I completely forgot to write about this, but I bottomed exactly one time during GASP 2024. It was for a fraternity initiation scene that one of our attendees wanted to run — he ended up doing a pledge class of men and two pledge classes of women. You can guess which one I was in.

Basically all of us gentlemen had to strip to our briefs (those of us who had briefs), bend over a table, and take ten swats with a paddle. We could choose our intensity (I chose “medium-hard”) and our paddler (a man or a woman — I chose a man, for veracity). It was pretty painful, though I’ve certainly been spanked harder; it was a cold paddling for me, since I hadn’t been spanked all weekend. After each swat, we had to say “thank you, sir/ma’am/miss; may I have another?” After the paddling, we all received pledge pins that we could wear throughout the rest of the party on our name badges.

Now, I’m not sure if my fraternity experience in real life was different from others of my age group (I’m in my mid-40s), but I was never paddled. In fact, my college was very against paddling and any other form of hazing, and as the Lieutenant Master of my fraternity (the second-in-command), I was a member of the anti-hazing group on campus. Plus, from what I’ve gathered, actual fraternity and sorority initiations are solemn occasions and paddling doesn’t occur then; instead, it would occur during the pledging process. In my six years at the college (three for undergrad and three for grad school) I never once heard of a pledge of my fraternity being paddled.

That said… in my first semester, during my honors seminar class, I used to sit next to this girl who was my age who was pledging a sorority (no, I won’t tell you which one). On at least one occasion she was sitting very uncomfortably during class, and the spanko in me wanted to believe she’d gotten paddled recently. Hey, when a spanko sees a pretty girl (or handsome guy, if that’s your thing) squirming on a chair, the first thing we think of is “was that person spanked?”

Oh, and — I still have my fraternity paddle. It’s enormous. I’m not going to share it here because it has some personally-identifiable information on it (both myself and my “little bro”), but suffice it to say that if anyone got paddled with that thing it would certainly leave a mark. Of course, I’m not actually going to use it — it’s an heirloom, and in my will I’ll be donating it back to the fraternity for display. Also, the handle isn’t exactly strong. It actually looks a lot like this, only darker, and not for a sorority:

The feedback at GASP for the fraternity/sorority paddling event was generally positive, and I’m sure we’ll do it again next year. I, however, might not attend; I’ve already done it once. Once was plenty.