Gym Time
by Margaret Jane
She slipped out of work, her boss would never know. She walked swiftly towards the gym, her kit swinging on her shoulder. She was looking forward to her step class. Nipping out early for lunch and getting back half an hour late wasn’t such a huge crime.
Elinor changed and went to greet the instructor. However it wasn’t the usual woman, but a man. “Eileen is on holiday, I’m Henry, her replacement.” He glanced at his watch. “You’re very nearly late, better get to your step.” Elinor pulled a face at him behind his back, who did he think he was? She was a paying customer after all. Some of her classmates giggled at her expression, Elinor winked cheekily at them, Henry turned and gave her a sharp look.
About ten minutes into the class Elinor was beginning to get out of breath and could feel the sweat break on her brow. The steps faced out onto the main gym floor. Henry was demonstrating a complicated double turn when he almost lost his footing and stumbled slightly. Elinor laughed cruelly and then froze as she realised why Henry had faltered. He was waving at someone who was waving back. It was her boss. He was smiling at Henry and then he clocked Elinor and his expression froze. He glanced at his watch and then straight at her. Henry had recovered by this time and was continuing with the routine. Elinor followed as best she could. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her boss, Charles, go over to the notice board. He was clearly checking out the time the class started and finished. Elinor knew she would be in trouble, but if she left now it would only look more suspicious so she was going to have to brazen it out. Charles had disappeared but she knew it was unlikely he would forget this misdemeanour.
When the class finished and she was heading back to the showers she heard his voice but it was not calling to her.
“Henry.”
Charles and Henry shook hands and hugged each other “Well cousin, good to see you.”
“And you.”
As she tried to make herself inconspicuous Charles called over to her. “Elinor, I’ll see you at the end of the lunch hour, promptly please.” He and Henry walked off conversing rapidly and glancing back at her.
“Smart bugger.” Thought Elinor, “he’s heading back to work in his car, he knows there’s no way I’ll get back for the end of the lunch hour, that’s only about five minutes away.”
She hurried back to the office and was her usual half hour late. Charles’ secretary called out to her as she passed his office. “Elinor, Charles wants to see you at 5pm, he said you were to make sure to be on time.”
“That’s fine Jane, I’ll be here.”
Elinor sat at her desk and considered her predicament. The problem was she had been taking this extra time for months, if he went back and looked at her online diary she was sunk - he would now know exactly what “private appointment” really meant. However she didn’t have a terribly high opinion of Charles’ abilities, she thought he was incredibly arrogant. But she also knew she was totally in the wrong. If she brazened it out she’d probably be able to get him to come round and Elinor had great faith in her ability to control men.
She was still nervous though as she approached his office, she hadn’t liked the look on his face when he was chatting to Henry.
Jane had already left for the evening, in fact the place seemed deserted at 5pm.
Charles’ office door was ajar, “Come in Elinor, wondering where everyone is?”
“Yes, there’s no one about at all.”
“I sent an all staff email this afternoon, well to all the staff except you. They’ve all been given an unexpected hour off, they left at 4pm. I thought that might even things up a bit with your hours.”
Elinor went to sit down. “Sorry!” He snapped. “What are you doing? You don’t get to sit down Elinor. Not until I say so.”
“I beg your pardon?” She asked. He may have grounds to be angry with her but she was dammed if she was going to stand in front of his desk like a naughty school girl.
“I think you heard me, would you like me to explain fully the position you’re in?” Defiantly Elinor went to sit down. “Do not sit down, Elinor, you’ve already ensured a much more severe punishment than I had in mind and if you do sit I’ll make sure it’s the last time you do so for quite a while.”
“I’m not sure who you think you are, Charles...” but she didn’t get any further.
“I’m your boss, in fact I’m the person who is about to issue your P45.”
“You can’t.”
“Oh really? You’ve been stealing from me, Elinor.”
“I have not...” Again he cut her off.
“What else would you call 45 minutes a week, 2 hours a month, 3 working days a year?"
At last Elinor had nothing to say, she knew this was gross mis-conduct and he was perfectly within his rights to sack her.
Making a quick decision she changed her stance. Jutting out her hip provocatively she said “And is there anything I can do to change your mind about that?"
He laughed and stood up abruptly, “Yes there is.” She smirked but to her discomfort he smirked back.
