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Subject: {ASSM} The Health Club Pt5b
Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2000 11:10:16 -0400
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The Health
Club Pt 5B
The auction continued. From the room behind the stage
John and Tracy could see the action on stage and the
crowd's reaction. There was a palpable sexual tension
in the air inspired by the various scenes of
voluptuous chastisement that were being enacted for
the benefit of the wealthy patrons who were shelling
out thousands of dollars to see the attractive club
members put to the lash and the paddle. In the crowd
watching, furtive hands began to stray to the bodies
of partners and dates <and in some cases total
strangers> gently patting, caressing and squeezing.
Mingling with the patrons in evening wear, John
noticed a number of young men and women in costume
similair to what was being worn onstage in keeping
with the theme of the evening. John also noted that he
recognized some of them as club members.
The next scene featured Jim, a youngish looking man of
23, as a schoolboy in trouble. Playing the part of
his strict teacher was Jennifer, a statuesque blond in
a tight short skirt and a white ruffled blouse. With
her blonde hair pulled back in a bun and wearing black
horn rim glasses for effect, she looked every inch the
stern but beautiful schoolmistress of many a boy's
fantasy. Jim's imagined offense was snapping rubber
bands at girls in class and he was to be paddled for
it. In truth, Jim was very much taken with Jennifer.
The attention he was about to get from Jennifer, even
for the purpose of such a shameful ritual, was worth
it as far as Jim was concerned.
Vicky had Jen hold up the paddle for all to see.
"This is the terror of many a naughty schoolboy like
our Jim here. It is 15" long in the business end, 3"
wide and 3/8" thick. Notice the pattern of dime-sized
holes to cut down on air resistance. Even a few licks
on the bare behind with this implement will instill
immediate contrition for misbehavior. So ladies and
gentlemen, what am I bid at $400
per swat?"
Even at this price the bidding was heavy and
eventually a youngish woman in a designer gown
purchased Jim's punishment at the whopping sum of
$6000--15 licks with the dreaded paddle.
"Allright then Jim, you bad boy," said Jen " Imagine.
Snapping rubber bands at the girls in my class. I
won't have it, do you understand?" Jim nodded, not
sure of how to play this. "Very well, you will pull
down your pants and briefs this instant!"
Jim gulped visibly. Now that the moment of truth was
here he wasn't so sure. He nervously fumbled with his
belt, and lowered his pants to his knees.
"The underpants too, Jim. You are to be taught a good
lesson in proper behavior at this school," said Ms
Jennifer, now clearly relishing her role.
Jim turned, back to the crowd, and dropped his white
jockey shorts to his knees.
"Now bend over and grip behind your knees, young man,
while I teach you a lesson with this paddle that your
mother obviously neglected."
Jim assumed the position, displaying his rear end for
the painful kiss of the paddle.
CRACK!......."OWWW...." CRACK!...."OUCH!"
WHACK!....."OWWW...."
Jennifer swung the paddle with a full arm swing
connecting each time squarely across the crowns of
Jim's rear cheeks. With each solid smack! his fanny
would flatten momentarily only to spring back an
instant later leaving a sploch of red where the paddle
had struck. The pain was incredible. Jim tried
desperately to stay in position, but at the fourth
swat bolted straight upright and clutched his aching
buttocks.
"Get right back down, young man!" said Jennifer.
Reluctantly Jim did so.
Each crack of the paddle produced a wail from Jim. His
buttocks turned a fiery red. Despite his best efforts,
tears began to well up in his eyes.
"Please stop, please stop, I can't take any more!" Jim
pleaded.
Jen bent over and whispered, " Are you going to be a
baby or take your licks bravely?"
"I can't, I can't! It hurts too much" Jim blubbered,
now completely humiliated at having broken down in
tears in front of the object of his affections.
"You have six more coming...take them like a man",
said Jen.
The excited crowd urged her on, and Jennifer did not
let up to spare Jim's beet red buttocks.
The last six swats were given full force, landing
solidly across Jim's thoroughly reddened backside
producing a loud crack! each time and pitiful crying
from Jim.
When Jennifer finally gave him permission to rise Jim
shot upright and vigorously rubbed his rear cheeks
oblivious to the display his nudity presented. After a
moment, he managed to pull his pants up over his
enflamed rear and was escorted from the stage by
Jennifer.
Wow, that was the worst one yet, thought both Tracy
and John. And Tracy was up next!
