John needed to lose about 30 lbs. He wasn't bad looking, it was just that he was a little soft around the middle and wanted to be more attractive for the summer. The club he noticed was in his neighborhood in a nondescript building with just a small sign that read " The Health Club", and underneath that, "Motivational Workouts". John needed motivation. He had tried to lose weight before, all to no avail. So it was that he found himself talking to Jenny, one of the staff, about the club.

. "We guarantee results", she said. "All of our clients lose weight because of our unique method of motivation and behavior modification."

"Well, that sounds good, but how does it work?" countered John.

"Each of our clients sign a nonrefundable contract for a year. We know the exercise regimen works, its just the will to keep coming that is sometimes lacking. People fail because they stop coming. We have a remedy for that. You must attend a minimum of three workouts per week. If you have more than 3 unexcused absences in a row, you agree to a motivational behavior modification session with one of our instructors."

To John that didn't sound so bad. The staff was all female from what he could see, and all were tall, fit, almost amazonian, women with great bodies. In fact it was a little intimidating because in addition to being beautiful, they looked strong enough to handle him with little or no trouble. How bad could this "session" be, he thought? It's probably some scolding coupled with some kind of lame pep talk that he could easily endure. At the moment, John was focused on the exquisite derriere of Sandra, a tall red haired aerobics teacher who was walking by and missed the part of Jenny's explanation that informed him that the "sessions" under discussion could involve both verbal and physical behavioral modification techniques. * * * * * * * *

For awhile, all went well. John attended regularly and made progress. John continued to marvel at the obvious physical charms of the staff. They do a good bit of weight training he noted, but the strong-looking arms and shoulders seemed to make them all the more attractive. From time to time he heard vague rumors of what were called "B-Mod" sessions for laggard members. When Christy, a 5'10" blonde trainer told Tom, one of the members, that he was down for a B-Mod session with her the next day, he blushed red in front of the class and there were nervous giggles and knowing winks all around. John asked Tracy, a cute petite blonde what Tom's reaction was all about.

"You should hope you don't find out", she whispered, "Its embarrassing...and other things," she said, absentmindedly rubbing her cute, pert behind as if remembering something unpleasant.

* * * * * *

The time came, though, when John missed 3 in a row. He was tired and didn't feel like going a third time that week. "So I have to listen to a lecture", he thought ,"no big deal". It was Sandra who gave him the word.

"You and I need to have a little talk, John. You have missed a whole week without coming to at least three classes. Meet me at the front desk tomorrow at 5:00. Wear regular workout gear."

John didn't mind, Sandra was gorgeous. Besides, it sounded like the worst that would happen is that he might have to do sit ups or something. The next day John met Sandra at the front desk. He wore his workout shorts and a tank top. Sandra was dressed as usual in white short shorts and a tee shirt that exposed her navel and proudly displayed her ample bust.

" Well John I regret this is necessary but you will follow me to the session room and cooperate fully." John nodded nervously at this, while she added, "Failure to comply with this program will result in cancellation of your contract and forfeiture of all funds due."

"Ok, but what are we going to do?" queried John.

"Just follow me", said Sandra.

They took an elevator to a basement in the building that John never even knew existed. At the basement level was a corridor. Sandra strode ahead of John presenting him with the opportunity to observe the luscious sway of her rear as she walked. Despite the strange nature of the situation, John began to become aroused. They were alone, in close quarters, in a deserted area of the building and a subtle power shift had become apparent. But Sandra was very much in charge and this thought was making John feel like a recalcitrant lad being marched to the principal's office.

Sandra opened a door at the end of the corridor and flipped on the light switch. John let out an involuntary gasp when he entered the room. There was a modified vaulting horse, somewhat smaller than usual having an adjustable top that sloped from front to back and a pair of handles coming up from floor level at the back. There was a sturdy desk and an armless straight-backed chair at one side of the room away from the horse which was in the center of the room. Acoustic insulation lined the walls. The alarming feature of the room was, however, the wooden paddle that hung on a nail behind the desk.

Before John could even open his mouth, Sandra commanded him not to say a word and to stand in front of the desk. As she sat down and took a ledger from a drawer John managed to stammer, " What is this about? Do you think you are going to paddle me with that thing?" he said, pointing to the paddle on the wall. The paddle was oval with rounded edges, having a " business" end about 5" wide and 18" long with a 6" handle. Made of a hard wood and being 3/4" thick, it looked like a formidable instrument.

" John," began Sandra, " you agreed to this when you signed the contract. If you walk out of this room you are out of the club and you must still pay the remaining balance. Frankly I think a little talk here with me now will help motivate you to take this club's rules seriously and you will achieve your goal. Or instead will you wimp out like some coward?"