“Oh it’s not what you think, I’m quite immune to your supposed charms.”
“What is it then?”
He walked around the desk and she realised that she had indeed been standing there like a naughty schoolgirl. Suddenly she knew exactly what he wanted and automatically she felt her nipples harden and push against her blouse. She wanted to cross her legs but that would only draw attention to them.
“Bend over and touch your toes.” The harsh tone of his voice took her breath away.
“No bloody way!” she retorted.
“Fine.” He turned away, supremely unconcerned. “Pack your stuff tonight and Jane will post out your P45, and of course there will be no reference.”
Blast him, he had her.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“I’m going to deliver a lesson so severe you won’t ever think of breaking company rules again. Now are you going to bend over and touch your toes so the first part of your punishment can begin?”
She glared at him “You’re a shit!” she told him vehemently. He yawned ostentatiously.
“You’re being boring Elinor, are you going to do this or not?"
This was a different Charles to the man she was used to, he seemed quite effectual now and if he was immune to her charms then she had no option.
If looks could have killed Charles would have been dead, instead he looked as if he was enjoying himself. She bent over and touched her toes. Aware that her backside was now presented to him and incredibly vulnerable she suddenly felt a pulse of pure desire through her lower body and her breathing felt shallow.
Without saying anything he pushed up her skirt. “I hate tights,” he told her. “You will wear stockings from now on.”
He pulled her tights and knickers down. She was hugely aware of him staring at her arse, she just hoped he couldn’t see that her lower lips had parted and were throbbing slightly.
“Your punishment is about to begin,” he told her matter of factly. “Don’t stand up, and if you feel it’s getting too much grasp your ankles and bear it like a good little girl.” It was just as well he couldn’t read minds, she thought, ‘patronising bastard’ was unlikely to earn her any leniency.
Then his hand smacked her hard on the left buttock, she gasped but it hadn’t hurt so much. His hand came down on the right buttock this time, she gasped again. Then the blows were raining down and she did grasp her ankles, yelping at the intensity.
Abruptly he stopped and began to stroke her buttocks, “What’s all the fuss about, Elinor? This can’t possibly be hurting that much. What’s wrong? Are you sure you’re not more humiliated than in pain? Let’s see shall we?” And he began to smack her again, increasing the intensity all the time. She wriggled as best she could and tried to shake her bottom about but he was relentless and she had no idea how many smacks she received before he stopped again. “Stay where you are,” he commanded. She was grateful for this as she didn’t want him to see her face which she was sure was red and frantic.
Then she squealed as she felt him slide his fingers into her sex. “Ah...” he said in as self satisfied tone, “just as I expected.” She was soaking wet.
“Stand up and get dressed.”
She pulled herself together quickly and stood looking down at the carpet.
“You can sit down now if you like,” he said silkily. Elinor went to sit and quickly jumped up again.
“Bastard” she hissed at him under her breath.
“Oh dear, adding profanity to your other crimes,” he smiled menacingly. “I’m determined to beat this behaviour out of you, Elinor, I’ll make a good corporate citizen of you yet.”
She toed the carpet and refused to look at him. He lifted her chin with his finger and held her gaze.
“Do you remember my cousin Henry?” She nodded with as much grace as she could muster. “He didn’t much like the way you behaved today.” Elinor had the courtesy to look ashamed of herself. “The gym closes at 9.30pm. At 10pm you will present yourself there to Henry and I, and your punishment will hopefully be completed by 11pm. I’m sure it’ll be a novelty for you to be there in your own time instead of mine.”
He reached round and stroked her behind through her clothes but her bottom was so tender that even this light touch caused her to clench her teeth and brace herself.
At home she sat in something of a daze, she wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to do. Was she going to submit meekly to further punishment? Did it really matter, could she be any more humiliated than she already had been? Yes, of course she could, there were going to be two of them.
She turned up at the gym, still in her work clothes, with a deep excitement tugging at her stomach and trepidation in her step.
“Good evening, Elinor.” Charles was standing almost shoulder to shoulder with Henry. “This is my cousin Henry, I don’t think you met formally earlier, but you’re about to get somewhat more intimately acquainted.”
“Look,” she said determined to try and retain some vestige of control, “is there any chance you can lay off the lecturing and just get this over with?”
