Message-ID: <17364eli$9811192024@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: Fit for Anything, Part five Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36470e5d.79270241@news.telepac.pt> Fit for Anything, Part five. fantasy fiction by Christine Stevenson. Copyright 1986-1998 Christine and David Stevenson. There are many cures for this particular type of problem, but I tend to favour a short sharp shock at the first offence. I leaned over him and grabbing a sizeable hank of his hair, marched him smartly to the shower room, placed him in a cubicle and turned the cold water full on. One of the many good things about my establishment, is that we are blessed with extremely good water pressure. Needless to say, after several sharp intakes of breath, Nigel's enthusiasm subsided. I told him to dry himself off, hang his gown up to dry and report back to me in the exercise room. Unfortunately he had to do so naked, because for some inexplicable reason, we are always running short of cotton gowns! When he returned he found me sitting on the vaulting horse, leaning on one of the hand grips, legs crossed. He started to walk towards me, but I told him to crawl, with his body flat on the floor. We all know how fit soldiers are and I suggested it would be a good starting exercise, especially as the press-ups had proved too much for him. He obeyed as best he could, but his flesh tended to act as a suction pad on the floor, and progress was quite slow. I was moved to a small round of applause upon completion of this task. I do find encouragement an essential part of my treatment. "Well Nigel, I do hope we won't have any repeats of your furtive behaviour," I said as I recrossed my legs. He seemed to twitch visibly as nylon rubbed against nylon. "You will commence running on the spot, until I tell you to stop. Begin." The whole of his body wobbled and bobbed as he attempted, what could best be described as a very slow trot, while his hands attempted to cover himself and maintain some decency. "Come on Nigel. You can do better than that! Knees up - one, two, one two........ you came to me just in time - in my professional opinion, you are just about salvageable." My few words of encouragement lifted his spirits momentarily, but he soon fell back into his slow trot again, as soon as I finished speaking. Nevertheless, he managed to keep it up for twenty minutes, and I felt things were improving enough for him to try a little weight training. Part six tomorrow - Meantime you can read the whole story at http://www.mschristine.com/fit.html -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----