Chapter 6: Lydia Spanked by Her Hot Coach

Lydia Murphy
I felt so amazing. I pulled out Kate Miller’s purple panties from my skirt’s pocket. I stroked the black lace trimming the dainty garment. I had fucked her in the bathroom. Well, she had ridden my girl-cock. I had pumped the hottest cheerleader’s pussy full of cum.

That had been a treat. Just a real delight to enjoy. I had hosed her down.

I was late to first period. My gym class must be well underway, but I wouldn’t get in trouble. Coach Natasha Barnes wouldn’t stay mad at me. No, no. Thanks to my wishes I made to my futa-genie, she would be all over me.

I would have the hot, Black gym coach do such naughty things to me. I quivered in delight, my clit throbbing and wanting to turn into a futa-dick. I brought Kate’s panties to my nose and breathed in.

I loved the scent of them. I sniffed them. As I inhaled the tart aroma of Kate’s pussy, I stared at the rings adorning my fingers. They were a tad gaudy since all the stones were different. I used to have ten, but I had given two away. I had two concubines. Maybe Kate would make number three.

Who knew.

I just was feeling so amazing as I reached the girls’ locker room and headed inside. I slipped the panties into my backpack. I wanted to hum. To sing. I wished Amina was here so I could give her a thank you blowjob.

“Give someone a ring, and I can appear,” Amina said. “Then you can give me that thank you BJ. It’ll be so hot, Mistress Lydia. Just lit! Ooh, I can’t wait!”

I smiled at the futa-genie talking to my mind. She seemed to be able to read my thoughts. Maybe I should be mad about that, but she did give me a big futa-dick. And that was an amazing thing, wasn’t it. This big and throbbing girl-cock that I could grow.

It was amazing. And the sex I was having. With my hot mom, Mrs. Jiménez, my sister, and now the sexiest cheerleader in school. All my lesbian fantasies were coming to live in such a kinky way. I never thought I would be doing it with a futa-dick.

Sure, a strap-on, but not alive cock.

I passed through the serpentine entrance into the girls’ locker room. There was no one in here. I had it all to myself. That was creepy. It was so quiet. It wasn’t filled with the noisy chatter of sexy girls. A tableau of hot teenagers stripping naked for my perverse enjoyment. I loved being a sophomore in high school.

I undid my gray bow tie. At Stonewall Prep, we had to wear uniforms. For girls, that meant a cute bow tie that matched our pleated skirts. We also had a white blouse with the school’s coat of arms over our hearts. We could wear gray cardigans, too, but it was still early in the year.

I unbuttoned my blouse. I wasn’t wearing any bra. I had forgone my underwear. I was going commando today. I wanted to have fun. I opened my locker and hung my blouse up in there. Then off came my skirt which I folded and hung from the same wire hanger. I took off my shoes and slipped off my socks.

I sat naked on the bench, my shaved pussy quivering. I could just go out naked. I had made an exhibitionist wish, but ... My cheeks burned. I wasn’t sure I was up to have sex before people. I mean, the back of the bus was one thing, but there would be boys in the class.

Lots and lots of boys.

I shuddered and grabbed the gray bloomers from my gym bag. I pulled those on. They were like thick panties. They hugged our rumps and left our legs completely bare. You were supposed to wear panties beneath, but...

I didn’t.

Then I pulled on my athletic t-shirt. It had a V-neck cut since I was a girl. Not enough to show off any cleavage, of course, but it had some shape to it. It hugged me pretty well, gripping my boobs. My nipples poked against the material.

I felt so naughty in them.

I stood, my boobs bouncing beneath my t-shirt. I shuddered at how that felt. My nipples throbbed against the material. I shivered and marched out of the locker room, my boobs quivering with this delectable bounce.

I loved it.

I hummed as I left the locker room. The entrance to the gym lay between the girls’ and boys’ locker rooms. I opened the door. Everyone was running laps around the perimeter. They were jogging in different clusters. Some were barely trying and others were really into it.

“Lydia Murphy!” Coach Barnes shouted. Then she blew her whistle. “Get over here right now!”

“Yes, Coach Barnes,” I said and jogged through a gap of students, heading to her. My boobs bounced and nipples throbbed.

She was a gorgeous Black woman with deep, ebony skin that stood out against the white tank top she wore. It hugged her round boobs. The straps to her gray sports bra peeked out as she faced me. She had on the same bloomers, her legs toned and gorgeous. She must have shaved this morning, because they looked so silky smooth.

Maybe she waxed?

That would be hot.

She stared at me then at my tits. She quivered as she looked at them. My nipples poked at the materiel. I bet the pink hue was even bleeding through the thin t-shirt a bit. I loved how the material clung to my boobs and the lust shining in her eyes.

