Cherine was the final counselor to strike Lisa, but the force of the blow made the Pledge Mistress realize that her group mate had learned a lot over the summer. Cherine's stroke was no less painful than the other swats. Lisa knew that she would be perfectly capable of punishing the members of her group whenever necessary.
Lisa stood up and looked at the wide-eyed fearful expressions of her pledges. As the welts darkened on her bottom, she kept her back towards the scared group to show what just eight strokes could do to a woman's unprotected skin. The Pledge Mistress demonstrated something else that was very important. She was not a hypocrite. She would never inflict any suffering on pledges that she was not willing to endure herself.
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