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The Health Club

Part 5b

                                            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  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. 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 I'll show you what a spanking is  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 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.

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. 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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