In fact, Ashley did attend a toga party the first week on campus.She was somewhat surprised at the invitation from the most notorious sorority on camp...s, Sigma Epsilon Chi. Just a few days before she had had a run in with a few Sigma Sisters who clearly did not know their Greek, despite being in 'the Greek community', so to speak. Ashley had greeted them with one of the only ancient Greek phrases she knew, one from Lord Byron's poem, Maid of Athens, ere we part. In Greek it read " ZO AMO, SA SA. She?s not saying very much but she laughs at all the jokes and hangs on to ?His? arm as they move around the room.Then....after about an hour she hears the sound of a gong. Two men appear. Young men, dressed as manservants. She notices how buff they, very yummy she thinks to herself. They open two double doors and everyone starts to troop through. Samantha is about to follow but feels ?His? hand gently gripping her arm, holding her back.?Not yet Samantha, they?re not ready for us yet? He has a. The guys were all older than Whitney and Sarah but that was good. They liked older men. Soon one in particular caught Whitney’s eye. She whispered to Sarah, “I think I found him. I’ll see you at three.” Sarah nodded. It was their rule; they always left parties at three am. Whitney wandered over to the guy. He was tall, about six foot, six foot tow and muscular. He had dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was, in short, gorgeous. “Hi,” She said. “I’m Whitney. Who’re you?” “Derric.” “Well. The pain was greater than I had expected and as my bottom pressed downwards and my back arched up I felt the firm hand of Mrs Fellows on my back, pressing me to stay in position, and again I surrendered, flopped downwards so my hair was again on the floor. That first spank with the paddle brush was a turning point for me. I had suffered it and survived it. I knew what the pain was like although as the spanking progressed and the pain increased its intensity so I still accepted the spanking and.