From: Duchin Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: For Women Only Date: 10 Nov 1994 01:15:16 -0500 WARNING: Story contains spanking of an adult woman by adult women, hence, the title. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ FOR WOMEN ONLY Janet Kingsley struggled to button her jeans. At 31, and after a couple of kids, clothes did not fit the way they used to. She looked in the mirror at the protruding bulge from the top of the unzipped jeans. (NO! I won't do it!) she said to herself. (I will NOT go out and buy new clothes. What do I do next year, go up another size?!) She scrounged through her old papers and found the ad that she had in the "maybe" pile. ___________________________ | | | WOMEN ONLY | | | | Guaranteed Results | | Weight Loss | | Private | | Call for appointment | | | ___________________________ She called and made the appointment. When she arrived at the free standing industrial warehouse type building, a very young woman gave her forms to fill out. One of the prerequisites was a complete physical by her own doctor and forwarded to WOMEN ONLY WORKOUT, INC., which seemed only safe. She signed all the forms and disclaimers, not taking too much time to read them. Her doctor, not one to mince words, told her she was fine, and would have had no problem surviving The Donner Party Tragedy with her fat reserves. She was not amused. All was well. She was accepted. She had to sign a $2000.00 VISA draft, but would only be charged $200.00 if she met her assigned goals. That was pretty good motivation! she mused. At her first appointment, two young girls dressed like nurse's aides had her strip naked to be measured and weighed. They pinched her belly and measured the skin folds with calipers. Janet blushed. She was immersed in a tank of warm water and her body fat measured. They seemed very thorough. She was given a satin white one piece Speedo type swim suit. It was very thin and hugged her body like a second skin. Her personal trainer directed her to the machines and Janet began her first workout. The huge room was lined with floor to ceiling mirrors and an incredible amount of exercise equipment. There were about 50 or 60 women working out. She breathed in the feminine scent. Some had the same white suit she did, others in green, and a group of about 30 in black. Lots of black suits she thought, and who were by far in the best of shape. The women were of all different shapes and sizes and the majority seemed to fit into her age group. She was pleased. Her scheduled called for three workouts per week. Each time she arrived she had to strip naked and be weighed in. Janet felt a bit self conscious standing in a line of naked women at the weigh in. She could smell the aroma of sex and it excited her. On her 4th visit, as she stood naked on the scale, the young girl with the name "Barbara" on her white uniform, called over the trainer. "She is 6 ounces over, Ma'am," she said to the trainer, Janet had know as Helen. "OK, follow me, Janet," Helen said, and started to walk away. Janet reached for her white suit. "No, leave it, you won't need it." Helen ordered. Janet followed, ashamed of her nakedness and worried. When she followed Helen through the large mirrored gym she almost died of embarrassment at being the only woman totally nude!! All the women stopped their workouts to watch her walking through the maze of machines. She saw the black suited women start to line up in front of what looked like a theater ticket window. Janet followed Helen into a much smaller room. White, bright, and bare, containing only a brown padded, waist high massage table. They were immediately joined by four of the "nurses." "On the table, face down, Janet," Helen directed rather sternly. Janet had no idea what was going on. Maybe it was some new type of massage therapy. She did as instructed. Before she knew what was happening, she felt the nurses securing her wrists and ankles with padded velcro cuffs. She was stretched taut, arms and legs spread, in a matter of seconds. "Wait! What is this?" Janet demanded, pulling at her bonds, which seemed to be holding her by a tough elastic cord. "Just relax," Helen soothed, and pushed a button at the end of the table. Immediately the portion of the table under her breasts dropped a good eight inches and she felt her compressed breasts free fall into the foot wide trench the table top once occupied. Janet gasped. She could feel the hanging unsupported breasts jiggle to the slightest of her movements. With the press of another button, she felt the portion of the table where her lower belly rested start to rise! The backs of her knees were grabbed and bent then secured with more velcro strapping. Her legs were now wide open, and in a frog leg position. The center of the table continued to rise almost two feet, stretching her tightly, and raising her bottom prominently!! "Please! What are you doing!!??" Janet pleaded. "It is quite simple, Janet," Helen spoke, "you were six ounces over your required weight. That means that six women in black will each give you six slaps on your bare bottom. They have six minutes to complete the procedure. You will be out of here within 36 minutes." Janet's pulse started to race when one of the nurse's placed a white rubber mouth piece between her teeth and secured it. She pulled a shower curtain across the front of Janet's face. It was designed in such a way that only Janet's head poked through the center. The girl sat down next to Janet's head. Next to her was a tray. On it were several wet wash cloths, a stainless steel bowl of ice water, a sports bottle with a curved straw, kleenex, and a small glass vile. Outside, the women in black punched their four digit identification numbers into a keypad. A computer, by lottery, picked