Chapter 13: Hung
DEBBIE
"What are you waiting for girl? Strip!" Mrs Hammersmith demanded. "Can't you see everyone is waiting for you?"
The gym at Silvermill wasn't like any gym I'd ever seen before. It was half the size of the one at my school, but instead of being dark and gloomy, it was bright and airy. Late afternoon sunlight came streaming through tall windows along one wall. It bounced off the gleaming hardwood floor and was magnified by a huge mirror that ran along the opposite wall.
Four women were standing next to Mrs Hammersmith, but I recognized only one of them, Mitzy the seamstress. They were all staring at me, and I could tell they were eager to get a good look at me, as if they were thinking, "what's so special about her?" I was terribly embarrassed, and it didn't make me feel any better that they were attractive, and very fit. I could tell, because they were all half-naked like My Lady.
I fumbled with my zipper and managed to remove my skirt. I was thankful my panties were properly over top of my garter belt. I could feel myself sweating as I picked up my skirt and stood there like an idiot with it in my hand.
"Hang it up, Debbie," Mrs Hammersmith said in an impatient voice. She pointed with her chin at the wall behind me.
I noticed there were some fat wooden pegs on the wall above a wooden bench behind me. I hung my skirt on one of those. I was tempted to continue facing the wall while I finished undressing, but I knew it if did, it would get me in real trouble. So instead, I faced Mrs Hammersmith and the other ladies. With my head down, I could see her foot in a white sneaker, tapping impatiently as I struggled to get a grip on myself and shed my blouse.
After I hung up my blouse, I was confused whether I should take off my brassiere, or my panties next. I hesitated for a minute before she snapped at me.
"Good Lord, girl! Don't you even know how to strip?" she exclaimed as she slapped me across the face.
"Yes...no...My Lady," I replied. It wasn't a hard slap, but after that, I didn't hesitate at all.
I removed my brassiere, panties, stockings and garter belt, suddenly too afraid to be embarrassed. Mitzy handed me my Silvermill gym uniform. It was only a pair of little white socks that didn't even come up to my ankle bone, a pair of flat white sneakers, and a tight, white halter top. The halter was almost like a brassiere, but smooth except where the Silvermill crest was embroidered high on my left breast. That was it; I was naked from just below my boobs all the way down to my ankles. I noticed the other ladies had their names embroidered in silver lettering on the broad, yolk-like back strap. Mine didn't have that. They also all had cute blue silk scarves around their necks, but I didn't get one.
"Finally!" Mrs Hammersmith exclaimed, but it was like all of a sudden she wasn't mad anymore. The other women all tittered, but I was still too scared even to crack a smile.
I stood in my proper pose, painfully aware that my bush was still very full and unruly compared to everyone else's. Miss Steeple said it was going to be professionally dealt with (something that scared me more than little), but it hadn't happened yet. From my quick glances, I'd noticed that two of the women were dark haired, and two were blondes, but of course none of them had pubes as fine and attractive as My Lady's reddish golden ones.
It was a good thing I got a look at them when I did, because after that, all I was going to see were backs and bums. "Just a brisk jog to warm ourselves up, Ladies; we'll keep the pace down for poor Debbie, who is sadly out of shape," Mrs Hammersmith said to them.
She turned to me. "Do try to keep up, girl," she said, still smiling. She reached around and slapped me on the bare bum, turned, and without looking back, led the others out into the backyard of the estate.
I followed her gorgeous, tight backside out into the chilly outdoors. As soon as I stepped outside, the cool air playing over my mostly naked body made me gasp. It was very chilly on my tummy and my bum, so I ran as fast as I could, but I was the shortest girl in the group, and in the worst shape, so very soon all of the other ladies had moved past me and I found myself looking at a whole pack of beautiful bare behinds. Mrs Hammersmith's was the finest of course, and I became mesmerized by the way her bum cheeks clenched and released and how the muscles of her long legs rolled easily with each, seemingly effortless, stride.
I guessed that the other ladies were all staff, but besides Mitzy, I didn't know what they did. One of the dark haired ones was a couple of inches taller than even Mrs Hammersmith, and had long legs like her, but was heavier and curvier. The other two were about my height and curvy, with great legs, and really tight bums like dancers. Mitzy was the shortest and had a very narrow waist, but even she had no trouble keeping up with the others.
I was never a very good runner to begin with, and soon I was falling way behind them all. As we left the back lawn and entered the woods I was already panting and my legs were aching. The path was smooth and covered with cinders, but as we went on, it became narrower, and started to twist and turn. The trees were on fire with the changing leaves, but I hardly noticed them at all. Before long, Mrs Hammersmith and the whole pack were out of sight. I knew it was wrong, but I kept slowing down until I was walking with one hand over my wildly thumping heart.
Then, the whole gang appeared from around a bend, heading back towards me, and I had a sinking feeling that they weren't headed for home. Even at a distance, through my teary eyes, I could see Mrs Hammersmith shaking her head as she ran, and I realized that they were coming back to get me. I started jogging again, suddenly finding new energy even though I felt like my lungs were going to explode.
"Oh you
are
in terrible shape, you little slut," she shouted at me as I stumbled along. She went behind me, and everyone followed her, and then she came up beside me so that now I was leading the pack.
"Yes...huh... huh... huh...my...hyh...Lady," I was just able to pant out. I looked up at her through my limp, heavy hair and saw that she had barely broken a sweat. She was breathing as if she had been on pleasant little stroll. I felt like I should apologize, but I couldn't get any words out.
"Oh, this will never do, you slovenly little bitch, not at all. I can't have a cow for a companion, now can I!" she said very loudly, and then she dropped out of sight behind me.
I kept doggedly on, trying to lift one foot up after the other, even though my feet felt as heavy as lead. I guess she must have ripped a switch from a bush behind me or something, because the next thing I knew, she was shouting. "Get a move on Debbie!" and then I felt a slashing sting at the bottom of my thighs.
I yelped as a thin line of fire ripped across my raw flesh. I sprinted forward trying to get away from the pain, but I couldn't keep it up, and she was right on me again, slashing away.
"Faster, faster, you lazy little slut," she taunted me. She sounded angry, but she was laughing at me at the same time, and pretty soon I couldn't hear anything at all over the roaring of the blood in my head and the sound of my ragged breathing.
She just kept chasing after me like that, and I hollered, and that made her laugh and hit me harder. But I couldn't go any faster. My legs just got stiffer and clumsier until I stumbled and fell face first onto the cold hard ground.
