Gymnast2
He had us form a semi-circle in front of him then took off his shirt to show a
muscled body. He was wearing tight black jeans and a picture I had seen during
the Inquisition came to mind. He looked like one of the inquisitors especially
since he was holding what I later found out was a quirt in his hand.
He said, "Take off your clothes. I have to measure you for your leotards."
We were all shocked by the demand but we had all been told to do as told so we
began taking off our clothes. We all stopped when we were just wearing panties
but all hope of modesty disappeared when he said,"Panties too."
We took off our panties then stood there blushing with our hands covering our
pussies.
He said, "Stand at attention. Hands at your sides, shoulders back, chest out and
suck in your tummies."
That removed our last bit of modesty. some hesitated but we all got into the
pose he wanted.
I was lucky. I am kind of skinny and had no problem sucking in my stomach till
ribs showed but a couple of girls still had their babyfat and even sucked in
their tummies pooched out a bit. I was glad some other girls had started to form
boobs so I wouldn't be teased like I was at gym class showers in school.
He moved closer to us and stood in front of each girl staring at her while they
blushed and fidgited in embarrassment.
Then with no warning he hit one of the girls with a pooching stomach right on
her belly button. The leather flap at the end of the quirt left a heart shaped
red mark on he tummy. She yelped in pain amd bent over but quickly got back in
the pose when he said, "Attention!"
You could see the strain on her face as she did her best to suck in her tummy so
it was flat. He said, "Good. If you had done that in the first place I wouldn't
have had to hit you."
Then he went to the other girl who still was showing some roundness althugh you
could tell seeing the other girl hit had really frightened her.
He said, "I see you are trying now but that does not forgive you for the earlier
failure. Brace yourself."
He hit down to leave the mark just above her pubic bone with the pointy part
going into her tiny slit. She screamed but managed to stay at attention.
Then he took out a cloth measuring tape and began measuring us. It was really
embarrassing. The back of his hand pushed into our pussies when he measured our
legs. He measured our waist and our chest letting the tape saw across our
nipples then made a final measurement by running the tape btween our legs and
holding it tightly against our necks. The tape slipped inside our pussies and I
could feel it sawing on my clit.
I later found out the measuring was bogus. The leotard only came in two sizes.
Small and medium since they were made of stretch material that fit us like a
second skin.
He went to the stage and brought back a box then said, "The leotards will only
be worn for meets. In practise sessions you will just wear the panties that go
under the leotard. I will fit them to you."
He pulled out a "Pantie" it was just a tiny triangle with elastic strings
attached to it.
He had the first girl hold the triangle against her pussy then ran the string
hooked to the point of the triangle in between her butt cheeks then pulled the
two ends up over her hip ones and tightened all the strings until they were sunk
out of sight in her skin to tie them at her back then took out a knife to cut
off the loose ends. He pushed her hand out of the way and smoothed the triangle
over her pussy while she blushed like crazy.
He said, "Good. This makes no unsightly bulges like regular panties."
When he got to me I understood why the girls had blushed. when he smoothed it he
pushed the point into my butt hole and spent more time than he needed smoothing
it over my pussy finally running his finger up from my butt hole to my clit so
the "Pantie" made a perfect outline of my crotch.
Then he started some music and we began doing aerobic exercises. At least he did
them with us so we could not complain that he worked us harder than he did
himself.
He let us have a short break between songs but he was in better shape than us so
we really got tired and sweaty. So sweaty when I looked at one of the other
girls I saw her "Pantie" had become wet and transparent. I looked down to see
mine was the same. I blushed realizing I might as well be naked.
He then had us do Jumping Jacks. I found that with my legs opening and closing
the elastic strings were pulling my "Pantie" into the slit of my pussy to the
point only my pubic mound was covered. It was really embarrassing but there was
nothing I could do about it. Worse the damn thing was rubbing on my inner lips,
clitoris and butthole that was exciting me as much as my masturbation. I know
the "Pantie" got wetter but I hoped all the girls would just think it was sweat.
He finished with stretching exersises going around slapping the inner thighs of
girls who could not manage the full stretch with that damn quirt.
Then he said we could shower and dress since our parents would be picking us up
soon. He told us to hook our "Panties" on hooks by our name so they could be
washed later.I saw some other hooks at the end that held a strap like mine and a
skinny bamboo cane. I thought they must be for worse offenses since the quirt
could not be too bad because the red marks it had left on the girls were already
faded.
In the shower one of the older girls said, "Jesus. Those jumping jacks were a
killer. My damn panty sunk into my crotch and rubbed me till I thought I was
gong to have an orgasm."
I was relieved when other girls agreed and I said, "I think I did." That made
the girls giggle but it was not to be mean.