the six "winning numbers". A woman could go into Janet alone, or with up to three hand picked friends for her six minutes. Only one, however, could deliver the six bare bottom slaps. A red number, like at a deli counter, blinked out the number "6", and the black clad women smiled. The first group to enter was a group of four. Janet could not see them, but heard them enter. Each of the women immediately oiled their hands and advanced toward the helpless Janet. Janet felt hands on her breasts, kneading and squeezing, pulling and pinching her nipples. She felt her bottom being pulled open and oil poured in between. Then fingers teasing and probing her anus! Other slippery fingers were coaxing apart the folds of her sex lips! "MMMMNNNNNNN," Janet tried to scream and shook her head. The nurse gently wiped her face with the wet cloth. "Just relax ma'am," she smiled, and stared into the wide eyed look of horror on Janet's face. The fingers continued their onslaught. Her nipples turned rock hard under the gentle teasing. A finger was all the way into her anus and rotating itself. Her sex was filled with maybe two or three fingers and another was rubbing her erect clitoris! She pulled on her bonds but could hardly move. Her clit was being so expertly manipulated that she was quickly reaching a state of climax. She heard a small chime, like a doorbell and all the fingers were withdrawn. Then six, hard, stinging slaps cracked into her bottom! They stung like hell!! Janet breathed heavily through her nose as she heard the women leave. The girl again wiped her face with the cool moist cloth. Another group came in and again she felt new, cooler hands, attack all of her private parts. Janet closed her eyes and let her head fall, as the finger on her clit rubbed her to orgasm! She just let the waves of pleasure consume her. But the fingers didn't stop!! They continued on and on. The finger on her clit rubbed and flicked. The irritation was maddening! Two hands on each breast commenced a wide grasped milking motion, from the top down, ending with the nipples being flicked back and forth. Janet uttered unintelligible mewing sounds. She looked at the nurse with pleading eyes. The girl remained in her tight lipped smile. Finally, the chime of the bell, stopped the torture. The six slaps to her bottom were hard and methodical and again Janet was left to rest. She could feel her bottom start to glow. The third group of four women entered. The girl sitting with Janet excused herself and left the room. As soon as the black clad women found themselves without a supervisor, they ALL started spanking Janet! Each concentrated on a cheek and thigh and slapped them hard and mercilessly! There was no one Janet could plead to ..... no one to beg. She felt strong pairs of hands pull open her bottom cheeks and spank her anus! With under handed swings, the hands also spanked her pussy lips! Each cheek was methodically spanked from top to bottom over and over until Janet was almost insane! The girl came back in after about five minutes. Janet had been spanked non stop all of that time. "Sorry," the girl said to Janet, "I had to pee!" and smiled as she wiped the perspiration from Janets forehead and face. The women left just as the bell chimed. "Well it's half over," the girl said, and removed Janet's mouthpiece. "Time for a break," she added, and held the elbowed straw of the sports bottle to Janet's lips. Janet drank thirstily. The liquid tasted like and ice cold tropical juice mixture. With eyes closed, Janet sucked the bottle dry. She jumped with alarm as she felt cold water all over her. "It's OK," the girl said, "it's just the others rinsing you down." she again smiled. The water was cold but not icy and it soon felt good. Soft towels rapidly and firmly dried her. The water drained away under the table. The bell chimed, signaling the second half. Janet moaned as the mouthpiece was reinserted. She waited, not knowing if she could stand any more. The fourth group came in. Janet squirmed as sharp fingernails traced lines on the soles of her feet. "It sounds like the ticklers are here." the girl whispered and smiled to Janet. (NOOOO! the thought exploded in Janet's brain! She shook her head violently trying to communicate with the girl. Ever since she was a youngster, she could not stand to be tickled! Not even for six seconds, let alone six minutes!!! The nails continued sliding up and down the soles of her feet. She felt fingers start to probe her tender under arms! "MMMMNNNNGGGGGHHHH!!!!" she tried to shriek and shook her head so violently that the girl had to grab it between her hands and hold it still. Another pair of hands wrapped themselves around her ribs and started to dig in and move about. The fourth woman insinuated a finger into her slit and started an in and out friction! They were relentless and soon had Janet almost hysterical. The finger in her slit started to rub her fountain hole, and they all chuckled out loud as little arcs of piss escaped as Janet lost complete control of herself. The girl saw that Janet was out of control and pushed a warning buzzer. All actions immediately ceased. Janet still convulsed, but as the girl held the glass vile under her nose, she jerked her head back sharply and started a more rhythmic breathing. When Janet was almost completely calm, the girl pushed the buzzer again, and the women resumed their tickling!!!! Janet jerked up wide eyed and pleading. The girl just smiled, knowing the bell would ring in another 45 seconds. It seemed like an eternity to Janet as she was again on the brink of complete collapse. Finally it chimed and the women left. "They did not spank you," the girl said, "they must have sold their spanks to the next group," she explained. Janet looked at her in