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Subject: {ASSM} The Health Club Pt2
Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2000 10:10:15 -0400
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THE HEALTH CLUB
PT 2
After his session with Sandra John was a mess of
conflicting emotions. On the one hand he winced at the
memory of the painful and humiliating paddling he had
undergone at Sandra's hands and on the other he
harbored an almost painful lust for her. In aerobics
class she was aloof, but at times he would receive a
wink or a knowing glance. Once she asked him if he was
sitting comfortably these days and he blushed and
stammered an embarrassed reply.
John's attendance was good. He was not ready for a
repeat performance of a behavioral mod session that
was mandated by club rules if a member missed 3
classes in a row. And he was making progress. He had
lost 10 lbs. Another plus was his developing
friendship with Tracy. Tracy was a petite blonde,
about 5' 2" 110lbs with shoulder length straight hair
fixed in a pair of cute ponytails, and a dancer's
body. She had well formed legs and small but perky
breasts. Her best body feature, however was her
bottom. It was firm without being muscular, and round.
It pertly jutted from her tiny waist and sculpted
thighs to complete a totally delectable package. And
she seemed to like John. They had coffee a few times
and John was ready to ask her out. In fact it was this
burgeoning relationship that led to an incident that
was to change their lives in an embarrassing but
decidedly exciting way.
It was a Friday afternoon. John was to pick up Tracy
after work to go to the club after which he would take
her to dinner. John picked up Tracy but the route to
the club was blocked by a traffic jam. When they
arrived, the class was winding up. This couldn't have
been worse. Both had missed both Monday and Wednesday
and wanted to go together so that they would be sure
to make Friday.
And as luck would have it, Sandra was the instructor.
They tried to explain, but it was no use. Sandra
towered over the two, wagging
Her finger and lecturing them on the rules.
"Both of you missed all week. I don't care about
excuses. We are going to have a little talk downstairs
if you know what I mean. And since you are together on
this I think you should come with me together."
Tracy and John looked at each other and gulped.
"I guess we' re in for it now" said Tracy ruefully
rubbing her bottom.
"But can't we do this next week?" pleaded John.
"Its ok with me if you want to put it off," said
Sandra, " but I mean to have this little session with
both of you. I think you might rather get it over with
now since it is Friday instead of dreading your
punishment all weekend. And since it is late on Friday
I propose to take you together."
A chill went through John and he flushed as he
contemplated what she was saying. How could he do
this?
He had broken down and cried like a baby when Sandra
had paddled him and now he faced the prospect of 15
swats from that wicked paddle in front of his new
girlfriend. He would be mortified if he cried in front
of her! At the same time a jolt of sexual arousal
hit him as he imagined Tracy's cute , rounded bottom
upended over the spanking bench taking solid swats of
the paddle wielded by the gorgeous Sandra, now clad in
spandex shorts and a skimpy halter top that barely
contained her luscious breasts.
"I'd rather do it now", said Tracy, "And I don't mind
if John is there," she added shyly, glancing nervously
at John.
The pressure was now on John. Thoughts of the stinging
paddle competed with both his pride and his hardening
penis. Finally he realized that if he acted cowardly
in front of Tracy, he could lose her at a critical
juncture." Ok I'll do it," he said.
Sandra smiled. "Very well my naughty children. Follow
me."
Sandra led the way to the dreaded basement room. John
and Tracy walked behind her holding hands. John
followed the motion of Sandra's swaying hips and
magnificent hind end clad in the tight spandex. They
reached the room and Sandra ushered them in.
Seating herself behind the desk she pulled out the
book and said,
"This is your second time here both of you so it's 15
swats."
She noted that they were in street clothes since they
had not had time to change.
"We do not allow more than one layer of clothing for
the paddle.
In your workout clothes ladies usually wear spandex
and thong panties and guys wear shorts and a jock
strap, so you can strip down to your underwear for
this."
Tracy put her hand to her mouth and John gasped.
Neither of them could move.
"I said strip down now! I'm not going to waste my time
trying to make an impression on you through several
layers of clothing.
You wouldn't feel a thing. Let's go---down to your
underwear-
both of you."
Tracy and John slowly peeled off their outer clothing
and hung it on hooks placed in the wall. John couldn't
help but notice what a sexy body Tracy had, clad now
in white bra and tiny nylon French cut panties that
didn't look like they would offer much protection from
the hard wooden paddle. John was left in a t-shirt and
Y-briefs that could not conceal his thickening
manhood.
"Ok Tracy, ladies first ", said Sandra, unclipping the
paddle from its peg on the wall and swinging it
through the air a few times to test its feel." Bend
over the bench and keep your hands on the handles.
