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Subject: {ASSM} The Health Club Pt5a
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THE HEALTH CLUB PT 5A
John and Tracy continued to go to the club. It was
working. Tracy continued to maintain her adorable
figure and John continued to lose the weight. From
time to time they would see other members take that
fearful trip down to the basement led by one of the
beautiful and fit instructors only to emerge sometime
later flushed and tearfully rubbing their well heated
posteriors.
The couple was careful to make classes because in view
of the fact that a miss would be the third within a
year, the next "session" in the basement would mean a
blistering 25 licks with that hard paddle that hung on
the wall. But good intentions don't count for much
when you are young and in love and have other things
to do. Eventually John and Tracy managed to put
together three misses in a row. Thus they were not
surprised by the summons they received from no other
than the club owner, Victoria Tannen. This was a
little unusual, however, because typically, discipline
was meted out by the instructor in charge of the last
class that they had missed. In this case that would
have been Chrissy, a stunning statuesque blonde with a
cheerful face and hair that was styled in ringlets
that fell to her shoulders. That wasn't good news
because despite her cheery demeanor, Chrissy was an
avid tennis player with a strong right arm and a
no-nonsense lady when it came time to administer a
paddling for slacking off.
Thus it was that John and Tracy were not surprised to
see Chrissy when they answered the summons in Ms
Vicky's office.
"I understand from Chrissy here that you two are down
for a little discipline for slacking off again." said
Vicky.
"Yes ma'am" chimed in Chrissey, and I'm ready to
administer it."I do believe its 25 good solid swats
with the big paddle this time", she added with an evil
grin.
"We both have tried really hard", pleaded Tracy.
"Can't we be let off just once?"
"Yeah", added John earnestly, "we just got caught up
in other stuff"
"'Fraid not kids," said Vicky shaking her head. " If I
let you off, everyone will want to plead extenuating
circumstances----the whole program will collapse.
" But there is another option".
"Yes....?" said both John and Tracy hopefully.
"I'm hosting a charity auction for a number of
charities and causes that I support. Its a unique
affair every year given for a select group who support
the same causes that I do. Each year I try to think of
some interesting and novel way to auction some things
that are donated by benefactors to raise money".
"But what does that have to do with us and our
...er...problem?" said John.
"Well, this year I am not going to auction off
things.....rather, I have in mind a kind of
'performance', if you will. I am going to present a
series of tableaus or little skits depicting scenes of
chastisement for the enjoyment of this somewhat unique
crowd. The scenes will be acted out by the instructors
on my staff and by club members, such as yourselves,
who have sort of landed in hot water and are due for a
major discipline session with an instructor.
Participating in one of these little skits will square
you with the club and as an added incentive you will
each get a year's membership free. So, what do you
say?"
"Just what kind of 'skits' are you talking about?"
said John
"There are several and they will be assigned by lot.
For example, if you are female you might have to act
the part of a naughty schoolgirl who has been sent to
the principal's office. You will be on stage in a
little pleated skirt and knee socks, saddle oxfords
and a white blouse. Let's say Chrissy is the
principal----she is holding the school paddle. What is
offered for bid is the number of swats the girl will
receive with the paddle. Lets say each swat is two
hundred dollars. The bidding begins at three swats and
goes up from there, that is assuming that some bidder
wants to see our naughty girl get a good paddling. And
depending on the implement each stroke could be more
expensive or less costly. Obviously a birch rod would
command more per stroke than a little paddle or a
hairbrush."
"And are these swats on the bare?" asked Tracy.
"My dear, at my auction, and at these prices, yes,
bottoms will be bare!"
"Can we talk for a minute?" said Tracy.
"Go right ahead. Step outside and come back when you
decide."
"What do you think?" said John when they were alone.
"It can't be as bad as a 25 swat paddling down in that
room," said Tracy, "and think...a free years
membership"
"Yeah and at two hundred bucks a lick and up you'd
have to bid thousands to get the count up high....lets
go for it. Anyway we don't get paddled today if we
take the deal."
"Ok lets do it...I can't take 25 licks with that
paddle today...brrrrrrr" said Tracy.
"Ok", said John, as they walked back in, "we're in"
"Wonderful!" said Vicky, "and just remember, the brief
pain and embarrassment will all be for a good cause.
You two are plucky kids, you can handle it."
On the way out Chrissy pulled John aside. "I'm
disappointed that I didn't get to paddle your cute
butt today" she said chuckling," but I'm a stern
governess in one of the scenes and I get to pull a
naughty boy across my knee and spank his bare
toddyside with a hairbrush. I hope it's you and I hope
the bidding is hot and heavy". She gave him a pat on
the bottom and a wink and turned and walked away.
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Two weeks before the event all the participants were
called together in Vicky's office.
There were the club's staff including Chrissy and
Sandra, and 8 club members who, now that the day of
reckoning was fast approaching, looked a little glum.
