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The Health Club Pt 6
While John was upstairs with Yvonne and Laura, the
auction continued........
The most exciting tableau of the evening was to be
presented. It featured Jane and Robin. Jane was to
play the role of a 15th century heretic, who had
repented, but whom the judges of the inquisition had
ruled was to be whipped naked at the whipping post.
Jane was a lovely slender brunette with long athletic
legs and a perfect pear-shaped bottom. Her long brown
hair hung straight, almost to her waist. The whip to
be used was a modified cat-o-nine-tails, really, a
martinet. This particular whip had 5 20" leather
thongs that could impart a blazing sting and raise
welts, but which would not break the skin. It might
seem that Jane had, therefore, drawn the short straw,
but in truth she had volunteered. For Jane was a
devotee of the lash, and having experienced some mild
SM play in the past was desirious of ascending to a
new level,one that would test her limits. What she
wished was to be publicly stripped naked, tied to the
whipping post and whipped severely, just as an
authentic judicial whipping of old might have been
administered.
Two other factors influenced Jane's desire. The first
was that she wanted to be whipped by a woman and was
enamored of Robin, a tall dark-haired beauty with long
legs, a well muscled upper body, and a superb figure.
Jane had virtually worshipped her as a goddess from
afar for months. The second was the post itself, which
was cleverly designed to permit a woman to sexually
stimulate herself while under the lash. The post had
an adjustable pad that pressed against the pelvic
region, causing the penitants' buttocks to arch up,
presenting them for the whip. What was less obvious
was a small knob on the pad shaped to rub agaist the
clitoris as the victim writhed against the post.
"For our final event we present Jane, a repentant
heretic of 15th century France."
Jane, clad in a long tunic, was lead in manacles onto
the stage by Robin, dressed appropriately in a leather
tunic and tights. The martinet was sheathed by its
handle in her broad leather waist belt. She only
needed a hood to look like an executioner of old.
"Though she has repented, the church has decreed that
she be punished for uttering a heresy. A headstrong
girl, much like the renowned Joan of Arc of this same
period, it took some persuasion to convince her of her
error. But unlike Joan, the only fire she will feel is
on her backside<laughter>."
The martinet that Robin is holding is a serious
implement. Therefore, the bidding will be for $500 a
lash. The lashes will be given 80% on her bottom and
upper thighs and 20% to her back."
Despite the price the bidding was heavy. Jane gulped
and shuddered as the bids grew from $5000 to $8000.
She questioned the wisdom of asking for this
experience now that the moment of truth was at hand.
Unbelieveably a bidding war between a wealthy
grey-haired matron and a tuxedoed distinguished
looking man yieded a final bid of $20000.
Jane paled. She was to endure a whipping of 40 lashes.
Her eyes nervously sought Robin's, looking for some
sign of mercy in the coming ordeal. But Robin merely
shook her head slowly as if to say " I must whip you
hard. No quarter may be given".
As the crowd applauded wildly, Vicky announced,
" Mr Forbes has won the honor, and I must say all
these fine and needy organizations thank you for your
generous donation". To the attendants she said,
"Please prepare the prisoner for punishment."
A Murmer of appreciation could be heared as the male
attendants stripped the flowing tunic from Jane's
body, revealing her nakedness. Turning her around,
exposing her lovely rear to the audience, the
attendants fastened the manacles to a hook, high on
the post. The pad was adjusted to pelvic height, and a
leather strap buckled across the small of her back
forcing her to arch her buttocks for the whip. Her
feet were locked into manacles at the base of the
post.
Nodding to Robin, Vicky said,
"You may begin. 40 lashes well laid on".
Robin had practiced with the lash and was confident of
her ability to lay each stroke directly on the area to
be punished. Drawing back her arm she brought the whip
down directly across the crowns of Jane's bottom.
