“Did I ask you to get on with your workout, or did I ask you a question?”
Livia bites her lower lip, sensing that she’s crossed a line. “Sorry, daddy. You asked me a question. Twice now, daddy.”
I point to the center of the room. “Off the bike, and go over there, please. Kneel on the floor.”
Livia stares at the spot on the mats and then back at me, her eyes wide. She hesitates. Then she slips from the bike seat and walks quickly to the center of the room, head down.
Blushing furiously.
Her pink cheeks remind me how cute her ass looks after a spanking, and a ripple of pleasure goes through me.
When Livia’s settled into place, I raise my voice slightly so it carries to everyone in the room. “I’d like you all to please observe that my trainee, Livia, is kneeling in the center of the room for punishment.”
Everyone’s allowed to look at my sub. Everyone’s allowed to witness her punishment. On the floor, Livia blushes harder. She was curious about this when she first started at Dom Fitness, and now she gets to find out what it feels like for herself. Now’s the perfect time as the gym is almost empty, and I won’t draw it out too long. Just long enough.
To my right, I see that Amelia has redoubled her efforts on the bike, because if Livia’s being punished, then she’s definitely going to catch it from Dom.
I stand in front of Amelia, my arms folded, gazing down at Livia kneeling on the mat. She risks a peep up at me, her eyes widen, and then she drops her gaze again.
“Livia. Do you know why you’re being corrected?”
She takes a deep breath. “Because I wasn’t doing what I’m here to do, which is workout.”
“Do you know why that’s important?”
“By not following the rules I’m distracting everyone who’s trying to be good.”
“And what are you going to do now?”
She’s witnessed this happen to other subs so often that she knows what comes next, and she winces. “Now I’m going to apologize to everyone and promise to do better.”
I nod. “Off you go.”
Livia gets to her feet, and I watch closely as she approaches each of the trainees in the gym, making sure they’re as respectful to her as she is to them.
Their responses are murmured “Okay, Livias” or “Thank you, Livias.” Their expressions are mostly sympathetic, because they’ve all been through the same thing themselves and know how embarrassing it is.
When she reaches Dom, she visibly quails. Dom has his arms folded and he’s a foot taller and his shoulders a foot wider than she is. He’s also glaring at her with an expression that could melt metal.
Dom stays silent as Livia stumbles through her apology, then he gives her a silent nod, and she scurries back to me and kneels before me again.
“Is there anything else you want to say, bunny?” I ask in a softer tone.
“Sorry, daddy.”
“Anything else?”
“Thank you, daddy.”
I hunker down on my heels so we’re eye to eye and I cup her cheek. “What did you learn today?”
“That I should focus on my workout when I’m here, because it’s not time to chat, it’s time to work.”
“What else?”
She looks confused for a moment, and I glance meaningfully over at Dom and Amelia, who are working through the same thing that we are, only with more huffs and eyerolls from Amelia.
“Oh—not to distract other subs from their workouts and get them into trouble?”
I nod. “That’s right.”
My hand is still against her cheek and she looks so deliciously penitent that I want to lean forward and slant my mouth over hers. Livia seems to know what I’m thinking.
“It’s a shame about the rules, isn’t it, daddy?” Livia whispers, her eyes getting back their sparkle. “That you can’t kiss me here.”
My mouth twitches, and I notice how she’s squirming where she sits. I whisper, “Are you horny, little bunny?”
Livia nods, a shy smile on her face.
I raise my voice back to normal level, and she jumps. “You should have thought of that before you were disobedient. Back on that bike.”
“Yes, daddy,” she squeaks, scrambling to her feet and hurrying to obey.
A moment later, once she’s settled, I pause to check the settings on her bike and murmur in her ear, “We’ll finish this at home.”
Livia blushes again, but from pleasure, this time.
She finishes her workout and hits the showers, and Dom and I close up the gym and change back into our street clothes. Livia’s waiting for me in the foyer and I take her hand and we walk the short distance to her apartment.
As soon as we get in the front door and I close it behind me, Livia falls to her knees. She presses her face against my thighs.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry. I know you’re mad at me. I deserved that.”