“Lydia, Lydia, Lydia,” she said, this throaty cadence entering her voice. “My, my, you are looking...” She shook her head. “But you were late. You can’t be late to my class. Do you have a good excuse?”

“Nope,” I said, clasping my hands behind my back and standing there in such a coquettish fashion. “I was very, very naughty, Coach Barnes. I was doing wicked things. That’s why I’m late.”

She flicked her tongue over her plump lips. She touched absently at her hair. She wore it as cornrows she pulled back to a puffy ball at the nape of the neck. Her breasts rose and fell as she stared at my young body.

“I need to write you up for that,” she said. “Come with me.” She looked around. “Anna, you’re in charge!”

“Yes, Coach Barnes,” a nerdy girl said who was jogging. She was a level-headed cutie I wouldn’t mind fucking.

Coach Barnes walked ahead of me, her steps brisk. I felt everyone eyes on me. They were all gossiping about me. I bet I was making all the girls so horny as I followed Coach Barnes out of the gym, my boobs jiggling.

My clit burned to turn into a futa-dick. That ass she had was gorgeous. So plump. It rippled as she walked, her hips swaying. I loved how she moved beneath it. That was just an amazing sight. I couldn’t wait to fuck her.

Ooh, I would enjoy her Black booty.

She left the gym and headed to the girls’ locker room. That was where her office lay. She marched inside and opened the door to her office. She had such a stern look on her face, but I could see that she was eager to get me alone.

“Late because you were being naughty,” she said, closing the door behind her. “I bet you were. Just being a dirty, little schoolgirl. You’re all such sluts just prancing around here. You’re not even wearing a bra, are you.”

“No,” I purred. “That’s against the school’s dress code, isn’t it?”

“Damn straight,” she said. “Take that top off right now. I have to document how you’re flaunting the rules.”

“Mmm,” I said as she snagged her phone off her desk. “You want to see if I’m wearing a bra, huh, coach?”

“I know you’re not,” she said and swiped the screen of her phone. She had Samsung Galaxy. A big one. She aimed it right at me.

z I ripped up the front of my t-shirt and flashed my round and perky tits at my coach. The Black woman shuddered as her phone flashed, taking a picture. She wiggled her hips from side to side, tapping her screen again.

FLASH!

Another pic of my underage titties. I shuddered at how wild this was. My wish was such an exciting thing. I was so glad to do this. I ripped my t-shirt all the way off, my fiery hair spilling around my shoulders.

“I bet you’re not wearing panties, either,” she said.

I grinned at her and shoved down the front of my bloomers to flash my shaved pussy dripping with my juices, my clit begging to grow into a futa-dick. She stared down at me then shuddered. She tapped her screen again.

FLASH!

I shuddered at that burst of light. A wave of heat rushed through me. It was so exciting having her taking my picture like that. She licked her lips as I shoved off my shorts the rest of the way. When should I spring the futa-cock on her?

How much fun should I have with her before that magical moment.

“You are such a bad, bad girl,” she said. “You need to be discipline, but I don’t think detention is the way with you.”

“Oh,” I purred. “Are you going to suspend me?” I cupped my breasts. “Then you would miss out on these for a few days.”

“I was thinking a more ... direct form of punishment.” She flicked her tongue over her lips. “Bend over the desk. You need to be spanked.”

I was shocked by how wet that made me. My cunt clenched as this wave of heat rushed through me. I quivered there and bent over my desk. I shivered in delight as I wiggled my rump on the desk. This was such a wild moment.

“I’ve been so naughty,” I purred as I lay bent over the desk. “You have to punish me, Coach Barnes.”

“Yes, I do,” she said, stroking her hand over my rump. “Mmm, you have such a pale ass. I can’t believe how much I want to do this. I don’t normally want to spank girls. But you ... You’re so delicious, Miss Murphy.”

Her hand pulled away from my rump. I couldn’t believe how excited I was to be spanked. I quivered here, my heart racing. It beat a thousand times in my chest. It was so wild. I quivered here as she drew back. Then her hand cracked down.

SMACK!

She spanked me.

I gasped at the feel of her hand slapping down on my rump. My eyes bulged at the feel of her hand smacking down on me. This was so wild. I groaned with the delight of it. I shuddered here, savoring the heat that melted down to my cunt. To my clit. It was such an amazing delight.

“Coach Barnes,” I moaned. “Yes, yes, I was so wicked. I fucked a girl in the bathroom.”

SMACK!

“You little harlot!” the coach gasped while my ass burned.

SMACK!

“I can’t believe you were doing something so wrong instead of suiting up for my PE class!”