Swiiickk! "One", intoned Vicky, and added, "Everyone
please count"
Swish..thwack! "Two" Swishhh...crack! "Three"
Swiccckk! "Four"
Jane could not believe the pain and fought for control
as the whip began to paint stripes of red across her
quivering buttocks. Each time the whip landed, it
bounced off of her buttocks causing a visible
shockwave to appear in the smarting flesh. Where the
whip landed it left a pattern of fine red weals.
A new pain sensation hit Jane as Robin switched to her
upper back for three straight lashes.
Swiiccckk! "Sixteen" "Owwww...", screamed Jane
pitiously.
On the bottom...swishhh...crack! "Seventeen"
"Ahhhh...nooo"
On the bottom again...swiiiiccckk! "Eighteen"
On the thighs.....swish....thwack!"Yeowww....please"
"Nineteen" shouted the the crowd transfixed by the
lurid spectacle of Jane's wiggling fanny being whipped
to a tomato red hue. On the back..swick! "Twenty".
Bottom..swack! "oww!" "Twenty-one".
As the lashes fell, Jane began to wiggle her body
against the post. By the 25th lash the friction of the
little padded knob was causing her to experience
sexual arousal spurred on by the heat from the whip.
She writhed in a frenzied stew of pain and ecstasy
against the whipping post.
All the while Robin calmly and deliberately
administered the lashing with a pause in between each
stroke to allow Jane to fully feel the effect of each
one before the next cracked down across her gyrating
bottom.
By the 35th lash Jane was screaming with each stroke
and pleasuring herself against the post at the same
time. At lash 38 she orgasmed, her body shuddering as
she embraced the post as if it were a lover. Robin
was aware that Jane was cumming and delivered the last
two strokes with the full force of her arm. Jane
screamed uncontrollably at the searing pain from each
lash which landed full square across both cheeks of
her wriggling fanny.
As the whipping ended the crowd grew silent, then
burst into wild applause and cheering as Jane was
released from the post. With tears coursing down her
face she was once more turned about to show her
backside while Robin gestured toward the tearful
penitant and even took a little bow. Jane had been
soundly and thoroughly whipped, and no one could say
that the spectacle had not been authentic.
As the crowd quieted, Vicky said,
"That concludes the evening's tableaux. Ladies and
gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed it. Remember the night
is yet young and you are free to use the house and the
grounds as you will."
************************************************************
John wandered through the cavernous house searching
for Tracy. Guests had dispersed to various rooms and
John was surprised to encounter numerous combinations
of both those who were obviously guests and some of
the "costumed" young men and women engaging in various
activities including some of those that had been
exhibited earlier. In one room would be a middle-aged
man sprawled across the lap of a comely "town beadle"
receiving a brisk spanking with a wooden paddle. In
another a wealthy society matron had been stripped of
her gown and was being birched while bending over the
back of a chair. In yet another John saw a
"schoolgirl" held across the knee of an elderly
gentleman while he applied his palm vigorously to her
bare wiggling fanny. Even outside in the garden there
was more. John chanced upon a pair of 30ish
women,totally naked, their hands tied to an
overhanging tree limb. They were facing each other and
they were tied face to face with a belt encircling
both waists. Their bottoms were being lashed with
switches cut from a nearby sapling by two 30ish men
who could have been their husbands.
Or maybe not, thought John. Who the hell are these
people?
They throw money around like water for this lurid
spectacle and end up engaging in total and public
debauchery. Oh well, he thought, as someone once said,
the rich are not like the rest of us.
Returning to the house John finally stumbled into
Tracy as she emerged from a bedroom.
"Thank God. I finally found you", said John, "Lets get
out of here. I'm done in"
"So am I," agreed Tracy.
And they left.... to nurse some very sore bottoms and
to engage in some intense lovemaking,both having been
so aroused by the events of the evening.......
