Technically, it wasn’t Lyla’s fault. When she breezed into the pricey, athleisure, store, she had no intention of buying anything. Sure, her current leggings and sports bras were fitting quite a bit looser than they did a year ago, but she was making do. Yes, she had to hike her pants up between sets, but she looked at that as a sign of progress. For the last year, Lyla had been taking strength training classes at the boutique fitness studio in her neighborhood, and the change in her physique was obvious. She was still curvy, with a classic hourglass figure, but she’d leaned out quite a bit. Her muscles were more defined and her confidence had risen to new heights. Perhaps that’s why she felt drawn to a gorgeous, lavender, sports bra that seemed to offer more style than support, and found herself sifting through the pile until she found a 34D.
“Can I start a fitting room for you?” a saleswoman asked, appearing out of nowhere.
“Yes, please.”
“Great, I’ll take that from you. What’s your name?”
“Lyla.”
“I’m Amber. Let me know if you need anything, Lyla.”
“Do you happen to have any leggings that match this bra?”
“No, but we do have matching shorts! I’ll grab them for you and put them in your fitting room.”
Lyla opened her mouth to tell Amber not to worry about it, but the peppy woman flitted away as quickly as she’d come. After browsing the rest of the store, Lyla found the dressing room with her name scribbled on the door and locked herself in. Stripping, she put on the lavender bra and was shocked at how much she loved it. It certainly wasn’t the full coverage she normally went for with its strappy, criss-cross, design. The tops of her full breasts were overflowing the cups slightly, but she still felt very supported. Testing its function with a quick round of jumping jacks, she was pleased to find that her boobs stayed in place. Lyla loved the bra so much she found herself reaching for the matching shorts. Fearful as she was of chaffing, she’d never bought workout shorts, but she was dying to see how the bra might look with something other than jeans.
To her surprise, Lyla loved the shorts just as much as the sports bra. Hitting her at mid thigh, they were buttery soft and didn’t ride up when she did some practice squats. But more than that, she couldn’t stop staring at her reflection. Even to her critical eyes, Lyla knew she looked good. Her stomach was flat with defined obliques, her butt looked firm and full, and her tits looked perky. And when had her shoulder definition gotten so noticeable? She was enamored with her body in this outfit and she decided that, despite the expensive price tags, she wasn’t leaving the store without this outfit.
Of course, Amber proved herself to be a very convincing salesperson before she could check out, and Lyla also left the store with a very similar outfit in a striking red.
A few days later, Lyla threw on her new purple outfit without a second thought. After her work meeting ran long, she was running late to her 6PM strength class. Solstice had a strict tardiness policy. They locked their doors five minutes after class began to minimize distractions and prevent injuries caused by insufficient warmups. Since 6PM was the last class offered on Fridays, Lyla prayed to the workout gods that she’d be able to make it on time.
Fortunately, traffic was on Lyla’s side and she slid into class just three minutes after the hour. Shucking off her hoodie, she quickly grabbed a mat and got into the warmup. Feeling her joints loosen, she began to shake off the stress of the day. Over the last year, this class had become a ritual to her, a way to usher her into a weekend. Yes, it could be brutal, but its intensity took her to a meditative place where all she could focus on was her next breath and her next rep.
Warmup complete, Lyla followed her fellow classmates to the equipment wall and picked out a kettlebell and a single dumbbell. As she walked back to her station, she locked eyes with Claire. Giving the trainer a soft smile, she held her gaze long enough to see that the smile wasn’t returned before shrugging the exchange off. At this point, she was used to it. Even after a year of training with Claire, she still found the woman intimidating. As if her perfect body wasn’t enough, she also had the nerve to be stunningly beautiful. Luckily, Lyla had one up on Claire in the personality department.
But while Claire wasn’t warm and fuzzy, (at least with Lyla), her training was effective. She was able to motivate without yelling. One withering look from her, and Lyla would correct her posture, refine her form, and bang out one more rep. Lyla could still remember one of the first weeks she started training with Claire. The trainer was guiding the class through a superset of goblet squats and kettlebell swings. Lyla was feeling a little too comfortable with her 12-pound weight, and that hadn’t escaped Claire’s notice.
