Dale and George arrived at the swimming pool at the local sports centre both looking forward to the aqua aerobics session they attended every week. Dale had been coming for quite a while by herself and liked it because most of those who attended were in their mid-sixties, like herself. More recently, a few girls in their late teens had joined the group, as did a few others in their thirties and forties.
George decided one day to join Dale and proved to be enthusiastic because, amongst other things, he had been a lifeguard when younger and enjoyed everything to do with the water.
Dale and George went into their respective changing rooms and Dale immediately saw a few of the other members and was chatting happily as she got undressed and slipped into her one-piece swimsuit. When at home she did wear a bikini and looked good in it, but once more and more of the younger members joined the aqua aerobics class so she felt self-conscious about her fleshy tummy which at least could be held in by the one-piece. Most of the younger women looked particularly fit in their bikinis, with well-toned arms and legs and pretty much flat tummies, and none of the turkey necks, bat wings, and fleshy thighs that most of the women her age had.
Dale was still chatting happily to her friends as they walked out of the changing room, through the shower, and into the swimming pool area. Dale looked across and saw that George was already in his swimsuit and was chatting to a couple of friends he had made from earlier sessions. It was quite normal for Dale and George to stand apart from each other and be with their own friends for the aqua aerobics’ session.
The two trainers, Lucy and Gemma, both eighteen-years-old, came into the pool area, Lucy clapping her hands to get everyone’s attention, and said with a smile, “Okay everyone, into the pool.”
Moments later the twenty or so members of the aqua aerobics class were in the water being guided by Gemma in their warm-up exercises.
Dale realised the pool was busier than usual and everyone was standing much closer together. She, like the other granny aged women, always preferred having more room because they hated being splashed by anyone else during the exercise routines. As she warmed-up she looked at Gemma who she knew had a bit of a temper and had, on several occasions now, told off her and other members for snapping at each other when they were splashed. Dale had always thought it a little strange that Gemma, being eighteen-years-old, was telling them off, bearing in mind they were all pretty much in excess of three times Gemma’s age. Still, Dale also found that a bit of a turn-on for her and loved watching the teenager as she spoke so angrily.
Dale also recalled how, in what she always thought was a moment of jest, Gemma had threatened one of the other granny aged women with a spanking there by the side of the pool if she spoke as aggressively as she had done to another member who had accidentally splashed her. Most of the grannies were alarmed by the threat, but not Dale as she was quite used to being spanked by George because, as well as being very much in love with him, it was just a given thing she would have to obey George as though he was the parent and she was his daughter. In fact, Dale quite often engineered earning a spanking because she, for some unknown reason that she could never quite comprehend, was turned on by both the humiliation of being spanked but also the pain of being spanked. There was something about submission in her make up that brought on huge orgasms after what might well have been the most pain-filled of spankings.
There had even been times when Dale had pictured herself being spanked by Gemma, albeit in the privacy of a bedroom, and, as she pictured herself across Gemma‘s lap being spanked really hard, she was able to give herself the most amazing orgasms. Of course, she never imagined that Gemma would actually spank her, but that didn’t stop the fantasy.
Soon Gemma and Lucy were leading the aerobics although, because there were more teenagers than normal, they were having to raise their voices more than usual, and they were clearly becoming frayed.
When a couple of the teenagers got out of the pool Gemma wasn’t happy at all and gave them a piece of her mind. Mind you, the teenage girls just laughed at her and still walked off to the changing rooms.
When, a few minutes later, Miranda, who Dale knew was in her mid-forties, got out of the pool and said she had had enough, Gemma berated her and said, “Didn’t you tell me just last week that when one of the girls in the class you taught at the sixth form college didn’t want to do her homework, you told her to do it or have her bottom spanked. How about I give you a spanking if you don’t get back into the pool?”
Miranda had clearly had enough and wasn’t going to be ordered about, although did make the mistake of turning around and bending over slightly and saying sarcastically, “Go on then.”
Dale was really surprised when Gemma pulled her arm back and landed a rather hard smack on Miranda’s bottom who was quite taken aback but didn’t say anything as she walked away, blushing, and went into the changing rooms.
Dale smiled as she saw Gemma land the smack, and, also realised that there were now quivers flying around her vagina and she had the sudden urge to finger yourself.
It was just then that one of the teenagers was playing around with one of her friends and splashed her, except the water hit Dale as well. Dale wasn’t thinking straight and let out a swearword she would never usually use. She was about to apologise but Gemma snapped, “Come out of the pool and come here immediately. That is the most terrible thing that you have said.”
