An expectant group

You already know a rack with a number of spanking implements hanging off it is a normal feature of a public place rather than something prepared in your honour specifically. Neither are you surprised by the sight of two ladies bearing a resemblance to one another but with significant age gap, looking like a mother and a daughter, pass through the space towards the changing rooms bottomless save for sport shoes and with bright red behinds. Even a small leather paddle that now appears to be a part of the standard staff uniform hardly looks out of place.

What does look out of place, however, is small crowd that at a glance seems to consist of over two dozen people standing around chatting near the entrance. Even worse is that you seem to know practically everyone in it. This is your party, so to speak. Your younger cousin (how did Michael even find her, she's in uni on the other end of the town!! Or do you owe this particular favour to someone else?) gives you a mischievous you-had-it-coming smile. Some women are more sympathetic. Robotically you continue to walk forward barely feeling legs as they make the steps. After seeing the familiar faces you cannot lift your eyes again but Diana sensing the change in you gently pushes your chin up. You are fighting back the tears but your vision is blurred despite your best efforts and you recognise Michael a moment or two after you should have when he steps towards you. "Thank you for coming, Jenna." His voice is cool but polite as always. "Seeing how we met here, the gym admin kindly allowed us the use of the public and punishment space for this evening, but the event is more popular than anyone anticipated."

"Where do you want me?" you ask, wishing for this to end harder than you ever wished for anything. He chuckles and points at the low weights bench in the middle of the room, which you did not see until the people parted before you. "Knees on the bench, as wide as you can, hands on the floor. Don't worry, we'll shift positions around later. It will take a while for everyone to have a go." Without further word you turn and walk defiantly to the bench, but in your mind you are screaming. EVERYONE?? He wants everyone here to have a go at spanking you?? Even if it is two spanks each (and you have a strong feeling that will not be actually the case) this will be the longest beating your bottom will have taken!! Admittedly it is hand only, but still... You are wishing you misunderstood or he is scaring you deliberately. Only you know you did not and that would not really be his style. You are in for a very, very long evening and nobody here will help you.

You try to block out the approving murmur and outright calls to get your butt moving as you mount the bench as Michael told you to. You are facing away from the glass doors of the gym and if nobody blocks the line of sight people outside would be easily able to see your spread pussy and the tight hole between your spread cheeks. At least your face will stay relatively hidden and so will you breasts which even now do not hang down exactly. Before you are told to change your position, in any case. Then even those tiny blessings will evaporate. In his usual calm and courteous manner Michael needlessly explains to the suddenly hushed group (who all know what he is saying but presumably want to show the spanker due respect) who he is and why he is punishing you and how he hopes it will help you. When another wave of approving noises goes around and dies down he announces:

"Please form a queue, at least vaguely. Let us start."