Over the Knee Spanking – Punished in a Gym

Orinally posted by the fabulous GOTN in July 2023, this is an over the knee spanking scene set in an all-male gym. It’s just another view into the seriously filthy depravity that is my mind. I hope you enjoy it!

Over the Knee Spanking: A seriously intense punishment scene

I have been
particularly obnoxious, deliberately so. I’m now sitting in the passenger seat
of your car, blindfolded. You’re driving me to my punishment.

We park and
you open the passenger side door and let me out. Aside from the blindfold, I’m
wearing a summer dress, sandals and my butt plug.

You guide
me into a building. The room seems enormous, there is music and the
unmistakable sounds of a gym: feet slapping treadmills, the rhythmic whirl of a
rowing machine in use. You guide me further and I hear weight training machines
and male grunting. I’m both nervous and excited, and very definitely wet.

We come to
a stop, and you order me to remove my summer dress.

I’m
reluctant, I don’t like not being able to see who will see me, but it’s my
punishment, so I do it.

“Hands
behind your back.” I do that too, and you bind them with rope. My least
favourite bondage material.

You pull
and tweak my nipples until I moan and gently rock towards you.

And ow!
Pain! Nipple clamps are applied, first to my left nipple, then my right. The
chain hangs down, adding weight. You reach between my legs to pinch my clit and
I bite my lips to stop another moan.

You apply
the clit clamp. I was expecting it, but it still makes me gasp.

You remove
my blindfold. We’re in the free weight section of the gym and there’s not much
lifting happening right now. It seems to be a men only gym. There are men
looking at us: some seem shocked, others are smirking, and others seem only
mildly interested.

You take
the chain connecting my clamps and guide me on a complete circle of the free
weights area. I look at them, all defiance. The men are unsure, no one touches
me.

On a
platform by a wall where everyone has a good view, you push me down onto a
training bench. My ass, plug and soaking wet pussy are on full display. I’m
thrilling.

“She needs
a good spanking, ten of the best. Anyone care to do it?”

For a
moment nothing happens, then a few men step forward. We look them over. I’m not
usually attracted to muscular men, but in these circumstances, I can’t help
feeling it. My eyes are automatically drawn to the one with the most enormous
biceps I’ve ever seen in real life. I just can’t believe the size of them, can
he be real? He’s covered in a sheen of sweat and his veins stand out on his
stupendously huge muscles. My eyes travel down, his loose shorts already show a
very promising erection, I let my eyes linger on this, imagining the shape and
size of his shaft. I wonder if the veins stand out so prominently there too…

I lift my
eyes to his face. He smiles at me, it’s a lazy smile, as though he knows
exactly what I’m thinking. My fear ratchets up a notch and my clit pulses under
the pressure of the clamp. I actually blush and lower my eyes, he is so damned
alpha. He looks at you. You nod to him and step away from me.

He advances
on me, there’s really no other word to describe how he moves, he is moving like
a predator. I’m genuinely scared now. I shoot you a pleading look. My
imagination is giving me a very hard time about what’s going to happen in the
next sixty seconds. You raise an eyebrow at me, I know you’re wondering if I’ll
safe word my way out of this.

Sixty
seconds, I tell myself. I roll my safe word around in my mind, then I put it
away. I can manage this.

He is right
behind me now. I turn my head a little more and I can see how big he is. How
big his erection is. I swallow.

He looks
down at me, he is impassive. He lets me wait. The seconds turn into unbearably
long moments, each second stretches out like an elastic band, taut, ready to
snap. Ready to yank my safe word from me. I glance at you again. In that moment
he leans down, puts his hands under my arms and picks me up. I am a doll to
him. He could so easily break me. My fear is mounting in waves as I imagine how
hard he could beat me, but counterbalancing this, my pure sluttish heat at this
humiliating situation – my punishment – is heightening too.

