Legs up

You are hardly surprised when you are told to get onto the bench on your back this time, to open your legs and hold your bent knees. Your entire office saw you like this yesterday so really this is a relatively small step towards further descent. At least this time nobody is telling you to maintain eye contact with the spanker. You give Diana a weak smile and are rewarded with one beaming radiantly but it is time to get moving. Making sure your flaming cheeks take the smallest amount of pressure possible you slither onto the bench in the right place and carefully raise and open your knees. The feeling of air on your exposed privates is eerily familiar now. This is happening way more than you ever intended. You still cannot say you regret it entirely... but parts of you certainly do.

Darren the gym coach is next in line and you wince just looking at his muscular shape. A ripple of laughter shakes both the queue and those already finished with their minute of glory; now that your disdainful face is visible to everyone, you can expect to be reminded about that every moment. A part of you wants to promise to yourself to control your expressions, but the futility of such an effort is painfully obvious. Darren is not particularly tall but his palm seems to big enough to cover your entire behind, proud of it as you are. Unfortunately for you, he is every bit as strong as he looks; you feel your entire body is being moved when his palm crashes into the soft target. Modest as they are, your breasts wobble from the impact and your bottom has already forgotten whatever rest it may have had.

Your eyes are watering and your attempts to stay quite have failed long before Darren is done. He says he looks forward to your next gym session and moves off, leaving you to a gorgeous redhead with breasts to match Diana's whose face is familiar yet whom you cannot quite place. You do not like the look in her eyes, though, even among the generally not-too-kindly disposed towards you group. It hits you just as she hits you for the first time, hard on your right cheek. You still cannot recall her name, but you are certain she used to go out with Diana before cheating on her with a man three times her age. You wonder if this is how it happen in this world too, but the spanks continue to rain down. To make it worse, she does not seem to be interested in widening the area of her efforts; her palm which feels tiny after Darren's is relentlessly hitting the very same spot in the middle of your right cheek. The pain is disproportionately worse and you start twisting on the bench before you even know it. Barely a third of her allotment must have passed when you feel your knees creeping together in a strain of your muscles working against one another as you struggle to prevent them from doing so, the blaze on your cheeks (the right one especially) taking all your willpower away.

You barely stop yourself from earning penalty strokes by painfully digging your nails into your flesh but it is close. You will not manage another encounter like that without your burning cheeks meeting the paddle. The bitch for inviting whom you hate Diana right now rakes her target with nails much longer and sharper than yours as a farewell, drawing a proper scream through your tearful sobbing. Smug and grinning, she goes off to the side to join other spankers already done with their noble task. The next few people are all boys and all Michael's friends. All have bulges in their gym shorts too. Fortunately for you (undignified as that stance may be, but are you way past caring) they are more focused on enjoying themselves than hurting you. Their spanks still hurt but they are slower and the gentlemen in question let their palms rest on your hot cheeks instead of unleashing another barrage. Your crying is not getting less intense, but at the same time you are being filled with a renewed strange sort of bravery; you do not exactly see an end in sight, but you start feeling you might somehow get through this.

That feeling is annihilated when (a few spankers later) you see Dave, your office intern in a déjà vu of the worst kind. Given that you have never seen him here before, it must be a special invitation, likely from Bella or Diana, of course. He greets you politely as ever and chuckles when you fail to produce a coherent response, crying and pushing out your nether parts. Yesterday he showed only a fraction of his ability as a spanker, clearly, as he starts to chastise you even more harshly and viciously. He alternates between your cheeks but hits the very same spot on each one every time, his hand moving fast and not losing intensity. If you could design the worst possible spanking under the circumstances, Dave captured it perfectly. Just as you knew you would when you saw his determined eyes, you start to slip from your position, no longer exercising sufficient control over your muscles to stay balanced on the bench. The "almost there" feeling is absurdly clear on Dave's usually well-controlled face even through your tears and your pain. You know you are trying to wriggle your bottom away from the onslaught but it takes hearing a wave of excited chatter to realise your foot touched the floor. If you were not bawling your eyes out already, you would have started now, because you know what is coming next. Dave does too and he stops and turns around to Michael.