“Some of you are actively selling yourselves short,” Claire declared in between sets. Then she walked right up to Lyla, removed her 12-pound dumbbell and gave her a 20 pound replacement. If that wasn’t enough, she stood in front of Lyla for the entire set, ensuring that she wasn’t slacking and correcting her form. Yes, it was a bit embarrassing to be called out, but Lyla had to admit that being scolded by Claire wasn’t the worst thing in the world. It felt good to know that someone believed that she was capable of more. And, if she was honest, her body always had a strong reaction to having the trainer’s eyes on her. Lyla lived in anticipatory fear of the day Claire would finally give her a hands-on adjustment. She had no idea what her reaction would be to being that close to a woman she found so attractive.
So focused on remembering her many interactions with Claire over the past year, Lyla was shocked to discover that the class passed in no time. Muscles shaking and dripping with sweat, she returned her equipment and was pleased to discover that her new workout gear had held up. Grabbing her water, she headed for the locker room when Claire’s breathy voice stopped her.
“Lyla, a word.”
Schooling her features, she turned back into the classroom wondering what the trainer wanted. They’d never had a personal conversation and, to her knowledge, Claire had never asked anyone to stay back after class. Maybe Lyla had been more spaced out than she’d realized.
After the last person filed out of the room, Claire shut the door before rounding on Lyla.
“I’m sure you know why I asked you to stay back.”
“If this is about being late, I apologize,” Lyla said earnestly. “My work meeting ran late and it won’t happen again.”
“Your tardiness was the least distracting thing about your presence in my class today.”
Lyla could only blink in confusion.
“Your attire is completely inappropriate.”
“Excuse me?”
“I am certain you heard me, Lyla, and I won’t tolerate you playing obtuse on top of everything else,” Claire snipped. “If you want to dress sexy on your own time, that’s your prerogative. But when you’re in my class, you’re here to workout. I’ll expect you to dress accordingly moving forward.”
Without another word, the trainer breezed out the door. Lyla stood rooted to the floor, gobsmacked. What the hell was Claire on about? Clearly, the woman was on a power trip. How dare she reprimand her like that. There were plenty of people who’d showed up to class in outfits just like hers and the trainer never said anything to them. But wait, did Claire mean that she thought Lyla was sexy or just her outfit? Awash with confusion, Lyla stormed out of the door and into the locker room trying to wrap her head around what had just happened. Staring at herself in the full length mirror, she tried to look at her outfit objectively and couldn’t find fault in it. Yes, it hugged her curves tighter than her previous outfits, but that was because it actually fit her new shape.
“Cute outfit, Lyla,” Casey, a woman who Lyla was friendly with, said as she grabbed her purse from her locker.
Smiling, Lyla thanked Casey and felt vindicated. Claire was being ridiculous and Lyla wasn’t going to let her trainer’s accusations ruin her weekend. Even if she had worn something risqué, she was a grown woman and well within her rights to do so!
The following week proved to be brutal for Lyla. She was slammed at work and Mercury Retrograde meant that many of her communications had gone unanswered. She was so busy that it was Friday again before she made it back to Solstice. Armed with her red outfit, she was determined to show Claire that her attire was none of her business. Feeling rebellious, Lyla took a place in the front of the class instead of her resident spot in the back, right, corner.
Lyla felt Claire’s eyes on her throughout the warmup, but she was halfway through the second circuit before the woman spoke to her.
“See me after class,” Claire whispered in Lyla’s ear.
At the command, Lyla felt a chill run up her spine. Brimming with equal parts desire, fear, and indignation, she mentally shook herself and focused on performing her reps with proper form. She was not going to let Claire get into her head any more than she already had.
Fortunately, fate was looking out for Lyla. When class was over, someone else engaged Claire in conversation. Lyla took this as a golden opportunity to slip out the door. As quickly as she could, she scurried to the locker rooms, threw on her sweatpants and hoodie and made a beeline for the front door. She was just crossing the threshold when Claire called out her name.