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THE HILL VALLEY SENTINEL, July 30, 1999
TANNEN HEIRESS ARRESTED ON PROSTITUTION CHARGE--DA
SAYS CHARITY AUCTION WAS A FRONT FOR PAY FOR SEX
The county DA's office announced today the
delivery of indictments against Tannen Industries
heiress and owner Victoria Tannen for prostitution
stemming from a wild party two weeks ago. While
Tannen's attorneys have maintained that the event was
a "charity auction" and did not involve the exchange
of sex for money , unnamed informants have alleged
otherwise. Tannen is free on $5000 bail.
************************************************************
THE HILL VALLEY SENTINEL, October 2, 1999
INDICTMENTS DISMISSED AGAINST TANNEN--NOT ENOUGH
EVIDENCE TO PROSECUTE
The county announced that it was dropping all
charges against Victoria Tannen in the wake of a
preliminary hearing at which no evidence could be
produced showing that any act of prostitution had
taken place at a summer charity auction hosted by Ms.
Tannen. Assistant DA Larry Withers explained:
"Although there was evidence that the auction was a
little wild and that volunteers had actually been
flogged as 'entertainment', there was nothing to
indicate that anyone paid for actual sex. For people
to pay to see someone whipped is odd, but we've
checked and its not illegal."
************************************************************************
For immediate release....Tannen Industries Inc.,
Oct. 29, 1999
Tannen Industries today announced the settlement
of a civil action brought by a group of individuals
against the company for battery and fraud in the wake
of a charity auction held by President and CEO
Victoria Tannen last July.
Details of the settlement remain confidential.
*********************************************************
Nine young women filed into the room. Nine
attractive aerobics instructors and weight trainers.
All nine wore short Grecian tunics in various pastel
colors made of a silky material that draped across
their lucious figures and tied at the waist with a
white rope. The room in question was a large drawing
room in Victoria Tannen's mansion. Near a far wall was
a pillory/bench apparatus whose function was easily
guessed. It was in fact the pillory used at the
auction. If you were to be punished in this device you
bent over the padded cylinder at one end and inserted
your hands and neck into the semicircular cutouts of
the yoke at the other end. The yoke would be lowered
and locked and a strap would be buckled across your
back. Another strap went behind your knees securing
them to the legs of the bench. You were thus bent at a
right angle, your knees lightly flexed and your
buttocks prominently displayed and perfectly
positioned for a very ignominious and humiliating
chastisement--from which you could not escape. A broad
leather strap set in a wooden handle and a wooden
"school" paddle hung from a hook on the pillory, and a
collection of switches each about 30" long and as big
around as a little finger, protruded from a bucket
next to the pillory.
The women filed in and sat in a row of chairs facing
the pillory. Lining either side of the room were two
other rows of chairs. These were occupied by well
dressed men and women in suits. Briefcases were lined
up next to these chairs. Between the nine seated women
and the pillory stood John and Tracy. John was dressed
in workout gear as was Tracy, her delectable figure
clad in spandex shorts and a halter top.They
represented the others such as Tina, Matt, and Mary
who had joined in the action, and who were seated with
their attorneys.
This was the deal they had made to settle the case. It
was all Tracy's idea. The instructors who had been the
whippers at the auction, and Ms Victoria Tannen
herself, would submit to a flogging at the hands of
John and Tracy as representative of all the
plaintiffs. In return, all plaintiffs would drop all
claims for damages and neither party would discuss the
terms of the agreement. John thought the idea
ludicrous but interesting. He was shocked when Vicky
and her staff went for it. She even threw in a
lifetime membership for free. Since none of the others
wanted money, only justice, they agreed.< In truth the
case was weak since all had consented to the auction
with full knowlege of the consequences>.
The lead attorney for the plaintiffs stood and
addressed his counterparts on the other side of the
drawing room.
"I see we are ready to begin. As we agreed each of the
defendants will remove her tunic and allow herself to
be locked in the pillory completely naked. She will
then receive 20 strokes, 10 with the leather strap
from Mr. Martin to be followed by 10 licks with a
willow switch from Ms. Clark. In addition Ms Tannen
will receive one swat with the school paddle from each
plaintiff present.