“Oh dear,” said Henry, “Charles, you’re obviously losing your touch. I thought you said you’d given her a sound spanking earlier. She appears decidedly unrepentant to me.”
“Yes, I see your point,” responded Charles, “I’ll let you take over Henry, I bow to your much greater experience.”
Elinor gulped and for once in her life wished she’d kept her mouth shut. What Charles had done was bad enough, She shuddered to think about what was awaiting her.
Henry began, “Charles has already punished you for breaking work rules. I’m now going to punish you for being an impudent brat. You’re going to work out for an hour for me, Elinor, and you’re going to comply with all my instructions. Firstly, put these on.”
He held out a very skimpy gym kit.
“You’re going to watch me change?” she asked appalled.
“Charles has already seen your bare arse, this is part of the punishment. And I don’t buy the shrinking violet act, Charles here tells me you’ve got quite a reputation with your male co-workers.”
She flushed bright red and grabbed the clothes.
“Surely someone taught you not to snatch, Elinor. You’ve just made things worse for yourself, now get on with it, you’re wasting our time.”
Elinor turned her back and then realised it was pointless, there were mirrors everywhere. As she took her skirt off Charles said, “Still wearing tights I see. You’re going to remember this hour for the rest of your life and you certainly won’t be sitting down for the rest of this week.”
Elinor was perplexed, how on earth were they going to chastise her if she was on a treadmill? Then she wondered when she had started thinking about words like “chastise”.
She pulled the very short shorts up and realised her butt cheeks were practically hanging out of them. The top barely covered her breasts. Both men approached her, Charles circled behind her and cupped her cheeks, her face burned with embarrassment. “I really didn’t do a good job earlier, there’s hardly a mark on her.”
Elinor wanted nothing more than to turn round and thump him. Henry, who was right in front of her, smirked and ran his hand down the front of her shorts and cupped her mound. She jumped back as heat flooded through her loins.
“Right!” Henry snapped with iron in his voice. “Let’s get this disobedient little girl on her spin bike.” She hung her head in shame and followed him.
“Get on the bike.” Henry commanded. Elinor knew better than to argue and settled herself on the seat. Henry got on the instructors bike. “This is a ten minute warm up, just follow my instructions.” He started the music. Elinor wasn’t quite sure what was happening but just got on with it as if it was a normal class. Then Charles entered the room and pure shock made her stop spinning, he was carrying a long pliable cane. Then the music stopped and there was an ominous silence.
“Why have you stopped spinning Elinor?” Henry asked.
“I, I, ....” she could barely speak, she was staring at the cane.
“Charles,” said Henry, “Elinor appears to have disobeyed an instruction. Perhaps you’d like to give her six of the best.” Then his tone changed, “Elinor, keep standing with your feet in the pedals and parallel with the floor, bend right over the handle bars and stick your arse in the air.” She looked at him, she couldn’t speak at all now. She shook her head silently.
“I’d advise you to comply.” Henry got off his bike and came to stand with Charles. “If you don’t do as you’re told we’ll take you off the bike, tie you down and beat you. Do as I say!” He barked the last command.
Standing upright in the pedals of the bike Elinor bent over, she was near to tears. She rested her hands on the handlebars and stuck her bum out. She felt the shorts ride up, she might as well be naked, her whole backside was exposed.
Charles tapped the cane against her buttocks. She had no time to prepare before the first stroke walloped into her. She screamed and jerked forward on the bike.
“Don’t move!” Henry breathed in her ear as the second blow landed.
With control she didn’t know she possessed she remained in place. The third caused her to cry out again. Charles paused. Henry came close and reached beneath her arm. He pinched her nipple quite firmly and squeezed it. Elinor whimpered.
“Now, you’re going to stop that silly noise. Charles is going to administer the last three strokes and you will be silent.” He reached over and pinched the other nipple as well. Elinor squeezed her lips shut. Henry was now right in front of her and she closed her eyes too.
“Look at me as you’re punished.” Her eyes flew open just as the fourth blow crashed into her burning buttocks. Five and six came swiftly. Elinor stared at Henry and felt tears run down her face. The feeling of utter humiliation was overwhelming her and yet she knew she was wet.
“Now, sit down again and we’ll finish our warm up.”
“Please Sir...” she didn’t know why she’d used that term, it just seemed appropriate. Henry smiled.
“Yes, Elinor?”
“I, I... can’t sit down.”