Taking a deep breath, Lyla mustered her strength and turned around. She wouldn’t cower to this woman, no matter how sexy she was. There was nothing wrong with her outfit.
For the longest time, no one spoke. Finally, Claire crooked a finger and Lyla begrudgingly moved in the trainer’s direction.
“Did we not discuss your attire just last week, Lyla?”
“There is absolutely nothing wrong with my outfits.”
“If you refuse to dress appropriately, I will have to revoke your Solstice membership.”
“You can’t do that!”
“Oh I can’t, but Chris can,” Claire purred. “So let’s go to his office and see what he makes of your getup.”
Lyla had formally never met Solstice’s founder, Chris, but she’d certainly seen him in passing. The man was impossible to miss. Tall, ripped with lean muscle, and absolutely stunning, even Claire couldn’t hold a candle to him in looks. It certainly wouldn’t be a hardship to have a conversation with him no matter how ridiculous. Happy to end her week with eye candy, Lyla followed Claire down the hall to steps she hadn’t known existed.
Lyla’s breath sped up for reasons she couldn’t explain. Somehow, she felt like she was being led to the principal’s office. Shaking off the ridiculous feeling, she took a calming breath just before Claire knocked on the door.
“Enter,” came a gravely voice from within.
As Lyla followed behind Claire, she couldn’t help but take note of the space. Chris’s office was masculine but still cozy and inviting. A brown leather couch dominated most of the space and it seemed that the entrepreneur had furnished the rest of his office around the statement piece. Lyla felt relaxed here, like she was in a cozy cave or cocoon. She’d almost forgotten why she was there until Chris, who sat in the center of the sofa, interrupted her musings.
“What brings you ladies to my lair?” he asked, wearing a smirk.
“We need you to settle a dispute, Sir.”
Sir? Lyla thought to herself. It seemed strange that Claire would bother with such a formal honorific in a fitness setting. Then again, she didn’t know the ins and outs of the pair’s working relationship.
“What seems to be the issue?”
“Lyla showed up to my class dressed completely inappropriately last week. Even after I gave her a warning, she showed up today dressed in nearly identical garb. The attire is incredibly distracting and if she refuses to stop, I believe the only path forward is revoking her Solstice membership. With your permission, of course.”
“This is absurd!” Lyla snapped. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with my outfits!”
“Let’s see the outfit,” Chris said, maintaining his calm composure.
“I’m sorry?” Lyla retorted.
“Presumably this is not the outfit in question, Claire?”
“No, Sir.”
“Well then, let’s see the outfit. Strip.”
Lyla could only gape at his choice of words.
“Surely, you’ll have no issue showing me what you wore to class, Lyla. If it is, as you claim, appropriate.”
Caught between a rock and a hard place, Lyla quickly shed her sweatshirt and sweatpants. Though she’d just done an hour workout in the very same sports bra and shorts, feeling two sets of intense eyes on her was causing her head to swim a bit. She stood there, in silence, as Chris and Claire’s eyes roamed up and down her body.
“Well, I certainly understand your concerns, Claire,” Chris said, finally breaking the silence. “Lyla, this outfit is entirely inappropriate.”
“What!?” Lyla exclaimed. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Other people have worn much tighter, more revealing outfits and Claire never has a problem with it.”
“We’re not here to discuss other people, Lyla,” Claire jumped in. “We’re here to discuss you.”
“Y’all are being ridiculous. Casey complimented my outfit just last week.”
“Which just proves that your outfit is distracting to your fellow classmates,” Claire snapped back.
“Fine! Whatever! Revoke my membership then,” Lyla screeched. Turning on heel, she headed for the door. Fuck both of them. She didn’t need Claire or group fitness. She’d just go back to working out at home, but not before leaving a scathing review on Solstice’s Yelp page.”
“Calm down, Lyla,” Chris ordered right as Lyla reached the door. “Nobody is revoking your membership.”
