Thread: The Gym Teacher (LataxCnt)

The man stood behind her, pressing his chest into her back, and his sheathed member into the crack of her ass. He knew she wouldn't say anything though, he was in a position of power over her, and he was in complete control of the situation. His large arms wrapped around her, and he shook his head as she tried to be blunt with him. Learn how to bat at least, then maybe you won't be so fucking useless. He said bluntly. He ran a tight ship, and if there was anything that he hated, it was wasted space on any of his teams. Gemma was wasted space. She seldom played, he didn't have any confidence in her game, and she was more focused on being beautiful and looking good as opposed to playing for the betterment of the team. He had a tight grip on the girl, and when he tossed the softball into the air, he showed her how to swing the bat, making sure he was as hands on as he needed to be. By this point, they were alone on this side of the campus. After a few moments of her not trying though, Clyde was getting upset with her. Her sweat was starting to soak through her shirt and it was starting to wet the front of his own shirt, and the man stopped to smell her hair and her neck. It was an odd gesture for sure, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. His hand controlled the bat in her hands, and his hands also controlled her body. Unlike Sugar, he wasn't focused on her workout, he was focused on her ability to contribute to his team. Sure, joining the team was a graduation requirement, but he needed the utmost respect and at least an attempt to participate in the team's activity. She wasn't doing that though, and he was planning on teaching her a lesson. Too long had she just been skating by, and with their first game coming up, he wanted to know that she would be able to help the team if he needed her to. In order to be good at this sport, you have to know the bat. Feel the bat. Be one with the bat. He spoke, his words not making much sense. The look of confusion on her face told him that she felt the same confusion as he meant. Shaking his head, he smiled. Let me show you. He said, as he gripped the back of her shorts and her panties, yanking them down to her knees. As much as she tried to fight, he had a good hold on her. Forcing her against he chain link backdrop, which was a fairly short distance from home plate, he pressed her there with a fair amount of force. He was holding the bat in one hand, and he had a sick smile on his face, not that she could see it. From there, he pulled her away from the chain link backdrop, holding her up with one arm. Putting a little force on her back, he forced her into a hunched over position, her legs supporting her, but apart. Her panties were visible in her shorts around her knees. His cock had since perked up, nearly forgetting about Sugar for the moment, and it strained against his tight shorts, pressing into her bare ass. Let me show you how to be one with the bat. He said, as he manipulated the bat ever so slightly, pressing the small end against her sex with a fair amount of force. He had to do some serious manipulation, as the bat had a fairly large rounded end, before it started transitioning to the handle and the barrel of the bat. He needed to get the rounder end of the small side of the bat inside of her, before he could start actually showing her. Tilting it so that half of the small end was inside of her, he forcefully thrust the rest of it inside of her. Her days of just skating by unnoticed were over.