The gymnast
I was nine almost ten years old when Mom saw me walking on the railroad track
iron. I didn't think it was a big deal but she got all excited saying, "Oh Honey
you have great balance. You could be a gymnast. I would be so proud if you got
into the Olympic competition."
Like I said it was not a big deal I had balanced myself on smaller things like
our board fence and I was not excited about becoming a gymnast. I had watched
them on TV and it looked like a lot of work and that it could hurt. I was not
big on being hurt.
I was reminded of hurt everytime I went to my room to see the strap hanging on
my wall to remind me to be good.
It was not easy being good. I really tried but sometimes I did things I thought
were okay but they hated. Little things like improper table manners, or not
doing my homework right after dinner, or watching rap videos on MTV. My table
manners were better than the kids at school, It didn't matter if I did the
homework right away or later, and all the kids watched videos. If it was so damn
bad it would have been R rated. Oh that is another thing. Cursing. They really
got mad when I said Damn or hell or Christ or Shit. There are times like when
you stub your toe that just seems to demand a curse word
I also thought they were hypocrites since they seemed to enjoy spanking me. My
punishment time was always Friday after dinner. I am sure they picked that time
to let the red and bruises go down before I went to school on Monday. They also
believed in progressive spanking. Any time I did anything wrong they put a check
mark on the bulletin board. First check earned me a spanking on my panties, two
checks and the spanking was on my bare behind already sore from the first, third
got me spanked on my inner thighs real close to my crotch which really hurt.
Fourth got me a spanking on my tummy from below my belly button to the top of my
puffy pussy. I never got five checks but assumed if I did it would be on my
pussy and I could not imagine how bad that would be.
By Wednesday I had two checks and I was really careful not to get any more. It
wasn't just the pain that was terrible it was having to live with the fear for
days and the humiliation and embarrassment.
Friday after supper the degrading ritual would begin. I had to go to my room and
get the strap to bring down to them, then kneel and hold it out in front of me
to say, "I have been naughty. Please spank me I know I deserve it."
I hated having to say that because it was a lie. Most times I didn't think I
deserved to be hurt at all.
Then I would have to take off my dress or jeans and T-shirt. I couldn't
understand the necessity of being bare on top I would not be hit there and
assumed they made me do it because I was embarassed about my boobs growing way
before the other girls.
Once I was only wearing my little cotton panties I had to go to the kitchen to
get a chair to place in front of the couch where Dad would be sitting and then
lean over it with my hands on the seat. I am not very tall so the back of the
chair wuld dig in to my tummy evem though I was on tip-toes.
Mom would give me five spanks that felt like they were stinging and burning deep
inside me then Dad would get up and give me five more on my already sore bottom.
For the second set I had to move the chair then move the coffee table forward to
make room for me to be hit without hitting Dad's legs. then I had to take off my
panties facing him. When they were on the floor I had to say, "I am ready to be
punished." I never really felt ready for it.
Then I had to turn and lie flat across the coffee table. the only way I could
get every inch of my belly and chest touching the table was by opening my legs.
I had checked in the mirror on my closet door and knew that made my pussy
totally visible which made me very embarrassed.
She would give me five swats that hurt even more on my sore and naked butt then
he would get up to give me another five. His were worse because he aimed at the
juncture of my thighs and butt which would be super sensitive and really close
to hitting my pussy.
Then I had to get up and turn to face them and thank them for the just
punishment. The thing that really bothered me was that Dad would have a big lump
in his pants and I had learned in Sex ED that penis's would enlarge when the man
was sexually aroused. Even Mom would be breathing funny with an excited look on
her face.
I had to face the wall and think about my failure while they went into their
bedroom. I heard the bed squeaking and their moans. It made me angry to be used
to provide them sexual excitement. It seemed only fair for me to rub the little
nubbin called my clitoris to make me forget the pain and eventually get this
great feeling of release.
Later they would come out of their room in bathrobes and tell me to go to my
room and do my homework.
I never did it right away. First I would back up to my mirror to sse what damage
they had done. I swore that if it was welted to the point I would still have
marks on Monday I would tell the teacher and have them arrested for child
abuse.The marks would always be gone by Monday though and I don't think I would
have told anyway since that meant I would have no parents and have to go to a
foster home. the other kids had told me horror stories about foster homes run by
perverts and I certainly did not want to get myself into something worse.
Anyway Mom checked around and found a Gymnastic trainer. When we went into his
office she was really impressed when she saw girls my age and older in
photographs on his wall wearing gold and silver medals. It was not until much
later I found that none of those girls had been trained by him.
He came in and looked me over then with the excuse of checking my muscle tone he
felt my legs, butt and tummy. I blushed furiusly at this strange man touching me
but Mom just went along with it.
Then he said, "It takes a lot to be a great gymnast. She will have to learn
discipline and to accept pain. Until she becomes limber some moves will be quite
painful. It is also necessary for her to be pretty. In your daughters case that
is not a problem but discipline may. She will have to accept me as her Lord and
Master and do as I say without question."
Mom said, "Oh she is a good girl. She accepts our discipline and I am sure will
accept yours."
"Good. There are a couple of other things I should tell you. Most of the girls
are embarrassed at first to wear only leotards which become transparent when
they perspire. To get them over that embarrassment early I have them practice
just wearing panties."
Mom interrupted him to say, "That should be no problem. After all she would be
covered down there."
No problem for her but I knew I would be really embarrassed.
"Good but you didn't let me finish. Some girls aren't willing to work as hard as
they should and in that case I have found the only thing that works is corporal
punishment."
I didn't know what corporal punishment was but Mom made it plain by saying, "Oh
you mean like spanking. I have no problem with that. She is spanked at home and
I have always thought it was a mistake when schools stopped doing it. I think
that is the reason kids are so bad now."
"Good. Then you won't be upset if she comes home with some red marks on her?"
"Oh no. we redden her bottom, thighs and tummy when necessary."
That really embarrassed me and I hated the grin on his face.
"Good I will accept her as a candidate. I am sure that if she works hard she
will be in the Olympics. We will start tomorrow at six PM amd you can pick her
up at nine."
Mom said, "Oh I planned to stay and watch her practice."
"No. Having parents around distracts them. If you come back before nine you will
find the door is locked. That is how strongly I feel about parental
interference."
Then Mom said hesitantly, "How much will this cost us. We don't have a lot of
money."
He said, "Fortunately I had a very succesful father who left me a substantial
trust fund. I train deserving girls at no charge. I stress deserving. If she
does not cooperate she will be dropped from the team."
Mom was ecstatic. She smiled from ear to ear and said, "Don't worry. She will
cooperate. If you have to spank her let me know and we will continue on double
when she gets home."
I cringed knowing if he gave me ten spanks they would add twenty more which
would get me to my more tender parts.
She got me there early and we had to wait until he opened the door of his gym.
She shoved me through the door saying, "Do whatever he tells you. I don't want
to hear any bad reports."
That scared me and I knew I would have to be his virtual slave.
When everyone arrived. He had ten girls from nine to eleven. He said that when
we got to be twelve we would be trained by someone else. That is when I realized
he just liked young girls.
End part 1