Tracy and Carol emerged onstage. The only prop was a
solid-looking straight-backed chair. Carol, a
well-built sandy haired blonde was the epitome of a
50's mom in a long print dress. She was holding a
small novelty store paddle bearing the inscription "
for the cute little dear with the bare behind". Tracy
was certainly a "cute little dear" in her blouse and
tight pedal pushers that emphasized the curves of her
rounded fanny.
"Tracy has been bratty", Vicky began, "and we all know
that in the 50's a teenager was bratty at the risk of
a painful lesson over mom's knee. This little paddle
Carol is holding was commonly sold in souvenir shops
all over in the 50's and 60's and can be found to this
day. It doesn't look like much but I'll bet Carol will
be able to give Tracy here a lesson that it doesn't
pay to sass mom. Each smack is only $50, so open your
pocketbooks and lets start the bidding!"
In no time at all the bidding reached 35 spanks, but
then a surprise bid of $5000 from an attractive 40ish
lady accompanied by an older dark-haired gentleman
stopped everyone else cold.
"My dear Marion," said Vicky, "I believe the honors
are yours. Come on down."
"Carol, the floor is yours."
A mic was placed on stage so that dialogue could be
heard.
"Tracy, get over here right now! I will not tolerate
your brattiness any more!"
"Awww....mom, lighten up willya?" said Tracy
determined to get into the act and put on a good show.
Even at 100 smacks the little paddle did not look
formidable.
"That's quite enough...you're going to get a good
spanking with my paddle to teach you some respect for
your elders", said Carol grasping Tracy by the wrist.
She proceeded to sit and pulled Tracy to her front.
Tracy protested loudly as Carol unsnapped her pedal
pushers and lowered them to her knees revealing
Tracy's cute bottom in white cotton panties.
"No, mom, no" wailed Tracy as Carol pulled her over
her sturdy lap. "I'm too old for a spanking!"
Inserting her fingers into the waistband of Tracy's
panties she peeled them down to Tracy's knees.
Tracy's bare bottom was now perched over Carol's right
thigh, which she raised slightly, cocking it in
optimum position for a sound spanking.
And sound it was. The little paddle cracked! and
smacked! in a steady volley of unhurried spanks on
Tracy's bare wriggling fanny. Crack! smack! smack!
spank! went the little paddle. "ow...ouch
....yeowww....mom...please!" went Tracy. Tracy now
understood that the little paddle meant business as
the relentless smacks began to build up the heat in
her sit-spot. Smack! crack! smack! The count was
reaching 50 and Tracy's nude sit-upons were a cherry
red.
As Carol raised the paddle for the 50th lick, the
winning bidder Marion said:
" Stop...stop!"
Carol halted in mid smack as Marion approached Vicky
and whispered in her ear.
Vicky nodded and returned to the microphone.
"Our dear friend Marion says that she thinks Carol is
doing an excellent job of disciplining Tracy....but
she believes she can do better<laughter>. She proposes
to finish the job and will double her donation for the
privilege of doing so."
This proposal met with wild cheers. Vicky nodded to
Carol who stood Tracy on her feet, rose, and handed
the paddle to Marion. Tracy took this opportunity to
rub the sting out of her bottom.
Marion seated herself and wasted no time.
"Don't you dare rub young lady. Now you will see what
a sound spanking really feels like!"
Grabbing Tracy's hand, Marion yanked her across her
lap and raised the paddle. With an arm motion that had
plenty of wrist snap in it, Marion began to rain down
crisp hard smacks of the paddle on Tracy's bare
bottom. Tracy's anguished yelps leapt to a new level
in response to the whack! smack! crack! of the paddle.
There was no doubt that the audience was witnessing a
very sound spanking on the bare behind of the "cute
little dear".
Offstage, watching this spectacle, the knot in John's
stomach began to grow. Letting the bidders get into
the act was an ominous development John thought. Tracy
was emitting high pitched yelps with every brisk
spank, while Marion scolded her imaginary charge.
"You naughty miss<crack!> I'll show you what a
spanking is <smack!> You won't talk back to your
mother after Aunty Marion is done with you! crack!
smack! smack!
"Owwww......yeoww....ouch...!" wailed Tracy.
When the last smack had been administered to Tracy's
wriggling fanny, Marion let Tracy up. She then stood
and to the delight of the crowd, took a bow.
"Now that's how to spank a naughty girl!" she
exclaimed to the laughter and hoots from the crowd,
who were simultaneously observing Tracy's frantic"
spanking dance" and attempt to rub her flaming fanny.
