After Practice

This delectable story was written for me by MCM, whom I miss dearly…

The smell of liniment and leather, deodorant and shampoo. The odd item of clothing here and there, discarded or forgotten on and under benches. Left there by girls in a hurry to get to the bus, to their lift, or to walk home. One girl though, has not yet left.

The girl, shall we call her “L”, won’t be going home for a little while yet either. Her soccer coach has other plans for her. The quiet of the room is shattered by another meaty SMACK! as Coach’s big palm makes contact with her cotton panty-clad bottom. Pert and upended as it is across her Coach’s knee. A big hand pushes into the small of her back to keep her there as she bucks and jolts against each scalding strike from his right hand. The coach takes his time in disciplining L; he’s a man that loves his work. And she has been lax of late — she needs this as much as he does. “BAD, bad, girl” come the words from his mouth, in a crisp, English accent; accentuating every smack of her rapidly reddening bum. He smiles as he lays into her, feeling his cock unwinding under her belly as she lies prone over his lap. He looks down and enjoys the sight — her regulation shorts, discarded on the floor; taken off quite a while before this moment. Before he made her run laps of the pitch outside, in her white panties and vest, her dark blue knee socks pulled up just so and her cleats still on her feet. How humiliating for her! But he had been very, very persuasive. He had stood and barked at her as she ran around, red faced but still lily white assed, enjoying his power over her. Then some push ups to redden that face further before he marched her inside for the lecture of a lifetime. She had stared at her feet as he shouted at her and told her his plans to improve her attitude. The tears had not quite arrived by then — but they were in the post.

“Get up, girl. NOW!” he commands. The beaten girl across his lap stands to attention in front of him, her hands in front of her knickered crotch.

“Hands on head”….. she obeys, reluctantly. “I think it’s time these came down, girl. You have lost your rights to humility with today’s performance”. Her bottom lip quivering as he reaches out and slowly puts his fingers into the waistband of her cotton panties — and draws them slowly down. Down to reveal her bare, puffy pussy. And something else; a glistening thread from her cunt to her panties, giving her away. Her face glows bright red as she sees the malice in his eyes…“You are not supposed to be enjoying this, my girl — get back over my knee!”

Secured once more, L is treated to a sound and solid spanking on her bare, blushing bottom. Tears flow now as her ass glows white hot. Her cheeks quivering under his hand, each blow exciting nerve endings in her ass and cunt, pushing her closer to the edge — and he knows it. Fingers suddenly arrive at her aching pussy lips, smearing her cum around as he tells her over and over what a bad girl she has been. Her legs spread wide and lewdly now as he jams two fingers into her and pinches her clit alternately. His thumb begins to rub at her asshole, wet with her juices, finding its way in….. and as she cums in wave after wave, he grins and luxuriates in her orgasms, and ponders whether he will unload his own cum into her ass or cunt when his fingers have had their fun.

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