Dale was blushing with embarrassment as she made her way to the side of the pool and up the steps. She was still blushing as she walked over to Gemma and was again ready to apologise.
However, Gemma had other ideas. She snapped in a fierce tone, “That really was a bad swearword, Dale. Well, you’ve seen what I intend doing with anyone who is disruptive, so get your swimsuit off and across my lap.” Gemma only intended it as a joke, although was clearly frayed by all the disruptions and would quite happily spank this very naughty granny aged woman.
Dale momentarily didn’t know how to react. Of course, it would be normal for her to object vehemently. However, she couldn’t get out of her head how Gemma had just smacked Miranda’s bottom, nor her own ongoing fantasy of being spanked by her. The only difference to the fantasy, and now, was that the spanking would be in front of all the other members of the aqua aerobics group, but, if she refused, then she was unlikely to ever have another chance to be spanked by Gemma. Hence the quandary.
Gemma saw the hesitation that Dale was showing and really was annoyed with the general behaviour of the group so far. She knew she had no real authority here but she did think it would be pretty hilarious to spank Dale. So, quite frankly not expecting it to happen but intending to enjoy the prospect, she ordered again, “I said get your swimsuit off, Dale, and get yourself across my lap.”
That very sharply given order jolted Dale into action just as she did when told by George to prepare to be spanked. So, with her mind in a haze, she slipped the shoulder straps down her arms and then pushed the swimsuit down her legs and stepped out of it, scooping it up, and put it on a bench close by.
Gemma was totally surprised watching Dale get undressed but was fraught with the attitude of the class which hadn’t been helped by very similar behaviour in the earlier class that day. So, not really seeing a downside, Gemma went and sat on a chair close by, glared up at Dale, pointed to her lap, and ordered, “Now get across my lap.”
Dale momentarily glanced across at George and, when she saw that he was smiling, she recalled that he was well aware of her fantasy of being spanked by Gemma and that set her mind at rest and she turned, stepped across to Gemma’s side, looked down at her bare thighs, and then bent down catching her full weight with her hands on the floor before lowering her full weight on to Gemma’s lap. As she looked at Gemma’s upside-down legs, she had to admit they were exceptionally sexy legs with just the right amount of calf muscles. She knew upside-down legs were her normal view when she was being spanked, although to the side she saw all of those upside-down faces staring up at her from the pool which she knew was very different from normal.
Everything changed for Dale in the next few moments as she felt Gemma’s hand rubbing her bottom in circles. She had wondered whether Gemma would have second thoughts about spanking her but that question was soon answered when she realised that Gemma was no longer rubbing her bottom in circles and the next moment she felt the first very hard spank land on her bottom. That was followed with spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks with the sound echoing around the swimming pool area.
As Dale felt Gemma‘s harder and harder spanks so she also heard comments being made particularly by the teenagers in the pool about her large drooping breasts. She was quite used to comments like that although always felt pleased about them and always supposed that those making the comments were envious of her looks. Even if they weren’t it made her feel better thinking about it that way, at least until her mind was diverted, as always, by the stinging pain she was rightly supposed to suffer with every earned spanking.
Lucy had laughed when she saw what was happening, but, as soon as the spanking started, took control of the class because, after all, that was why they were all there. She could see that most of the class were laughing and smiling and watching the spanking and passing comments between themselves, although, at the same time, were also obediently doing the exercises, clearing not wishing to suffer the same penalty as Dale.
As the spanking progressed Dale compared how hard Gemma was spanking her to how hard George spanked her and quickly knew that George spanked much harder, but, on the other hand, there was at least another forty minutes of the aqua aerobics session to go, and Dale knew the intensity would increase as it always did after just a few minutes of being spanked by George. In fact, that intensity arrived quicker than Dale had anticipated because she knew that she was soon squirming around on Gemma‘s lap and certainly not enjoying the spanking anywhere near as much as she had fantasised she would. Indeed, once Gemma changed from spanking alternate bottom cheeks to spanking the same bottom cheek time and again and then the other bottom cheek time and again, as well as squirming around on her lap she was also gasping and tensing her arms and legs as she watched Gemma‘s calf muscles tense which showed she really was giving it everything when landing spank after spank.
