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Subject: {ASSM} The Health Club Pt4
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The Health Club Pt 4
Tracy remembered those little "discussions" with her
mom from child hood. Mom had handled the discipline
for her and her younger brother Tom. It was a set
ritual. When correction was to be meted out, the
unlucky youngster would be instructed to get in the
tub and bathe. In the meantime mother would wait in
the bathroom and dry the miscreant with a towel when
she or he emerged. After the bath mom would grasp the
child by the wrist and walk her down the hall in the
nude, to her room. Once in the room, her mother would
sit on the bed and draw her standing between her knees
to deliver a lecture on the bad conduct the had
precipitated the event. When the talking was over, mom
would pull her around to her right side and firmly
place her across her knees. When her position was just
right, with bare bottom upended and legs dangling, mom
would say "...now Tracy I don't like to do this, but I
want you to remember this the next time you
disobey....".
Then the spanking would start. Lord, how her mom could
spank! Brisk wristy smacks would be delivered in a
steady barrage that would not let up until she was in
tears. Mom spanked long because she believed that the
best way to make the lesson felt was to build up the
sting in her charge's backside gradually. The spanks
were crisp and firm,but not as hard as she could make
them. Notwithstanding that, she was very thorough. The
prolonged volley of spanks, with less than a second
between each one, would soon bring Tracy and her
brother to the point of tears. Mom spanked until the
wriggling bare fanny across her lap was red and hot to
the touch and the tears were flowing freely. When she
arrived at that point, she would stop and review the
main reason for the punishment. After eliciting
tearful promises to behave in the future, she would
administer a series of hard spanks, slowly, one for
each year of her or Tom's age. When it was over mom
would hug her child tenderly, as she felt that once a
spanking was given, the matter was done.
At age 13, however, a new wrinkle was added. Believing
that the flat of her hand might be losing its
effectiveness as a means of instilling good behavior,
she resolved to make good use of the willow tree in
her back yard. So in the aftermath of the 7th grade
party incident when Tracy and some other friends had
snuck out late at night and strung toilet paper over a
neighbor's yard, there was a change in the ritual.
Tracy would never forget that day. After a halting
confession had been extracted from her, Mom handed
Tracy a short kitchen knife and told her to go cut a
switch from the willow tree. It had to be 2 feet long
and as big around as a pencil, her mom said, and for
her sake it should have all the bumps and buds
stripped off. Tracy had felt a cold lump of fear in
the pit of her stomach that day. The spankings were
bad enough, but it was now obvious that her mother
intended to whip her! She remembered the walk out to
the tree, the selection of a willow withe that seemed
big enough and long enough, and the reluctant trudge
back inside holding the very instrument of her
impending correction. After presenting the switch to
her mom who swished it a few times and said that it
would do, Tracy was ordered to the bathroom to bathe
and prepare. As usual her mother came in and helped
dry her off. Then there had been the long walk in the
nude down the hall following her mother as she tapped
the dreaded switch against her calf.
All too soon the moment of truth had arrived. Mom
seated herself on the bed and gave Tracy a lecture
about respecting other peoples 's property. Pulling
her errant daughter across her left thigh, Tracy's mom
had grasped Tracy's right hand to hold it in the small
of her back. Raising the switch Tracy's mom commenced
a whipping that Tracy would never forget. For the next
10 minutes the only sounds in that room were the
swissssh...thwack! of the switch against Tracy's nude
little bottom and her resultant squeals of pain.. Her
bare fanny had wiggled shamelessly across her mom's
knee as the switch had continued to swish and crack
with each carefully measured lick. When it was over
her mother had stood her on her feet, kissed her and
told her to be good. Tracy had returned to her room
and cried for an hour trying to rub the sting out of
her red and swollen striped rear cheeks. After that
the switching ritual had been employed on occasions of
severe misbehavior, but it was rare.