“You aren’t?” Lyla replied, spinning around in confusion.
“Of course not,” Chris said soothingly. “You are a valued Solstice member. I, for one, can personally see the effects of all the hard work you’ve put in over the last year.”
Lyla made every attempt not to preen under Chris’s praise, but she had a feeling that she wasn’t very effective.
“Thank you,” Lyla whispered, unable to make eye contact.
“Besides, Claire here, while well-intentioned, has the propensity to be a little too much of a hard-ass.”
“I’ll say,” Lyla snapped, giving her trainer a withering look.
“Dressing inappropriately hardly warrants a Solstice expulsion,” Chris continued as if Lyla hadn’t spoken. “But there are certainly consequences for your actions, and we must address those.”
“Consequences?”
“Indeed,” Chris stated, his voice taking on an unyielding quality. “You can’t show up in an outfit clinging to every delicious curve, distract your teacher, and then get off scot-free.”
“I completely agree,” Claire chimed in while Lyla was rendered speechless.
“I think spanking would suffice,” Chris continued matter-of-factly. “Don’t you, Claire?”
“Absolutely.”
Lyla stopped breathing. Were these two speaking about her deepest, darkest, fantasy? Clearly, she’d fallen down a rabbit hole. And, in truth, she wasn’t exactly sure she wanted to get out.
“Well Lyla, what’s it to be?”
“A spanking?” Lyla whispered. “Right now?”
“Right now and every time you choose to dress this way,” Chris confirmed. “Should you pull this stunt again, Claire will escort you to my office after class and you will be spanked.”
“But it’s not fair,” Lyla said, floundering for excuses. “Other people dress like this. Their outfits are far more revealing than mine.”
“Are you going to continue to make excuses, Lyla, or will you come to me and take the punishment you know you deserve?”
Lyla opened her mouth to respond, but found herself at a loss for words.
“Go on,” Claire crooned, her voice more encouraging than Lyla had ever heard it. “You know you need it.”
As if hypnotized, Lyla made her way across the room to Chris. But when she got within three feet of him, her courage failed and her feet stopped short. Suddenly, Claire was behind her, and she felt light pressure between her shoulder blades. While the push was slight, it knocked Lyla off balance and she practically tripped into Chris. Using this to his advantage, he grabbed Lyla’s wrist and tugged her down over his lap. Too soon, Lyla’s face was buried in the couch’s cool leather, her ass vulnerably offered to the heavens.
Lyla squealed and squirmed, but Chris paid her no mind. Instead, he pulled her closer into him, rested his large hand on her right glute, and gripped it possessively.
“This ass is nice and firm,” Chris commented cooly. “Your doing, Claire?”
“Some,” Claire replied. “It’s mostly genetic; I just added some tone.”
Lyla couldn’t believe they were having a conversation about her ass like it was their right to do so. She’d never felt more embarrassed or more turned on in her whole life.
“Does she have to be here for this?” Lyla whined.
“Of course. Claire is the offended party. She needs proof that you’re getting your comeuppance.”
“The next time you decide to put your ass on display in my class, you’ll remember this,” Claire promised.
“I-”
But a firm swat to Lyla’s butt cut off whatever she was going to say. And before she could even absorb the sting that Chris’s hand had left, another smack rained down on her opposite cheek. Though she’d daydreamed about being spanked plenty of times, nothing could prepare her for the reality of it. Of course, there was discomfort; but the vulnerability, the embarrassment, and the objectification she felt loomed larger than the pain. Chris was merciless with his hand, bringing it down with a tremendous amount of force. He became a human metronome, keeping perfect time of one spank per second. It wasn’t long before Lyla was wishing she’d worn something different, if only to provide her stinging ass with more protection.
Lyla’s bottom wasn’t the only thing that was on fire. She felt the swats deep in her core, which confused her. There was no denying that the spanking was painful, so why was she having such an intense sexual response to it? Was it simply because she was attracted to the man who was meting out her punishment or something more?