You're getting 15 good hard ones and you'll count
every one."
"O please Sandra, no, I can't. I'll never hold still.
I'll jump up like last time. That paddle is too hard
and it bruises. Can't you do something else? And I
need to be held down. I'll never be able to stay still
for it. I'll go across your lap and you could hold me
down and spank me good , but please not that paddle!"
Sandra mused for a moment. "Well ", she said slowly, "
I guess I could give you a good sound spanking in lieu
of the paddle, but it would be a good one--and it will
have to be with a paddle. I'll give it to you with a
smaller light paddle that we have here in the drawer."
Sandra stepped to the desk laying down the big paddle
pulled open the drawer and retrieved a small toy
novelty store paddle that bore the inscription "heat
for the seat" on it. It did not look too formidable,
thought John.
"And", added Sandra, seating herself in the tall
straight-backed chair, "you will take this completely
naked." That last statement
was made in a matter-of-fact way but it shocked both
John and
Tracy." WHATTT?" said Tracy. "That's right " said
Sandra,
"I want you naked for this. If I'm to give you a more
lenient session of behavior modification I want you to
really feel it and to really feel the shame of having
to be naked across my knee like a 10 year old."
Like a condemned prisoner Tracy unclasped her bra
freeing her pert breasts whose nipples were clearly
hardened. Placing her thumbs in the waistband of the
tiny panties she slipped them down revealing a
breathtakingly rounded little bottom.
Sandra patted her thighs with the paddle. "Across my
knee Tracy. Its time for an old fashioned bare bottom
spanking for you and I'm going to keep you over my
knee until I am sure you have learned a good lesson."
Tracy lowered herself across Sandra's lap. Sandra
adjusted her until her bottom was perched right over
her right thigh and her back was angled at the floor.
Placing her left arm over Tracy's back and pinioning
her right arm, Sandra patted Tracy's pert fanny with
the paddle and raised her arm.
Smack! Crack! Smack! Whack! Crack! Smack!
"Ouch ...owww ohhh Owwww!" cried Tracy
Spank! Crack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Oww....owww...owww...it stings!" pleaded Tracy
fluttering her legs but unable to aleviate the
stinging heat in her fanny.
Sandra proceeded to deliver spank after spank in a
steady rhythm to Tracy's quickly reddening bottom.
Tracy's rear would quiver with each crack of the
little paddle and a band of red would form where the
paddle struck. Tracy pleaded and wriggled with each
stinging smack, but Sandra methodically spanked her
little fanny to a hot tomato-red hue.
After about 90 rapid smacks Sandra intoned," You are
getting 10 more good licks Tracy. Count!"
SMACK!! " Owwww...one" wailed TRacy.
SMACK!! " Yeowwww....two"
CRACK!! "Ouch ...ouch....three"
* * * * * *
As the tenth spank was delivered , Tracy shot up and
clasped her burning rear. Dancing from foot to foot
she rubbed furiously trying to put out the fire in her
hind cheeks, oblivious to John's gaze and his obvious
hard on. As for John the spectacle of Tracy's spanking
over Sandra's knee had produced a raging hard on that
John could not conceal.
Tracy continued to hop around., hissing in pain and
Sandra tuned her attention to John." Ok John your
turn. I suppose I should be fair. I'll give you the
same option as Tracy---15 with the big paddle over
your underpants or a good spanking, completely bare,
with my little friend here."
John had to consider this carefully. If he took the
paddling he got to keep his pants on, but he might not
be able to hold still for it.
If he took the spanking, he knew Sandra would hold him
in place, but both women would see his cock in full
arousal. The latter, John decided, was the lesser of
two evils.
"You can spank me, Sandra. I'll take what Tracy got."
said John.
With that John peeled down his underwear and took off
his shirt.
"My ..My...my" said Sandra." I see you enjoyed Tracy's
spanking," she observed noting the turgid member that
stuck straight out. Tracy too by this time had calmed
down, and her eyes widened as she stared at John's
rigid penis.
"Get over my knee John, lets see if I can't focus your
mind on something else", said Sandra , grasping John
by his swollen member and pulling him across her lap.
Another jolt of pleasure hit John as she opened her
legs to accommodate John's cock and grasped it firmly
between her knees.
Tracy too had felt the fires of arousal from the
stinging spanking given by the beautiful red-haired
amazon on her nude fanny. To have had to strip for
both Sandra and John and then be spanked like a little
girl had triggered erotic feelings that had made her
wet between her legs and she unconsciously licked her
lips at the sight of John's arousal.
