With badly behaving sororities in the news, I thought I’d share a memory from my college days.

During my college years I was already married so I never lived in a dorm. My husband and I rented a house not far from campus and either walked or biked to classes.

Usually my route took me by a sorority house. I didn’t think much of this until one day I was walking by and heard a Smack, Smack noise.

It stopped me in my tracks. The smacks continued and soon I could tell there was a rhythmical pattern to them. Not only were Mr. Radical and I kinky back then, we were also members of the local bdsm group. We had lectures and even demos on different toys to spank with. I knew that sound.

I looked around for the source. A lower window on the sorority house was open. Not daring to walk onto their lawn I simply walked up the sidewalk to get in better hearing range.

Smack, smack, whimper. Smack, smack, whimper.

So it is true that sororities spank each other I thought. Laughing to myself I walked off to my class.

Posted by Vixen in Musings