PE CP (or, punishment in the gym)
October 8th, 2008 | Author: Zille
There are so many good shots from this gallery from Her First Punishment that I couldn’t choose just one or two!
The combination of corporal punishment and exercise is so terrible and humiliating … that it makes for supremely hot fantasies! I mean, when you are running around or doing push-ups, you are vulnerable (esp. because the coach is somehow never out of breath, and you always are!) — and then you add to that the wearing of some humiliating pys ed outfit — or worse, you are stuck running around naked! It doesn’t get much more vulnerable and humiliating than that! And then to add to it the application of the tawse (see below) or the plimsoll or even a cane — and suddenly you are out of breath, stuck doing some activity where you can’t defend yourself or hang on to any shred of dignity, humiliated, and in pain!
It doesn’t get much more intense than that! There might be other ways to get to that end point — but if you are staying within the schoolgirl fantasy, this is pretty much the best means to that end! Don’t believe me? See for yourself… (click on images to go to the gallery)
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Zille, you’re a girl after my own heart, or some other part of me, in my dreams.
You are describing one of my favourite fantasies and I know damn well that I’m not unique in this.
Because Mel was a masochist finding suitable punishments wasn’t easy, there was one implement she hated, an antique strop it was over a ½” thick, it was very, even extremely painful, Mel could only take six full strokes with it. So Mel’s punishment were lines or an essay, naked exercise in the back garden or a run round Regents Park, the exercise in the garden, should she flag, I encouraged her with a short horse whip and finally into the house for six with the strop.
She admitted that her punishments were more than adequate, she rarely needed a repeat.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.
Paul — every time we talk (errr, type) we find out we have yet another thing in common — it’s getting a bit eerie!
I’m assuming Mel didn’t have to run naked around Regent’s Park! Although it makes for a pleasant thought!
I’m really hoping my Master doesn’t scroll down to your comment! Although, at the moment, we have no back garden for me to do exercises in! Heh, but honestly my Master could chase me naked through the streets of SF with a horse whip, and the locals would just watch with little suprise — and some might cheer!
Since, as you say, this sort of thing is a huge turn-on for you, I assume that after Mel had been chastised, you had a raging erection — did you have sex with her after the punishment was over?
Actually, if you have some time in the future, I’d love if you’d do a post about this very topic: the ways and means you found of punishing a masochist, and if sex was involved, how did you keep it from becoming a reward? And I don’t think I’d be the only one who’d find that post very helpful!
I think I have a little too much residual trauma from school PE to inflict that on anyone else, but I wouldn’t mind a turn as drill seargeant/PT instructor.
Hi Zille
This scenario isn’t that far from reality in fact. In New Zealand in the late seventies our phys Ed teacher would make the boys wear a pair of frillie knicker/bloomers if they forgot their PE gear. The only other option was four strokes of the cane. The whole thing came to a head one day when one of the students wearing the knickers was heard swearing on the sports field. On returning to the change rooms he was sumonsed into the gym hall for four of the best wearing only the frillies. He actually refused (much to our admiration and amazement). He subsequently got changed into regular school uniform and was then duly caned.
The media got hold of the story and made quite an issue of it and the whole school came under the media spotlight for a week or so. The focus of the whole storey was about the humiliation of making boys wear the knickers rather than the alternative of having tram line welts laid into thier bottoms. Give me the knickers any day.
Our science teacher then also got hauled over the coals at this time for making anyone caught chewing gum, either eat a spoon full of sulpher or 4 strokes for boys or detention for girls. This was the teacher who used to take a run up when caning. He also kept his own cane collection soaking in linseed oil to keep them supple. A great spectacle to see him in action providing you wern’t witnessing him running up behind you whilst you were bent over grabbing your ankles.