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Fit for Anything, Part four.
fantasy fiction by Christine Stevenson.
Copyright 1986-1998 Christine and David Stevenson.


After a not altogether restful siesta, with my personal masseur
Raymond, I applied my mind to Nigel's itinerary for the
afternoon.

According to Nurse Crisp, Nigel had moaned and begged constantly
throughout his stint on the rowing machine; at one point
actually grovelling on the floor at her feet, begging for
leniency. I decided to personally supervise him for the
afternoon.

I had him brought back to the exercise room, and was gratified
to see him wearing his white overall. As I am sure you are
aware, hospital gowns leave no room for modesty, which does help
enhance the authority of my staff.

Nigel had a distinctly worried look on his face, and I can only
assume it had something to do with the birch twigs I had in my
hand. I decided to put his mind at rest, and explained that they
were for the sauna - later!

I then informed him that his first task would be one hundred
press-ups, to be performed at my feet so that I could better
supervise.

I placed his head between my legs, where I felt sure he would be
able to hear me count. I was very soon aware of similar problems
to those Nurse Crisp had experienced with Nigel in the morning
session.

He had done exactly ten press-ups, and even these were not
executed properly, when he started to beg me to be lenient with
him.

Due to the fact that my feet were so close to his mouth, one
can only assume that it was for this reason that he hit upon the
idea of kissing them to lend more weight to his pleas.

It was at this point, however, that I became aware of his
obvious sexual arousal. It was poking indecently from beneath
the gown as he squirmed on the floor.

Such an indulgence is bad for discipline and therefore not
permitted to the inmates in my establishment.

It was also obvious to me that he must have been sneaking the
odd glance up my skirt, and that the pretence of trying to do
his press-ups was nothing more than an excuse to rub his body
against the floor for some kind of gratification.

Part five tomorrow - Meantime you can read the whole story 
at http://www.mschristine.com/fit.html

sincerely, Christine
The Fem Dom Training Software. Runs on all computers (Macs too!) 
Advises on how best to train your husband/lover. 
http://www.mschristine.com/program.html 
mailto:program@Ms-Christine.com



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