condition we had to remain throughout hell week.  We knew we couldn't
go to class naked, so one of us spoke up to that fact.  "You'll just
have to rent clothes from us." was the reply.  We didn't know what he
meant by that, but found out soon enough.

   The brothers came in with a pile of clothes, so I knew an
outside event was going to take place.  Not that we always had
clothes on when we did things outside, but we never were allowed
clothes on in the frat.  I was given my standard outfit: a frat
muscle T-shirt, running shorts with the lining removed, and
sneakers.  I had been shaved down Thursday night, and the
brothers always wanted me to show my hairlessness.  After we had
dressed,  we immediately went back to attention.  We were told to
put our hands behind our backs, and our hands were taped tightly
together.  A sheet was torn into long strips, and these were
wrapped around our eyes, effectively blindfolding us.  I had no
idea of what was going to happen.

   A brother then picked up our pledge paddle.  The front of it
was painted with our frat letters, our nickname, and the year of
our pledge class.  This had to be done by Sunday night, and all
of us were punished to some extent for any failure to get
completed to any perceived sloppiness.  The back side had lines
for fifty names: the twenty-four brothers, our faculty advisors,
and certain alumni.  We soon learned the hard way to be naked
when presenting the paddle to ANY who was supposed to sign.  Can
you imagine how embarrassing it was to strip down in front of our
faculty advisor, especially, if you made the mistake of asking
him after a class when other people were around.

   The brother checked to see if we had our fifteen required
signatures.  If we didn't, we received two whacks for every
deficiency. (Wed. if would be three for each, and so on)
After paddling the pledges who were deficient - I only had
fourteen, so I got hit twice, a brother went on either side of
me, and led me outside into a car.  I was put in the middle, with
a brother on either side of  me.  Another brother drove.  In the
car, we were given beer to drink, and a joint to smoke.  After
five minutes or so, the cars stopped and we got out.  The pledges
were paired up, and we stood facing each other.  I know that,
because we were told to bend over so the tops of  our heads were
together.

    We were told to sing the frat fight song and not stop until
told.  Then the familiar sound came.   WHACK,  WHACK , WHACK.  I
knew my ass was in trouble again.  We were paddled if we didn't
sing loud enough.  We were paddled just for the hell of it.  If
we messed up a line when getting paddled, we were paddled again
for messing up.  I don't know how many times we got hit.

   Suddenly, we were told to stand and we were led back to the
car.  Again, in the middle, and again, we were given a beer to
drink and a joint to smoke.  Again, the car stopped, we got out
and did the whole routine all over again.  We did this four
times.  The fourth time, though, a twist was added.  After we got
into position with our heads together, someone pulled down the
shorts and we were told to step out of them.  We were told to
sing as loud as we could, but this time our asses weren't beaten.
The brothers had us over to our sister sorority for inspection.
The sisters were given the paddles and were told to use them to
their hearts content.  By that time, any hit was painful, and the
sisters did not take it easy on us, as all of them got to paddle
each of us to cement the bond between the two groups.

   After that, we were all led back into the clubhouse.  We were
told that we had a half hour to get our asses untied, or all of
us would get five Whacks for every pledge that remained tied.
The only other thing we had to do that night was to get ten more
signatures on the paddle.  You can imagine how much fun THAT was.

Rob

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