This was Tracy's musing as she considered the problem
of John. She needed to vent her anger at John so she
could forgive him. John was a keeper, but part of him
was a cocky little boy who needed to be taught some
respect.
"John, I would have thought that you had more respect
for me than to have actually let Sandra give you oral
sex in front of me," Tracy began, " and as a result I
feel angry and insulted. I like you a lot and I want
us to be special, but right now something needs to
happen that happened to me when I was a kid and really
stepped out of line."
"Look, Tracy, I'm really sorry. Can't you just forgive
me ? This won't happen again. I just got caught up in
the whole scene".
"Oh I can forgive you allright, but before that I need
to demonstrate how I feel to you and teach you not to
be so cavalier with my affections, " said Tracy.
"Now I want you to take this kitchen knife and go out
to the back yard. See that willow tree out there? I
want you to cut a switch about two feet long and as
big around as a pencil. Maybe you better cut two or
three."
John paled at this command. She was going to whip him
with a switch that he had to cut himself! He felt so
humiliated that he barely thought about how much it
would hurt!
"Isn't there some other way I can make this up to
you?" John pleaded.
"No," said Tracy folding her arms and tapping her
foot. "Get going".
John tried to stammer another apology but Tracy was
adament. If John wanted them to continue as a couple
he was going to be corrected for his behavior at
Sandra's paddling. John now red in the face and
fearful of Tracy's resolve, approached the willow and
cut three withes as Tracy had commanded. Tracy had
told John to go into the living room and wait for her
there as she changed clothes. Tracy changed into short
teddy with a short wispy skirt. It gave her freedom of
movement and was sexy to boot. All the more easy to
keep John under control and show him what he would be
giving up if he didn't obey, thought Tracy. She also
pulled a sash out of a housecoat and found a torn pair
of pantyhose. I will need to restrain him , she
thought to herself.
As John walked back to the house, he flicked the
switch against his palm. Yeouch, he thought, that
really stings. I hope she's not serious about this.
As John stood in the living room and saw Tracy walk in
in that sexy outfit, his penis began to stir. Tracy
decided to play this for all it was worth.
"All right John kneel down and present me with a
switch and ask me to correct you."
"Oh for God's sake.." began John.
"Do it now!" commanded Tracy.
"Ok..ok.." said John kneeling "Tracy I'm sorry please
punish me with this switch until you can forgive me."
Tracy accepted the switch from his hand.
"All right, John you may rise. Now take off your
clothes down to your underwear."
John knew it was useless to argue about this and
proceeded to strip down to his shorts and socks. This
was doubly embarassing because his arousal was
obvious.
Meanwhile Tracy had seated herself in the middle of
the couch and was ominously tapping the switch against
her palm.
"Stand here between my legs and hold out your hands",
said Tracy tying the sash around John's wrists.
"Do you have to do this?" whined John.
"Yes", said Tracy " You might not be able to control
yourself"
Tracy tied the pantyhose around John's knees.
Satisfied that he could not move or wriggle away Tracy
turned John over her left thigh. Grasping the back of
his shorts, Tracy pulled down his pants baring his
bottom. Cute, she thought. She hadn't had a man in
this position. I could get used to this, she giggled
to herself.
"John , you know why you're getting this licking. Do
you have anything to say?"
"Uh..I'm sorry..really...don't hit me too
hard..please?"
"This will sting John", said Tracy as she raised her
wrist and brought the switch down across John's bare
white bottom.
SWICK! "Owww" SWICK! "Ouch" SWISSH.....THWACK!
"Yeeeoww"
Tracy applied the switch to John's fanny raising red
lines across his buttocks. To John it felt like a line
of fire each time the switch struck. Tied as he was
all John could do was to wiggle helplessly over
Tracy's knee as the switch continued to fall.
SWISH...THWACK! SWISH......THWACK! SWICK! SWICK!
