Ms. Streng likes to play games.
Lately she's been fond of playing that I'm her daughter. She trots me out to her friends like she's the proud mother, wanting to show me off. Such was the case when she took me out to Noel Whitehouse's home in Augustus Beach and had me show off my athletic abilities.
The way my 'mother' explained it, it all sounded perfectly innocent; an opportunity to showcase my ability to do backflips, contortions, and serial cartwheels, however. However, I knew Ms. Streng well enough to know that this event would turn into something naughty and smoldering hot.
Ms. Streng invited some of her friends to come witness my displays of athleticism. Ms. Whitehouse invited some of her friends and my friend Elizabeth invited herself. All told, there were a dozen women there to witness whatever wickedness Ms. Streng had in mind.
Noel Whitehouse had an opulent home with a large exercise room. Everything looked pretty much as expected, so far. A series of gym mats were laid out. and ready when I was led in there shortly before my performance was scheduled to begin, Ms. Streng produced a leotard she'd purchased for me as a gift and insisted I wear it while I performed my feats of strength and dexterity.
But the leotard was too small. It was cut very high on the hips and very low across the back. And When I began to perform, the material rode up my ass, over and over like clockwork. I was constantly pausing to pull the fabric out from between my butt cheeks. The ladies couldn't help but notice. Ms. Streng smiled at them, but her smile vanished when she turned to me.
"Scarlett, you seem uncomfortable in your uniform."
I was hesitant to complain. My instincts told me that Ms. Streng was up to something, and I was worried about saying the wrong thing. This led to a long, uncomfortable silence.
"Well, the material keeps riding up," I replied hesitantly. "It's awkward that I have to keep pulling it out of the crack of my ass."
"Maybe she should just perform naked?" suggested one of Ms. Streng's friends. At the time, I thought it was a joke, but Ms. Streng pounced on the idea as if she's had it in mind all along.
"That would be splendid!" Ms. Streng enthused.
"Oh, God! No!" I protested. "I can't perform naked!"
"Why not, dear?" Ms. Whitehouse asked. I couldn't believe how serious she sounded.
"It's indecent," I cried out. "Exposing my naked body in front of a crowd of spectators...it would be humiliating!"
"Nonsense," my 'mother' replied. "You have an exquisite body. There's no reason you should feel embarrassed displaying your body for my friends.
I tried to talk Ms. Streng out of it, but she kept insisting that there was nothing indecent about exposing my naked body to a crowd of fully clothed female spectators. She wore me down eventually, so I took off my clingy leotard and resumed my gymnastic performance in the nude.
I'd done these sorts of maneuvers flawlessly many times before but performing naked in front of an audience threw me off mentally. The embarrassment of my shaved pubes and my naked bottom on display for these sharply dressed, haughty women made it difficult for me to concentrate. I kept thinking about them ogling my young, naked body instead of focusing on my timing and my coordination. More than once I ended up falling flat on my ass instead of landing gracefully like I normally do.
"Scarlett, you're embarrassing me," Ms. Streng admonished. "I've been chronically bragging to my friends about your grace and coordination, and you keep stumbling. You're making a liar out of me."
Noel Whitehouse took up the tune. "I took ballet lessons in my youth. If any of the students were lazy or performed poorly, the choreographers would discipline us. It strongly motivated us to do better."
"What sort of discipline?" Elizabeth asked, grinning.
"Corporal punishment, of course," Ms. Whitehouse answered. "A painful enough spanking will make even the most irresponsible of students change their behavior."
"This is so embarrassing," I protested. "I'm eighteen years old. I'm too old to go over your knee for a spanking!"
"It's for your own good, dear," Ms. Streng replied calmly. "You're a remarkable athlete, but even the most impressive of gymnasts can always improve their performance. Knowing that you can be punished in front of my friends for failure to improve will motivate you to do better."
Outwardly I objected to being spanked by my mother. However, deep inside of me, there was a dark, libidinous excitement growing. I felt feverish and my sex pulsed wetly even as I balked at my mother's plans.
Two of my mother's friends grabbed me by my arms and escorted me over to my mother so they could throw me over her lap.
I struggled against them and complained that they were treating me unfairly, but I silently hoped that they would ignore my objections and that my mother would spank me mercilessly in front of her friends and leave my ass red and stinging.
They kept a tight grip on my arms while Ms. Streng grabbed me around the waist and hips and pulled me into position, the curves of my buttocks conveniently positioned where they would be most vulnerable.
"This is for your own good, Scarlett," my mother assured me. "You need this."
I was unable to come up with a retort before the first stinging slap came down on my unprotected bottom.
That first slap made a surprisingly loud sound and hurt far more than I was expecting. At a casual glance, Ms. Streng didn't look all that strong. She was a svelte woman with soft hands and unimpressive-looking biceps. She didn't look like the sort that would be an expert at inflicting stinging pain and abusing innocent bottoms.
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Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"
I exclaimed as she assaulted my bare buttocks.
