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Subject: {ASSM} The Health Club Pt3
Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2000 10:10:17 -0400
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THE HEALTH CLUB PT 3
The aftermath of John and Tracy's encounter with
Sandra turned out to be hotly stimulating for both of
them. Tracy had been turned on by being spanked by
Sandra with John watching and found that it was even
better upended over John's knee on the receiving end
of some brisk smacks with the flat of John's hand.
Tracy would frequently tease John by tickling him as
he sat on the sofa attempting to watch tv. If she
happened to be wearing a skimpy baby doll nighty at
the time she she would likely be warned once or twice
to cut it out. Another tickle and a giggle from Tracy
and John would say:
"Thats it, Tracy. I know a naughty little girl who's
going to get her bottom warmed."
With that John would grab Tracy and haul her over his
lap as he sat on the sofa. Peeling down the silky
panties, John would trap Tracy's right hand in the
small of her back and start spanking her perfectly
rounded fanny with stinging smacks gradually raising
the heat in her cute sit-upons. John spanked in a
pattern from right to left and then center,
concentrating on the crowns of her rear cheeks, and
the soft swelling of her buttocks where they met the
tops of her thighs. By the time Tracy was a hot pink,
her slit would be wet and slippery, and ready for
John's engorged cock. After soundly spanking Tracy's
bottom John would ask her if she was ready to be good.
Tracy would assure John that she would be the best
little girl in the world if he would only stop the
spanking. John would allow her to slide off his lap
and she would kneel before him and pull his cock from
his pants. The hard member would then disappear
between Tracy's lips as she took him into her mouth.
This charming scene would often end with Tracy astride
John's thighs impaled on his manhood and riding both
of them to a shattering orgasm.
With such fun and games it was lucky that they both
managed to stay on track at the club. It was with some
trepidation that they received a summons from Ms
Victoria Tannen, the owner of the club, requesting
their presence at a meeting in Vicky's <as she was
known to members > private office.
Victoria Tannen was a 37 year old, tall,
sophisticated, dark haired beauty with a voluptuous
figure. She was a widow and the money from her
husband's estate had enabled her to open this unique
health club. Vicky had been an aerobics instructor
when she met Biff Tannen, a self made millionaire. In
fact it had been the regime she had begun with Biff
that had planted the seed of the idea. Vicky wanted
Biff to stay in shape and so it was that any slacking
on Biff's part would often earn him a stinging session
over Vicky's knee while she taught him the value of
obeying her mandate with a flat backed hairbrush
applied to his bare bottom. Biff put up with this, for
the sex that usually followed was mind-blowing.
Vicky's office was on the third floor of the building,
behind a thick door at the end of a long corridor.
When they arrived they were surprised to see Sandra
standing to one side of Vicky's desk, clad in her
usual outfit of tight fitting white short-shorts and a
T shirt, white socks and gym shoes. She appeared
nervous.
Vicky got right to the point.
"John and Tracy, thank you for coming. I wish to clear
something up with you about this club and get to the
bottom of an incident that I heard about. I understand
that Sandra had to discipline you two a few weeks ago
for a second instance of missed classes. Is this
true?"
Both Tracy and John nodded.
"And I heard through the grapevine," said Vicky now
looking sharply at Sandra, "that Miss Sandra here
required you to strip naked to receive correction. Is
this true as well?"
Both nodded again.
"On behalf of the club I must apologize. We do not
allow our instructors to give swats on the bare
buttocks. You both must have been terribly
embarrassed. What do you have to say for yourself,
Sandra?"
"I'm sorry ma'am it will never happen again. I let
them off of paddle swats with the big paddle.....",
she said pleading her case.
"I don't care Sandra. A bare naked paddling is not
permitted. And you know better. I should probably fire
you", Vicky continued, " but in this case I may have a
solution that may make up for your embarrassment, John
and Tracy, and teach Sandra here a lesson. Follow me."
With that Vicky rose approached a door at the side of
her office. Opening this door, she ushered them in.
"This is my private exercise room. It is also where I
deal with naughty employees who do not follow my
directives. Yes", she continued, " people in my employ
sign an agreement similar to yours. They agree to
accept correction at my hands in appropriate cases in
lieu of being fired. In my view this is a very
appropriate case."
As if to emphasize her point, Vicky gestured toward
the wall which included a pegboard with hooks. Hanging
on the pegboard were a wooden paddle with holes in it
and a leather strap with a wooden handle
Turning to Sandra she said:
"Sandra, do you agree to accept punishment at my
hands?"
"Yes, ma'am. I want to stay."
John and Tracy were now noticing some unique features
of this room. In addition to a weight bench,
Stairmaster and rowing machine there was an odd
apparatus that looked like an old pillory, only this
one was a very modern version. It was a narrow padded
bench about waist high. At one end was a padded
cylinder extending horizontally and at the other a
board split into two halves on runners. There were
three holes in the board that looked like they would
accommodate a person's neck and wrists. The board
could move along the bench to adjust for height. The
legs holding the bench were height-adjustable too.
"Alright Sandra, the time has come. Take off your
clothes and assume the position at the pillory."
"Please Vicky....er...I mean Ms. Tannen. Do I have to
be punished naked? These shorts are very thin and I'm
sure I'll really feel it good."
"You made these two strip naked and I don't see that
you should be treated any differently", said Vicky
sternly. "I don't want anything between your bare
bottom and this paddle for this."
