Page 18 of Training Maisy

Chapter 12

Carter grunted as he returned the two-hundred-fifty-pound barbell he was lifting back to the rack. He knew he should take it a little easy, especially since his session was Maisy was coming up soon. Or maybe that was the reason he was working himself to his bones, pushing himself to the limit in a bid to wipe the events of the day before out of his mind. It clearly wasn’t working, because he could still picture with clarity the look on her face when he had held her hands caged between his, the way she had looked aroused then. He cursed as he realized he was now sporting a hard-on. Ignoring it, he moved to the speed bag and started punching it, but he hadn’t been at it long when he stopped, realizing he was more than likely to end up with a black eye since he couldn’t concentrate at all on what he was doing. How the hell one woman managed to get him so worked up he had no idea, but he was worked up. It wasn’t the first time he had felt the faint stirrings of sexual attraction to a client. But he had always managed to keep things professional, at least until now. Now, not only had things gotten unprofessional very fast, but he also wanted to keep it that way. Wanted to find out how she would take it if his palms were slapping her bare ass without the protection of her exercise shorts, or if it was a rope holding her hands far above her head while he shoved his cock into her mouth . . .

The sound of the door opening wrenched Carter out of the darkly erotic turn his mind had taken. Not that it helped much as standing there was the subject of his fantasy, and he felt his cock give a small jump.

“Good morning,” she greeted him gaily, dropping her workout bag on the floor.

“Morning,” he answered gruffly.

“So, what are we doing this morning?” she asked, and he wondered why she was feeling so peppy.

“Need to check how far along we’ve come,” he replied, motioning her to where the weighing machine was at the corner of the room.

“Oh, okay,” Maisy answered, and her exuberance dropped a notch. Carter remembered how bad she had felt when her last weigh-in showed almost no improvement. “Don’t worry. Like I said, what matters is that you’re working at it. Trust me, your body is going to catch up to your workout soon.”

“Okay, I guess,” Maisy said, trying to force a note of cheer into her voice. She took off her shoes and got on the scale. Then watched with bated breath as the dial spun back and forth before coming to stop. At first, she looked at the figure it was showing her, almost unable to believe her eyes. And then she shrieked and turned around, launching herself at Carter who caught her in the air.

“Two-hundred-thirty-eight pounds! It says I am now 238 pounds! Can you believe that?” she screamed at Carter, hugging him hard, laughing and clearly happy. Carter just nodded at her, understanding her reason for doing a victory dance. He knew she was just happy at what was clearly a big milestone in her bid to hit her target weight, and while he was happy for her, all he could think about was the curves of her breasts currently pressed against his chest. His hand was currently under her ass, and if he moved her down a few inches, that ass would be right on top of his cock. His erect cock.

Carter quickly put her down and took a step back. “That’s great news, and I hope that’s enough incentive to push you to work harder.”

“Actually,” Maisy said in a low, sultry voice, “I think I liked the last incentive better.”

Carter didn’t need any interpretation to know what she was talking about, neither did he need any crystal ball to know if he did that, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself at just a kiss. “Come on, Maisy, no more teasing. And start stretching.”

“You know, I liked it better when you called me baby girl,” Maisy said as she dropped to the floor and started stretching.

Carter looked down at her in surprise, now wondering if she was trying to flirt with him. Was he really going to do this? Was he really planning on having a sexual relationship with a client? He knew she wanted him. But then he had to wonder if she would want what he had to offer her, and if she didn’t, was it worth it, sacrificing his professional relationship just to satisfy his lust? He was still thinking about this when Maisy stood up, apparently having finished her stretching.

“Okay, get on the cycling machine; today’s workout is going to be fast-paced. So, hope you have a lot of energy because I expect complete commitment.”

“And what if I don’t do that? What are you going to do, spank me?” Maisy asked coyly, looking him right in the eye. Deep inside, she was shocked she had even said such a thing. Sure, she was thinking it, but where had the courage to say it come from? She blamed it on the high from finding out she had lost that amount of weight, but now that she had said it, she had no choice but to stand her ground.

