Gym Spanking: Female Trainer Spanks Hot Gym Girl Hard
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Hot Gym Girl Pushes Her Luck. And Gets Taken In Hand
Saskia had overdone it again. Even during warm-up, she stretched just a little too deep, positioned herself just right so her tight shorts pulled across her ass with every motion. The men stared. The women rolled their eyes. And Ramona (the trainer) watched it all. Silent. Calm. And already planning.
Saskia stayed after class, as she often did.
“I just wanna do some extra stretching,” she had said. Ramona only nodded. As the last of the group left the room, she locked the door and turned slowly toward the younger woman. Saskia was leaning against the wall bars, one hip cocked, full of attitude.
“You need discipline,” Ramona said quietly. No smile. No softness.
Saskia held her gaze. “Maybe I need someone who can actually handle me.”
Ramona stepped closer. Black leggings. Tight sport top. Her shoulders rolled like a cat on the hunt. Saskia flinched slightly as Ramona’s fingers brushed her waist.
“Turn around. Hands on the mat trolley.”
Saskia smirked but obeyed. Ramona took hold of her hips, sat on the bench, and pulled her across her lap. Saskia’s torso rested on the padded surface. Her ass stuck up, high and tight.
“You need this, don’t you?”
Saskia just nodded. No words.
Ramona ran a hand over her backside. The neon-pink shorts clung to her perfectly. She smoothed the fabric flat, then gripped the waistband and pulled them down… Slowly, inch by inch, until her ass peeked out. A tiny white thong underneath.
Ramona pulled that down too.
Perfect Bare Butt Exposed For OTK Punishment
Cool air hit Saskia’s skin. Her bare ass was stunning—round, firm, flawless. Ramona exhaled slowly. Then brought her hand down hard.
Smack. Saskia jumped. A red mark bloomed instantly. Ramona spanked again. And again. Solid, flat strikes on bare skin. Her ass jiggled with each blow.
“Count,” Ramona said calmly.
“One,” Saskia breathed. Smack. “Two.”
Ramona held her steady, one arm across her hips as her hand continued its work. The sound echoed through the gym. Heat bloomed on Saskia’s skin. She squirmed, kicked—but couldn’t escape.
After the seventh smack, Ramona’s hand slid lower, between the cheeks. Her fingers dipped, pressed. Wet.
“Dripping already? You filthy girl.”
Saskia moaned, clinging to the mat. Ramona pressed a finger to her opening—not inside, just teasing. Then pulled away and resumed the spanking. Smack. Smack.
Her ass bounced. Saskia gasped, losing control. Her body tensed, then sagged again. Ramona pinned her tighter, lifted her hand, and landed a hard slap on the lower curve of her backside.
Hot Young Woman Tied Down And Open For More
“Oh God… I… I can’t…”
“Three more.” Smack.
“Eleven.” Smack. “Twelve.”
Ramona left her hand resting on Saskia’s red, trembling ass. The skin was hot to the touch. She traced a line between the cheeks, sliding into slick heat, rubbing slow, deep circles.
Saskia gasped.
Her whole body tensed, hips rising, thighs clenched, then she shuddered. Her legs kicked once, her back arched.
She came. Hard. Right across Ramona’s lap.
Ramona held her, let her ride it, let her shake and fall still. Then, gently, she pulled away.
“We’re not done yet.”
Ramona stood. Saskia slid off her lap, dazed. Ramona took her by the wrist and led her to the mat trolley. Bent her over it. Arms stretched out. From a drawer she took a black nylon strap.
“Don’t move.”
Saskia didn’t. Her cheeks flushed, her bare ass glowing red. Ramona strapped her wrists to the upper frame. Then her ankles: Spread wide, fully exposed.
Whip-Crack Discipline: Twelve With The Cane
From the locker, Ramona pulled out the cane. Thin. Flexible. Old. She stepped behind Saskia, ran the stick gently over her sore skin.
“Twelve.” Saskia nodded faintly. The first strike hissed through the air.
Whip: Crack. A small cry. A bright red line bloomed.
Whip: Crack. Saskia whimpered. The trolley shifted slightly under her. Her muscles twitched. Ramona worked methodically, spacing the lines, measuring the pain.
By number six, Saskia’s legs were shaking uncontrollably.
By number nine, her voice was a hoarse whimper.
By number twelve, her head lifted and she cried out—and collapsed.
Ramona set the cane aside. Stepped in close. Her hands gripped Saskia’s trembling thighs, slid upward. She dipped two fingers between the spread cheeks… Wet again. Soaked.
She pushed in slow. Deep. Saskia moaned helplessly, grinding into her hand.
Lesbian Kissing: Deep Wet Kiss To Seal The Session
Ramona leaned in, unfastened the straps at the wrists, then the ankles. Saskia turned, unsteady, her whole body flushed, her breath ragged. Her lips parted.
Ramona took her face in both hands. Looked her in the eyes. Then leaned in.
She kissed her.
Not soft.
A deep, wet, filthy kiss. Tongue pressed deep, lips parted, breath stolen.
Saskia clung to her, still panting, legs weak.
Ramona pulled back.
“Thursday. Same time.”
Saskia nodded. Her cheeks were burning.
“Don’t act up in class again.”
“I make no promises,” she whispered.