And Lyla could hardly forget about Claire, looming over her as she was. The smirk on the trainer’s face belying that she’d orchestrated this whole thing. Hating the sexy trainer’s smugness, Lyla buried her face in the couch in protest, tuning Claire out.
Unfortunately, for Lyla, Chris was not content to let her shy away from any part of her punishment — the pain or the embarrassment.
“Claire, a hand please?”
“Of course, Sir.”
Lyla panicked as she felt Claire sit near her head. What could Chris possibly need a hand with?
“Please remove Lyla’s shorts.”
“What! NO!” Lyla screeched her head shooting up in horror. Quickly, she reached behind her to cover her ass, but Chris was ready for her protests. He grabbed both wrists before carefully transferring them to his left hand. With his right hand, he began spanking the back of Lyla’s uncovered thighs.
“Oww!” Lyla howled in pain.
Though she wasn’t thin by any means, Lyla certainly had more cushion on her bottom than her thighs. These smacks hurt a great deal more, even though she could tell that Chris was holding back. Wriggling and bucking proved to be futile when Claire’s soft hand pushed firmly on Lyla’s lower back, immobilizing her into submission. Pouting, Lyla let herself go lax across Chris’s lap.
“Do I have your attention now, young lady?”
“Yes,” Lyla sniffed.
“Yes, Sir,” Chris corrected firmly with an extra hard spank.
“Yes, Sir,” Lyla repeated, a new zing of awareness running through her body. Why did it feel so good to address this man with authority?
“Excellent. Now be a good girl and be still while Claire removes your shorts.”
Lyla blushed. but forced herself to relax as Claire’s hand traveled further down. But rather than remove Lyla’s shorts right away, she felt the trainer taking liberties. Moving in gentle circles, Claire caressed every inch of Claire’s covered butt before giving each cheek a firm squeeze. Lyla could only breathe deeply, hoping nobody noticed the way she was squeezing her legs together.
After what felt like both an eternity and a millisecond, Claire’s hand finally returned to the waistband of Lyla’s shorts and slowly pulled them down. Lyla couldn’t help but think that Claire was making a meal out of the moment, inching the garment down with consummate slowness as if she was unwrapping a delicate gift. She finally stopped when Lyla’s shorts cleared her sit spots.
Lyla found that the cool air was a welcome sensation on her warm bum. The relief was actually winning out against the embarrassment until Chris grabbed her shorts from spot Claire left them and dragged them down and off her body entirely.
“Lyla, where are your panties?”
“I-I typically don’t wear panties, Sir,” Lyla squeaked through her embarrassment and arousal.
“You were absolutely right, Claire,” Chris finally decreed. “This is a young woman who needs to be put in her place.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Claire replied, the smile in her voice undeniable.
“Lyla, I’m very disappointed in you,” Chris continued. “Not even halfway through correcting you for your first offense, I find that you’re guilty of another one. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry for disappointing you, Sir,” Lyla whispered, unsure of why she felt compelled to apologize for her underwear or lack thereof.
“I’m afraid sorry isn’t enough,” Chris said gravely as his hand once again found Lyla’s bum. “I am going to spank this naughty, bare, ass until I’m absolutely sure you’ve learned your lesson. And do you know what will happen after I’ve spanked you to tears?”
Lyla could only shake her head in response. But that wasn’t good enough for Chris and he landed a vicious swat on each of her exposed cheeks. The lack of barrier between his hand and Lyla’s bum made her gasp out in shock. She couldn’t believe how much more intense the experience was without the protection of her soft shorts.
“What was that?” Chris asked, punctuating his question with another sharp smack.
“No, Sir!”
“After I have spanked you into submission for your inappropriate attire, you will then submit yourself to Claire. She will also punish you for daring to show up to my studio without panties. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir,” Lyla moaned.
“Glad to see that you can be obedient,” Chris growled in pleasure. And with that, he pulled Lyla close to him and began his renewed onslaught on her bare bottom.