Carter stared at her for a few seconds, as if he was mulling over something. Then he smiled, and Maisy got scared, and hot. The smile was blatantly sexual, and she knew he was teasing her. He walked towards her, in slow. determined strides, like a predator stalking his prey, and Maisy shivered from the wave of testosterone emanating from him. He was six-feet of pure, erotic bliss, and he knew she wanted him. He stopped right in her front, and then leaning, whispered into her ear,

“You’re playing with fire, baby girl. You ready to feel the flames?”

Maisy swallowed hard, knowing her answer would determine how things played out from here. But her mind had been made up long before now; it was time she started having fun again. Time to try things with the potential to make her happy. With a confidence in her eyes that belied the nervous pounding in her heart, she stepped up to him. Close enough that her breasts brushed against his chest. “What do you think?”

Carter looked down at her, then held her face in his hands. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, I do,” Maisy answered without a single pause. She trusted him not to hurt her because she was never giving him that chance. She may be giving him her body, but her heart remained firmly behind the barricade she had put around it.

“Then know that I would never physically harm you,” Carter said, communicating to her with his eyes as much as his words.

“I know,” Maisy replied, then was lost for words as Carter reached down and slammed his mouth against hers. The kiss was brutal, strong, and showed that Carter was totally in charge, not that Maisy minded much. He raked his eyes over her whole body, and the look couldn’t have been more blatantly sexual even if she was unclothed. Her nipples peaked, her legs felt weak, and she knew this was probably the most aroused she had been in her entire life. Then Carter stepped back, assuming a causal, if somewhat regal pose, and said, “Drop down and give me thirty pushups.”

Maisy couldn’t have been more shocked if he had slammed her straight with a sock full of coins. She stammered as she tried to figure out how they had gone from toe- curling kiss to pushups. But the look on his face brooked no argument, and she grudgingly fell to her knees. Placing her palms on the floor, he began to go up and down with her, making sure her back was horizontal to the ground as he had taught her before. She got to twenty-five before she suddenly felt herself start to falter. Her back was no longer as straight as when she started, and she was spending too much time going back down. The kiss that was all she could think about mere three minutes ago, was now totally forgotten.

“Come on, lower, lower. Keep that head straight,” Carter instructed, and Maisy struggled to obey. Then her back went ramrod straight as she heard a crack, and felt something slap her ass to accompany the sound of the crack. She was still struggling to understand what had just happened when Carter spanked her again. Then, so she was clear what he expected of her, he said, “And I’m going to keep this up till you get to forty.”

She opened her mouth to tell him she was supposed to get to just thirty and felt another crack, this time just underneath the curve of her ass. It was painful, sort of, but more than that, it was sexually thrilling. Pushing herself up, Maisy continued her exercise, cringing when she felt the crack of whatever Carter was using to spank her on her ass, her thighs, her legs whenever she faltered or made a mistake. But soon Maisy found herself deliberately doing things that made Carter spank her, again and again. Each slap was on a different spot, each one a little bit harder than the former, till Maisy knew she would be sporting a few marks by now.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Carter ordered, then stood by as he watched her get to her feet. She stood in front of him, with her arm muscles really aching, and even her upper chest felt the burn from all the pushups she just did. But Maisy felt the ache most between her legs, and this ache wasn’t because of the pushups, but rather because of the thorough spanking she just got from Carter. She looked at his hand and saw him holding what appeared to be a leather paddle, the surface smooth and wide. Her first thought was where the hell had he gotten it? Then she thought to herself that maybe he brought it with him today, which meant he had come here planning on using it on her. Or maybe he just so happened to have a paddle lying around, which meant he probably did this to other women, too.

Then every thought left Maisy’s mind as Carter wrapped his hands around her waist to slip them into her gym shorts, cupping her ass around her panties. It seemed like he was massaging where he had just spanked, and Maisy felt her bones turn to goo as his hands swept up and down her ass. Then his thumb brushed the bottom end of her pussy from the back, and Maisy moaned loudly as she clutched his chest and plastered her body against his. A move that allowed her to feel every inch of the erection resting between Carter’s legs. Maisy rubbed her thighs against it, hoping to punish him a little like he was doing to her. But apart from a slight increase in breath and a jerk of his engorged cock, Carter barely acknowledged the contact.

With his hand still in her ass crack, his thumb just barely edging her pussy from the back, he leaned in close to her. “If you can complete fifty sit-ups without stopping, I’ll put my tongue where my thumb is.”

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