Thieves Stuck, pantsed, and spanked

[Bobby1123422]

Got some help from ai writing this but I love it

The autumn air in the quad was crisp, smelling faintly of damp oak leaves and cheap boxed wine as Leo and Marcus crept toward the imposing, ivy-covered pillars of the Alpha Delta Omega house. For two college freshmen living in the basement-level dungeon of Smith Hall, stealing the legendary senior sorority paddles was the ultimate social Everest.
Leo adjusted his backward baseball cap, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped sparrow. "If we pull this off, we're legends," he whispered, pressing his back against the cool brickwork.
Marcus, whose anxiety was usually masked by an unearned sense of supreme confidence, nodded tightly. "Just follow my lead. Chloe said the side study room window is always left unlatched for the girls who sneak back after curfew."
Operating on this flimsy intelligence, the pair split up to scout the perimeter flanks of the sprawling Victorian mansion. Marcus spotted the target window first—a heavy double-hung wooden sash that was cracked open by an inch. Without wasting a second, he jammed his fingers into the gap and shoved it upward, poking his head and shoulders inside to survey the empty, dark room.
Eager to claim the glory, Marcus didn't notice the frayed sash cord rattling loose inside the wall. As he leaned further forward to test the interior drop, the heavy wooden frame suddenly snapped downward with a loud thwack, slamming squarely across the small of his back. The window guillotinéed shut with a heavy lock mechanism that automatically clicked into place, wedging him firmly at the waist. His upper body dangled helplessly inside the study room, while his lower half—clad in thin black sweatpants—projected out into the chilly night courtyard, kicking wildly.
Hearing the muffled thrashing, Leo jogged around the corner. "Dude, what are you doing? Move!"
"The window jammed! It dropped on me!" Marcus hissed, his face turning white at the realization.
"Useless. Watch a professional," Leo muttered.
Spotting a second ground-floor window near the pantry that was pushed open, Leo lunged forward, throwing his torso across the wooden sill to peer inside. Just as he reached his arms out to grab the floorboards, a mischievous voice echoed from the darkness directly above him.
"Gotcha," a senior named Chloe giggled from inside the pantry. With a sharp tug on the interior sash weight, she dropped the heavy window frame straight down onto Leo’s lower back. The old wooden lock snapped shut with a definitive click, trapping him instantly.
Within seconds, both freshmen were immobilized in identical, humiliating predicaments: upper bodies trapped inside the dark sorority rooms, and their lower halves dangling helplessly outside in their black sweatpants.
Inside the study room, the heavy oak door clicked open, flooding the space with warm light. Footsteps clicked across the floor, followed by sharp gasps of surprise. Victoria, the sorority president, walked over, tapped Marcus's dangling head, and burst into laughter.
"Girls, look what we caught," Victoria called out. "Grab your phones. We are calling the entire quad over for this."
Within ten minutes, the word spread like wildfire. Girls from the Beta house, the Pi Chi villa, and the Kappa co-op streamed across the lawn with cups of cider in hand, gathering in a delighted circle around the trapped freshmen.
"Line up, everyone! Front row seats for the freshman initiation," Chloe announced, emerging into the courtyard with a smooth oak Greek paddle in her hand.
Victoria and Chloe walked down the line behind Marcus and Leo. Without hesitation, they grabbed the waistbands of the boys' loose black sweatpants and yanked them straight down, exposing their bare butts to the cool night air and the circle of spectators. A chorus of whistles and laughter rose from the crowd of assembled sorority members.
"Bottoms up, boys," Victoria called out, raising the paddle.
Whack!
The sharp crack of the paddle echoed off the brick walls as it landed squarely on Marcus's bare butt, turning the skin a bright, stinging crimson. Marcus let out a high-pitched shriek as the crowd counted out loud. Down the window, Chloe matched her rhythm stroke for stroke on Leo, who buried his face in his hands and howled as his own butt rapidly matched his partner's.
With every swing, the crowd cheered, watching the boys' bare butts turn a brilliant shade of red under the courtyard floodlights. By the time the seniors finally walked inside, unlocked the windows, and hauled the bruised, crying freshmen the rest of the way into the house, Leo and Marcus were sporting crimson moons and matching faces. Propelled swiftly out the front door in front of a dozen laughing onlookers, they limped back toward Smith Hall in absolute silence.

[NickTwisp]

Questions:
Were Leo & Marcus wearing any underpants beneath their black sweatpants?

When the boys were led back into the sorority house were they completely naked from the waist down or just with their sweatpants around their ankles?

[Bobby1123422]

Questions:
Were Leo & Marcus wearing any underpants beneath their black sweatpants?

When the boys were led back into the sorority house were they completely naked from the waist down or just with their sweatpants around their ankles?

I was in too big of a hurry when I wrote this. It was my first try.

No undies and they pulled their pants up for the walk home