“Oh I think you can. In fact you have no choice because if you don’t the caning will continue until you change your mind.”
Elinor was in agony but realised her options were limited. Gingerly she sat down and almost rose again. She could feel each welt and she couldn’t understand how they were stinging and throbbing at the same time. At the end of the warm up she rose as quickly as possible and felt slight relief.
“Lets get over to the other studio and get you on a step again.”
Henry and Charles laughed. There were two steps waiting.
“Now, I’m going to go through a very complicated routine. You’re to follow me exactly. Charles will be watching closely. Every mistake you make will earn you a stroke when I’ve finished.”
Elinor wanted to cry, she was a good stepper but was now so nervous she knew she wouldn’t get through this without some mistakes. Henry put the music on and turned up the tempo. Charles stood off to one side and stared at her. How was she ever going to face him tomorrow?
Henry’s routine was more complicated than any she’d ever done before. She did her best, she really did, but every so often she couldn’t follow a step first time.
After about 15minutes Henry stopped. Elinor was out of breath and in a state of such nervous excitement and trepidation she wanted to sit down and put her head in her hands. That wasn’t going to happen!
Henry drew breath deeply, “Well how many?" He asked Charles. Charles had a grin like the Cheshire Cat “Seventeen” Elinor blinked, she’d never be able to take 17 blows with that cane.
Henry produced a table tennis bat from below his step.
“Bend over and place your hands flat on your step. Would you like to do the honours again Charles?" Asked Henry handing the bat over.
Elinor bent over and placed her hands down, this left her almost bent double as the step wasn’t far off the ground. Again she presented a perfect target for Charles and again the first blow came as a shock. Thank god it didn’t hurt quite as much as the cane. Elinor shifted her weight and breathed deeply. She arched onto the balls of her feet as the blows fell and she couldn’t help squirming and wriggling around. When Charles finished she was told to remain where she was.
The two men came and sat on the step, one on either side of her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see them staring at her. She felt hands on her breasts and another on her pubic mound. Her nipples were massaged and squeezed. Through the fabric of the shorts her lips were firmly pinched together. She closed her eyes and thought she would die of embarrassment and yet she didn’t want this to stop. She could feel her nipples connect to her clitoris and knew it was swollen and beginning to throb with desire.
As if they had a telepathic connection both men removed their hands at exactly the same time but her breathing remained shallow and ragged for a while and only levelled out when she took in huge gulps of air.
“Stand up.” Came the terse command. “Into the last studio for some relaxation.”
Elinor could barely stand, her buttocks felt huge and she could almost sense them glowing and she could feel the slickness between her legs as she walked with hanging head towards the end of her ordeal.
The heat of the smaller studio made her halt in her tracks. “Have you heard of Bikram yoga?” Henry asked her.
“Yes.”
“Well then, you’ll know it requires very high temperatures so we might as well relieve you of your clothes.”
Elinor balked and backed off from them. “Oh, don’t be silly, Elinor,” said Charles, “You’re practically naked as it is and I’ve just paddled your backside and I had my hand inside you earlier, there is little left to our imagination. Take your kit off now.”
Elinor chewed her lip, where on earth had this air of command come from. Sighing in acceptance of his word it didn’t take her long to undress. She was sweating profusely anyway and wanted this over with so she could shower.
“Tree pose.” Announced Henry, as soon as she was naked. Elinor stood on her left leg, placed the flat of her right foot against her left calf and pressed her right knee out to the side. She raised her arms above her head and held them wide. She was used to holding this pose for quite a while. Obviously she’d never done it while naked and realised that her breasts were lifted tautly and her groin was wide open for inspection.
“Now then, there’s more to discipline than having your arse whacked,” Henry informed her.
Elinor blushed, although her face was already so red it hardly mattered.
“Remain in tree pose until you’re given permission to move,” he ordered. Both he and Charles moved behind her and she tensed immediately. This made it harder to hold the pose which was supposed to be relaxed. A hand stroked her buttocks. She flinched and could feel herself wobble. A hand came to her side and held her steady while the stroking continued. Her buttocks were so sore she mewed with distress but beneath the pain she could feel herself begin to swoon with the heat and longing.
She felt fingers slip inside her.