Tracy gingerly pulled her pants back up and trying to
be a good sport about it, gave a plucky wave as she
departed the stage. The audience applauded loudly.
"Wow.." Tracy said to John backstage, "she really
spanked me good. I think I'll be standing for a while.
Uh oh! Looks like you're on".
At that moment Chrissy was beckoning to John with a
crooked finger.
At the mic Vicky said:
"I would now like to introduce John, a very naughty
lad."
John could not help but blush as he walked onto the
stage amid cheers and catcalls. He felt very
embarrassed to be wearing the juvenile sailor suit
with white knee socks accentuating the short pants
that were way too snug.
"Would you get a load of those cute buns in that
little sailor suit" said one very attractive 40ish
tall and svelt platinum haired lady to her younger
companion. "I like to get his tushie bare-bottomed
over my knee".
"Then go for it", said her equally lovely friend. "I'd
like to help"
Chrissy followed John onto the stage, tapping a large
oval-shaped wooden hairbrush against her palm.
"And here is the lovely Chrissy, his governess. John
has been very remiss in his studies and there is about
to be a reckoning at the hands of Chrissy and her
sturdy hairbrush. As you know the hairbrush is a
ladies' instrument of correction and no self
respecting Victorian governess would be without one.
John is about to find out that, wielded by a
determined feminine hand , it can really light a fire
in a naughty seat. Ladies, this is your chance to see
a cute but very naughty boy get a good sound
bare-bottomed spanking. I know you have husbands that
you can easily imagine in John's position<laughter> so
use your imagination and let's start the bidding. $75
per spank,
ladies. Come on , I know you want to see John get his
cute buns tanned, but good. Turn around, John, and let
the girls inspect the merchandise<laughter>.
As John attempted to smile Chrissy spun him around so
the crowd could see him from the rear. There were
whistles and hoots as the women admired John's tush,
packed into the juvenile too tight short pants. The
bidding was competitive. It was one society matron
versus another for the privilege of a front row seat
at John' s bottom warming.
At 80 smacks, $6000, the platinum haired woman and
her younger companion placed the final bid.
"Congratulations to Yvonne, everyone<applause>.
Yvonne, come on down to see this lad get his just
desserts. And,
Chrissy,.....give---him---a---good---one!"
"That I will, ma'am", laughed Chrissy.
"Now, John, you know you have neglected your studies
and you've been very disobedient. I think you know
what happens to bad boys who don't obey. They get good
spankings on their bare bottoms!"
With that Chrissy sat in the chair and pulled John
between her knees.
"We'll just have these little pants right down!" said
Chrissy undoing snaps and tugging the pants down to
John's knees, baring his bottom. Chrissy upended John
across her lap. To John's horror he felt his penis
getting hard as a result of the contact with Chrissy's
thighs even through the billowy skirt.
Smack! whack! smack! whack! Chrissy brought the brush
down forcefully .Left cheek,right cheek, smack! smack!
"This should teach you to mind me, young man!"
said Chrissy briskly smacking John's upturned fanny.
"I'll have no more disobedience and more diligence in
your studies." smack! crack! spank!
"Yeoww....owww.....owwww...." John could not believe
the atrocious sting imparted by the hairbrush. As
Chrissy continued to spank he kicked his legs which
were fettered only at the knees. It looked to all to
be the actions of a ten year old, kicking and
squirming over the lap of his gorgeous young
governess, who was determined to teach him a stern
lesson in deportment. The hairbrush continued to rise
and fall, connecting with resounding smacks against
John's burning buttocks. After 40 searing spanks,
Chrissy halted at a signal from Vicky.
Yvonne strode to the podium.
"I will go one better than Marion", said the stately
platinum blonde. "Laura and I will donate $15000 to
finish John's spanking ourselves....." she paused for
effect"..in private!"
"Well I think that's fair," said Vicky. "We all got to
see Chrissy give John a good tanning, so lets leave
him now to the tender mercies of Yvonne and Laura.
What do you say?
The audience applauded with assent.
"Vicky dear, do you have a bedroom we can use?" asked
Yvonne.
"Use any room you wish Yvonne. My house is at your
disposal"
As this exchange was going on Chrissy set John on his
feet and whispered, " Be a good sport like Tracy was,
John. By the way, you were so cute, kicking and
wiggling like that when I spanked you, and I know you
were excited too", she said giving his turgid cock a
discreet squeeze. Snapping his pants she said, "Go on
now, just play along," as she lightly smacked him on
the rear causing him to wince.
