THE HEALTH CLUB PT 2
After his session with Sandra John was a mess of conflicting emotions. On the
one hand he winced at the memory of the painful and humiliating paddling he had
undergone at Sandra's hands and on the other he harbored an almost painful lust
for her. In aerobics class she was aloof, but at times he would receive a wink
or a knowing glance. Once she asked him if he was sitting comfortably these days
and he blushed and stammered an embarrassed reply.
John's attendance was good. He was not ready for a repeat performance of a
behavioral mod session that was mandated by club rules if a member missed 3
classes in a row. And he was making progress. He had lost 10 lbs. Another plus
was his developing friendship with Tracy. Tracy was a petite blonde, about 5' 2"
110lbs with shoulder length straight hair fixed in a pair of cute ponytails, and
a dancer's body. She had well formed legs and small but perky breasts. Her best
body feature, however was her bottom. It was firm without being muscular, and
round. It pertly jutted from her tiny waist and sculpted thighs to complete a
totally delectable package. And she seemed to like John. They had coffee a few
times and John was ready to ask her out. In fact it was this burgeoning
relationship that led to an incident that was to change their lives in an
embarrassing but decidedly exciting way.
It was a Friday afternoon. John was to pick up Tracy after work to go to the
club after which he would take her to dinner. John picked up Tracy but the route
to the club was blocked by a traffic jam. When they arrived, the class was
winding up. This couldn't have been worse. Both had missed both Monday and
Wednesday and wanted to go together so that they would be sure to make Friday.
And as luck would have it, Sandra was the instructor.
They tried to explain, but it was no use. Sandra towered over the two, wagging
Her finger and lecturing them on the rules.
"Both of you missed all week. I don't care about excuses. We are going to have a
little talk downstairs if you know what I mean. And since you are together on
this I think you should come with me together."
Tracy and John looked at each other and gulped.
"I guess we' re in for it now" said Tracy ruefully rubbing her bottom.
"But can't we do this next week?" pleaded John.
"Its ok with me if you want to put it off," said Sandra, " but I mean to have
this little session with both of you. I think you might rather get it over with
now since it is Friday instead of dreading your punishment all weekend. And
since it is late on Friday I propose to take you together."
A chill went through John and he flushed as he contemplated what she was saying.
How could he do this?
He had broken down and cried like a baby when Sandra had paddled him and now he
faced the prospect of 15 swats from that wicked paddle in front of his new
girlfriend. He would be mortified if he cried in front of her! At the same time
a jolt of sexual arousal
hit him as he imagined Tracy's cute , rounded bottom upended over the spanking
bench taking solid swats of the paddle wielded by the gorgeous Sandra, now clad
in spandex shorts and a skimpy halter top that barely contained her luscious
breasts.
"I'd rather do it now", said Tracy, "And I don't mind if John is there," she
added shyly, glancing nervously at John.
The pressure was now on John. Thoughts of the stinging paddle competed with both
his pride and his hardening penis. Finally he realized that if he acted cowardly
in front of Tracy, he could lose her at a critical juncture." Ok I'll do it," he
said.
Sandra smiled. "Very well my naughty children. Follow me."
Sandra led the way to the dreaded basement room. John and Tracy walked behind
her holding hands. John followed the motion of Sandra's swaying hips and
magnificent hind end clad in the tight spandex. They reached the room and Sandra
ushered them in.
Seating herself behind the desk she pulled out the book and said,
"This is your second time here both of you so it's 15 swats."
She noted that they were in street clothes since they had not had time to
change.
"We do not allow more than one layer of clothing for the paddle.
In your workout clothes ladies usually wear spandex and thong panties and guys
wear shorts and a jock strap, so you can strip down to your underwear for this."
Tracy put her hand to her mouth and John gasped. Neither of them could move.
"I said strip down now! I'm not going to waste my time trying to make an
impression on you through several layers of clothing.
You wouldn't feel a thing. Let's go---down to your underwear-
both of you."
Tracy and John slowly peeled off their outer clothing and hung it on hooks
placed in the wall. John couldn't help but notice what a sexy body Tracy had,
clad now in white bra and tiny nylon French cut panties that didn't look like
they would offer much protection from the hard wooden paddle. John was left in a
t-shirt and Y-briefs that could not conceal his thickening manhood.
"Ok Tracy, ladies first ", said Sandra, unclipping the paddle from its peg on
the wall and swinging it through the air a few times to test its feel." Bend
over the bench and keep your hands on the handles. You're getting 15 good hard
ones and you'll count every one."