He sets me
on my feet, takes my upper arm and swings me around so I am facing him. He
takes my other arm and steadies me. He looks my body up and down, he looks at
the chain. He’s clearly curious. He takes it in his hand and locking eyes with
me, he lifts it until I am on my toes. I know my eyes are blazing my fear and
my desire at him and I cannot keep eye contact. I look down. He drops the
chain.

My
imagination is going insane now. So it surprises me into stupidity when he
gently unclamps first my right nipple, then my left. He goes to one knee, peers
at my clit, then unclamps that too. I ride the wave of pain. He raises an
enormous hand to my tits, looks at you and you nod. He spreads his hand out
flat and starts to rub circles over my nipples, slow, steady, the slightest
touch. On and on he goes, I swallow and lean to his touch, but the pressure
remains the same. The tease is insane. You clear your throat. This is meant to
be a punishment after all.

He sits on
the bench and turns me around. He unbinds my arms, surprising me again. Then he
pulls me down over his knees, so my ass is presented upwards, and I have to use
my arms to support my position. His legs are wide, they feel like smooth, hairy
tree trunks – solid. He pushes my legs open and holds me still. I feel the tip
of his erection pulsing against my raised hip.

He massages
my ass then his hand cracks down. His hand is so wide and enormous, it covers
my whole left butt cheek (my ass is not small). It stings but fades fast to a
spreading warmth, as the first ones always do.

A man’s
voice says very quietly, “one” and it’s not you or him. I’d actually forgotten
where I was! There was just you, him and me in my mind, I glance over and see a
whole lot of muscular men watching the show. They’re dripping eagerness, so
many erections on clear display. One is even squeezing himself shamelessly
through his shorts. I’m distracted until the second crack, also to my left ass
cheek. I jump, but he easily holds me in place.

“Two.”

He massages
me again, the odd finger skating over my plug and straying into my juices.

Crack!
“Three.”

My right
ass cheek begins the slow burn. I glance at you, you wink at me and tilt your
head to the audience. Some are now openly playing with themselves!

Crack!
“Four.”

My cheeks
are even now, I can feel them, glowing and I’m really enjoying my humiliation.
I’m loving it.

Crack!
“Five.” That one really hurt! He’s using more of his strength, but it’s a
fraction of what he’s capable of.

Crack!
“Six.” Ow ow ow, that really hurt. I feel tears stand in my eyes. I become
aware of his erection again. He massages me, letting his fingers stray to
stroke my clit. I am dripping onto his leg, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He
thrills me with his stray fingers and I feel how close I actually am. I rub my
hip against his erection, but he doesn’t seem to want that.

Crack!
“Seven.” The hardest yet, it draws a grunt from me. I actually don’t think I am
going to be able to sit down tomorrow. I spare a glance for you. You’re playing
too now, your eyes intent on his teasing fingers. That’s when I realise it. I’m
going to come. Here over his knee in front of all of these people… these
wanking men… you.

Crack!
“Eight.” It’s eerie how quietly they are counting, how quietly they are
playing. The absurdity of it, the intensity of it hits me. I actually cry out
on the eighth strike.

Those
teasing fingers again, I’m on the edge, teetering on the edge, I’m going to
come before he even finishes the punishment! I feel that delicious, familiar
sensation building, building warmth, rushing water, spreading, his fingers
skating, teasing, building, tipping, I can’t hold it anymore!

Crack.
“Nine.” I come hard.

I am
usually quite quiet at this point, but that direct slap to my pussy made me
loud, humiliatingly loud as his fingers skate, thumb circling, one finger
strays inside and I pulse around him. It goes on and on, this orgasm. I quiet
my moaning as my orgasm finally passes.

Crack!
“Ten.” I’m a limp mess over his knee. He gently pushes me away just enough to
free himself, and his veins stand out there too, his erection like a wide mini
tree branch.

In four
strokes he comes too.

I raise my
head and look around. The cleaners will not enjoy themselves this evening.

You kneel
before me and kiss my forehead: “good girl.”

I glow in
your warmth and the aftermath.