“Feel this,” one of them whispered and she couldn’t even tell who was speaking to whom. The first hand was removed and another inserted. “She’s so juiced up we better watch she doesn’t actually cook in this heat.” Both men chuckled and the second hand was withdrawn. The stroking went on and the sensations rioted through her body but they could find no central focus and then almost as that thought formed in her head she felt a hand snake round and find her clitoris which was so swollen by this point she almost came there and then. If she hadn’t been held at the waist she would have lost her balance. “Naughty, naughty!” she hazarded a guess that it was Charles who had said this and then she felt a sharp slap on her flank.
“Show some control, Elinor. Let’s cool her down a bit.” Elinor froze in terror. But when the touch came it was a relief. She could see Henry now, he wiped her forehead with a sponge that felt like it had been dipped in lavender water, it was cool in the sauna-like room. She could have kissed him it felt so good. Then she realised how meticulously planned her punishment had been as the two men proceeded to wipe down her arms, then over her stomach, back and legs; continually dipping sponges in fresh water. The whole while she held the pose and by the end felt almost in a state of hypnosis. At no point did they touch her arse or her sex again and the languid desire she felt coursed through her unsated. At last they seemed content with their ministrations and Elinor sighed deeply and relaxed into the pose. But her sigh of contentment was obviously not what they wanted to hear. There was another sharp slap to her rear and this time she wasn’t expecting it and there was no supporting hand so she began to topple and put her right foot down to stop falling.
“This is punishment - not pleasure,” said Henry. “Dog head down I think, for the finale, Elinor” She should have expected it - it was the perfect position in which to punish any miscreant.
Elinor placed her hands flat on the floor and shoulder width apart, her bottom was in the air and her legs were spread behind her, she resembled an inverted letter V.
Charles crouched down behind her and she looked at him through her legs, it would have been impossible for her face to be any redder.
“Henry and I are going to give you six each with our favourite implement. If you are a good girl and take your beating well there might be some relief for you at the end. If on the other hand you have learned nothing from today and insist on making a lot of noise and display no self control, well then I’m afraid you go home unsatisfied.”
Elinor closed her eyes and acknowledged that they were in charge by nodding her head. She didn’t think she would get through this as her backside was already so sore but she had to try.
Charles disappeared and was replaced by Henry. “My turn first, as you can see I prefer the traditional methods.” He showed her a strap, the sort that she thought might have been used in schools well before her time. She knew it was going to hurt and she wasn’t wrong. The first stroke blazed across her backside. She closed her lips and screamed behind them. She started a mantra in her head ‘two blows, that’s a third over, three blows, that’s half over’ this helped her concentrate and bear it. She also tried to shift her weight in her hands and feet but there was no way she could avoid the severity of her punishment. As the sixth fell, Elinor knew what it was to be completely chastised, a dam had broken in her, they had laid her soul bare. Her submission was complete. She almost wanted to explain that to Charles but knew that she never would.
It was now his turn. “When I’m finished you are to remain where you are - understand?” She nodded again. Charles produced a very fine whip. The six blows he dealt her were like lightning across her already tender rear. Her arms shook against her will, her legs trembled, her buttocks were on fire and her sex was wetter than it had ever been.
At the end she heard the studio door close and knew she was alone. How long were they going to leave her here in this position? She didn’t dare to move, indeed until they commanded it she didn’t want to move. She had no idea how much time passed before they returned.
“Tree pose again Elinor, get up, other leg this time.”
Elinor complied, she would have done whatever they told her at that point. Henry stood behind her supporting her weight as she lent back into him. His hands came around her body and took hold of each breast squeezing firmly. Charles stood directly in front of her. He kissed her hard on the mouth then drawing back he slipped two fingers into her sex and swirled the pad of his thumb around her clitoris and applied pressure directly to it. Elinor howled, everything that had been pent up for the last hour came screaming out of her. This orgasm was unlike any she had ever had and both men laughed aloud at her abandon.
At 9.05am the next morning Elinor had a phone call from Jane, “Charles wants to see you.”
She went to his office in full knowledge of what would happen.
“Oh, hi Elinor, let me show you something on the screen here.” As she walked behind his desk to join him he slipped his hand up her skirt.
“Still got tights on I see.”
“Sorry Sir, I haven’t had time to buy any stockings.”
“Excuse not accepted girl. I’ll see you back here after work tonight.”
Elinor looked suitably contrite, but inside her heart was singing.
