The aftermath of John and Tracy's encounter with Sandra turned out to be hotly stimulating for both of them. Tracy had been turned on by being spanked by Sandra with John watching and found that it was even better upended over John's knee on the receiving end of some brisk smacks with the flat of John's hand. Tracy would frequently tease John by tickling him as he sat on the sofa attempting to watch tv. If she happened to be wearing a skimpy baby doll nighty at the time she she would likely be warned once or twice to cut it out. Another tickle and a giggle from Tracy and John would say: "Thats it, Tracy. I know a naughty little girl who's going to get her bottom warmed." With that John would grab Tracy and haul her over his lap as he sat on the sofa. Peeling down the silky panties, John would trap Tracy's right hand in the small of her back and start spanking her perfectly rounded fanny with stinging smacks gradually raising the heat in her cute sit-upons. John spanked in a pattern from right to left and then center, concentrating on the crowns of her rear cheeks, and the soft swelling of her buttocks where they met the tops of her thighs. By the time Tracy was a hot pink, her slit would be wet and slippery, and ready for John's engorged cock. After soundly spanking Tracy's bottom John would ask her if she was ready to be good. Tracy would assure John that she would be the best little girl in the world if he would only stop the spanking. John would allow her to slide off his lap and she would kneel before him and pull his cock from his pants. The hard member would then disappear between Tracy's lips as she took him into her mouth. This charming scene would often end with Tracy astride John's thighs impaled on his manhood and riding both of them to a shattering orgasm.

With such fun and games it was lucky that they both managed to stay on track at the club. It was with some trepidation that they received a summons from Ms Victoria Tannen, the owner of the club, requesting their presence at a meeting in Vicky's private office.

Victoria Tannen was a 37 year old, tall, sophisticated, dark haired beauty with a voluptuous figure. She was a widow and the money from her husband's estate had enabled her to open this unique health club. Vicky had been an aerobics instructor when she met Biff Tannen, a self made millionaire. In fact it had been the regime she had begun with Biff that had planted the seed of the idea. Vicky wanted Biff to stay in shape and so it was that any slacking on Biff's part would often earn him a stinging session over Vicky's knee while she taught him the value of obeying her mandate with a flat backed hairbrush applied to his bare bottom. Biff put up with this, for the sex that usually followed was mind-blowing.

Vicky's office was on the third floor of the building, behind a thick door at the end of a long corridor. When they arrived they were surprised to see Sandra standing to one side of Vicky's desk, clad in her usual outfit of tight fitting white short-shorts and a T shirt, white socks and gym shoes. She appeared nervous.

Vicky got right to the point. "John and Tracy, thank you for coming. I wish to clear something up with you about this club and get to the bottom of an incident that I heard about. I understand that Sandra had to discipline you two a few weeks ago for a second instance of missed classes. Is this true?" Both Tracy and John nodded.

"And I heard through the grapevine," said Vicky now looking sharply at Sandra, "that Miss Sandra here required you to strip naked to receive correction. Is this true as well?" Both nodded again.

"On behalf of the club I must apologize. We do not allow our instructors to give swats on the bare buttocks. You both must have been terribly embarrassed. What do you have to say for yourself, Sandra?"

"I'm sorry ma'am it will never happen again. I let them off of paddle swats with the big paddle.....", she said pleading her case.

"I don't care Sandra. A bare naked paddling is not permitted. And you know better. I should probably fire you", Vicky continued, " but in this case I may have a solution that may make up for your embarrassment, John and Tracy, and teach Sandra here a lesson. Follow me."

With that Vicky rose approached a door at the side of her office. Opening this door, she ushered them in.

"This is my private exercise room. It is also where I deal with naughty employees who do not follow my directives. Yes", she continued, " people in my employ sign an agreement similar to yours. They agree to accept correction at my hands in appropriate cases in lieu of being fired. In my view this is a very appropriate case."

As if to emphasize her point, Vicky gestured toward the wall which included a pegboard with hooks. Hanging on the pegboard were a wooden paddle with holes in it and a leather strap with a wooden handle

Turning to Sandra she said:

"Sandra, do you agree to accept punishment at my hands?"

"Yes, ma'am. I want to stay."

John and Tracy were now noticing some unique features of this room. In addition to a weight bench, Stairmaster and rowing machine there was an odd apparatus that looked like an old pillory, only this one was a very modern version. It was a narrow padded bench about waist high. At one end was a padded cylinder extending horizontally and at the other a board split into two halves on runners. There were three holes in the board that looked like they would accommodate a person's neck and wrists. The board could move along the bench to adjust for height. The legs holding the bench were height-adjustable too.

"Alright Sandra, the time has come. Take off your clothes and assume the position at the pillory."

"Please Vicky....er...I mean Ms. Tannen. Do I have to be punished naked? These shorts are very thin and I'm sure I'll really feel it good."

"You made these two strip naked and I don't see that you should be treated any differently", said Vicky sternly. "I don't want anything between your bare bottom and this paddle for this."