She said the G-string climbs up in me too. I asked, "G-string?"
"Yes. My brother and I watched an R rated movie when my folks were gone. It had
strippers who wore these. My brother said they were called G-strings." Then she
giggled and said my brother would really get a kick out of seeing me wear it.
From then on we referred to our "Panties" as "Gs". Knowing strippers wore them
made them more sexy and I wondered if he really only wanted us to wear them so
he could see our muscles work.
The shower was just an eight foot square box with a sliding glass door. There
were gobs of showerheads pointing in all directions but we couldn't find a valve
to turn them on.
I stuck my head out of the shower room door and told him we did not know how to
turn on the shower. He said he would do it for us.
He came in and sat on a bench by the wall and said, "I believe in conserving
water so I will turn it on so you can get wet then I will turn it off so you can
wash with soap. When you are clean I will turn it on again so you can rinse."
Some of us blushed realizing he was going to watch us shower and that we would
be washing our pussies.
He turned on the valve and the water was cold. We jumped around shrieking until
the hot water came and all the shower sprays hitting every inch of us started
feeling good.
He turned off the water then said, "You are a team now girls who should work
together. Form a circle and wash each others backs."
I hadn't been washed since I was a little girl. I had forgotten how good it
felt. I felt the girl behind me washing me all over with her soapy hands while I
washed the girl in front of me. It felt so good I could have stayed in there
forever.
Then he said, "Don't forget the crack between your butt cheeks. Sweat gathers
there."
That made us blush again but the soapy hand spreading and rubbing my cheeks and
anus felt even better.
Then he said, "Turn around and do your fronts."
That was even better to feel the soapy hands kneading my boobies and all over my
tummy.
Then he said, "Don't forget the vagina. Sweat gathers there too."
We all blushed at that but the soapy fingers running up and down from my anus to
the top of my slit felt wonderful. All of us spread our legs a little to let the
fingers in further. This was the same feeling I got from masturbation and I
became excited. I could tell fom the dreamy look on the girl I was washing that
it had the same effect on her.
Suddenly the sprays came on again and he told us to rinse and get dressed. I
felt cheated. I was just at that terrible point just before release.
When we were rinsed he turned off the water and left.
Embarrassment returned since we all knew it wasn't right. I had only done that
hidden under covers. We couldn't look each other in the eyes and hurriedly
dressed. We waited on a bench as parents arrived. They all asked how their
daughter had done. To my amazement when the mother of the daughter with the
poochy belly asked about her he said, "Amanda has trouble keeping her tummy
sucked in. Show your mother what happens when you don't mind."
She blushed but lifted her dress then pulled down the top of her panties to show
the faint red mark of his quirt.
Her Mother looked at it and said, "That doesn't amount to much."
Amanda whined, "But Mama. It really hurt."
I didn't realise my Mom was there until she said, "I hope you don't whine like
that over such a little thing. Did you?"
"No Mama. He didn't have to punish me. I was good."
She looked ar Don, our trainer, and said, "Was she really good? Being cute she
gets away with things. I don't want you to give her any slack."
"Yes she was good this time. Don't worry. If she is bad I will punish her."
"Good. She has a tendency to be lazy so I won't be surprised if she comes home
with a lot more than a little red mark."
When we got to the car she said, "Tell me what you did tonight."
Well he measured us for our leotards then gave us some panties to wear while
practicing. He said he wants to be able to see our muscles work to tell what
needs toning."
"That makes sense. Then what?"
"Then we did a lot of aerobics to get in shape before we took a shower to go
home."
"Is that it? Tell me about the girls who got punished."
"It didn't amount to much. Girls who let their tummies pooch out got a spank on
their tummies and girls who couldn't do the splits got hit on their inner
thighs. That must have hurt though because they really squealed."
"They aren't as courageous as you. I understand he punishes the body part that
fails. I imagine the butt muscles and chest muscles would be used a lot as well
as the arm muscles."
"No. He said he would never punish a part that would show a mark when we are
dressed."
"I think that is a good policy. It still leaves a lot of area to punish. I think
your Dad and I will do the same."
That seemed to end the conversation. It seemed my home punishments would no
longer be confined to just my butt and thighs. The thought of my strap hitting
my inner thighs or tummy scared me so I said, "He doesn't use the strap on the
tender places. Just his little quirt."
"Yes. I'll get one. The strap could knock the breath out of you on your tummy or
chest."
That still scared me because I was sure she wouldn't be happy with just one
spank. I didn't tell her about the "G" or the shower. I had gotten a real bad
spanking for running around in the back yard naked where someone may see me and
she had always told me no-one should touch me "Down there."
I was afraid if I told her she may take me out of the team and I was looking
forward to another shower.
end part 2
