Vicky parked her car and sat for a moment contemplating what lay ahead. She shifted in her seat expecting it might be a while before she was able to sit comfortably again. Her friend, Amber, had recommended Ryan as personal trainer promising that VIcky would see results in her quest for weight loss and fitness gains, but that Ryan applied some fairly unconventional incentives for his clients to achieve their goals.

Aware of Ryan’s unusual methods, Vicky had contacted him online to arrange a first session. First he instructed her to actively share her daily fitness data with him and that the key metrics would be her weight, recorded via her Bluetooth-connected scale, and also the move and exercise data collected by her smart watch. Targets would be reducing her weight gradually 1-2 pounds per week plus closing her move and exercise rings at least 4 days per week. Initially, the structure of her weekly workout would be a 10 min warm-up on the elliptical, 20 minutes of core strength routines and 20 min working on arms and legs.

In between the workout segments would be the feedback part of the program and the aspect that Vicky was most nervous about. If her weight was unchanged for a given week, between warm-up and core, Ryan would give her 6 swats with a wooden paddle. Each pound lost would reduce the swat count by one but back-sliding and gaining weight would result in two extra swats per pound. After the core segment, meeting her move goal would result in a dozen strokes with a heavy leather belt. Again, missing or exceeding the goal would adjust the count according. Then at the end of the workout, she would get 10 stokes with a hardwood slat adjusted up or down by exercise ring closure goal. Ryan noted that spankings would be hard and on the bare.

Vicky was both excited and a bit nervous about the disciplinary aspect of the program. Vicky had been curious about spanking for as long as she could remember, though seldom a recipient of corporal punishment as a youngster. A former boyfriend had been an avid spankophile and introduced it as a part of their foreplay. What made Vicky nervous was the likelihood that Ryan would be much more intense than hand spanks she had received as a prelude to intimacy.

Ryan greeted Vicky at the door to his small gym facility and got her started on the elliptical. When she was finished he led her to a corner of the room where there was a piece of blue painter’s tape on the floor. “Toes on the line, feet shoulder width apart,” he instructed and Vicky dutifully complied. For her first session, she would be receiving the nominal number of incentive swats and strokes. “Pants down and bend over with your hands on your knees,” he added. Vicky shrugged her yoga pants and panties down to mid-thigh and bent over. “Ok. After each segment this is the position you should immediately assume,” Ryan noted. Vicky felt him tap her lower cheeks with the paddle and then heard and unfamiliar and loud smack. The searing pain arrived soon after and Vicky stood straight up and her hands grasped her stinging cheeks. “Stay in position or the swat doesn’t count,” Ryan cautioned. VIcky slowly lowered herself and braced for the remaining swats. The core workout was tough enough without the residual sting from the paddling. Soon her toes were on the line with her bare ass proffered for the leather strap. The flexible implement bit harshly into her bottom. As she was pulling up her pants she caught a glimpse of her bottom in the mirror, the underside of her cheeks were beet red from the paddle and marked with criss-cross welts from crest to crease. Finally at the end of the session, she gingerly bared her bottom for the last time and waited for the impact of the ruler-like hardwood slat. It’s sensation was a focused intense pain, unlike either the heavy thud of the paddle or the biting snap of the belt.

Afterwards, Vicky walked out to her car imagining that her butt must be glowing like a red-hot ember. The spanking had resulted in a throbbing bottom and had been intensely arousing, as well. She folded a towel and put in down on her car seat, partly as a cushion and partly as an absorbent barrier between her leather seats and her soaked panties.