"O please Sandra, no, I can't. I'll never hold still. I'll jump up like last
time. That paddle is too hard and it bruises. Can't you do something else? And I
need to be held down. I'll never be able to stay still for it. I'll go across
your lap and you could hold me down and spank me good , but please not that
paddle!"
Sandra mused for a moment. "Well ", she said slowly, " I guess I could give you
a good sound spanking in lieu of the paddle, but it would be a good one--and it
will have to be with a paddle. I'll give it to you with a smaller light paddle
that we have here in the drawer."
Sandra stepped to the desk laying down the big paddle pulled open the drawer and
retrieved a small toy novelty store paddle that bore the inscription "heat for
the seat" on it. It did not look too formidable, thought John.
"And", added Sandra, seating herself in the tall straight-backed chair, "you
will take this completely naked." That last statement
was made in a matter-of-fact way but it shocked both John and
Tracy." WHATTT?" said Tracy. "That's right " said Sandra,
"I want you naked for this. If I'm to give you a more lenient session of
behavior modification I want you to really feel it and to really feel the shame
of having to be naked across my knee like a 10 year old."
Like a condemned prisoner Tracy unclasped her bra freeing her pert breasts whose
nipples were clearly hardened. Placing her thumbs in the waistband of the tiny
panties she slipped them down revealing a breathtakingly rounded little bottom.
Sandra patted her thighs with the paddle. "Across my knee Tracy. Its time for an
old fashioned bare bottom spanking for you and I'm going to keep you over my
knee until I am sure you have learned a good lesson."
Tracy lowered herself across Sandra's lap. Sandra adjusted her until her bottom
was perched right over her right thigh and her back was angled at the floor.
Placing her left arm over Tracy's back and pinioning her right arm, Sandra
patted Tracy's pert fanny with the paddle and raised her arm.
Smack! Crack! Smack! Whack! Crack! Smack!
"Ouch ...owww ohhh Owwww!" cried Tracy
Spank! Crack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Oww....owww...owww...it stings!" pleaded Tracy fluttering her legs but unable
to aleviate the stinging heat in her fanny.
Sandra proceeded to deliver spank after spank in a steady rhythm to Tracy's
quickly reddening bottom. Tracy's rear would quiver with each crack of the
little paddle and a band of red would form where the paddle struck. Tracy
pleaded and wriggled with each stinging smack, but Sandra methodically spanked
her little fanny to a hot tomato-red hue.
After about 90 rapid smacks Sandra intoned," You are getting 10 more good licks
Tracy. Count!"
SMACK!! " Owwww...one" wailed TRacy.
SMACK!! " Yeowwww....two"
CRACK!! "Ouch ...ouch....three"
* * * * * *
As the tenth spank was delivered , Tracy shot up and clasped her burning rear.
Dancing from foot to foot she rubbed furiously trying to put out the fire in her
hind cheeks, oblivious to John's gaze and his obvious hard on. As for John the
spectacle of Tracy's spanking over Sandra's knee had produced a raging hard on
that John could not conceal.
Tracy continued to hop around., hissing in pain and Sandra tuned her attention
to John." Ok John your turn. I suppose I should be fair. I'll give you the same
option as Tracy---15 with the big paddle over your underpants or a good
spanking, completely bare, with my little friend here."
John had to consider this carefully. If he took the paddling he got to keep his
pants on, but he might not be able to hold still for it.
If he took the spanking, he knew Sandra would hold him in place, but both women
would see his cock in full arousal. The latter, John decided, was the lesser of
two evils.
"You can spank me, Sandra. I'll take what Tracy got." said John.
With that John peeled down his underwear and took off his shirt.
"My ..My...my" said Sandra." I see you enjoyed Tracy's spanking," she observed
noting the turgid member that stuck straight out. Tracy too by this time had
calmed down, and her eyes widened as she stared at John's rigid penis.
"Get over my knee John, lets see if I can't focus your mind on something else",
said Sandra , grasping John by his swollen member and pulling him across her
lap. Another jolt of pleasure hit John as she opened her legs to accommodate
John's cock and grasped it firmly between her knees.
Tracy too had felt the fires of arousal from the stinging spanking given by the
beautiful red-haired amazon on her nude fanny. To have had to strip for both
Sandra and John and then be spanked like a little girl had triggered erotic
feelings that had made her wet between her legs and she unconsciously licked her
lips at the sight of John's arousal.