Addressing the seated women he said, "When I call your
name, you will remove your tunic and bend over the pad
and place your head and hands in the pillory. I will
go in the order in which you were named in the
complaint. First will be Chrissy Hall."
Chrissy stood and doffed her tunic revealing her
gorgeous 5' 10" figure. She bent over to place herself
in the pillory. The restraints caused her satiny round
bottom to display itself prominently as if begging for
the application of strap and switch.
For the next two hours the drawing room resounded with
the CRACK! of the wicked strap and the THWICK! of the
willow switch as nine bare fannies danced to the
painful tune of strap and switch. The resulting cries
of anguish and pleas for mercy were ignored. John
delivered his strapping with hard meaty smacks to the
writhing nude bottoms locked in the pillory. At each
crack! the strap caused a naked hiney to jiggle
momentarily before leaving a broad band of red in its
wake. Tracy would follow with the whippy switch,
swishing it down with a full arm stroke and a snap of
the wrist at impact to make stinging contact across
both nude cheeks. The girls shrieked and howled as
John and Tracy delivered the whippings. No one could
remain stoic though some tried.
Even Vicky bawled and begged under the stinging
chastisement. She blubbered incoherently as each club
member present approached the pillory, took up the
hard schoolroom paddle and administered a hard swat to
her already scorched and wealed rear end.
Along the side wall faces became flushed and clothing
was readjusted as the whippings continued. Here and
there a normally staid trial lawyer crossed his legs
to hide an embarassing condition. Comely legal
assistants felt moisture creeping into flimsy panties.
And very "in control" lady attorneys felt nipples
harden at the thought of themselves locked in the
pillory in place of their clients.
When it was done Vicky and her staff filed out to
console each other as best they could. As it turned
out, not only cold cream but fingers and tongues were
used into the night among the beautiful amazons to
alleviate the sting in cherry red bottoms.
The lawyers chatted for a few nervous moments then
left, making excuses about the need to get back to
work. In truth many never made it back to the office
that day. Colleagues and partners would wonder why
some who had attended the settlement "closing" the
previous day appeared to either sit very gingerly or
prefer to stand at meetings and conferences the next
day.
***********************************************************
Later that week........over dinner
"Tracy, there's something important I want to say",
began John. "Now that the suit is over I feel the time
is right."
"Right for what John?"
Taking her hand in his John said:
"Tracy, will you marry me?"
"Oh my God, John! Yes! Yes of course I will marry
you!" she cried happily.
"Oh but I have to tell you...I have a confession to
make...I really hope it won't change anything."
"What? What? What do you have to tell me?"
"Well...er...there are some things", Tracy said
nervously.
"Like what?" demanded John.
"Well about the health club. I haven't told you
everything and I haven't been entirely honest.
Like...do you remember when we were both late that
first time and Sandra paddled us?"
"Yesss..." said John slowly.
"Well I ..er...I made us late on purpose. Remember I
told you to take the freeway? I knew it was all backed
up. You were in the bathroom. I heard it on the news."
"Why on earth???....why would you do that?...she
blistered our butts!"
"I was the one who got Sandra to do us both at the
same time. I wanted to see how you reacted to
spankings."
"You wanted to see what??"
"Yes...you see, I've had this kink for a long time,
spankings I mean, and well there are so many vanilla
men out there, I wanted to make sure that any guy I
got interested in would like the same thing and so..."
"Let me get this straight", said John now folding his
arms,"you set us both up so that you would see if I
got turned on by spanking?"
"Well....yeah, you see I knew Vicky from before. I
mean it was her idea about paddling Sandra and making
her suck you, and then she said I should pretend I was
mad and spank you myself."
"I'm fascinated, please continue."