Vicky unclipped the wicked looking paddle from the wall and indicated to Sandra to prepare herself. Sandra pulled the tight t-shirt over her head and unclipped her bra, freeing her firm full breasts. From what John could see it appeared that the nipples were hard. Sandra undid the button of her shorts and tugged them down revealing a full and rounded pair of bottom cheeks flaring outwardly from a narrow waist and encased in a tiny pair of white silk panties. Sandra hesitated with her thumbs in the elastic of the panties.

"The panties too Sandra. Take them down."

Sandra slowly slid the panties down her thighs revealing an alabaster bottom with a deep crevice between the cheeks. She approached the pillory and bent over the pad while Vicky raised the upper half of the board so she could insert her hands and neck. Locking the board down Vicky then buckled a belt attached to the bench part across the small of Sandra's back causing her to elevate her hips even more to provide the best possible target for the paddle. A final strap tightened around the backs of her knees and she was ready for her impending chastisement.

"I'm going to give you 20 swats with this paddle...hard, and then we'll see. Do you have anything to say?"

"Please not so hard. I'm really sorry...," wailed Sandra.

Vicky raised the paddle to shoulder height and then brought it down with an audible whoosh! SMACK!! The paddle cracked against Sandra's bottom. Her fanny flattened out for an instant before springing back and displaying a bright red band. Vicky began to lay on the swats evenly with a brief pause between each one. John could see the flesh of her cheeks ripple with every stinging smack of the paddle which cracked like pistol shots in the enclosed space of Vicky's workout room.

CRACK! CRACK! SMACK!! "Owww...please...I'm really sorry..." CRACK! "Count!" "Owwww...four I think..." CRACK! "Ye....owwww.....five!" CRACK!"Six" WHACK! "Seven...owwwww"WHACK! "Ouch..." "Don't lose count or I start over!" CRACK! WHACK! SMACK! "Oww...ow....owwww...nine,ten eleven"

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The merciless paddling continued with Sandra blubbering out the number of each whack in between cries of distress. Her quivering bottom became an angry red as it absorbed each sizzling smack of the paddle. Meanwhile John had developed an erection that had not gone unnoticed by either Tracy or Vicky.

CRACK!" nineteen....please stop...ow" WHACK! "Yeeowwww.......twenty!"

"Well Sandra I think we're making progress, but I notice John has a little problem", said Vicky with a wicked smile. "Perhaps you can help him" "John if you'll be so kind as to go to the other side where Sandra's head is and loosen your zipper I think Sandra can can use her mouth to better effect than crying like a baby."

John, understanding what Vicky had in mind, needed no further encouragement and proceeded to unzip his pants and pull out his throbbing member, made rock hard by the spectacle of Sandra's bare bottom paddling. Tracy while feeling considerable arousal from witnessing the smacking of Sanrda's luscious bare fanny was a little miffed at John's obvious enthusiasm for Vicky's command.

With John's cock pointed at Sandra's face trapped in the pillory, Vicky retrieved the leather strap and showed it to Sandra.

Sandra pleaded: "Please not the strap...please no..!"

"This is all up to you, Sandra. You are going to take John into your mouth and I am going to strap you...hard. When John cums I will stop, understood?"

Sandra opened her mouth to take John's full hardness and began swirling her tongue around the head to try to get John to cum. At the same time Vicky swung the strap connecting with Sandra's bottom right across the crown of her sit-spot with a loud CRACK! As Sandra desperately tried to bring John off, Vicky continued to swing the strap in wide arcs, cracking against Sandra's tender bottom. Crack! crack! smack! the strap continued to fall.

Whack! "mmmfff" Whack!"mmm" Crack!"mmmmffff" Sandra frantically sucked on John's penis as he rocked his hips back and forth while her reddened fanny burned hotter with each lick from the strap.

John could not hold out much longer. Between the sight of Sandra's tear streaked face, the sensation in his penis, and the sight of that strap cracking against Sandra's wriggling rear, John was brought to a thunderous orgasm and released his seed into Sandra's mouth.

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Together they released Sandra who stood stiffly and attempted to rub the heat out of her rear cheeks which by now appeared to be swollen to twice their normal size. Sandra was crying real tears. "You may leave now Sandra", intoned Vicky. Sandra slowly picked up her clothes and shuffled out wincing with every step.

"I believe justice has been served", said Vicky. "I assure you there will be no such further incidents in the future. If in the future either of you must undergo a behavior modification it will be according to club policies."

"Er...thanks", said John." I guess we'll let ourselves out. Lets go, Tracy".

John and Tracy left and returned to her place. Tracy was silent until they got home. Then she said: "You were certainly eager to have that red haired bitch go to work on you."

"Hey ....whoa ..Tracy. I was just going with the flow."

"Well, you didn't have to agree to everything. I thought we had something special and I'm angry about you having sex with her...and right in front of me!"

"It wasn't sex. The president of the United States says so," said John with a mirthful grin.

"That crack and your behavior are going to cost you mister...that is if you want to stay with me! I think its high time we had a little discussion about your attitude......."