Yvonne turned to John.
"Come with me young man. Lets see if we can't instill
some manners in you by way of your bare behind and
this hairbrush!"
Taking the hairbrush she pinched John by the earlobe
and tugged him along after her much to the delight of
the cheers and applause of the guests.
"That's right you bad boy" said Laura walking along
John's left side and urging him along with swats to
his rear tightly encased in the juvenile costume.
"Just wait 'til we get you alone. This hiney is mine!"
Laughter and catcalls followed the trio out of the
hall and upstairs to a silent corridor. Laura found an
empty bedroom and Yvonne tugged John inside. Finding a
stool by the vanity, Laura pulled it to the center of
the room . Yvonne released John's earlobe and
sat down.
"Now, young man we are going to finish your spanking.
But first Laura," she said addressing the younger
woman, "I think we should get more comfortable."
"I definitely agree", said Laura, smiling.
To John's utter amazement, both women unzipped their
dresses and took them off, revealing their splendid
figures in nothing but bras, panties and stockings
held up by garter belts. John's prick began to harden
again as he feasted his eyes on the vision of
loveliness presented by these two women.
"Now, my naughty lad, we are, as it were,
unemcumbered. All the better to give those cute buns
of yours the smacking they deserve. Come over here.
Pull down those pants and get across my knee!"
"Oh, what have we here?" said Yvonne as John's
thickening cock was exposed as he took his pants down.
"I have a place for this. Get yourself right over my
lap this instant!"
John meekly complied and felt his now rigid penis
clamped being clamped between Yvonne's smooth thighs.
The sensation was exquisite.
"Give me your hands" commanded Yvonne and pinned his
hands in a steely grip in the small of his back.
"My, my, a cheeky little lad with his bare little
fanny turned up for a good spanking from Aunty Yvonne.
What do you think Laura?" she said.
"I think you should spank him .......hard", Laura
replied, giggling.
And for the next 5 minutes the only sounds in the room
were the pistol-crack sounds of the hard wooden
hairbrush on bare bottom and John's cries of pain.
Yvonne administered each solid smack with a pause in
between so that John could feel the full effect of one
before the next was delivered. Laura quietly intoned
each sizzling spank.
Crack!"owww.." "47" Crack! "ouch...ohh", "48" smack!
"Ow!" "49"
For John , the sting in his buttocks was competing
with the pleasurable sensations from his penis trapped
between Yvonne's thighs. As Yvonne stepped up the
tempo of the spanking, John actually found himself
lifting his hips to meet the hairbrush in order to
increase the delicious friction on his hard shaft.In
response Yvonne spanked harder and faster. Finally,
John could stand it no more. Poised on an agonizing
precipice between pleasure and pain he came in great
milky gobs, all over Yvonne's lap.
As John came and came the final smacks were delivered.
Crack! "79" Smack! "and..80".
Yvonne did not seem disturbed at this development. She
allowed John to rise and motioned for Laura to bring
her a towel.
"Well, young man I see this experience was not totally
unpleasant. Remove the rest of your clothes. We may
have use for you later."
To Laura she said, "now for you my dear...we have some
unfinished business. Do you recall what I told you
last night?"
"You...you s-said I had a spanking coming for
forgetting to pack your necklace", said Laura
demurely.
"Indeed I did. Place yourself across my lap....now!!"
John's eyes nearly bugged out of his head at the sight
of Laura submissively laying herself over Yvonne's
knees. Arcing her well formed derriere, she allowed
Yvonne to lower her panties to her knees. At that
point it finally hit him---who were these people? John
had seen some strange things since joining the health
club, but, wow, now this!
And it got wilder. First Yvonne gave Laura a
blistering spanking with the back of the brush,
causing Laura to buck and wiggle and plead for mercy.
Yvonne relented only when Laura's fanny had been
smacked to a fiery red. Yvonne stood Laura on her feet
and the two kissed passionately. Stripping out of
their bras and panties the two women took John with
them into the large 4 poster bed in the center of the
room. For the next hour the three licked, sucked and
fucked in an almost trancelike state of delirious
pleasure. Yvonne and Laura knelt side by side while
John took turns taking each of them from behind. John
tongued Yvonne's clit while Laura took John into her
mouth. Yvonne rode John while John buried his tongue
in Laura's pussy as she sat on his face.
The two women finally collapsed in each other's arms
on the bed, and John quietly retrieved his clothes.
I've got to find Tracy, he thought, and we should get
out of here.
NEXT........the conclusion and aftermath.
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