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.
My legs kicked and my hips squirmed, however, my mother's friends kept a tight grip on my arms and my mother kept one hand gripped around my waist, preventing me from sliding off her lap no matter how much I bounced and squirmed across her thighs.
I writhed, panted, and emitted yelps of pain while my mother's friends watched. Being punished this way in front of an attentive audience made me feel even more naked and deliciously exposed than before.
My bottom was still throbbing with intense, scalding pain when I was pulled off her lap and told to resume performing.
I took a few moments to wipe my tears away and get my sobbing under control and then I tried to concentrate on my gymnastics routine.
I took to the mats once again, and much to my shock, my performance improved after I'd been spanked. Who would have thought that having a red ass would enhance my hand-eye coordination? Could it be that the bitter, stinging sensation across my poor bottom blotted out my feelings of embarrassment and allowed me to focus better on my gymnastics routine?
At any rate, Noel Whitehouse patted herself on the back, proclaiming that she gave excellent advice when she recommended that my mother put me over her knee for a spanking. I felt an urge to disagree with her, however, my bottom was already quite sore, and I was afraid that if I publicly disagreed with Ms. Whitehouse, I 'd get another painful punishment.
The rest of my gymnastics routine proceeded without incident...other than the fact that I was naked and red-assed.
At the end of the evening, Ms. Streng's friends thanked my mother for the enjoyable diversion and prepared to go home.
I went to grab my clothes and get dressed, but Ms. Streng stopped me. She placed a hand on my shoulder and indicated said she had something important to tell me.
"Scarlett, one of the biggest hindrances for female athletes is pregnancy."
She was speaking directly to me but she said it loud enough that all of her friends could hear.
"You have a very beautiful body, dear. I worry that some boy will become enamored with you and get you with child, throwing a huge monkey wrench into your athletic ambitions."
"Um, well, I'm not really..." I began, but she cut me off.
"I am therefore forbidding you to have sex with boys, or even date them. I will not have some horny teenage boy ruining your figure and stealing away your grace and agility. If I catch you with a boy, you will be severely punished."
This was apparently another aspect of Ms. Streng playing games. She knew that I was a lesbian, but here she was, acting like I was straight and forbidding me from getting romantic with boys. I wasn't sure where she was going with this, but I was certain that I'd find out soon enough.
"Well, mother, if you're certain that would be for the best," I said timidly, trying to sound like a dutiful daughter.