Sandra spanked John with steady stinging cracks of the
paddle that had John fluttering helplessly over her
knee. Each crack was a pistol-shot in the small room
and John hissed with pain under his breath, determined
to be brave and not allow Tracy to seem him break down
and cry. As the relentless smacking continued John
realized he had seriously underestimated the little
"heat-for the seat" paddle.
Crack! Smack! Whack! Smack! Crack! Spank! Crack! The
paddle continued to pop noisily across John's rapidly
reddening buttocks.
Crack! Smack! Crack! John could feel the tears
beginning to form in his eyes. Finally it was too
much.
"OOH....OWWW....OUCH....PLEASE SANDRA...STOP!"
Sandra just cracked the paddle down even harder.
Smack! Crack! Smack!
"OWWWW........" bawled John.
"Ten more, John. And count them", said Sandra.
How John endured those last ten cracks of the paddle
he had no idea. His rear was a fiery red, his eyes
full of tears, face red and voice cracking, he managed
to count to ten, accompanying the loud
retort of the paddle, slowly administered with the
full force of Sandra's arm behind each one.
John rose, gasping. He was a sight with his cock
bobbing up and down as he did the spankee's
humiliating dance rubbing his hind cheeks to try and
relieve the pain.
Sandra watched this spectacle until John regained his
composure. "Ok you two, you've been punished now. From
now on make sure you are here. The next time its 20
with the real paddle and I won't let you off with a
little paddywhacking like today. Understood?"
"Yes Sandra," said both Tracy and John together, still
rubbing their inflamed rear cheeks." I'm leaving now",
said Sandra..
"I'll let you dress by yourselves. Close the door
behind you when you leave."
"Oh my God, John that stung like crazy", said Tracy.
"You know it did", said John, "who would have thought
that little paddle would hurt like that?"
"It hurt all right, but you know what? I'm just as hot
in front as I am in the rear" cooed Tracy. " And I can
see you are too. I need some relief John and I think
you have just the thing," said Tracy cupping John's
balls in her hand and stroking his hard shaft.
"I need it too Tracy. I could barely stand the sight
of your gorgeous fanny squirming over Sandra's lap and
dancing under that little paddle" said John softly
pinching a hardened nipple between thumb and
forefinger.
"Oooh I want you in me right now", panted Tracy. "Lets
see...how can we do this? my bottom's too sore to lie
down.....I know..."
"We'll use this", said Tracy as she proceeded to
approach the spanking bench. Laying herself across the
bench in perfect position for a paddling she looked
back at John." Ooh lover, take me from the rear. Stick
it right up inside me now!"
If there was ever a sexier sight, John had never seen
it. Tracy was bent over the bench, red rear pouting
back at him, wetness glistening between the lips of
her womanhood.
John stepped up behind Tracy perched over the bench,
her red hiney on display and perfectly positioned to
receive him. Tracy spread her legs slightly as John
gripped his turgid rod and slipped it into her tight
sheath. The feel was electrifying for both of them. As
John began to slide back and forth, Tracy could feel
the friction against her little button. He stroked in
and out, waves of pleasure engulfing his senses. John
moved faster now, his belly smacking against Tracy's
red bottom driving her to new heights of pleasure.
John slid in and out in a frantic rhythm now trying to
hold off his own climax. Finally Tracy stiffened and
wailed, then pumped her backside furiously as John
felt his own orgasm releasing his seed deep within
Tracy's deliciously tight womb.
After a few moments they managed to become untangled
and John withdrew from Tracy with a soft plop!
"Oh my God, John, I'm totally drained. The spanking
and then the way you took
me !"
"Me too Tracy. I couldn't believe that watching her
spank you would turn me on like that!" said John,
smiling.
"Liar!" said Tracy "You knew and you loved it. I bet
you even engineered that little episode", she said
sticking out her tongue.
"And it looked like you got even harder when she
spanked you. I think maybe you missed classes on
purpose just so you could get our Ms Sandra to take
you over her knee and spank your little hiney."
"Well you got wet watching her paddle me, little miss
innocent.
Then they both stopped. Whatever the reason, what had
just happened had been a huge turn-on for both of them
and they were clearly infatuated with each other.
And so it went. A long weekend and more stinging in
the nether regions were in store for John and Tracy.
New love bloomed out of the stinging heat of a sound
spanking.
But what of Sandra and the other female instructors of
this unique club? What effect does the club's
disciplinary policy have on them?
And by the way, can a staff member really order her
charges to strip naked for a spanking?
coming....part3......Sandra gets hers!
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