Thread: The Gym Teacher (LataxCnt)

It was clear that Sugar was the new girl and school. He hadn't seen her try out for any teams, nor had he seen before. It was the first week of school, and most of the girls were already aware of who he was and what he did. At least, they had heard some rumors of who he was and what he did. Most of the girls whom he had had private sessions with ended up doing big things in the way of sports or dead unfortunately, but most had at least left the school for one reason or another. Normally inside of his office, he never watched the girls change or abuse the fact that he was in the middle of their locker room. He mostly just did his work, glancing up from time to time to see that there was no fights, and then went back to work designing plays, making lesson plans, or simply just browsing the internet. His blinds were closed for the most part, except for rare occasions when they would open up and make sure that there was nothing go on. He didn't have a view on the showers from his office, but he did have a good view of most of the rows of lockers. When she made her way into his office, he moved towards the door and locked it, making sure that no one would bug them during their time in there. He had more power in the school than some of the other teachers, and he was pretty well respected by most of his peers. Still, he ran a tight ship, making sure that each student that came to his class got a good workout, got sweaty, and was bettering themselves as athletes. It was how he had so many winning teams. Their school was a perennial dynasty when it came to athletics and all of the trophies and plaques backed the claim up. When she spoke, the man crained his neck for just a second. There was no way that she was talking to him like that, it wasn't how they did things here at St. Agatha's. Most girls felt privileged to be in the system, and even more felt privileged to get private tutoring from him. From the door, he was very close to her already, and the man moved next to her and put his hand on her shoulder. My class is meant to give you girls a good workout and help take out some of the stress that comes with being in a boarding school for a majority of the year. He started, in a very sweet and caring voice. It's my job to make sure that you guys are presentable for the rest of your classes and teachers, as well as teach you guys good workout habits. He said as he moved in front of her. He was a bit taller than she was, and he had to look down to make sure that they had eye contact. In front of her now, his tone and demeanor completely changed. Because you didn't get a good workout while you had the chance to, you will be given an even better one here. Maybe next time, you will do your best and work a little harder. He said, a slight twinkle in his eye. He didn't even give her a chance to respond before he had his hands on her, lifing her up, and forcing her to bend over the desk. This was his hands on teaching method. She could scream and cry all she wanted, but she had to know two things. The first thing, was that the walls were very well insulated, and unless someone was standing outside of the window, no one could hear her and even if they heard her, no one would help her. The second thing, was that he was much, much stronger than she was. Holding her to the desk by the back of her neck, he grabbed the waistband of her gym shorts and pulled, ripping them at the seams and revealing her panties. The new girl's training was about to begin.