The sounds of the switching were accompanied by John's
squeals of pain and pleas for mercy. A very naughty
boy is getting his just desserts, thought Tracy as she
whipped the bare bottom of the male wriggling across
her knee. Indeed, but for the ages of the
participants, an observer might conclude that some
maternal justice was being meted out in the age-old
fashion by a determined mom.
"I <swick> want<swish> you to remember this John
<swish..thwack> and I want the respect from you that I
deserve! SWISH...THWACK!! Do you understand?"
"Owwwww....yesss...please stoppp!!"
With a final SWISHHH.......THWACK!! and a wail of
"Owwww..." from John, Tracy put down the switch. She
rubbed John's bottom with her hand. It was criss-
crossed with welts from the switch and stung
ferociously.
"Now John will you respect my feelings from now on? Am
I important to you?"
"Yes ...Tracy....Yes..."
"Good boy .Now stand up"
As John stood his penis which had become flaccid under
the pain of the switching now began to revive under
the ministrations of Tracy's hand . With John standing
between her legs she grasped John's cock and began to
run her fingers back and forth bringing him to a state
of hardness. Then releasing his cock for a moment she
unbuttoned a panel on her teddy exposing her vulva.
"Kneel between my legs John," she breathed, "and start
licking."
"Ow! Ow! My ass," wailed John. But he could not rub.
His hands were still tied.
John knelt down and stuck his face into Tracy's warm,
moist crotch. He found the bud of her clitoris and
began flicking it with his tongue. The whipping of
John's cute bare fanny had produced a state of high
arousal in Tracy. A little more of John's tongue up
her vagina and she would orgasm.
"Stop now John. Just one more thing. Stand up." John
stood.
"My mom always finished a punishment this way" said
Tracy, hauling John back across her knees. I think you
are a good man, but a very naughty boy. You're back
over my knee to get 29 spanks with my hand, one for
each year of your life". John began to protest. "But
then you're going to fuck me! And don't worry---I'll
count."
"Wait a minute, Tracy, please-my ass is on fire. I've
been punished enough." John was clearly in
distress-almost blubbering. Tracy steeled herself. She
felt this had to be done.
This time Tracy arranged John across her thighs to
trap John's engorged cock between them and proceeded
to spank John's red fanny with crisp smacks that had
John pumping his rear end up and down, almost meeting
her hand in a furious dance of pain and arousal. John
moaned and bounced over Tracy's lap.
Spank! Spank! Smack! " One! Two! Three!"
Tracy spanked in a deliberate tempo with gusto making
each cheek ripple on impact. She imagined that this
was how she and her brother must have looked , upended
over mom's knee for discipline.
* * * * * *
* * * * *
Tracy continued to crack her palm against John's
tender fanny.........
SPANK!" 25! "SPANK!" 26 !" SMACK!"27" CRACK! "28"
CRACK!! "29"
"OWWWW.....YEOWWW!" wailed John through the ordeal.
The heat of the spanking on top of his already
painfully striped cheeks was excruciating but the
friction of his penis gripped between Tracy's thighs
was driving him mad with lust. When Tracy stopped, he
was perilously close to cumming.
Tracy quickly untied John and tore off her teddy.
Pulling John down to her on the couch she slipped his
penis into her wet sex and began churning her hips.
Gripping his welted buttocks she rammed him into her
and after a scant few minutes they came together in a
thunderous orgasm.
It turned out to be a defining moment in their
relationship. John knew he could not take Tracy for
granted. Tracy knew she wanted this man. They each had
faults but at least the episode taught them that there
were ways of resolving hurts and thoughtless acts. And
so it was that a system began to emerge...one that
frequently called for the application of palm or
paddle to bottom and the hot lovemaking that followed.
But let us not forget the club. For even as we leave
this domestic scene, our couple is in trouble
again....and Ms Victoria has some very wicked ideas
for those poor club members who have not obeyed the
rules..NEXT PART 5 -THE CHARITY AUCTION
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