For her part, Lyla was lost to sensations. With every hard spank she felt herself go further down the rabbit hole. If she’d had even a second to think, she’d have mused about how she found herself in this situation. Did Chris and Claire make a habit of spanking their clients, or had they somehow sensed something in her. And why wasn’t she resisting this more? Surely, she could’ve put up more of a fight. Even now, as she squirmed over Chris’s lap, she realized it was more of an involuntary response to the pain rather than a real desire to break free. And, as the pain escalated and her bottom became hot like a cauldron, she couldn’t deny that her arousal was climbing. The harder Chris spanked, the more her pleasure increased, and the juxtaposition of the two sensations left her positively breathless.
“You’re such a naughty girl aren’t you, Lyla?”
“Yes, Sir,” Lyla whimpered.
“And you know you deserve to be spanked, don’t you?”
Lyla didn’t respond right away and Chris seemed to take her pause personally. Lifting her right butt cheek up, he rained down continuous spanks on the respective sit spot. Lyla counted 15 before she burst into tears.
“Yes, Sir. I deserve it.”
“You deserve what, Lyla?”
“I deserved to be spanked, Sir.”
“And how do you deserve to be spanked?”
“On my bare bottom, Sir.”
“Good girl,” Chris said gently, before giving her left sit spot the same attention.
Lyla could only sob as the spanking continued. Chris’s hand was unyielding in its punishment, and Lyla merely resigned herself to her fate. All she could do was absorb the blows, though she couldn’t help the occasional “sorry” from slipping out.
A couple minutes later, when Chris decided he’d spanked all the fight out of Lyla, he finally let his hand gently rest on her upturned bottom. As he caressed the reddened skin, Lyla slowly but surely found her breath again. She couldn’t fathom that hands that had been so harsh only moments before could now touch her with the utmost gentleness. Wanting to burrow deeper into this moment, she gave the tiniest wiggle to get more comfortable and brushed up against Chris’s hardened dick. Lyla’s breath caught and her arousal once again came to the forefront. In response, she spread her legs the slightest bit, hoping to entice him to pleasure her in a more forbidden place.
“Smells like someone is enjoying this a little more than she should,” Claire called out, breaking Lyla’s moment of serenity and welcoming back embarrassment.
“I’d say so,” Chris chuckled, though his hand continued to stroke Lyla’s butt.
“A little corner time should cool her down.” Claire continued.
“An excellent idea. Up you get, Lyla.”
Reluctantly, Lyla found her way back to vertical. Standing in front of the trainers with her crotch exposed, she suddenly felt more vulnerable than when was being spanked. Claire reveled in Lyla’s discomfort before standing and walking around to her back. Lyla could smell Claire’s spicy perfume before she felt the woman’s firm breasts on her upper back. With one hand, Claire reached up and gripped the hair at the nape of Lyla’s neck. With the other, she grabbed Lyla’s stinging ass. Then, with the perfect amount of force, she walked Lyla into the corner of the room opposite Chris’s desk.
“Stay,” Claire commanded as she released Lyla. The half naked woman heard a rustling before Claire returned with a stretchy exercise band that they sometimes used for glute activation. She met Claire’s eyes in confusion briefly before the trainer gave her next order.
“Eyes on the wall in front of you.”
Claire caressed the tops of Lyla’s shoulders before reaching down and grabbing her wrists. In a flash, Lyla’s wrists were bound behind her back, resting just above her aching butt.
“Stick this spanked ass out for me.” Claire commanded, her voice not dissimilar to when she gave Lyla corrections in class.
Blushing, Lyla could do nothing but obey.
“Good. You are to stay here, facing the corner, with this red ass on display until I come and get you. Chris has warmed you up nicely, but I want your butt nice and sensitive for my punishment. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Claire,” Lyla breathed.
Nodding, Claire gave Lyla’s bottom a firm squeeze with both hands before leaving the freshly spanked woman in the corner.
“I have to say I’m impressed with your training skills, Claire.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I think you deserve a reward.”
“Mmhmm, I think I do too, Sir.”
Lyla held her breath, trying to tune out any noises that would preclude her from hearing more of this conversation, but all speech had ceased. Still, as she strained her ears, she could hear the unmistakable whispers of two people making out.