Vicky, however was as cheerful as could be.
"Well, I'm excited. I know we're going to have a great
event and raise lots of money for charity! Now we are
here today to draw lots for the skits and to measure
everyone for costumes. Our staff already have their
assigned roles so after today you will know who is
going to 'do' you, so to speak. Now each of you draw
one slip of paper from this bowl, please."
Nervously, each member stepped up and drew a slip. The
slip contained a brief description of the scene and
the implement of correction. Matt, a sandy haired
young man drew a stable scene with the riding mistress
in command. He was to be bent over a trestle to
receive the riding crop. Jane, a pretty and slender
young woman with long straight chestnut brown hair
would be tied to a whipping post and given the
martinet in a medieval type of motif. Mary, a slightly
plump strawberry blonde was down for a prison
strapping. Tina, a redhead with athletic legs and a
prominent ass would be birched in the pillory. Jim, a
slightly juvenile-looking young man would get the
school paddle.
By contrast, John and Tracy got off lightly, or so
they thought. Tracy was to be a naughty daughter due
for a spanking with a novelty store paddle from a 50's
mom to be played by Carol, a sandy haired 30ish woman
who looked the part of a June Cleaver type. John drew
Chrissy and her hairbrush, to be administered by a
Victorian governess to her charge for persistent
misbehavior.
Chrissy grinned openly at John and Carol gave Tracy a
wink. When everyone had been measured for costumes,
the meeting ended.
"Be at my residence at 6:00pm on the 17th," admonished
Vicky, "and don't be late!"
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For the unfortunate club members the two weeks had
gone by all to swiftly and they found themselves at
what turned out to be a mansion that was the home of
Victoria Tannen on the appointed Saturday night. John
and Tracy had marveled at the house as they drove up.
It was a stately manor, well out of town, at the end
of a long driveway and out of sight of the main road.
A large hall was set up with buffet tables covered
with food at one end and a raised stage with a curtain
at the other. Next to the stage was a podium where
Victoria herself would hold forth as the mistress of
ceremonies. There was a door behind the stage where
props could be brought on and off stage.
Tracy and John and the others were dispatched to
upstairs bedrooms to dress. John's costume turned out
to be highly embarrassing. It was a little boy's
sailor suit with short pants that were a bit tight,
and white knee socks. Tracy wore tight 50's style
pedal pushers that displayed her cute hiney to
perfection.
"My, but you're cute "said Tracy with a laugh.
"You won't think its so cute when your tail is getting
spanked", growled John.
"Oh don't be such a baby," said Tracy," it's for a
good cause. Did you see those people downstairs? I've
never seen such gowns and jewelry. These people must
be loaded!"
"Yes and that worries me. They have money to burn and
what they will burn it with is our rear ends!"
The participants were assembled in the room behind the
stage. Everyone was in costume. John especially noted
Chrissy in her long governess dress and crisp white
blouse. She was holding a wide oval shaped flat-backed
hairbrush.
"Hello, John", she said, meaningfully tapping the
hairbrush on her palm. "I understand you've been a bad
boy," she laughed , "and in such an adorable outfit
too. I just know the female patrons are going to bid
like crazy when they see your cute buns in that sailor
suit. And when the bidding is done I'm going to peel
down those little shorts, put you over my knee and
give you the tanning of your young life."
John could only gaze at the stern vision of loveliness
presented by Chrissy and gulp shamefacedly while his
hand crept back absently rubbing his bottom. At the
same time he became aware of a tightening in the front
of his shorts that he hoped was not noticeable.
Meanwhile Carol approached Tracy and said," My but
aren't you the bratty teenager tonight? I can't wait
to get you over mama's lap and tan your little fanny
with mama's paddle. See", she said brandishing the
little paddle, " it says 'for the cute little dear
with the bare behind'. That's you".
Tracy just stuck out her tongue, getting into her
role.
"OOH...just you wait young lady", laughed Carol. But
then she said more seriously, "you know, we are going
to have to give these folks their money's worth. I
have to make it real-we all do. No hard feelings?"
Tracy shook her head, OK, but she wore a grimace.
The place was beginning to fill with people dressed in
expensive evening wear mixed with younger men and
women in costumes that mimicked those worn by the
"condemned" backstage. Later John and Tracy would
notice that some of these in costume were other club
members.
The richly dressed crowd was milling around the bar
and buffet when Vicky took the podium.
"Attention everyone, we are ready to start. This year
we have a very unusual treat for you. I know you are
all staunch Republicans and church-goers <laughter> so
I know you have a special interest in retribution
<more laughter>. So tonight The Health Club presents
some very naughty members of our club who need to
atone for their misdeeds. And it is you my dear
patrons who will decide their fate. Each of these
young men and ladies have been paired with an
instructor at my club. Each pair has been dressed and
equipped to enact a scene of well deserved
chastisement. But how severely will each be punished?