John saw that he was trapped. He was ashamed to just quit, and on top of that his arousal began to run rampant. The thought of turning himself over to Sandra for a paddling was embarrassing but also exciting in a strange way.

"For a first time offender, John the club feels that 10 solid licks with this paddle will encourage you to attend classes as we insist. It's really for your own good. You will remember this the next time you think you are tired or just don't want to bother. You might like to know that every staff member here has gone through an even more vigorous regime. And as you can see", she said, rising and turning around to unclip the paddle from the wall, "they had plenty to work with on me." The last comment was delivered with a hearty smile and a pat to her bottom, which filled out her tight white shorts to perfection.

Indeed, Sandra had had considerable experience in this department. A real hellion as a kid, she was no stranger to trips across the parental knee to have her pants lowered for a bottom blistering. Her mom had favored a little novelty store paddle procured on a memorable trip to a summer cabin. A casual disciplinarian when Sandra was younger, Sandra's mom had reintroduced spankings to both her and her sister Kate that summer. When the girls, Sandra 13 and Kate 11, had disobeyed and gone swimming alone in the lake, they had been marched unceremoniously to the general store where mom, furious, had purchased the paddle in full view of the clerks and other shoppers. "Board of Education" the paddle said. "I guess this will do for you two," said her mom slapping the paddle smartly on her palm. Knowing smiles and winks had accompanied the trio from the store. Sandra had just about died of embarrassment. It had been a long walk to the cabin through the woods, mom not saying a thing, just fuming and tapping that paddle against her leg. Inside the cabin the girls were told to remove their suits. Sandra and Kate tearfully complied, knowing what was coming. Even at 13 Sandra was a beautiful girl, developed beyond her age, she had budding breasts and a cute curvacious rear end. When the girls were totally nude, Sandra went first. Her mom was a tall big boned woman and she had no trouble upending Sandra across her lap, bare buttocks perched over her right knee. Then she started to spank, hard, and Sandra would never forget the sound and feel of that smacking paddle that came down on her fanny that August afternoon. For the next five minutes the paddle had cracked down on her wriggling butt while she had howled and begged for mercy. The paddle had scalded her seat like a branding iron, and by the time mom had finished spanking and lecturing, she had been reduced to pitifully desperate pleading and tears. Nor did she ever forget the shameful war dance she did when mom let her up. Oblivious to her nudity, she had hopped and rubbed her hind end, all the while blubbering in pain, her buttocks a fiery red. Kate got the same treatment. From then on the "Board of Education" saw frequent use in her household.

The trend continued in high school, only this time courtesy of the assistant principal and his paddle. She had been summoned more than once to Mr Burnham's office for some misdeed or another. The school allowed one layer of clothing, so she had been required to raise her dress or lower her pants and assume the dreaded position, hands on knees, displaying her ample derriere to the husky vice principal. The penalty was usually 5 swats and Burnam delivered them with gusto, smacking her lovely panty clad bottom with all the enthusiasm he could muster, slowly, drawing it out. She knew he loved to paddle the girls this way, the pig. Then came the sorority. It was no wonder that when she landed in a position where she could actually dish it out that she did so with great relish.........especially to men.

"Lets go John, sign the book here and we will get this over with. When I countersign it we are done."

"Please Sandra, now not too hard, ok? I'll go through with this because I want to continue here."

"John, 10 licks is 10 licks well laid on, but you can take it. Tracy took 15 last week."

Well, thought John, if Tracy can hold still for 15 whacks I can surely stand 10. "What do you want me to do?"

"Lean over that apparatus and hold onto the handles", commanded Sandra. " Do not let go or that swat will not count."

John approached the spanking bench and bent over it, stretching his shorts tight across his buttocks. The posture was humiliating because it forced his bottom to jut out making it the most prominent portion of his anatomy. Sandra took the paddle and positioned herself to John's left. She patted both cheeks of his fanny and assuming a proper stance raised her arm to shoulder level. Swinging through she delivered the first lick with a deft wrist-snapping motion. CRACK! "Yeeeow" cried John, unable to believe how much it stung. "That's one, John. Here's two" CRACK! "Ouch, oh God that stings...please...not so hard", said John. SMACK! "Ow..ow..ow..stop", entreated John, now almost crying. WHACK! "Four!" intoned Sandra. "For God's sake please... no more", cried John who felt that the sting was so intense that he was losing control, and he stood up clutching his rear cheeks. "That one did not count, you stood up and let go of the handles." said Sandra." Bend right over, put your fanny in the air, and don't move."