Evidence of Lyla’s arousal began to drip down her legs. They’d used her, and her body, to get themselves revved up. The least they could do was let her in on the action. She tried to focus on other things. But even the lingering pain in her butt couldn’t distract her from the sounds she was hearing. Knowing she shouldn’t, but unable to stop, she snuck a peek over her shoulder and bit her lip to stop herself from moaning.
Chris and Claire were locked in a passionate kiss. Though they were still clothed, Chris had one hand down Claire’s pants and she seemed mere moments from going over the edge. Lyla watched in fascination as Claire’s body seized up only to become putty in her boss’s arms. Sooner than she thought possible, Claire fluttered her eyes open. Lyla knew she should look away, but her eyes were magnetized on the couple. She’d never seen something more beautiful in her whole life.
“It seems our girl is naughtier than we thought, Chris,” Claire sighed, an orgasm still in her voice.”
“All the more reason to punish her,” Chris agreed, removing his hands from Claire’s pants and licking her juices off his fingers.
“Come here, Lyla.”
Though Lyla felt fear for what would happen next, she had to stop herself from running over to the pair.
“I believe I explicitly told you to keep your eyes in the corner, did I not?”
“Yes, Claire.”
“Clearly, being spanked and put in the corner isn’t embarrassing enough for you. But no matter,” Claire said condescendingly, before reaching out and pulling Lyla’s sports bra over her breasts.
Lyla gasped as her large breasts hung down in an obscene way. Somehow this was even more humiliating than simply being naked. But, as her nipples hardened to a painful degree, she realized, again, that humiliation was hardly a deterrent to her arousal. Part of her liked being exposed. It forced Claire and Chris to acknowledge the body that she’d worked so hard to sculpt.
Gripping the back of her neck, Claire guided Lyla to lie face down across Chris’s desk. Lyla couldn’t help but tense up as her overheated flesh met the cool, smooth, wood. When Claire used her own foot to kick Lyla’s legs further apart, she couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped her lips. Lyla felt the cool air of the room on her pussy and realized she was, quite literally, dripping in need.
Lyla’s attention was quickly drawn back to her arse when she felt a new weight on it. The item was soft and textured. She scarcely had time to work out what it was before it was gone. Faster than a blink, it rained down on her bottom leaving pain in its wake.
“Jump ropes have multiple uses here at Solstice, Lyla,” Claire sang out antagonistically, before bringing the rope down again and again. Lyla tried to stay put, but this pain was different than Chris’s hand and much more difficult to absorb. With each strike, she swayed her bottom trying to avoid the heavy rope. But Claire was nothing if not precise, and she found her rather large target each and every time. Lyla went inside herself trying to mentally escape the pain. But not once did she try to get up from the desk to truly release herself from her chastisement.
The undeniable sound of a zipper brought Lyla back into the room. Blinking her eyes open, she watched in wonder as Chris, who stood over her naked body, slowly unzipped his jeans. Through her tears, she watched as he began pleasuring himself. His dick wasn’t the biggest Lyla had ever seen, but the girth was certainly something to write home about. Her mouth practically watered at the sight of it. Smirking, Chris maintained eye contact, gripping himself tighter.
Biting her lip, Lyla felt the pressure of Claire’s body come atop hers. Her trainer gently traced the new welts on her bum as she whispered in Lyla’s ear.
“Do you think Chris is sexy, Lyla?” Claire trilled.
“Yes.”
“Do you want him to fuck you?”
“Yes,” Lyla breathed, hardly daring to voice her desires in case they decided not to grant them to her.
“Do you want me to watch?”
“Yes, please!”
“Good girl,” Claire praised, before standing upright and giving Lyla three more vicious spanks with the jump rope.
Slower than she would’ve liked, Lyla watched Chris rummage through his desk drawer, pull out a pack of condoms, and roll one on. After an eternity, he and Claire traded places and she felt his fingers grazing her dripping opening.