"I knew them all--Vicky, Chrissy, Sandra, Robin...the
whole bunch. We are all sorority sisters. Vicky hired
a lot of her sorority sisters who graduated after her.
She was kind of a big sister alum...she is older than
all of us but she was always around, coming to
initiations and everything. Anyway when Biff died and
left her everything, she started the health club and
made a lot of her ex-sisters instructors."
"Let me guess, this sorority used paddling to
discipline pledges, yes?"
"We used the paddle to discipline everyone, and alot
of us discovered that we liked it. It used to get us
pretty turned on. Chrissy is 27, I'm 23--she was my
big sister. I'm so petite, she didn't paddle me much
but she sure did put me over her knee and spank me a
lot."
"And the auction, was that a setup too?"
"Oh please John, don't be mad. Vicky has these rich
friends--from all over the world. She and Biff
travelled in some strange circles. These people are
rich and into BDSM in a big way. Vicky has these big
parties and she gets people from the club to help,
anyway people who are into it. And the charity part of
it was true. They really did give the money away.
Vicky supports a lot of good causes and those people
don't care. To them 15 or 20 thousand is chicken feed
and they can write it off. Anyway, you're not really
too mad are you.....?"
John just stood up from the table and looked at Tracy.
Then he began to slowly roll up his sleeve.
"Uh..John what are you going to do? John, no John,
no", sqealed Tracy as John grabbed her by the wrist,
pulled out a chair, sat down and flung Tracy across
his lap.
"You little witch", said John, "You got me spanked,
paddled....and I even took a switching from you, and
it was all to see if I liked it?? You could've just
asked! I think I'm going to teach my- soon- to- be
wife a little lesson in up front honesty. You like
spankings? I'll show you spankings!"
And with that John pulled up her short skirt, yanked
down her panties and began to apply the palm of his
hand to her bare wriggling fanny. Crack! Smack! Spank!
Crack! A steady rhythm of hard spanks landing on
Tracy's bare bottom made sounds like pistol shots that
ricocheted off the walls. John spanked with all the
force he could muster. Her cute bottom jiggled
delightfully as each full armed smack landed. Tracy
could only kick her legs helplessly and was soon
squalling like a six-year-old.
"This <smack!> isn't <smack!> all <smack!> Tracy,
<crack! smack!> On Saturday afternoon you will put on
your short nightgown, take a knife <smack! smack!> and
go out in that back yard and cut a switch. You will
bring it to me and ask me very nicely to use it on
your little hiney. You will <smack! crack!> bend over
the back of this very chair, lift your nighty, pull
down your panties and hold on to the edge of this seat
while I whip your bare fanny until I think youv'e
learned a good lesson. Do <smack! crack! smack!> you
understand?"
"Ohhh....owww...ow...yes John...." wailed Tracy.
When Tracy's bottom had been spanked to a bright
shade of red, John finally relented. Tracy was bawling
and hiccupping, but secretly thrilled. He had called
her his "wife to be", and he had given her a sound and
masterful spanking that had caused a definite
moistness in her lower parts. When John released her,
she immediately knelt between his legs and finding his
zipper, liberated his throbbing organ. She took the
hard shaft into her mouth and swirled her tongue
around the head, sending John into a new zone of
ecstasy. John exploded in her mouth, but she continued
to suck draining every drop of jism he had.
"That was only round one" said Tracy, "lets go to
bed."
Later, tired and satiated, John said:
"There's one thing I don't understand--you convinced
us all to sue Vicky. I thought you told me you were
all friends. so why?"
"It was all arranged", said Tracy. "You see Vicky
likes both sides of the fence. She wanted to
experience a real judicial punishment with witnesses
and everything, but who were not part of her scene.
And about once a year she puts her staff through some
sort of training session, just in case they forget
what its like being on the other end of the paddle.
Most of them got off on it anyway. We had mapped the
whole thing out before the suit was filed."
"My God", mused John, "that must have been some
sorority"
"Oh, I could tell you stories......."
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