Sobbing now, John complied. CRACK! " Owwww", wailed John," I can't take any more." John stood up again frantically rubbing his stinging bottom. "I cannot have this, John. Please stay in position and take it like a man," said Sandra. " I can't..I can't...it just hurts too much..ooo..oww", blubbered John. "If you can't hold still, I will have to do this the old-fashioned way", said Sandra ominously. "What do you mean?" glubbed John. "Just this!" said Sandra grasping John by the earlobe and walking him over toward the chair which she grabbed with her other hand. She pulled it away from the desk as John's head twisted in pain and he stumbled ignominiously after her. Seating herself in the chair, she flipped John face down across her well-muscled thighs and clamped her left arm across his back in a steely grip. "What are you doing!?" cried John." Let me go!!" "Since you won't take your licks like a man, I'm going to give them to you like a little boy!" "No please! You cant!" wailed John. Try as he might John could not escape Sandra's grip. She was bigger, stronger and in better shape than John. And to John's shock and dismay he felt her fingers in the waistband of his shorts. He wiggled and flailed but he could not stop her from shamefully baring his buttocks. She yanked his shorts and underpants down around his knees baring his bottom, now red from the application of the paddle.

"When I have to spank a naughty member who cannot hold still, I pull his or her pants down and spank their bare fanny. I want to make sure that they feel it when I have to use my hand. And when I am finished reddening your bare bottom we will resume where we left off with the paddle."

John could not believe what he was hearing but he was powerless to stop her. Sobbing and choking with abject shame, his tears began to fall. Worse yet, the arousal he had felt was now manifest as his erect penis brushed against Sandra's thighs. With a knowing smile she parted her knees and gripped John's erect member like a vise between her muscular legs. Smack! Crack! Smack! Crack! Smack! Crack! Sandra applied brisk spanks to John's nude fanny with a deliberate cadence that had John squealing for relief. Whack! Spank! Crack! Smack! Her hand relentlessly cracked down on his red hind end with the sound of pistol shots even in the acoustically padded room. Crack! Smack! Crack! Smack! Spank! Whack! Sandra continued to beat a rapid tattoo of stinging pain on John's bare bottom. "This is to teach you to take the rules of this club seriously I like you John but this spanking is for your own good. Crack! Smack! Crack! "Owwwwww...Owwww...Owwwww....Yeowww" wailed John. After 60 or 70 crisp hard spanks Sandra stopped. John tried to rise but Sandra held him down across her lap.

"Have you forgotten the 6 paddle smacks you have remaining, John? Well, I haven't", said Sandra retrieving the paddle from the floor. "I want you to count each one. Are you ready?" "Ouch...please no more...please..." CRACK! "OWWW...." CRACK! "OOOO..." "count please or we start over." "OK....one" CRACK!! "owww....two..." CRACK!! "Yeowwww....threee.." CRACK!! " Owww....four..." CRACK!! " Please...yeouch...five" "last one now, John. I hope you learned from this" CRACKKK!!! "Owwww....six...Owwwww....ohhh."

Releasing her grip Sandra said, "Now you may rise, John". John hopped to his feet and proceeded to frantically rub his stinging buttocks oblivious to the fact that his sizable erection was bobbing up and down in front of Sandra. As he hissed in pain he almost didn't hear Sandra say: " I see that the experience was not totally unpleasurable...come over here so that I can take care this big problem." Sandra proceeded to grab John's penis and pull him towards her. As he stood before her seated in the chair, his bottom on fire, she reached over and took his cock into her hand. Running her fingers over the hard shaft she pumped while John moaned in pleasure. "You stand still, John, I know what you boys need after a good spanking. Don't cum until I say." But try as he might, the pleasure was too much and John erupted, the jet of cum splashing onto the front of Sandra's legs. "You bad boy!" exclaimed Sandra, slapping his reddened bottom hard yet once again. John squealed in pain. He was too stunned to think. He had just had the most painful, embarassing, shameful, yet erotic experience of his life. Sandra stood and retrieved a towel to wipe her legs. "Look what you did! I will spank you some more for that... But not now," she added with a wicked grin.

"Well John as you can see, we are a unique club. Do try not to miss any more classes or we will have a repeat of this little session, though not necessarily including the final treatment you just got. We might just have a repeat session anyway for your lack of self control. I took pity on your condition this time."

As she stood there wiping herself with the towel, John stared dumbfounded. "After you compose yourself, turn off the light and close the door. I will see you upstairs."

She turned and walked to the door. Viewing her rear cheeks encased in those tight white shorts as she walked away, John began to feel arousal once more. John did not know what he was going to do. He was hopelessly smitten by a woman who had just spanked him like a 10 year old. John didn't know it then but he would lie in his bed for the next several nights stroking his penis to orgasm thinking about the tall red haired amazon who had spanked his bare fanny to a fiery red as he squirmed helplessly across her lap. Would she make good on her threat to do it again?