disbelief! The next group came in and immediately gave Janet twelve vicious slaps on her bottom and thighs. There was an eerie silence. Her bottom throbbed. "Ma'am.....the ladies want to know if you would want to trade another bout of tickling for six slaps each." Janet's head snapped to attention and nodded vigorously, assenting to the trade. Even though her bottom felt like it was on fire, she knew she could not possibly take another six minutes of tickling. Obviously the word had gotten out, the girl reasoned. "That's 24 slaps, ma'am. Is that the way you want it?" the girl asked. Janet nodded and tried to clench up. It was nearly impossible. She shuddered anew as the first few swats struck her bottom. Deliberate, well aimed, slow, hard, then very hard. Her whole body vibrated as the stings exploded over and over in her brain. The last blows seemed particularly cruel, but at last it was over. She could feel her bottom twitching involuntarily. "Six minutes left ma'am," the girl smiled and took a fresh cloth, dipped it in the ice water and covered Janet's entire face. She used the cloth to push her hair back, the wiped her nose and lips with kleenex. The last group entered. Janet cringed when she heard them come in. She shivered as finger nails ever so lightly traced their way from the back of her neck to the base of her spine and back again. Other started to glide over her shoulders, calves, knee hollows and the backs and inside of her thighs. It was a most tolerable tickling, covering her body with goose bumps. Janet loved the touch. She groaned into her mouth piece as a tongue snaked its way between her bottom cheeks and licked up and down her ass crack. She felt it exploring her anus and she closed her eyes and groaned again. She felt her body sag with relaxation. The fingers now turned more forceful and were massaging her shoulders and upper back, her legs and thighs....kneading the tense muscles. The tongue slid its way down to her sex and forced its way inside. Hands cradled her breasts gently and sensuously, rubbing her nipples. The tongue nipped at her clit. It startled her at first, but then Janet met its probe with her pelvis. She again felt the waves of orgasm consume her. She climaxed hard. Her mind reeled with pleasure. When she finished, the women stroked her lightly again and then left. The bell chimed. It was over. All over. The trainer came in and the mouth piece and shower curtain were removed. Janet hardly stirred. "Well, you seemed to have survived." Helen stated. "Just one more thing to do. I am going to give you one whack with the paddle. I want you to concentrate and try to remember what it feels like. Do you understand?" "NO! PLEASE NO MORE!" Janet pleaded. "This will help you in the future. Paddling is not as enjoyable as what you just went through and I just want you to be prepared what could happen." Helen stated and picked up the long paddle so Janet could see it. "Are you ready?" Helen asked. "Please........yes...." Janet spoke in confusion. (Enjoyable? the word lingered in her mind) Helen tapped the red bottom with the paddle. Janet shuddered with anticipation. (GET ON WITH IT! her mind shrieked!) SPLAT!!!!! Janet jerked in her bonds as if electrocuted! She rocked back and forth on the raised pad. The searing sting was horrible! She wished she had the mouth piece to bite down on! The girl unclasped the velcro bindings and lowered the table to its flat position. "There! All done!" Helen stated. "Barb will help you compose yourself. Then come see me." Helen directed and left the room. Barbara placed an ice cold towel on Janet's bottom. She winced at even that light touch. The girl proceeded to sponge her down from head to toe. After about a half hour, Barb escorted Janet, still naked, through the gym to Helen, who was waiting at the stair climber. "OK Janet, 15 minutes on the stair climber and your done for the day. It will keep you from cramping up." Helen ordered and assisted Janet onto the machine. From a standing position, she started the up and down movement of her legs as the machine started up. Her embarrassment some how changed as she looked around the room. The women who were watching her nude form started to turn away as her eyes met theirs. She looked at the black clad women and wondered who did what to her. Who was the one that licked her. The ones that tortured and tickled her to hysterics. Barb came over to her. "You did very well. One these days you will have a black suit. But you have to meet your goals. Some of these ladies have been coming here for years!" Janet stepped up the speed of the climber and locked her eyes straight ahead at her reflection in the mirror. She would get one of those black suits if it killed her!! she vowed to herself. She could feel the squirts of arousal between her legs at the thought of having some fair skinned red head spread lewdly wide with her lily white ass up in the air draped over that table!!! Maybe she would start a little investment fund to buy some spanks, she grinned as she stepped up the speed again. With each lascivious thought the machine's speed increased. She was not in the gym anymore. Her mind carried her away to that mystical land of die hard determination. She willed away the pain in her bottom. The machine was at full speed! She was sweating profusely as the bell sounded ending the days activities. All the women stood and faced her and clapped their hands enthusiastically. With shoulders thrust back and head held high, Janet marched proudly to the locker room. ************************************************************************** ** With the proliferation of M/F spankings in this group, I thought maybe an F/F scenario was due. Naturally I got carried away. 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