Inspired by you lovely people, let's imagine how it goes for me during my visit. This is just a part one, if there's interest I'll continue it....
I handed my completed form to the slim beauty in the white coat (who could easily have been naked underneath). She examined it, then looked up at me. "Go through to the changing rooms and strip. Every stitch please - then leave through the door on the other side of the room. Give this" she said, handing me my folded-up form, "to my colleague who'll be waiting there".
The woman's tone was as tight and clipped as her blonde ponytail, and clearly no discussion was going to be entered into. I hurried through to the changing room, where I found a mixed group, men and women, all in various stages of undress. Some were stripping, shoving their clothes in lockers with trembling hands, others were dressing, retrieving their garments, wincing as underwear, skirts, trousers and shirts were pulled over flesh marked with raw fresh wheals. There was no talking. Although there were no signs expressly forbidding it, the muscular attendant sat in the corner, his huge arms folded, an angry scowl on his face, seemed to imply our new status as speak-when-you're-spoken-to submissives.
I found myself next to the gorgeous brunette who'd checked in ahead of me. She was down to her bra and bikini briefs by now, and I couldn't help but admire every inch of her lithe body, with its strong, fine limbs. She caught me ogling her, but instead of appearing angry she gave me a half-smile, as she unclipped her bra and tossed it in with the rest of her clothes. Her knickers followed, and then she was walking through the door to the main centre.
I knew being close behind her would be a good idea, so quickly unbuttoned my blue summer dress and shrugged it off. A few seconds later my bra and pantie had followed it into the locker, then my sandals went with them. It actually had no lock, but I guess that was why Captain Beefcake was on duty in the changing room.
Taking my form, I tip-toed through the second door. I found myself in a long room, painted white, with yet another door at the far end. What I saw first, though, was the half-dozen naked people lining each wall, stood facing it, feet apart, hands on heads.
Then I was aware of another attendant, a brunette this time, with a cropped pixie cut, also wearing a tight white coat that left nothing of her figure to the imagination. Her face was stony, even as she held out her dainty hand and said "your form".
I handed her the paper, which she unfolded and read briefly, before looking back to me. She took a marker pen from her top pocket. "Turn around" she ordered. Doing as I was told, I felt the cool felt tip nib on each buttock. "You're number 77" she said. "And that's all you'll answer to while you're here. That way we know you'll get the right treatment. We can't have you getting a public caning, if all you wanted was an OTK spanking!" . She chuckled at her own joke, before becoming serious again. "Although I do see that you want a bit of a session today. Starting with some corner time. Right then, I'll put you between our other two new arrivals. Over here!"
I turned and followed the woman, conscious of the curves of my body wobbling with every step. The attendant pointed at a gap between two other naked bodies. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it was the brunette! And the man wasn't bad, either, clearly no stranger to the gym.
"And are you waiting for Christmas?" The attendant's clipped tones brought me back to my own situation.
"No Miss" I said meekly, slipping into the gap and placing my palms on top of my head. I parted my chubby thighs, but not enough, as a pair of strong but feminine hands were soon between them, prising them further away from each other.
"No more modesty or dignity for you, trollop" she said, chuckling once again. "Every inch of your fat carcass is ours now! At least for the next couple of hours! Okay, time for you to go through Number 74!" She was suddenly gone, and from the corner of my eye I saw her grab the woman closest to the door by her blonde hair and drag her away out of the waiting room.
"Hi!"I turned at the soft voice next to me. I found myself looking into the loveliest pair of eyes I'd ever seen. "My name's Barb" she whispered.
"Hi, you can call me FSG" I replied, trying to control my breathing. Not easy, with my tits heaving as they were.
"And I'm Hondo" came a male voice from my other side. We both looked round at the man on my left. We looked at his face, then our eyes travelled down.
"And what's he called!" giggled Barb, as we admired his erection, so big it was almost touching the wall.
We all laughed, the tension easing slightly. "So" I finally said, "we're all in a bit of a fix here!"
"I certainly hope so!" Barb answered.
"What did you put on your forms?" asked Hondo.
"I'm really going for it today!" Barb said, the passion in her voice clear. "I put..."
"Numbers 75, 76 and 77! Did anyone tell you that you could chat?" Our conversation was abrubtly brought to a halt by the return of the short-haired attendant. Before we could apologise for our appalling behaviour, she passed down the line, giving each of us several hard slaps on our bottoms, making us squeal with pain. "Now shut the fuck up, and wait for your turn to have your arses flayed! And that goes for every single one of you bastards and bitches!" she announced to the whole waiting room. A barely audible chorus of shuffling feet and nervous coughing showed the message had got through.
The door opened to admit another new submissive, so she returned to her processing duties, leaving me to stare at the wall, listening to the heavy breathing of my new friends, and wondering if I'd gone in too deep this time...
Just asking?
Not sure that was the desired effect.