“Seems our spankings were more than enough foreplay for our naughty girl, Claire,” Chris noted. “She’s positively soaking.”
Lyla let out a sigh of relief as she felt Chris gently push into her. How astonishing that he could be so tender to her pussy after being so cruel to her bottom. She sighed in bliss as he buried himself to the hilt.
For a while, he just teased her with his presence, refusing to move even after she wiggled her hips. Somehow, him just fully resting inside her most intimate place felt more dominating than anything he’d done to her so far. When wiggling her hips didn’t help, she squeezed around him with her inner muscles. But that plan quickly backfired as he grabbed her by her ponytail and pulled.
The force of pull lifted Lyla’s upper body off the desk and Chris quickly released her ponytail and grabbed the front of her neck. He applied enough pressure to show he meant business, but was careful not to restrict her breathing or put any pressure on her windpipe.
“Do I need to remind you that you’re not in control here, Lyla?”
“No, Sir.”
“I will fuck this pussy when I’m good and goddamn ready and not a moment before. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good,” Chris said before moving his hand down to fondle one of Lyla’s hanging breasts.
Lyla did best to relax her inner muscles, but it became hard to do as Chris rolled her dangerously sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The task became impossible after Claire came in closer and took the other nipple in her mouth. The twin sensations were too much for Lyla, and she went barreling headfirst into an orgasm.
Though she’d had her fair share of orgasms, this one was unlike anything Lyla had ever experienced. The build up was far too great and it came on far too quickly. It crashed into her like high tide onto rocks and she had no way to brace herself. Everything in her spasmed. She felt out of body and out of control. Still, Chris gave her no time for recovery. Right as the last wave of orgasmic bliss crested over her, he finally began to thrust. Lyla found no purchase and she was grateful that Chris held her up with his firm grip on her tit. Between his sure strokes and Claire’s talented mouth, Lyla didn’t know how much more pleasure she could take. At this point, it was painful to her overly sensitized skin.
Lyla was almost grateful when Claire released her breast from her mouth.
“Fuck her harder, Chris.”
Chris wasn’t opposed to taking the occasional directive from his employee. Releasing Lyla’s nipple, he pushed her back down onto his desk and began to pound into her. The slaps from his hips into her reddened bottom only reignited the pain, humiliation, and pleasure that Lyla had suffered. So, when Chris’s unerring fingers slid underneath her and pinched her engorged clit, Lyla detonated once more.
When Lyla finally came to, she heard a high-pitched keening sound. It took time to realize that the sound was coming from her. She felt Chris pull out, and a new warmth over her butt informed her that he was giving himself a money shot. Lyla couldn’t help but smile as Claire moved in closer and began rubbing her boss’s semen into Lyla’s reddened ass.
“Seems like you enjoyed that, Lyla,” Claire said soothingly.
Lyla could only nod, her brain still a pile of mush.
“Do you want me to fuck you too?”
For this, Lyla found words. “Yes, Claire,” she pleaded, her tone dripping in desperation and obedience.
Nothing could’ve prepared Lyla for Claire’s next words.
“Get dressed.”
Dazed, confused, and off-kilter, Lyla rose up from the desk and scurried around the room with her dangling breasts to locate her clothes. Claire and Chris watched on with barely concealed amusement. When Lyla repositioned her sports bra and fully reclothed, Claire stalked over to her.
When she got within one foot of her, Claire pulled her in for what could only be described as a terrifying kiss.
“I expect to see you in my class at least five times next week, young lady,” Claire commanded, punctuating her directive with one final smack to Lyla’s shapely bottom. “You want me to fuck you, you’ll have to earn it.”
“Yes, Claire,” Lyla breathed, locking eyes with both Claire and Chris before turning to leave.
“And Lyla?”
“Yes, Claire?”
“I expect to see you dressed appropriately.”
Lyla did her best to hide her cheshire cat grin until she’d cleared Chris’s office and was heading back up the stairs. Oh, she’d be in class every day next week. As for dressing “appropriately”, well, the jury was still out on that one.