Sandra spanked John with steady stinging cracks of the paddle that had John
fluttering helplessly over her knee. Each crack was a pistol-shot in the small
room and John hissed with pain under his breath, determined to be brave and not
allow Tracy to seem him break down and cry. As the relentless smacking continued
John realized he had seriously underestimated the little "heat-for the seat"
paddle.
Crack! Smack! Whack! Smack! Crack! Spank! Crack! The paddle continued to pop
noisily across John's rapidly reddening buttocks.
Crack! Smack! Crack! John could feel the tears beginning to form in his eyes.
Finally it was too much.
"OOH....OWWW....OUCH....PLEASE SANDRA...STOP!"
Sandra just cracked the paddle down even harder.
Smack! Crack! Smack!
"OWWWW........" bawled John.
"Ten more, John. And count them", said Sandra.
How John endured those last ten cracks of the paddle he had no idea. His rear
was a fiery red, his eyes full of tears, face red and voice cracking, he managed
to count to ten, accompanying the loud
retort of the paddle, slowly administered with the full force of Sandra's arm
behind each one.
John rose, gasping. He was a sight with his cock bobbing up and down as he did
the spankee's humiliating dance rubbing his hind cheeks to try and relieve the
pain.
Sandra watched this spectacle until John regained his composure. "Ok you two,
you've been punished now. From now on make sure you are here. The next time its
20 with the real paddle and I won't let you off with a little paddywhacking like
today. Understood?"
"Yes Sandra," said both Tracy and John together, still rubbing their inflamed
rear cheeks." I'm leaving now", said Sandra..
"I'll let you dress by yourselves. Close the door behind you when you leave."
"Oh my God, John that stung like crazy", said Tracy.
"You know it did", said John, "who would have thought that little paddle would
hurt like that?"
"It hurt all right, but you know what? I'm just as hot in front as I am in the
rear" cooed Tracy. " And I can see you are too. I need some relief John and I
think you have just the thing," said Tracy cupping John's balls in her hand and
stroking his hard shaft.
"I need it too Tracy. I could barely stand the sight of your gorgeous fanny
squirming over Sandra's lap and dancing under that little paddle" said John
softly pinching a hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"Oooh I want you in me right now", panted Tracy. "Lets see...how can we do this?
my bottom's too sore to lie down.....I know..."
"We'll use this", said Tracy as she proceeded to approach the spanking bench.
Laying herself across the bench in perfect position for a paddling she looked
back at John." Ooh lover, take me from the rear. Stick it right up inside me
now!"
If there was ever a sexier sight, John had never seen it. Tracy was bent over
the bench, red rear pouting back at him, wetness glistening between the lips of
her womanhood.
John stepped up behind Tracy perched over the bench, her red hiney on display
and perfectly positioned to receive him. Tracy spread her legs slightly as John
gripped his turgid rod and slipped it into her tight sheath. The feel was
electrifying for both of them. As John began to slide back and forth, Tracy
could feel the friction against her little button. He stroked in and out, waves
of pleasure engulfing his senses. John moved faster now, his belly smacking
against Tracy's red bottom driving her to new heights of pleasure.
John slid in and out in a frantic rhythm now trying to hold off his own climax.
Finally Tracy stiffened and wailed, then pumped her backside furiously as John
felt his own orgasm releasing his seed deep within Tracy's deliciously tight
womb.
After a few moments they managed to become untangled and John withdrew from
Tracy with a soft plop!
"Oh my God, John, I'm totally drained. The spanking and then the way you took
me !"
"Me too Tracy. I couldn't believe that watching her spank you would turn me on
like that!" said John, smiling.
"Liar!" said Tracy "You knew and you loved it. I bet you even engineered that
little episode", she said sticking out her tongue.
"And it looked like you got even harder when she spanked you. I think maybe you
missed classes on purpose just so you could get our Ms Sandra to take you over
her knee and spank your little hiney."
"Well you got wet watching her paddle me, little miss innocent.
Then they both stopped. Whatever the reason, what had just happened had been a
huge turn-on for both of them and they were clearly infatuated with each other.
And so it went. A long weekend and more stinging in the nether regions were in
store for John and Tracy. New love bloomed out of the stinging heat of a sound
spanking.
But what of Sandra and the other female instructors of this unique club? What
effect does the club's disciplinary policy have on them?
And by the way, can a staff member really order her charges to strip naked for a
spanking?
coming....part3......Sandra gets hers!
