Chapter 8: Jenny’s Hard Lesson

Meanwhile, trouble was brewing for Jenny. She received a text from her coach.

“Young lady, get over to my house, right now, if you want to stay on the team. And I mean - NOW!”

The festive mood among the team members ended in an instant as they all fell silent. None of the other players volunteered to go with their team captain. They slipped away and quietly went back to their homes, leaving Jenny to face whatever crisis she had to deal with alone.

Jenny dutifully went to Strickland’s house. Obviously unpleasantness awaited her, but she didn’t know what it would be.

It turned out Strickland knew how to access social media accounts and secretly followed a lot of her students’ online activities. For the most part it was a precautionary move to make sure the girls weren’t doing anything that would cause problems for the school or the team. Given that she had put so much effort into promoting Jenny and obtaining scholarships for her, the coach was especially interested in anything her team’s leader was doing while on-line. Within minutes after they were taken, the coach was alerted that Eveline’s pictures were being posted to a bunch of different social media accounts and personal blogs.

Strickland was totally furious that Jenny had made Eveline do all that stuff in the park and was trying to turn her into a naked Internet celebrity. Her reaction was not so much sympathy for Eveline as it was anger that Jenny was trying to usurp control of her house-guest and had undercut her authority.

“Listen, young lady! There is only one boss around here, and that’s me! Not you! Get it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You fucked up! You really fucked up and pissed me off! You know how I don’t like fuck-ups! You know that! And you know what happens to fuck-ups around here, don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“So let’s hear it! What happens to fuck-ups?”

“They ... we ... they ... uh ... get punished...”

“Exactly! So, get those clothes off and stand next to the wall! I’ll give you some time to think about fucking up, and what happens to stupid girl-jocks who piss off their coaches!”

Jenny reluctantly took off her clothes and positioned herself facing the wall. She had no choice in the matter, not if she cared about her future. Coach Strickland had nominated her for a full sports scholarship at the state’s most prestigious university. If she didn’t do what the coach told her, Strickland could rescind the recommendation and she’d have to pay for college herself. She’d go horribly into debt and end up working as a barista, just like most other students.

Jenny was worried that Coach Strickland might be planning to spank her with the paddle that she often used as the “motivator” during the team’s “remedial” practices. She was surprised when her mentor instead sat down on her sofa, grabbed her hand, and pulled her across her lap. Unfortunately for Jenny, she had just celebrated her 18th birthday a few weeks before. She was of legal age, so there was nothing to stop the coach from caressing her bare bottom. When she tried to tense up, the older woman ordered her to relax her muscles, or she would be kicked off the team. Given that tens of thousands of dollars of scholarship money was at stake, Jenny forced herself to relax and allow the coach to explore her thin muscular backside.

“Keep in mind you can get up and walk out the door any time you want, but if you do, don’t bother coming to practice anymore.”

Jenny started trembling with fear as the coach caressed her bottom, but did not dare move from the coach’s lap. Strickland was deeply satisfied as she continued fondling Jenny’s unprotected backside and re-asserted her dominance.

Jenny blushed with her body reacted to Strickland’s touches. She got wet as soon as she felt her mentor’s fingers exploring between her legs.

“Well, young lady. Don’t we have our interesting little secrets? Hmmm?”

The pleasurable sensations from Strickland’s fingertips didn’t last long. The coach rested her hand on Jenny’s bottom and commented:

“I’d imagine you think you’re getting a break, you know, with me spanking you with my hand. Well, not exactly. You see, young lady, I want to stretch this out as long as I can, and a paddle or strap would speed up our little discipline session. That’s not what I want. Besides, your scrawny little ass doesn’t give me much to work with. I want to take a nice, long hour or two. Give you plenty of time to think about how much you fucked up with your teammate, how much you pissed me off, and how you’re going to make it up to me.”

Jenny squealed and squirmed from the first hard slap on her bare bottom. It was just from Strickland’s hand, but she was incredibly strong and the swat stung like hell.

SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!!

The coach took her time, spanking very hard, but with the swats spaced apart so that Jenny could feel and appreciate each one. The girl squirmed, but she knew better than to try to get up or beg for mercy.

After nearly an hour, Coach Strickland stopped spanking. The student’s bottom was burning with pain, but so far she had managed not to cry. She was relieved that the spanking was finally over. Except that it wasn’t over at all. The coach had only stopped because she wanted to force the culprit to stand so she could swat her from a different angle. Jenny’s relief turned into despair when Strickland dragged one of her large living room chairs into the middle of the room and told the student to spread her legs, grab the back, and bend over. Strickland grabbed her shoulder to help steady her, and continued spanking. Jenny’s legs were shaking and her body heaved with sobs.

Finally, the physical part of her punishment concluded, but Coach Strickland was not finished. While Jenny stood crying and rubbing her sore backside as she tried to recover, the coach set up a camera on a tripod. She ordered Jenny to face the camera as soon as she quieted down and dried her tears.

“You seem to like pictures, so I’d like to take some nice ones of you. I’m sure, after what you posted of Eveline, you won’t mind at all, now will you?”

Coach Strickland took a series of pictures of her teary-eyed student, making sure both the girl’s face and her sore bottom appeared in as many of the photos as possible. She was surprised by how compliant Jenny had become during the photo-shoot: it was as though Strickland had totally broken her. Completely breaking Jenny was not exactly what Strickland was after. She always liked Jenny, and didn’t want to see her change. Also, the team captain would not be of any use to the other players if she remained in such a defeated mood.

What Coach Strickland wanted was to establish that only she was in control over what happened to Eveline and that her houseguest was not Jenny’s plaything. She also wanted to ensure that Jenny would delete Eveline’s pictures from her account as soon as she could get back on her computer. While it was true the pictures already had gone viral and hundreds of copies were circulating around the Internet, the coach figured there would be much less damage if the original source of the images was removed. The pictures would remain floating around and getting re-posted, but if no one knew where they came from, over time they would be buried among millions of other anonymous images of naked young women.