Sometime later Julia was gasping for fresh air in the confined space.  Her body was drenched in sweat and she desperately needed to relieve herself of all the coffee she had drunk that morning.  The weak kicks she had managed against the door had come to no avail.  Suddenly the barricade was dragged away from the locker and Julia whimpered as she was hauled out to face Diane who had taken off her biker jacket to reveal a black leather basque and gloves that reached beyond her elbows.

"Come on, we're going  for a workout," snapped Diane frog marching Julia into the gymnasium.  Seeing a possible chance to escape, Julia ran to the doors that lead to the playing fields.  She soon discovered to her dismay that they too were locked.  Diane came smirking up behind Julia and grabbed her round the middle, crushing her in a bear hug Just as Julia was becoming faint, she was dropped to the floor, where she lay coughing and groaning.  Diane stood over her prone victim, surveying her handywork whilst slowly stroking herself backwards and forwards between the legs with her riding crop. 

 

When she had got some of her breath back, Julia was roughly helped to her feet and ordered to run on the spot She felt utterly ridiculous.  Diane enjoyed whipping Julia across the back of the legs every time she started slacking.  Next, Diane ordered the performance of press-ups and mocked as the exhausted Julia could only manage three or four. 

"You'd better get your breath back, because we haven't even started yet," the leather clad gym instructor said scornfully.  She put her arms round Julia to lift her up, firmly squeezing her breasts as she did so and pushed her toward several thick ropes that hung from a beam near the ceiling.  Julia was limping slightly as her bare feet were becoming chafed and sore inside her boots.

"Get up to the top of that rope," she was ordered, "and I'll be waiting for you if you don't make it."

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