A stretch before the "workout"

The does little to calm your nerves, but then you cannot think of anything that would have done. Soon, far too soon, you would have to go to a public place to be spanked by your ex (who has every right to be annoyed with you) in front of your friends and anyone else who happens to be there. Your friends. You freeze. Michael requested you invite your friends and you obviously have not done so. With a shaking hand you grab your phone, and blessing the fact you have a gym group set up on a messenger send a quick text telling everyone they are invited for your punishment, feeling the heat in your cheeks as you type the once forbidden words. You suddenly feel your nudity very acutely even though you are (for now) in the privacy of your own home. You will have to strip once you are in the gym anyway, so any protection would be temporary but you still want desperately to feel something covering your skin. You take another sip of tea, set the cup down and head to your wardrobe to get the gym clothes.

The doorbell rings freezing you on the spot. You know it has to be Diana, nobody else can be coming at this time... But the universe has been keen on surprising you recently. Your unbending legs carry you to the door as you are wishing you decided to dress a minute earlier. Now you would be risking another spanking for making whoever it is wait, you are quite certain. "Jen, it's me!" Diana's voice calls. With a wave of relief, you throw the door open and your new girlfriend flutters in. She has shed the scraped-together clothes she borrowed from you in the morning. Instead you can feast your eyes on her gym attire that highlights her spectacular shape perfectly and yet you would not call immodest.

"Saving time by not bothering to dress?" she asks after setting her gym bag down. "Um, I was actually about to." you respond. "I know I'll be nude once there but don't want to go on the street like this again." Diana shakes her head. "I know Mike didn't specify that, but we do not want to take an advantage of that, do we?" Actually that is precisely what you were hoping to do, only that seems to be the kind of an answer a girl would come to regret minutes later when her bottom is rapidly changing colour under the palm of a hand or worse. "Fine..." you suppress a sigh. "I'll just put socks and shoes on now, that much is fine, right?" Diana assures you it is and goes on to propose to do some stretches before the gym together. When you try to excuse yourself by pointing out the full session Michael has in mind for you will doubtlessly include stretching under dozens of pairs of watchful eyes, Diana counters by saying she will not have such an opportunity and it would be nice of you to keep her company now and that since your bottom will take the most strain during the gym session, perhaps she should warm it up for you to help you prepare better.

That gets you quiet and until it is almost time to leave you go through preparation routines together on adjacent yoga mats. You have to admit it is a good idea, after all, if only because it distracted you from the thoughts of what is coming next. You also get to see Diana in a series of tempting positions and a warm tingle goes through you every time you catch her looking back at you in the same positions, only sans the clothes. And it happens very frequently too. Some positions make yesterday's marks on your bottom hurt with a renewed intensity but overall your bottom feels sufficiently rested for its next ordeal. You wonder if you made physiological changes as well as social ones to allow for more frequent yet still reasonable punishments. After seeing what the Rulebook can do, that would hardly be a major surprise.

You are feeling much better and ready when Diana announces it is time. Her gym bag is ready and yours is very easy to pack as clothing will not feature. You check to make sure you have taken everything you need (for a normal gym session at least, as you have no sense of what, if anything, can prepare you for the nearest future) and head out together with Diana. She seems to be unable to take her eyes off you, no more than she was when you were stretching naked in front of her. After a day spent entirely indoors the air feels much cooler than it is ought to on your bare skin so you walk fast, once again falling into the mode of trying your best to act natural despite all your senses screaming the situation is terribly wrong.

FitU is fortunately very close by, though, and you encounter nothing more serious than amused and appreciative looks on the way. As you turn to the entrance even before the glass doors slide aside to admit you you can see the reception area is not quite the same as you remember it.