Gemma was thinking how she was surprised that Dale was lying so obediently across her lap because, after all, she was her grannies age. Certainly, she would never think of spanking her own grandma, nor, for that fact, her own mum, but then it just didn’t seem so strange to be spanking Dale because as one of the two girls in charge of the aqua aerobics class that gave her a measure of authority over those in the class. That thought then led her to understand that age was not the important point in discipline, but rather who was in authority and who had to respect that authority. There was no question that, as a class member, Dale was answerable to her as a leader of the class.
Because Dale was so used to being spanked and had fantasised about Gemma spanking her, she didn’t give any thought whatsoever to the fact that Gemma was less than a third of her own age. In fact, as the spanking continued and Gemma started to spank the backs of her legs, so she was thinking more and more how everyone in the aqua aerobics class should be showing Gemma far more respect than they actually had done today and, because swearing was something that wasn’t acceptable, she had already come to terms with the fact that the spanking was her own fault and fully justified.
Dale was now getting to the stage of just wanting the spanking to be over because her bottom was stinging so much. However, she had no say in the matter, and neither should she of course. She also hadn’t reckoned on Gemma’s intent to really teach her a lesson until she heard her say as she continued to spank her bottom, “Hey, Lucy, can you please bring me my handbag. I need my hairbrush.”
Dale was increasingly concerned when the very hard spanks did stop but she heard Gemma say, “Thank you, Lucy.” Dale then almost immediately felt what must have been the handbag resting on the small of her back, heard the zip being undone, and then, a few seconds later, zipped back up again. She then heard Gemma say to her in a deliciously attractive authoritative tone, “You’re going to need a few dozen with this as well.”
As Dale looked around so she saw the wooden-backed paddle hairbrush being shown to her by Gemma, although not for long because then she felt the wooden side of the paddle hairbrush being rubbed in circles around her bottom. Dale grimaced and let out a sob as she knew that as Gemma had spanked her so hard with her hand the pain was going to be so much greater with the wooden-backed paddle hairbrush. Even so, she once again told herself that the authoritative Gemma was right to spank her and to use any implement she wanted to use.
Dale knew for sure after the very first spank with the paddle hairbrush just how much pain she was going to have to struggle with, and, indeed, it only took five or six spanks with the hairbrush for Dale to start to dissolve into the crying blabbering very naughty girl persona that normally happened when she was given a hard spanking. Even so, and as each spank landed sometimes on alternate bottom cheeks then sometimes several on the same bottom cheek before landing several times on the other bottom cheek, she stayed in position across Gemma’s lap now with only a blurred upside-down view of her legs, and not even that of the faces in the swimming pool because her eyes were tear-filled, and she could feel those tears dribbling down her face. Dale found this was all so humiliating, but, also, she still found that humiliation to be strangely erotic even though so horribly painful. She knew that, for her, pain and arousal went together, hand-in-hand, and the greater the pain so the greater the arousal. She also felt that she was being taught a very good lesson by Gemma, which was also a very important aspect of any punishment given to her. She knew she could be cheeky, and even sulk like a teenager, and what always worked so well was a punishment just like this one, being long and very hard, so that the intended lesson was learned even as it created her feelings of arousal.
As Dale‘s bottom was stinging even more intensely and she struggled to cope, as well as yelping she squirmed around even more on Gemma‘s lap. It was then that she heard one of the teenagers shout out, “Look at them swing, that means it really must be hurting her,” said with a laugh rather than any sympathy. Dale was less inclined to think that was a compliment because what she knew beyond any doubt was that the spanking really did hurt and the fact that she shook her breasts as she squirmed around on Gemma’s lap was something that she couldn’t stop, even if she wanted to.
Gemma hadn’t intended spanking Dale for so long, nor as hard as she was, but what she realised was that whilst she had been so tense when starting the spanking, she now felt positively relaxed, as though all of that tension had been passed from her head and down her arm and then to Dale’s rather fleshy bottom. She also realised how giving the spanking was getting her aroused and reckoned that the power she had here over Dale was what was engineering that passion. Gemma even started to wonder whether she had found a new and exciting sexual activity for herself.
Dale was now crying freely as the spanks continued on and on, and each time she let out a wail or a yelp as she kept hold of the legs of the chair to make sure that she didn’t fall off Gemma‘s lap even though she squirmed around on her lap which was a quite natural reaction to so much pain.
As Gemma continued to land the very hard spanks with the hairbrush all across Dale’s bottom cheeks and listened to Dales continuing loud yelps and watched her fleshy bottom cheeks continue to surrender to the paddle, so she realised that she was actually now totally relaxed in a way that she never had been before even if she went for a long walk or sat in her bedroom thinking, and although she couldn’t understand why giving a spanking calmed her down so well, she did smile to herself as she thought that, maybe, this could be introduced as a more effective way of controlling those doing aqua aerobics.
