Chapter 4: Quality Time with Coach Strickland

Finally, after a grueling three hours, the coach released her players for the evening. She ordered Eveline to stay behind. As soon as the other girls were out of sight, the coach picked up her discipline paddle and told the student to move several basketballs to one of the free-throw lines.

Eveline picked up a basketball and glanced at the paddle. She knew what was coming. She knew that she had contributed to the team’s most recent loss by missing several free-throws and the only solution was remedial practice. The poor performance with the free-throws would not be repeated during the next game.

“We’re gonna spend some quality time and you’re gonna get this right. Lots and lots of free-throws. Lots of concentration, and I’ll keep you focused. We’ll see what you’re doing wrong, and we will have a remedial challenge. The rule is very simple. Every missed free-throw gets you two swats, one on each cheek. Whenever you get a basket, you’ll get a reprieve on the next miss. Make enough good free-throws, and you could, in theory, end up walking out of here with no swats at all. To pull that off, you’d need to get at least half your shots. I’d like to see it happen that way. So focus on each shot. Think about what you are doing. Picture how the ball will leave your hands and how it will move, its launch and path for success.”

Eveline took a deep breath, positioned herself, and threw her first ball. She made a terrible throw, but somehow landed the basket by pure luck. Using the same technique, she missed the second throw. And the third. With tears in her eyes she put her hands on her knees and closed her eyes.

POP!!! POP!!!

Within seconds, two pink circles appeared and darkened on the pale skin of her sweaty bottom. She took a deep breath and stood up, resisting the urge to rub where she had just been hit.

“OK ... let’s try this again. Take a look at what I’m doing, and replicate.”

The coach positioned her hands on the ball, made sure the student saw what she was doing, and launched it. It rose and fell in a graceful arch and passed through the net, without touching the rim of the hoop.

“Watch again.”

Another graceful shot and another perfect basket.

“Alright, your turn.”

Eveline’s fourth and fifth shots went in. She missed the sixth and seventh shots.

POP!!! POP!!!

“Tell me what you’re doing wrong.”

“I...”

“Facing me, standing straight, hands at your side, and looking me in the eye when you speak.”

Eveline stood as straight as she could as she tried to hold back her tears and control her breathing. She answered the coach’s question as best she could, self-criticizing her throwing technique, while the older woman admired her body and resisted the urge to run her fingertips over her student’s trembling breasts.

“Good... “ the coach tapped the paddle against her left palm “ ... let’s continue.”

For the next 30 minutes the only sounds coming from the gym were the bangs of the basketball hitting the floor or bouncing against the hoop. About once every minute or so that was interrupted with:

POP!!! POP!!!

By the time the remedial session ended, Eveline’s free-throws had improved, but her bottom was quite red and sweat was pouring down her body. For Strickland’s tastes, the student was about as sexy as she could be; her skin drenched in sweat, her worried expression as she gasped for breath, her trembling chest moving as she breathed, and above all else, the deep pink covering her naked bottom. Strickland badly wanted her.

Eveline’s emotions were in turmoil as well. The spank-practice was a scary experience, but in a strange way: it made her feel very alive. She was exhausted, not from lack of sleep, but from pushing her physical limits. For someone living under constant stress at home but not being able to do anything about it, it actually felt good.

They picked up the basketballs and put everything away. Eveline stayed naked during clean-up and the older woman continued to admire her pale sweaty body and the pink paddle marks on her bottom, which were just starting to fade.

When they returned to the locker room Strickland decided to take a shower and got undressed. When she saw was Strickland was doing, Eveline stood and waited. She had never seen her coach take off her clothes before and was curious to see what her body looked like. Strickland noticed Eveline looking at her with anticipation as she pulled off her underwear.

Hmmm ... this is certainly interesting, she thought to herself.

Strickland had never been married, but throughout her life she had enjoyed relationships with both men and women. She was completely bi-sexual. Generally she found women’s bodies more pleasant to look at than men’s bodies, but that depended entirely on the individual. As for Eveline, there was no question she was very much attracted to her troubled student. So, it greatly pleased her to note Eveline’s fascinated expression as she finished taking off her clothes.

Strickland was, in every way, bigger than Eveline. She was almost six feet tall and had thick muscular thighs and arms toned from years of exercising. She had large breasts that were just starting to show the effects of the passing years. For the most part her body still looked really good, even though she had just passed her 45th birthday.

Strickland knew size and strength would allow her to easily over-power her student. And, that had been the case with most of the lovers throughout her life, to include most of the men. She loved using her physique to dominate her partners, physically and psychologically.

When the two women went into the shower, Strickland noticed Eveline’s eyes continuing to scan her body. She decided to break the silence.

“Eveline, just don’t let your teammates down in the next game, and you’ll be fine. That’s all I’m asking of you. Don’t let your teammates down. That’s what I’m trying to fix. For your sake, more than anyone else. There’s nothing better in life than to have people rely on you, and knowing that you’ll come through for them.”