Vicky unclipped the wicked looking paddle from the
wall and indicated to Sandra to prepare herself.
Sandra pulled the tight t-shirt over her head and
unclipped her bra, freeing her firm full breasts. From
what John could see it appeared that the nipples were
hard.
Sandra undid the button of her shorts and tugged them
down revealing a full and rounded pair of bottom
cheeks flaring outwardly from a narrow waist and
encased in a tiny pair of white silk panties.
Sandra hesitated with her thumbs in the elastic of the
panties.
"The panties too Sandra. Take them down."
Sandra slowly slid the panties down her thighs
revealing an alabaster bottom with a deep crevice
between the cheeks. She approached the pillory and
bent over the pad while Vicky raised the upper half of
the board so she could insert her hands and neck.
Locking the board down Vicky then buckled a belt
attached to the bench part across the small of
Sandra's back causing her to elevate her hips even
more to provide the best possible target for the
paddle. A final strap tightened around the backs of
her knees and she was ready for her impending
chastisement.
"I'm going to give you 20 swats with this
paddle...hard, and then we'll see. Do you have
anything to say?"
"Please not so hard. I'm really sorry...," wailed
Sandra.
Vicky raised the paddle to shoulder height and then
brought it down with an audible whoosh! SMACK!!
The paddle cracked against Sandra's bottom. Her fanny
flattened out for an instant before springing back and
displaying a bright red band. Vicky began to lay on
the swats evenly with a brief pause between each one.
John could see the flesh of her cheeks ripple with
every stinging smack of the paddle which cracked like
pistol shots in the enclosed space of Vicky's workout
room.
CRACK!<pause> CRACK!<pause> SMACK!!
"Owww...please...I'm really sorry..."
CRACK! "Count!"
"Owwww...four I think..."
CRACK!
"Ye....owwww.....five!"
CRACK!"Six" WHACK! "Seven...owwwww"WHACK! "Ouch..."
"Don't lose count or I start over!"
CRACK! WHACK! SMACK!
"Oww...ow....owwww...nine,ten eleven"
*************************************************************
The merciless paddling continued with Sandra
blubbering out the number of each whack in between
cries of distress. Her quivering bottom became an
angry red as it absorbed each sizzling smack of the
paddle. Meanwhile John had developed an erection that
had not gone unnoticed by either Tracy or Vicky.
CRACK!" nineteen....please stop...ow"
WHACK! "Yeeowwww.......twenty!"
"Well Sandra I think we're making progress, but I
notice John has a little problem", said Vicky with a
wicked smile. "Perhaps you can help him"
"John if you'll be so kind as to go to the other side
where Sandra's head is and loosen your zipper I think
Sandra can can use her mouth to better effect than
crying like a baby."
John, understanding what Vicky had in mind, needed no
further encouragement and proceeded to unzip his pants
and pull out his throbbing member, made rock hard by
the spectacle of Sandra's bare bottom paddling. Tracy
while feeling considerable arousal from witnessing the
smacking of Sanrda's luscious bare fanny was a little
miffed at John's obvious enthusiasm for Vicky's
command.
With John's cock pointed at Sandra's face trapped in
the pillory, Vicky retrieved the leather strap and
showed it to Sandra.
Sandra pleaded: "Please not the strap...please no..!"
"This is all up to you, Sandra. You are going to take
John into your mouth and I am going to strap
you...hard. When John cums I will stop, understood?"
Sandra opened her mouth to take John's full hardness
and began swirling her tongue around the head to try
to get John to cum. At the same time Vicky swung the
strap connecting with Sandra's bottom right across the
crown of her sit-spot with a loud CRACK!
As Sandra desperately tried to bring John off, Vicky
continued to swing the strap in wide arcs, cracking
against Sandra's tender bottom.
Crack! crack! smack! the strap continued to fall.
Whack! "mmmfff" Whack!"mmm" Crack!"mmmmffff" Sandra
frantically sucked on John's penis as he rocked his
hips back and forth while her reddened fanny burned
hotter with each lick from the strap.
John could not hold out much longer. Between the sight
of Sandra's tear streaked face, the sensation in his
penis, and the sight of that strap cracking against
Sandra's wriggling rear, John was brought to a
thunderous orgasm and released his seed into Sandra's
mouth.
* * * * * * *
* * *
Together they released Sandra who stood stiffly and
attempted to rub the heat out of her rear cheeks which
by now appeared to be swollen to twice their normal
size. Sandra was crying real tears.
"You may leave now Sandra", intoned Vicky.
Sandra slowly picked up her clothes and shuffled out
wincing with every step.
"I believe justice has been served", said Vicky. "I
assure you there will be no such further incidents in
the future. If in the future either of you must
undergo a behavior modification it will be according
to club policies."
"Er...thanks", said John." I guess we'll let ourselves
out. Lets go, Tracy".
John and Tracy left and returned to her place. Tracy
was silent until they got home. Then she said:
"You were certainly eager to have that red haired
bitch go to work on you."
"Hey ....whoa ..Tracy. I was just going with the
flow."
"Well, you didn't have to agree to everything. I
thought we had something special and I'm angry about
you having sex with her...and right in front of me!"
"It wasn't sex. The president of the United States
says so," said John with a mirthful grin.
"That crack and your behavior are going to cost you
mister...that is if you want to stay with me! I think
its high time we had a little discussion about your
attitude......."
TO BE CONTINUED.....
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