Still, she had now turned Dale’s bottom a gorgeous glowing red and knew that she would have difficulty sitting down for quite some time. She even wondered whether Dale might want to go back into the pool and continue with the session even with her stinging bottom, and knew that she would find that out in a few moments when she stopped spanking and ordered, “Okay, Dale, you can get up now.“
Dale heard the instruction but couldn’t actually get up because, as usual, she was crying too much for that. She was thankful that the spanking was over, though, and once again told herself that she had deserved it. Of course, she had never expected to be actually spanked by Gemma, nor in front of the rest of the class, but, now that she had been, she wasn’t going to hold anything against Gemma particularly as she had experienced her long-held fantasy. It had also reinforced her understanding that it really didn’t matter what the age was of the one giving the spanking or the one taking the spanking, because, as in this case, as Gemma was the one who was in control it was right that, even being a teenager, she gave the spanking. As she calmed down, she even told herself that Gemma had given her one of the hardest spankings she had ever been given, although still told herself that being spanked by George as foreplay to making love was something even more special. She knew that George felt the same way but remembered his smile as she looked at him in the pool just before going across Gemma‘s lap, and knew that he was also okay with what had just happened.
After a few moments, Dale felt strong enough again to be able to push herself up from Gemma‘s lap although, as soon as she did stand, she couldn’t stop her hands rushing to her bottom and rubbing her stinging warmed fleshy bottom cheeks so furiously, and was also unable to stop herself stepping from foot to foot doing the spanking dance she did whenever George gave one of his especially hard spankings. Dale did know that she always preferred those very hard spankings because it set her alight and knew that, when she looked, she would find that her sex juice had already started to dribble down her inner thighs.
Because Dale felt so aroused right then she knew she needed to go back to the changing rooms. She also knew that it was no use glancing out into the pool to find George because her eyes were tear-filled and her vision was still blurred, as usual, but he would understand that she needed to be by herself just for a while. So, she did look at the blurred Gemma and said a tearful, “I am sorry Gemma but you were right to spank me.”
Dale turned and walked back through the shower and into the changing room. She quickly went straight to the toilets and locked herself in one of the cubicles, not even concerned right then whether there was anyone else around. She sat down also not thinking or worrying that she had left her swimsuit out by the pool, and, as she sat with her legs apart, so she ran her fingers up and down her very wet pussy lips and could feel the sticky sex juice already on her inner thighs. She then eagerly eased her fingers inside herself and at the same time flicked her very taught clit, and within moments brought herself to a massive orgasm. As she continued to finger herself so her breathing got deeper and deeper and once again came with huge erotic gasps, all the time picturing herself across the lap of the authoritative Gemma. She was just so pleased that her long-held fantasy of being spanked by the teenager had come true and it would be yet another lasting memory for her.
Gemma had been quite taken aback by Dale’s apology and thank you, and wondered whether Dale went to the changing rooms to get changed, or maybe she was aroused by the spanking which is why she stayed so obediently across her lap. Food for thought, she told herself.
The class ended ten minutes later by which time Dale had pretty much recovered and had got dressed. She was pleased, though, when Gemma came into the changing room along with the others and handed her swimsuit to her. Dale did smile and say, “I am sorry to have upset you, Gemma, and will make sure I don’t do that again next week.”
One reason that Gemma had come into the changing room was to check how Dale was feeling, and she was delighted that she clearly didn’t hold anything against her. So, as a joke, she asked, with a smirk, “Are you saying that if you swear again then me giving you another spanking would be the right response?”
Dale immediately felt flutters flying around her vagina again and she couldn’t stop herself blushing as she replied, “You are in charge, Gemma, and so can make that decision.” Dale realised the answer was given rather more seriously than she had intended, and in front of so many other members of the aerobics class, but she actually felt good about it.
A few minutes later and Dale and George were walking home together and George said, “I know what you would’ve done in the changing room, but I hope you have left some juice for me.”
Dale was now feeling really good about herself and beamed a smile to George as she replied, “Always my love, always.” After a few moments, Dale added in a suggestive tone, “Of course, sometimes when I have been rightly spanked by someone else you have given me a second spanking when we get home.”
George had the same thought and smiled as he replied, “Exactly what I was thinking.”
