Sarah Gets a Spanking

The following is a true story that happened to me.

I was a freshman in college, and it was the week of cheerleading tryouts. I did my routine, along with about 10 other girls. When we completed, we sat and watched the other girls who were trying out for the JV and Varsity squads. It was all rather exciting. Well, the end of the week came, and since all 10 of us were going to be on the freshman squad, we went to go pick up our uniforms. We weren't expecting anything unusual, but then again, we had heard rumors. Isn't that normal in college, rumors?

We got to the gym, and the senior girls were waiting. We were all excited as they handed out skirts and tops and panties to each of us, saying that we had better put them on now, to check the size, then come back down to the gym so we could have our pictures taken. We were all abuzz as we entered the locker rooms, and quickly changed from our dull catholic school uniforms into our cheerleading uniforms. Then we went back to the gym. The new JV and Varsity members were there too, for their individual pictures.

The senior girls inspected the uniforms and then arranged us for our pictures, both a team and individual shots. Well, we figured it was done, but then the seniors held us back, mentioning to us the school tradition of spanking the new cheerleaders. The JV girls looked surprised, but we were in total shock. Well, the senior girls sorted us into lines, with each senior with 3 girls in front of her. I was in the front of the line in my group.

The senior girl in front of me took my arm, and pulled me over her lap, and raised my skirt, showing off my blue panty bottom. I tried to protect my rear, but it was useless. The senior raised her hand, and the spanking commenced.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I wiggled and squirmed on that girls lap, trying to ease the pain, but it was hopeless. She kept spanking, and I kept on yelping at each impact.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Finally, I noticed the girl lifting my arm, and telling me to get up. I felt my rear, and it burned. I rubbed my bottom for a little while, watching my friends get their spankings. After the seniors got done with all of us, we went back to the locker room, and inspected the damage. It wasn't as bad as we had thought, with just a slightly pick coloring on our rears. But the spanking did do one other thing for us, it brought us together as a squad. It also provided us a means of helping each other improve our routines, since we knew any girl messing up could easily be spanked by the rest of the squad or the other cheerleaders.