That is what you will decide. You will bid against
each other to determine the number of strokes, licks ,
spanks or lashes each of these naughty lads and
lassies will get. The dollar amount of each one will
be based on the severity of the implement. So, lets
get started. The winning bidder will be entitled to
sit in this chair or stand if they wish, right in
front of the stage to closely observe."
A hush fell on the crowd as Vicky continued:
"First up is Mary, a prisoner at the Badham County
Women's Farm. It seems that Mary has tried several
times to escape."
The curtain opened to reveal Mary in tight denim and a
work shirt knotted under her ample breasts standing by
a T-bar which is a padded cylinder on a post at hip
height, and Marcy, a tall brunette in an abbreviated
"prison guard" outfit standing behind her holding a
leather strap.
"I think what we have here is a failure to communicate
<laughter>" said Vicky. "We call the strap that Marcy
is holding 'the persuader' <laughter>. We are going to
pull down Mary's jeans, bend her over that bar. So how
many licks with 'the persuader does she get?
Each lick will be priced at $300. What am I bid?"
"$900" shouted a voice from the back.
"$1200" countered another
"Am I bid $1500?" said Vicky.
"$1500" said a wealthy looking silver haired
gentleman.
The bidding continued until it reached the outrageous
price of $2700.Poor Mary was in for 9 licks of the
heavy strap. There was cheering and applause as the
winner came up to the podium.
Vicky turned to Marcy. " Deputy, carry out the
sentence".
"Allright, Mary," she drawled like a Southern
sheriff, "drop those britches and get over the bar."
Nervously, Mary skinned down her tight denims and bent
over the bar, causing her ample bottom to bulge
obscenely. A pair of brawny "attendants" fastened her
hands to a ring at the bottom of the bar and tightened
a strap behind her knees. Marcy stepped up behind Mary
and peeled down her panties to reveal a full, fleshy
bottom. Taking her position to Mary's left, Marcy
hefted the strap and brought it down with a loud
CRACK! that caused a distinct ripple in the proffered
hind cheeks and left a band of red. Mary howled.
Another CRACK! a few seconds later had the same
effect. Marcy was an excellent whipper, taking her
time to deliver each stroke that landed flat against
the crowns of Mary's bottom. The crowd was strangely
silent as for the next few minutes the strap smacked
the wobbling rear cheeks and Mary yeowled in pain. As
the ninth stroke was delivered the crowd broke into
cheers and applause. Mary was released and stood
furiously rubbing her rear while to the delight of the
crowd Marcy took a bow. Once Mary had regained her
pants Marcy tucked the strap under her arm and taking
Mary by the hand , led her from the stage.
The next participants were Matt, as a negligent stable
boy and Amanda as a severe riding mistress. Amanda was
dressed in jodphurs and black knee high boots. Matt
was bent over a trestle, his pants removed and given
11 sizzling licks with a riding crop which had gone
for $350 a piece. Once again the crowd turned silent
for the SWISSH.....CRACK! of the crop and Matt's yells
of distress.
Following Amanda and Matt were Tina and Sandra. Sandra
was a puritan garbed town beadle and Tina was a maid
sentenced to the birch for failing to attend church. A
pillory was wheeled on stage to set the scene. Prior
to the bidding Tina was stripped down to a short
camisole and white bloomers that fit snugly, outlining
her delicious figure. The birch also went for $350 a
stroke, but the crowd was getting loosened up now and
a wealthy looking matron drove the bidding to 12
strokes--$4200. Tina let out an anguished "nooo..." as
the "sentence" was pronounced:
"For failure to properly attend the Lord's Day ye
shall be locked in the pillory and given 12 strokes of
the birch rod upon your naked bottom", intoned Vicky
solemnly.
This time the crowd cheered as Tina was fastened into
the pillory and her bloomers lowered to her knees. The
birch was a freshly cut bundle of thin willow switches
bound in twine. Sandra took up the birch and swishing
it once or twice delivered a full swipe to Tina's
quivering hiney. Tina let out a screech as the rod
swished and thwacked against her nubile fanny. Each
stroke was given in a slow and deliberate cadence.
SWISSSH......THWACKKK! SWISSHHH.......THWACKK! Locked
in the pillory, Tina could only wiggle her bottom
lewdly in a vain attempt to alleviate the burning
sting. For the audience it was an utterly captivating
sight: an ancient pillory holding an attractive 22
year old redhead, her bloomers around her ankles,
voluptuous nude bottom jutting out as a result of her
bent-over posture, and a tall amazonian redhaired
"beadle" swishing the birch against her defenseless
rear. When the 12th stroke had been administered,
Tina's buttocks were a hot shade of red. The yoke of
the pillory was lifted and a tearful Tina was allowed
to rise. Tina was escorted off the stage by both
Sandra and the attractive matron who had paid to have
her whipped.
But still to come were John and Tracy.......
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