Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing November 2
Had a quiet week, didn't see Bridie when I went to Tescos, and the paperboy (or
girl) didn't call again.
On the Monday night we had been watching a programme on the television about
exercise and Jon had said that I should think about going to some sort of
exercise evening class. On the Wednesday when I was out shopping I saw a card in
the Post Office window about an aerobics class that was run at the local junior
school on a Thursday evening. When I mentioned it to Jon he told me to go and
check it out. He said that if I didn't like it then I could stop going.
So, the next night I packed my trainers, a T-shirt and my green baggy shorts
(Jon's idea) and a towel into a bag and put on a dress and coat and drove to the
school. A woman about my age called Jenny ran the class. She was very friendly,
and after telling me about the set-up, she pointed out the girls changing rooms
and I went and got changed. There were about 8 other women of all ages getting
changed in there, and when we went into the school gym to start, there were a
few more women, and 4 men, about 20 in all. Jenny had us line up in rows before
she switched the music on and we started. I made sure that I got on the back
row, I didn't want to look an idiot not knowing what to do.
We started off doing all the things that I had seen on the television, and by
the time we stopped for a break I was knackered. Jenny came over to see how I
was doing, and told me that we had been at it for 45 minutes. No wonder I was
knackered. As Jenny was talking to me I noticed that her eyes were looking at my
chest, when I looked down I saw that my T-shirt was wet with sweat and it was
clinging to my skin. It was really showing the shape of my breasts and nipples,
and I could see the dark area of my aureole. Jenny told me that the second half
was less strenuous as most of it was floor work.
Before we started again, we all had to get a mat to lay on, and we all lined up
again. I kept my place on the back row. Jenny had us do all sorts of stretching
and press-up type exercises while she walked in between us all, telling us what
to do, and 'encouraging' the ones who weren't trying that hard. When she came my
way, she was quiet for a minute or so before telling me that she thought that I
could get my legs further apart than they were. At the time we were all on our
backs with our feet high in the air and wide part. I was really concentrating on
pushing myself, and wasn't thinking about what I was wearing. It was warm in the
school gym, and I was sweating from all the exercises so I wasn't thinking about
keeping warm. It was only when I looked at Jenny and saw where her eyes were
pointing that I remembered that I had my short, baggy green running shorts on,
with no knickers on underneath. Jenny was looking right at my pussy through the
gaping leg holes. More than that, if Jenny could see everything that I've got
then the people who were laid at my feet could too.
Well, it was too late by then, I'd obviously been giving everyone a good view
for quiet a while so another 10 minutes to the end of the lesson wasn't going to
make much of a difference. I just started taking quick looks at the people in
front of me to see who was trying to see my pussy, and trying to think what they
were thinking.
When we all stood up at the end of the lesson I noticed that the middle aged man
that had been directly in front of me had either been having a good look at me,
or he kept a torch in his shorts.
Jenny called me over to her after bring the class to a close. She asked me if I
had enjoyed myself and if I would be going again the next week. She kept me
talking for ages about nothing in particular, until she suddenly said, "you'll
really boost the number of men coming to these classes if you keep coming
dressed in those shorts." I blushed a little bit and said, "I don't know what
you mean, what's wrong with them." "Absolutely nothing" Jenny replied, "they're
just great, just what's needed" I knew exactly what she meant, and the grin on
her face told me that she knew that I knew.
She started walking towards the changing rooms and we went in as the other women
were starting to come out and go home. By the time that we had stripped off and
got in the showers we were the only ones left in there. It seemed funny being
back in school showers, there's something about them. As I was showering I was
remembering my days at school when all us little girls were shy about being
naked together, how we used to try to cover ourselves and only have a few
seconds under the water.
Jenny suddenly said something that brought me back to reality, and I looked over
at her. She has quite a slim body, with shoulder length brown hair. Her breasts
are about the same size as mine, but her nipples are a lot smaller. When she
turned to look at me I saw that she hardly had any pubic hair, it didn't look as
if she shaved, she only had a few, and they were all in a tall thin triangle
above the front of her pussy. Jenny saw me looking at her, and asked me how
often I shaved my pussy. She seemed fascinated when I told her that I didn't
shave any more, that I had removed them all with a special machine. I could she
her cringing as I was telling her about the depilatory machine so I told her
that it didn't hurt at all, the only problem was that it took so long. Jenny
joked saying "well it wouldn't take long with me with the few that I've got." I
laughed a bit and agreed with her.
As we were getting dressed Jenny noticed that I didn't have a bra or knickers
and said, "got rid of your bras and knickers as well then." She had said it in
a joking way and just said, "Oh!" when I told her that I had stopped wearing
them over 6 months ago.
On the way out, Jenny asked me if I'd like to go for a drink with her. I said,
"Thank you for the offer, but I've got to get back to my Master." She looked a
bit puzzled as I continued "How about after next weeks class?" Jenny said, "OK"
and I headed for home.
Back home Jon asked me how I had got on and I told him that I had enjoyed it,
and that I wanted to go again the next week. I told him all about Jenny, and he
said that I would have to watch her, he said that she sounded as if she was a
lesbian, and might try to get into my knickers - if I'd been wearing any. When I
told Jon that most of the other women there had been wearing leotards he said
that we would go and have a look in the shops and see what we could find.
When I got up on the Friday morning, I had aches all over. It took until
lunchtime for me to get back to normal.
Saturday November 7 and Sunday November 8
The weekend went off without anything interesting happening, probably because
Jon had a lot of work to do, and he had to go into work on the Sunday - all day.
I say without anything interesting happening, but that's not quite true. I broke
a cup when I was washing-up on the Saturday evening, and Jon had me 'assume the
position' on the kitchen floor for about 30 minutes, before he put me over his
knee and gave me 100 slaps with his hand. My bum was bright red and sore by the
time I had said, "100, thank you Master" but I managed to avoid crying. After
he'd finished that, Jon had me bend over the kitchen table, and he had me from
behind. It hurt my bum each time he slammed into me. Because I had nearly cum
while he had been spanking my bum, I came twice before he came in me. He had me
stay laid over the kitchen table for 15 minutes after he pulled out, and I could
feel our juices running down my legs. I wanted to reach under and make myself
cum again, but Jon threatened to restrain me in the frame in the back garden for
an hour. It was bloody cold outside so I managed to wait until he let me go and
take a shower.
