The New Mandatory Yoga Class

“You ready for that new yoga class they’re implementing today?” Tanya asked her friend Sara.

Sara rolled her eyes, “I can’t believe they’re making all the girls take that class. It’s completely messing up my schedule. I think I might have to end up taking a summer class.”

“That sucks, but I guess it’s kinda our fault,” replied Tanya. “The headmaster said that some girls don’t have the flexibility to assume requested poses during punishments.”

“I guess you’re right,” said Sara, unconvinced. They made their way to the rec center, where a ton of students were currently lifting weights and running laps on the indoor track. Their yoga class was supposed to be in the basement so they hurried down the stairs. They knew the punishment for being late would be quite harsh.

Entering the gym area, they noticed about a dozen other girls already there. Each girl was positioned on top of a blue gymnastics mat.

Sara and Tanya quickly found spots and sat quietly in anticipation. At exactly 2 pm, a strict-looking older woman came in with two younger female assistants. They stood at the front of the room and scanned over the rows of girls.

“Alright, ladies. The school has told us that you guys have been doing a subpar job at stretching into the positions necessary for the staff to administer spankings and other punishments. We’re here to stretch you to the point that you break and maybe even a little past that,” the older coach shouted. “Now, everyone remove your clothing and place it neatly at the foot of your mat.”

Along with the rest of the girls, Sara and Tanya quickly removed their white blouses and plaid skirts. Neither wore underwear, as it often got in the way of spankings.

Over a dozen girls now stood naked in the gym. The assistants were walking down the rows, making sure everyone was following directions.

“First up: everyone lie down on your back and put your feet behind your head,” the head coach commanded.

Some girls groaned, but all of them got on the floor and pulled their feet towards their head.

While Tanya put her feet behind her head with little effort, Sara struggled more, “Ah, shit, come on, come on!!”

The assistants noticed her struggles and came over.

“You need some help?” one of them inquired.

“No, I think I’m doing okay,” replied Sara. Clearly it was a rhetorical question, however. Each assistant grabbed a foot and began to pull it backwards, towards Sara’s head.

“Aieeeee, ahhhh, please, stop!” Sara cried out. “You’re bending me too far!”

By this point, the head coach came over, “What have we here? Someone having a little trouble, eh? Maybe this will motivate you.” She unclipped a riding crop from her belt. Pulling back, she landed a hit directly on Sara’s exposed pussy.

“Urgggg,” Sara moaned. Another slap came down on top of the first one. “Errrrrr, aieeee, please, miss, please stop.”

The coach ignored her pleas and smacked her again. Sara’s pussy was beginning to discolor. At the same time, the assistants had almost gotten her feet behind her head.

With one more spanking, Sara wailed out as the assistants succeeded in their task. Sara’s feet were securely behind her head. Her face was wet with tears, and her breath was ragged and raw, but she had done it. Somewhere inside of her, she was proud of that fact.

Now the question was: how would she get out of this pose?