Spanking In The Gym: Fitness Trainer Spanks Young Woman
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Late Girl Gets Hot Gym Lesson
The gym was nearly empty when she showed up late for the second time that week.
Twenty minutes past their workout, she walked in wearing tight purple shorts and a short top. Her ponytail bounced with every step, and a cheeky smile played on her lips.
Her trainer looked up from the weight rack, arms crossed over his chest. Late twenties, fit and strong, with a strict look that made most people listen fast.
“Late again,” he said, calm but firm.
She shrugged easily. “Stopped for a smoothie. But I’m here now.”
She moved closer, light on her feet, her hips swaying on purpose. The shorts hugged her tight, barely hiding anything.
He watched her quietly.
“And you think that’s okay?” he asked.
She blinked, acting innocent. “It’s just a few—”
“Twenty.”
“…okay, twenty. I’ll do extra lifts, promise.”
She grinned, liking the attention, and stepped closer. But today, he wasn’t playing along.
Fit Trainer Bends Sexy Girl Over His Knee
“That’s not how this works.”
“Oh no? What will you do?” she teased, tilting her head.
Wrong move.
His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, turning her gently but firmly so her back faced him. With his other hand, he pushed between her shoulders, bending her down.
“Hey!” she yelped, shocked. “What are you doing?”
“Time for a lesson,” he said.
He sat on the padded bench and pulled her over his lap in one smooth move. Her arms waved, legs hung off the side, her butt right across his thigh.
“You’re not serious—!”
“Oh, I’m very serious.”
He moved her hips, holding her in place. Her fit butt was hugged tight by those tiny shorts, almost asking for it.
She wiggled, trying to look back, eyes wide.
“You think you can show up late,” he said. His hand slid slowly over her shorts, heavy and slow. “You walk in, smiling, acting bold. But I’m the trainer. I say when the fun stops.”
Gym Spanking: Hard Slaps On Tight Gym Shorts
Then—slap.
The first hit landed hard across both cheeks.
“Ah!” she gasped, jerking against his leg.
“Count,” he said.
“What?!”
Slap.
Another hit, lower this time, the sound loud.
“Count.”
“…One!” she breathed.
He kept going, slow and steady. Each slap rang in the quiet room, the sting growing. Her counting got quicker, her voice shaky.
By the tenth slap, her butt felt warm under the thin shorts, her breathing fast.
Then he reached for the waistband.
“No—!” she whispered, but it wasn’t a stop. It was shock, heat, surprise.
He pulled the shorts and underwear down to her thighs in one slow tug, showing her bare butt. It was pink, the skin smooth and tight across her hips.
Bare Butt Spanking Burns Red
He paused to look at it.
Then—slap. Skin on skin. She jerked, her legs twitching.
“Eleven,” she mumbled.
“Louder.” Slap.
“Twelve!”
Her fingers gripped the edge of the bench. Her legs kicked a bit, hips twisting with each hit. The bare slaps sounded clear now, no shorts in the way, no cover.
He held her tight, his hand coming down again and again—fifteen, sixteen, seventeen. She squirmed hard now, her ponytail flipping as she moved, her thighs tight, toes curling.
Each time he stopped, his palm brushed the hot skin, slow rubs between hits. Not mean—just firm. Strict.
“Eighteen.”
She was breathing hard now. Her voice shook, but she kept counting.
“Nineteen… twenty.”
The last slap echoed through the quiet gym.
Hard Spanking: Young Woman Properly Punished
Marc let his hand rest on her punished cheeks, feeling the warmth, the way she twitched under his touch. She was trembling slightly—not in pain, but something else. Something deeper.
He rubbed slowly over the flushed surface, thumb grazing along the curve of her hip.
“You’ll remember this next time you think about being late.”
“Every damn step,” she whispered.
He helped her up, steadying her by the waist. She stood facing him, breath uneven, her shorts and panties still bunched around her thighs. Her cheeks—both kinds—were bright red.
Marc looked her over, eyes dark, amused.
“You’ll be on time next session,” he said.
Lara nodded slowly, her voice quiet but steady. “Or you’ll put me over your knee again?”
His grin was slow and dangerous. “If you’re asking for it.”
She pulled up her shorts deliberately, cheeks burning, and walked to the mat area without another word.
He watched her go, each step a little stiff, the bounce in her stride now a bit more cautious. She dropped into squats like nothing had happened—except for the way her legs trembled, the way her cheeks still glowed.
And she knew exactly where his eyes were.
